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ghostofaboy · 2 months

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Something A Little New

Pairing: Frankie Morales/Benny Miller Rating: Explicit Word count: 1754

Warnings: Bondage, masturbation, edging, orgasm control

Summary: Benny wants to try something a little new with Frankie, and Frankie is more than happy to agree.

Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes. This was a request from @waywaychuck as part of my 100 Follower Celebration.

Eying the scene before him, Frankie couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. When Benny had called and invited him over, the younger man had claimed he had something fun and new he wanted to try. Never one to shy away from experimentation, Frankie had driven to Benny’s place expecting the less experienced man to explain he wanted to try something a little kinky, but ultimately something Frankie had done before. This was a surprise.

Guided into the bedroom by Benny, Frankie was greeted with the plush chair that usually dominated the corner of Benny’s bedroom, with very noticeable leather straps attached to it. This was new. The large black seat had been pulled out of the corner to the foot of Benny’s bed, on which were an array of toys and lube. So this was the fun new thing Benny wanted to try.

Frankie could feel Benny behind him, the younger man gently kissing the back of his neck as his large hands reached around to unfasten Frankie’s jeans. Leaning back, Frankie let Benny’s hands wander as his t-shirt was pulled up and off quickly while Benny’s lips danced across his skin. Frankie could feel his cock stirring to life as it was freed from its confines, but otherwise left untouched as Benny busied himself undressing Frankie fully.

“So you want me on the chair?” Frankie said finally as Benny’s mouth found his neck once more, the younger man’s hard length pressing into Frankie’s ass.

“Hmmm.” Benny circled Frankie’s nipples with his fingers before pulling his mouth away from nibbling at the pilot’s skin. “Yeah, I want to try somethin’. Is it ok? I mean, I wanna tie you up and play with you. Is that ok?”

“Fuck.” Frankie laughed out. “Why so shy suddenly? Of course, it’s fucking ok.”

“I just don’t want you to do anythin’ you don’t wanna.” Benny spun Frankie round to face him, searching his face for any signs of doubt. “At any point, you say the word, and I’ll let you up, ok?”

“I know.” Frankie leaned in to claim Benny’s mouth, easing his tongue in to nudge against the other man’s. Benny wrapped his arms around Frankie, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

Frankie’s skin tingled as Benny plundered his mouth greedily before the younger man pulled away gasping for breath.

“Fuck. Ok, I gotta get you on that chair before this goes too far.” Benny smirked, maneuvering Frankie around and shoving him down onto the chair. “I got plans, and they don’t involve you comin’ just yet.”

Frankie gave Benny his best shit eating grin as the bindings were wrapped around his wrists to strap them down to the arms of the chair. Two more larger straps were brought up under Frankie’s thighs to pull them up and apart, also securing them to the armrests. Benny’s strong hands grabbed Frankie’s ass to position it at the edge of the seat, leaving the pilot spread open for his lover with his asshole, balls and cock in full view.

Once he was satisfied, Benny sat back on his heels and raked his eyes over Frankie’s naked body. The obvious bulge in his jeans was freed for Frankie to appreciate as Benny quickly and efficiently pulled his clothes off before leaning over to the toys and lube on the foot of the bed.

Picking up a cock ring, Benny ran a hand tenderly over Frankie’s thigh before fixing the ring at the base of Frankie’s straining length. Flicking his eyes up to check on his lover, Benny then pumped some lube into his hand and began to slowly stroke Frankie’s erection. Frankie couldn’t stop himself, letting out a quiet moan as Benny’s sensual strokes sent spikes of lightning through his body.

“That good?” Benny chuckled as Frankie let his head drop back to give a throaty growl, reaching out with his free hand to roll Frankie’s balls. “Yeah? Yeah, it looks like it. You look so fuckin’ good right now. Love you spread out for me. So fuckin’ sexy.”

“You gonna fuck me like this?” Frankie panted out as Benny continued to play with his cock and balls.

“Yeah.” Benny started to pump Frankie’s cock faster. “Later. Want to do this first. Let me know when you’re gettin’ close.”

