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The Morning After: A Frankly Dear Fanfiction

Cw: mention of sexual activity, physical intimacy, innuendo

If you're younger than 16, please don't read this. Just go eat some French fries or read some other fluffy fanfiction.

This one's LONG but I had to jam it full of fluffy nonsense to appease the fluff demon in my wet electric meatball.

All that being said, I hope you enjoy.

The stars are beginning to shine, the night still in its youth. The residents of Home are winding down and turning off the lights, except for Frank and Eddie in the Post Office. The two are on Eddie's favorite loveseat, overcome with a giddy deliriousness.

“Ain't no way! I'm callin your bluff!”

“Yes way! Watch me!” Frank stands up and dramatically prepares for a cartwheel, only to immediately fall down. The two burst out laughing hysterically. Eddie starts choking, causing Frank to laugh harder.

“Is somethin funny, Frank?” He asks, still laughing and coughing. Frank stops laughing for a moment before snickering instead. “Oh well that about does it!” Eddie playfully yells as he gets up. He scoops Frank up by hooking his elbows under the man's knees, then drops him on the loveseat and starts tickling his sides and underarms

“EDDIE!! Stop it, I'm gonna pee!!!” Frank squirms while cackling and snorting.

“Maybe ya shoulda thought about that before ya started laughin at me!” Frank flails his arms and legs, trying to shove him off. Eddie uses his weight to pin his legs down, then uses one arm to hold Frank's hands above his head while he continues tickling with the other. Frank writhes in gleeful torment.

“Oh it hurts so bad!!!” He pleas sarcastically, not able to stop giggling. He locks eyes with Eddie for a moment, who stops tickling him as he pants. They both notice the position they're in, blushing.

“Heh, t-this is a bit awkward, ain't it? I-I can get off if you're uncomfortable.”

“No, I.. I kind of..,” Frank slips his arms easily out of Eddie's loosened grip, placing them around his neck, “I kind of want to.. stay like this.. for a while. Maybe.. if you're up for it.. you could…we could…”

Frank looks at Eddie's lips, the two feeling a rising urge to break the barrier between them. The walls starting to crack as they slowly get closer, the tension rising like two magnets held centimeters apart.

Eddie can't take it anymore and kisses Frank intensely, who wraps his legs around Eddie's waist and pulls the man on top of him.

Frank stirs awake, his vision blurry and hips aching. He lays atop a sleeping Eddie on his Murphy bed, each breath gently raising and lowering him. His hands are on the man's chest, and his head resting on his shoulder. Eddie's arm is wrapped around Frank's waist.

Frank takes a deep breath, smelling Eddie, sweat, sex and vanilla. He exhales peacefully, completely relaxed in his sleeping lover's arm, reminiscing about last night.

Until a wave of doubt and panic disturbs the peace.

Oh no, no, no, no! I thought this was a dream! Ugh, Frank what were you thinking? What if Home found out!? He must be so embarrassed! I'm such an idiot! I should get out of here before he wakes up.

Frank carefully tries to get out from under Eddie's arm, feeling a sadness leaving him like this. His grip on the bed slips and he falls onto Eddie's other arm. The man winces before slowly waking up.

"Frank?" His morning voice is deeper with a growl to it, startling Frank. "What're you doin?"

"I.. I was.. I'm sorry about last night.. I don't know what came over me. It was a mistake. It was irresponsible of me to rope you in like that. I was hoping to just get out of here before you woke up." Frank looks away ashamed. Eddie sits up a bit, groaning.

"No, there's nothin to apologize for. I.. I um.." he blushes, "I really enjoyed it," Frank turns pink.

"Y-You did?"

"Yeah, I thought ya did really good, and I missed spendin time with ya. We've never gone that far before, heh." Frank smiles a little.

“Thank you.” The two share a look of understanding and admiration.

"I-If you're still set on leavin, at least lemme make you somethin to eat first."

"You'd make me breakfast?"

"Of course, it's nothin, really." Eddie flips the blanket off of the two of them, stretching out his back as he sits up. Several loud cracks startle Frank. "Oh, that's normal in the mornins," Eddie says painfully rubbing his back as he gets up and heads to his dresser.

"That doesn't seem normal," Frank mumbles with concern. Eddie pulls out a pair of purple boxers and a medium white t-shirt with a rainbow on it.