Frankie nodded, pinching his eyes shut and surrendering to his lover’s touch. The hot tension inside him was building quickly despite the cock ring, and Frankie opened one eye to watch beads of precum rolling down his shaft to mix with the lube.

“Fuck.” Frankie gasped, closing both eyes again. “I’m gonna, I’m…”

Benny’s hand vanished, and Frankie’s eyes shot opened at the sudden lack of friction and warmth. Met with the grinning face of his younger lover as his orgasm ebbed away, Frankie gave another growl.

“This is what you wanted to do?” He shifted his ass to make his cock sway back and forth, watching as Benny unconsciously licked his lips. “Fuckin’ edge me?”

“Tie you up and edge you.” Benny corrected with a smirk as he slowly, tenderly, began to pump Frankie once more. “You know the drill. Tell me when you’re gettin’ close.”

“What if I don’t?” Frankie pouted, a small part of him mad at the ruined climax, even as the rest of him vibrated with excitement for Benny’s plan.

“Well, then you’ll come.” Benny sighed, running his thumb thoughtfully over the leaking tip of Frankie’s cock. “But then I’ll have to untie you as punishment and you’ll miss out on the rest of the fun. I guess we could watch a movie or-”

“Hijo de puta.” Frankie grumbled, thrusting up as best he could into Benny’s fist. “Fine.”

Benny just laughed and continued his ministrations. He knew exactly how to touch Frankie, exactly how to get the result he wanted, and exactly when to stop without Frankie needing to say a word. Twice more, Benny pumped and tugged Frankie to the edge, before he would stop and wait patiently, then begin the cycle again. Frankie was almost convinced that this went on for well over an hour, although glancing at the clock on Benny’s wall revealed that only half as much time had passed.

Frankie was desperate to come, his head foggy with the heightened arousal, while his body fizzed with the now ever present fire coursing through him. He had now taken to pleading with Benny as his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Straining at the restraints, even Frankie was shocked at the filth and promises pouring from his own mouth.

“Please fuck me.” He began to beg again, pushing his ass towards Benny. “Fuckin’ use my ass. Do what you want with it. You wanna it rough? I can take it. Fuckin’ ruin my pussy. Please, fuck Benny, I need to… por favor… fuckin’ use me.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Benny took his hands from Frankie’s dick once more, chuckling softly as Frankie threw his head back with a long whine. “This isn’t meant to be torture, baby. I promise, the pay-off is gonna be so fuckin’ good.”

“You’re tryin’ to kill me.” Frankie scowled, bucking his hip to fuck the air, now desperate to alleviate his burning hot erection.

“Ok, ok.” Benny reached out, carefully taking the cock ring off Frankie. “I’ll let you come now. Never let it be said that I am not a merciful fucker.”

Benny's thick fingers wrapped around Frankie's tender shaft, while his other hand gently cupped his balls. Then, slowly, Benny began to move. As always he started almost lazily, stroking down Frankie's cock before returning to the tip where Benny would add a slight twist across the sensitive head before repeating the process. The whole time, Frankie's balls were in his other hand, being softly fondled and palmed to double the sensory onslaught.

Usually it would take a little while for Benny to pick up the pace, but Frankie was thankful that after only a few sensual strokes, Benny shifted to quicker pumping. All Frankie's muscles and nerves simultaneously screamed and sang as the building pleasure inside him once more took over.

The room began to get fuzzier as Frankie's vision blurred. Moans, gasps and growls fell freely from his lips alongside incomplete sentences in English and Spanish. Pulling the restraints taut, Frankie arched his back while Benny frenetically pumped his length.

Then with a tremble and a loud groan, Frankie came. Tumbling over the edge of his climax, Frankie could feel himself shaking as the intense orgasm hit. Pinching his eyes shut, Frankie was aware of too much and not enough all at once. As he emptied himself over Benny's hand, Frankie could only see stars and feel the shockwaves flowing through his body.

Slumping back into the chair, all Frankie could do was ride the high, as tiny aftershocks made his thighs shake, until finally the ebbed away. Panting, Frankie slowly opened his eyes, shocked at the intensity knowing that usually, it took prostate stimulation for him to come that hard. After a few seconds, the world came back into focus and Frankie was met with the sight of Benny casually licking come off his fingers with a massive grin on his face.

“Welcome back.” Benny started to unfasten the straps holding Frankie down, checking his wrists and thighs after removing each one. “You good? What color we at?”

“Fucking best green ever.” Frankie grinned, unable to move as his lover pulled him up into a more upright position. “Fuck, that was intense.”

“Yeah.” Benny laughed, giving Frankie a peck on the lips. “Now… you wanna nap or are good to keep going. This dick isn’t gonna suck itself.”

Frankie’s eyes drifted down to Benny’s leaking cock, and immediately another surge of arousal hit him. Licking his lips, Frankie looked back up into the big blue eyes of his boyfriend and grinned.

“Let me have some water, then you can tie me back up.” Frankie chuckled as Benny practically tripped over his feet as he scrambled out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. As the other man reappeared, bottle of water in hand, Frankie reached out to take it. Taking a big mouthful, Frankie was suddenly struck with an idea.

“Hey, you think if you put me back how I was, you’d be able to fuck my mouth?” Frankie asked casually, taking another long drink from the bottle. Benny’s eyebrows shot up as the smile on his face grew.

“Only one way to find out.”

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flightlessangelwings · 2 months

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You Should See the Other Guy

Frankie Morales x gn!reader x Benny Miller (Messy Pile of Affection Universe, but can stand on its own)

Word count- 2.2k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), queer thruple, protective!Frankie, Benny fighting in the ring, established relationship, oral (m receiving), threesome, riding, fluff

Notes- Getting this in just in time for the Triple Frontier Anniversary Event! Thanks for hosting this @triplefrontier-anniversary @romanarose @for-a-longlongtime! And while this fic is written purposefully with a gender neutral reader for this event, please be aware that the entireity of MPoA is a fem reader. But this fic can also be read on its own too! Enjoy!

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Benny felt the adrenaline rush from the cheers of the crowd. Sweat dripped from his face and his muscles strained as he gave everything he had to take down his opponent. It was always a rush for him, and he loved what he did, even if decent fights that brought in money and prestige were few and far between these days. But, there was something else that motivated Benny lately. Two somethings, actually. And he felt the two pairs of eyes trained on him even when he couldn’t see your faces.

Your hand stayed clutched in Frankie’s as the two of you watched your boyfriend in the ring. This wasn’t new for you- Benny and you had been a couple for some time before Frankie joined you. Even though you hated to see him get hurt, you knew this was what Benny wanted, and you supported him fully. As you came to watch more and more of his fights, it became a little easier for you, and you knew he could handle himself.

“Plus I always have my baby to take care of me anyway,” Benny would say when you worried for him more in the beginning.

A smile came across your face as you thought about his words. But, you felt the strain of your other boyfriend’s hand in yours, calling your attention. Taking a lull moment in the fight, you broke your gaze away from Benny to Frankie and you noticed the way his jaw was clenched tightly, every muscle in his face strained with tension.

“Hey, Frankie,” you tugged his hand to get his attention, “You alright?”

“Fine,” he replied in a reflex as he glanced over at you. Frankie softened his expression when he saw the worry in your eyes, “Fine,” he repeated in a lighter tone, “It’s just… It’s different now. You know?”

“I do,” you gave him a soft smile, “I know,” your tone was hushed as you rested your head on his shoulder, “He’ll be alright, Frankie,” you reassured him.

The tension in Frankie’s muscles melted slightly under your touch, and you felt him relax a little. In front of the two of you, the fight went on and the crowd roared around you as Benny knocked out his opponent. Both you and Frankie leapt for joy as your boyfriend pranced around the ring in victory.

Benny’s heart jumped in his chest as he caught a glance of you and Frankie nuzzled together in the front row. He wished he had his phone so he could capture the moment forever, but it would just have to live in his memory. He winked at the two of you and blew a quick kiss before he turned to receive his prize and got swept away from the rink.

“Shall we?” you asked Frankie as you gestured towards the locker rooms.