"You can pick out somethin to wear for now if ya like," Frank looks through the drawer and pulls out a light blue tshirt three times his size with a picture of two kittens on it to slip over himself. "Aw, I like that shirt on ya!" Frank blushes.

“I think your boxers might be a bit.. spacious.. for me, do you have anything else?” Eddie opens the other drawers, frowning.

“I don't think I do, Frank. I'm sorry.”

“It's okay, this shirt is long enough to be a dress on me,” they both laugh.

Entering the kitchen, Eddie yawns and pulls two rainbow mugs out of the cabinet. "Do ya drink coffee? I can't remember ever askin ya."

"Um, I'm more of a tea kind of person. It's alright if you don't have any." Eddie holds up a finger before digging further in the cabinet and pulling out a box of Frank's favorite. "Is that the tea I gave you to try?" Eddie chuckles.

"Probably. I musta forgot why I had it." He scoops some instant coffee in one mug and hangs a tea bag in the other, then puts a kettle of water and a pan with butter on the stove. Frank smiles. Eddie always did spoil him.

"Do you do this for all of your late night encounters?" He asks flirtatiously, leaning his head on his hand.

"Oh, no, I-I've never done this before, I just know that my Mama would have some strong words if I let a guest go hungry."

"Wait, this was your first time?" Frank is surprised.

"Yeah, I guess so. You could probably tell, huh?"

"This was my first time too," Eddie's eyes go wide. "What, was I that bad?"

"So, what are you thinking of making?" Frank breaks the silence. Eddie is grabbing various ingredients from the cabinets, precariously balancing potatoes, peppers, and mushrooms.

"No, no you.. you uh..," Eddie blushes intensely, "you just really seemed to know what you were doin, heh," He tugs at his collar awkwardly, starting to sweat a little. “Hoo boy..” he mutters. Frank buries his face in his hands to keep his head from spinning.

Oh my gosh, was I really that good?

The kettle starts to whistle, Eddie quickly grabs it and fills the mugs, clearing his throat.

"Well, I thought I'd make a breakfast hash if that's alright. You ever had that before?" He carefully sets the ingredients down on the counter, chopping up vegetables and stirring them in the pan.

"No, I don't believe I have, is it good?"

"Oh yeah it is. I used to help my Mama make it every mornin. Man, I miss doin that. She makes it way better than I do." Frank looks at him curiously for a moment.

"You know, your memory is really inconsistent." Eddie stops still.

"Oh?"

"You remember last night and a hash recipe really well, but you can't remember if I drink coffee or where you put your keys. Why is that?" Eddie pauses before he turns to face Frank, leaning against the counter.

"I.. I don't really know. I've always been like that. I wish it weren't that way but.. I guess that's just how I was made ya know? I mean I seem to remember things that make me feel somethin strong. Like how happy cookin with my Mama I was, or how.. how last night made me feel. I guess it sorta sticks with me better that way.” Frank walks over to him and takes his hand.

“That's really beautiful. I'm glad you remember those things.”

“Thank you.” They share a smile. Eddie puts his hands on Frank's waist and pulls him against his stomach suddenly but carefully.

“Oh!” Frank giggles, sliding his hands up Eddie's chest and over shoulders, kissing him passionately. Eddie moans quietly, pulling Frank closer for a minute until he remembers what he was doing.

“Mm..I'd love to stay.. like this.. but I have.. to finish cookin,” he says between kisses. Frank presses his forehead against Eddie's.

“Oh alright, finish your cooking,” Frank turns Eddie around. “I'll just be back here.”

He watches as Eddie hums and stirs the vegetables around, cracking eggs into the pan and adding cheese and cream.

He wraps his arms around Eddie's chest and stomach, gently squeezing, resting his head on the man's shoulder. He takes a deep inhale of Eddie's smell.

This feels right.

The deep vibrations of his humming with his heartbeat and warm skin nearly puts Frank to sleep. The very existence of Eddie eliminates every worry or pain. It's just Frank and Eddie in this warm, comforting little world.

“How many scoops are ya thinkin, darlin?” Eddie's voice wakes Frank up.

“Mm.. maybe three?” Eddie dishes him up and grabs the ketchup.

“Ketchup?”

“What about it?”

“I've found that most forms of potato taste pretty darn good with ketchup, especially breakfast hash.”

“Alright, sure,” Frank watches as Eddie drizzles a heart over his hash. “Aww, that's so sweet!”