Frankie nodded, “I’ll go meet Ben in the locker room while you get the car.”

You kissed his cheek, “Meet you guys outside,” you mumbled in his ear with a smirk. It had become the new routine for the three of you, and Frankie settled in with you and Benny quickly and comfortably. As if he was meant to be with the two of you.

But something was off with Frankie today. You could sense it before you walked away, but you decided now was not the time to bring it up. Besides, Frankie had seemed a little tense in general lately, and you and Benny already had a plan in mind to help him with that…

“Hey Ben,” Frankie called into the locker room as he stepped in. His nose scrunched when he was hit with the overpowering smell of sweat, but he shrugged it off with a shake.

“Babe!” Benny lifted his arms up in victory, “I can’t seem to lose when you two are around! My lucky charms!” He closed the space between their bodies and pulled Frankie in for a hug, kissing his cheek when he was close.

“Yeah,” Frankie mumbled as he held his boyfriend close, feeling the sweat from his chest and the blood dripping from his nose, “Ben…” he scowled when he broke away enough to get a better look at his face, “You’re gonna break your fucking nose one of these days.”

“Hey, Frankie, relax,” Benny shrugged off Frankie’s concern, “You should see the other guy,” he chuckled.

Frankie’s face remained in a deep frown. He had seen the other guy, and even though Benny was the winner, his face didn’t look like it.

“What?” Benny let out a nervous laugh when he noticed Frankie’s face didn’t change, “You worried I’ll get too ugly for the two of you and you’ll leave me?”

“That’s not it and you fucking know it,” Frankie snapped back.

The worry in his face made Benny pause for a moment as he realized just how much Frankie worried for him now that they were together. You had worried a lot when you first started coming to watch his fights too, but as time went on, you either had more confidence in him or you got better at hiding how scared you were. Benny wasn’t sure which it was.

Seeing the drop in Benny’s face, Frankie let out a sigh, “Nevermind,” he waved it off, deciding not to push the subject any further, “Let’s go and celebrate your victory, baby.”

Benny’s face lit up, “Hell yeah! That’s my babe!”

“Frankie!” Benny’s voice called from the bedroom.

“Could you come here?” your voice added.

Puzzled, Frankie quickly made his way into the bedroom where he was frozen in his tracks by the sight that greeted him. You and Benny knelt together on the bed… with nothing on your bodies. Frankie’s blood rushed through his veins as his skin warmed and his cock instantly hardened.

“What….?”

“You’ve been a little tense lately, Frankie baby,” you purred as you rose from the bed and reached for his shoulders, “And we thought… You could use a little something,” you smirked as you massaged his shoulders for a moment before you tugged at his shirt.

“Baby…”

Benny followed suit and took his place on the other side of Frankie, “Here,” he joined you in removing his clothes, “Let us take care of you this time, babe,” he whispered as he placed a feather light kiss right under Frankie’s ear.

Frankie breathed both your names as he found himself stripped nude and led to the bed. His mind swam as his perspective flipped from his two partners laying him on his back on the large plush bed.

“You spend so much time worrying about everyone else, Frankie,” you spoke softly.

“That you need yourself taken care of,” Benny finished the thought.

“Fuck…” Frankie whispered as he watched you and Benny position yourself on either side of him. You moved down between his legs, parting them to make yourself comfortable. Benny trailed a hand along his skin as he moved towards his head, cupping his face with his rough, calloused hands.

You let out a whimper as you settled yourself right above Frankie’s cock, rocking your hips up and down along his length. Frankie gasped at the contact, and his cock twitched underneath your body. Benny’s eyes caught the movement and he stayed transfixed on your body as your hips glided along your boyfriend’s fully hard cock.

“Shit babes,” Benny murmured, “That’s so fucking hot!”

A giggle escaped your lips as you leaned forward and took Benny’s lips with your own. His hand lazily stroked his cock with one hand while the other still caressed Frankie’s face. Hearing the muffled moans of your kiss, Frankie opened his eyes and watched as you and Benny tangled your tongues above him.

He groaned at the sight before his gaze fell to Benny’s cock just inches from his face. Involuntarily, Franie licked his lips and darted his tongue out to touch the tip, which made Benny whimper into your mouth. The two of you broke away so Benny could look down at the way Frankie’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

“Fuck…” he groaned before Frankie took him completely into his mouth.

Benny let out a loud moan as his boyfriend’s warm, wet mouth engulfed him. You watched in awe as the two boys settled comfortably and connected together. For a moment, you were still as you watched Benny’s cock appear and disappear in Frankie’s mouth. But, you had a part to play in this too.

Carefully, you hovered your hips over Frankie’s cock and slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, his thick length penetrating you from below. The sharp gasp you let out echoed in the room as you felt the familiar stretch as you lowered yourself inch by slow inch.

If it weren’t for Benny’s cock in his mouth, Frankie’s own groan would have harmonized with yours. But, it was muffled, with only short gasps and pants escaping around the thickness in his mouth. Benny let out a growl as he watched his one partner’s cock disappear into his other partner. He knew his own cock twitched in Frankie’s mouth, as his heart fluttered similarly.

When your hips met Frankie’s, you let out a deep exhale. Opening your eyes at the sound of your name, you were met with Benny’s gaze piercing into you, and it made your heart skip a beat in your chest. The two of you stayed frozen for a moment before you both started to move at the same time, in perfect rhythm with each other without any words needed.

Frankie groaned and moaned underneath you as you rode him. Benny’s hips rocking in the same rhythm as you did, and between the two of you, Frankie became overwhelmed quickly in the best way possible.

You leaned forward a bit, driving Frankie’s length deeper into you while your hands landed on his chest. You kept the same rhythm, lifting and lowering your hips while you squeezed his chest. Frankie’s moan reverberated around Benny’s cock as he felt you knead and tug at his pecs, adding to the sensations he already felt.

A muffled moan came from underneath you, and you knew by the way Frankie tensed that he was close.

“You gonna cum for us now, Frankie baby?” you purred.

Benny’s own rhythm stuttered at your words, “Shit…” he groaned, “Say that again, baby.”

You smoked, loving the way the two strong men bowed to you at times, “You gonna cum too, Benny baby?”

“Fuck yeah,” he growled through gritted teeth as he drove his cock deeper into Frankie’s mouth.

Frankie in turn grabbed Benny’s hips and held him close, encouraging him to give him all he had. All the air left your lungs as you watched both of them fall apart before you. Benny came soon after, spilling himself into Frankie’s mouth with a loud moan and string of curses. The room spun as you watched his eyes roll back into his head while Frankie held him close.

You picked up your pace, feeling the heat build in your own body as Frankie’s cock hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again. But, you wanted to feel him fill you up first, and your jaw clenched as you saved off your own orgasm. Tonight was about Frankie after all.

It didn’t take long for you to get your wish, and through a muffled moan, you felt Frankie fall over the edge. His one hand flew to grab onto your hip as he bucked his own hips up and spilled himself deep inside you. Benny pulled out to give Frankie some air, and the scream immediately filled the room with his moans and groans.

“Fuck!” you cried out as you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. Clenching your inner muscles around Frankie, you came hard, your entire body trembling over him as you rode out both your orgasms together while Benny watched in awe.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you collapsed down, slipping out of Frankie in the process. Benny also flopped down on the other side of Frankie, both your bodies framing his own on the bed. None of you moved for several moments, all of you taking the opportunity to catch your breaths.

You were the first to move, rolling onto your side to watch your boys in the low light, “You look better, Frankie,” you giggled as you watched the afterglow light up his face.

Without opening his eyes, Frankie grinned, “You should see the other guy,” he peeked one eye open to catch Benny’s own smirk before he closed them again.

Benny only laughed as he leaned forward and kissed Frankie’s temple tenderly. He then leaned more to kiss your cheek. You returned the gesture, kissing both your boys before you settled in Frankie’s one arm embrace. Benny settled on the other side. You and Benny tangled your legs together over top of Frankie as the three of you made yourselves comfortable.

“Hey babes, I…” Frankie started.

“It’s ok, Frankie,” you cut him off.

“We know,” Benny added.