“Not as sweet as you,” Eddie nuzzles Frank's cheek, “here ya go!” Frank takes his plate and his mug of tea and sits back down at the small kitchen table.

He remembers something, heading to the fridge and sniffing the milk.

Eddie looks at the leftovers in the pan, then at his growling stomach. He shrugs and dumps the remaining hash on his plate, drawing a smiley face on his with the ketchup before setting his plate down at the table.

Hold on a minute.

“Would ya like some? I think I'd better use this up soon, heh.”

“Sure.”

“Did ya know I once thought of bein a milkman?” Frank laughs. “Honest! I once delivered in a small farm town with a LOT of dairy cows, but they had no way to deliver milk around the neighborhood. So I had a real clever thought, if I do say so myself, and thought of delivering the milk with the mail!”

“Very clever,” Frank coyly remarks as he sips his tea.

“Course bein a clumsy fella and all made that idea a bit moot. Paper is one thing but glass is a gator I'd rather not ride.”

Frank has already stuffed his face with the hash. “This is amazing, Eddie!” Eddie chuckles, bringing two glasses of milk and his mug to the table.

“I'm glad ya like it! It's not often I get to cook for other people.” He goes to take a sip of his coffee, pausing as he notices Frank drink the milk a little too fast, causing it to drip down his mouth and chin. Frank slyly makes eye contact with him as he slowly wipes it off with his thumb. Eddie flushes a deeper red than his hair as he quickly looks away and drinks his coffee.

The two eat in silence, occasionally sneaking a sly glance at each other or scooting their seats closer together. Eventually they sit side by side, Frank swings his legs over Eddie's lap nonchalantly as he sips his tea. Eddie raises an eyebrow, but goes to take a sip of his coffee, looking away for a brief second. Frank takes the opportunity to straddle Eddie and slip a hand down his boxers.

Eddie practically spits out his coffee mid sip, instead choking on it. He grips the edge of the table and pounds his chest with his fist a few times, hacking and coughing. Frank drops the coy act, fearful for his partner. He gets up to help, Eddie waving him away with his hand.

“I- I'm alright.. just.. need a second…”

“You're sure?” Eddie nods, wheezing. “I didn't mean to catch you off guard so badly, I only meant to flirt. I'm sorry.”

“Aw, I know.. you're good..just wasn't expectin that!” Eddie looks up at him and they both start laughing.

“It was all I could think of! I just wanted to keep things interesting,” Frank sits on Eddie's lap, playfully pinching his face as he continues laughing.

“I know ya did, darlin, I know." Frank nestles his head into Eddie's neck.

"Your morning voice is sexy, I think I need to spend the night more often" he mumbles, Eddie smirking.

He holds onto Frank's hips and kisses him intimately. “You taste better than sweet tea on a Sunday,” he whispers next to his ear. His warm breath and soft, deep voice sending a shock down Frank's back. His face flushes, and he makes a soft gasp.

“That.. that felt good!” He grabs the collar of Eddie's shirt and pulls him into another kiss. The sudden movement causes the chair to fall backward, Frank landing on top of a startled Eddie. “Sorry,” he laughs.

“I-It's alright. I'm just glad we could spend this time together, and..” Eddie rests his hands on Frank's thighs, “and maybe have more nights like last night?” Frank looks around, then leans in close.

“You know, we don't have to do that only at night.”

“Huh? Oh-!”

The sun peeks over the trees, waking the other neighbors. They're surprised to not see Eddie already out and about on his morning walk, but carry about their business.

It isn't until an hour later the reliable mailman stumbles out of the Post Office, barely put together with red spots all over his neck, followed by a very smug looking Frank adjusting his bow tie and dabbing his mouth with a handkerchief.

A nearby Julie hears murmuring among the flowers, having just received the gossip from Eddie's lavender. She gasps, flustered.

“Frank!! Eddie!!” The two look at each other, embarrassed at first, but content.

"She won't tell," Frank assures Eddie. He sneaks a kiss on the cheek while Home isn't looking.

"I love ya, darlin," Eddie whispers to Frank, sending another shock down his back.

"I love you too," Frank whispers back, squeezing Eddie's butt, surprising him. "I'll see you soon.." he says while walking away, smirking. Eddie manages a small wave goodbye while fixing himself up.

He takes a big deep breath, trying to recenter himself for the day, but he can't hide his smile or his rosey red cheeks or the lingering smell of Frank on him, and he wouldn't dare try.

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