Frankie’s smile only grew wider. You both knew how much Frankie cared, and how much he worried for both of you. And you both appreciated it. You all felt safe with each other. And while sometimes emotions almost became overwhelming, it was from a place of love. For as long as the three of you had each other, everything would be alright. As long as the three of you had your large king size bed to come back to.

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pimosworld · 9 months

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The story of us chapter 5

Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- Set before you and the boys are officially together and how you came to be.

Chapter summary- Frankie takes you flying and your relationship to new heights.

CW- 18+,MDNI, to avoid spoilers I will be posting a link for warnings. Link

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Notes- See story Masterlist for full chapter notes. This chapter was so fun to write, my first time writing a solo Frankie. He starts off shy but quickly gains his confidence.

Not beta read

[Series Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Chapter V Flying without Falling

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11:54 pm

Frankie can’t sleep as he lies awake staring at the ceiling fan. Every creak and noise the house makes has him on edge. He shouldn’t care this much but it’s starting to get under his skin and root itself deep somewhere he dare not explore. Before he can fully run away with his intrusive thoughts he hears the front door open and close. He breathes a sigh of relief knowing Benny actually came home after your date.

Maybe Santi was right,he shouldn’t be this jealous of his best friends going on a date. But jealousy doesn’t seem like the right word either, he wants to be included, he couldn’t possibly go on as a spectator if you decided to have a relationship. It’s entirely too late for all these thoughts and he’s getting way ahead of himself.

He would call you normally when his thoughts ran wild. Why would now be any different? The only difference now is that he knows you’ll pick up. Over the last several months that certainly wasn’t the case. Before he can second guess himself he picks up his phone and calls you.

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You’re seated on your couch staring at the blank screen of the tv replaying the night in your head. You really should go wash your face and get some sleep but you can’t stop thinking about that kiss. You can’t stop thinking about everything he did for you. The feeling was so alien being treated as if you were a Disney princess. Ben was always sweet but this was a side of him you’ve never seen. You could definitely get used to it.

Incoming call Francisco

“Hey Frankie, is everything okay?” Your voice is laced with concern at this late hour he’s calling.

“Ugh…ya I’m sorry I called so late.” I just wanted to hear your voice. “I just needed to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.” At midnight? You wait patiently for his response.

“So how was your date?” Jesus Francisco you just couldn’t help yourself. He thinks you're silent for a little too long, maybe he can just hang up and pretend this never happened.

“It was really nice actually, but is that why you called?” You don’t want to give too many details, it just seems odd to talk about with him right now.

“No…I guess I should just spit it out. I got my license back and I start in a few days but I’m nervous.” He has to hold the phone away from his ear before he goes deaf at your excited squeal.

“Frankie, that's amazing, how come you didn’t tell us yesterday?” You can hear indistinct rustling on the other end.

“I didn’t think it was appropriate with everything going on…last night didn’t exactly scream tell everyone your good news.”

“That’s sweet of you but I would’ve genuinely been excited with all the drama that went on. Life doesn’t revolve around me and my shitty dating life.” It kind of pains you that he put off such a happy announcement to not take attention off you. You know how hard he’s been working to get his license back and this means everything to him. Losing his license was like stripping his identity from him.

“Listen hermosa, I know it’s last minute but I remember you saying you have tomorrow off…would you be willing to be my first passenger. I don’t want to be rusty in front of the clients on my first day.” He knows you know he’s full of shit. He is the most competent pilot and there’s no way he’s rusty. You’ve seen him in the deadliest situations somehow be cool, calm and collected.

“Of course Frankie, I would love to.” You’re certain he doesn’t need any practice but you decide to play along, it’s adorable when he’s nervous.

“Meet me at our house around noon and I’ll drive us to the site.”

“That sounds like a plan…you should get some sleep if you’re gonna be flying us safely tomorrow.” A little teasing goes a long way with him and you just can’t help yourself.

“Very funny, I’ll see you tomorrow Honey good night.”

“Goodnight Francisco.”

Sleep would not come easily for either of you that night.

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Frankie’s not sure how much sleep he got last night, tossing and turning thinking about you. Trying not to think about how his life ended up the way it did. It was hard not to be in his head about his setbacks and inadequacies. He’s a grown man living with his two best friends. He should be able to afford a place on his own and be more independent, but he managed to fuck that up with this coke charge and losing his license.

He really needed to relax and not let his thoughts run away with him. It wouldn’t be any help today.

He rolls out of bed suddenly more aware of every ache and pain in his body, it’s hard to say when he noticed himself getting older. He’s been ready for some time to settle down but had all but given up on finding something worthwhile.

He pads down the hallway already hearing the clanking of dishes and the strong smell of coffee.

He enters the kitchen to see the two fit shirtless blondes, one more thing to be insecure about.

“Mornin’ Fish.” Will looks up at him from his seat at the table. Frankie gives him a half smile as he slides into the seat across from him.

“Rough night?” You could say that

“Ya, didn’t sleep much. I was up worried about today.”

“What’s happening today?” Benny joins at the table sliding a cup of coffee to him. He scrubs a hand behind his neck deciding what approach to take with the news.

“Well I’m flying today. I got my license back.” Will looks up from his phone wide eyed as Benny jumps up nearly knocking the table over.

“Holy shit man that’s amazing, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was afraid it might not happen so I wanted to wait…I found out Friday and ugh Saturday didn’t seem like the right time to mention it.” Ben and Will exchange glances, neither of them needing to say why.

“So you start today,what’s your schedule like?” Will stands from the table to refill his coffee.

“No…I start tomorrow. I’m taking Honey up today to practice.” Lies

“Bullshit.” Ben leans back in his chair crossing his arms as Will tries to contain his laughter. Frankie mimics Ben's posture as he stares him down.

“You and I both know you don’t need practice.I do have to admit though, a helicopter is a nice move.”

Frankie relaxes a little at the teasing Ben gives him. The younger man is obviously not bothered by it, he almost seems happy for him.

“We’ll Benjamin we can’t all have rock hard abs, some of us have to pull out other means of flattery.”

“Well Fish I’m happy for you and I hope you enjoy your date.” There’s no tone of sarcasm or anything to suggest that he’s lying.

Will stands there in awe and shock at the absurdity of it all. How could they possibly be this chill about dating the same woman let alone you?

“Speaking of dates, how was yours?” He raises an eyebrow at him playfully.

“I know you’ve been dying to ask. It was great, we saw a movie and went to the diner for burgers and shakes and then I dropped her off at home.” He’s not sure if he should include the last part. The conversations have been going well so far.

“What a modern day romance and you even had her home by curfew.” Ben flips him off as he stands from the table.

“I was gonna let you off easy but since you want to tease, I did get a good night kiss.” Will grabs his chest in fake shock.

“Good for you bud.” Frankie pays him on the shoulder as he stands. He can’t help but grin thinking about what he heard when you were in the shower. A sudden burst of confidence flows through his veins.

“As much as I’d love to watch this sad pissing contest, we need to get to the gym Ben.”

“Alright coach.” He pulls Frankie into a hug before heading down the hallway. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He calls out from over his shoulder.

Will just rolls his eyes as Frankie retreats back to his room on the opposite end of the house.

Maybe this could work out after all.

****

Here you are again, tossing clothes about your room undecided on what to wear. This is supposed to be a casual day with Frankie and you can’t seem to get your head on straight. Let’s not add to the fact that you can’t be late.

It’s a beautiful sunny day in Florida so you decide to throw on some jean shorts, your army tank top and some black slip on vans. There’s no time to overthink this as you run out to the door to head to their house. You left yourself enough time to stop and grab something for Frankie, you were technically celebrating getting his license back and you wanted to surprise him.

You pull up to the pristine suburban home they all share, you know Will had every attention to detail to keep the Miller family home in great condition. You have a slight panic when you see that Ben's truck is still in the driveway, you weren’t quite ready to confront what it is you were doing. To be honest you weren’t entirely sure if you knew yourself.

Frankie sees you pull up, he’s been pacing around the living room unable to relax. The excited nervous energy coursing through his veins at the thought of flying again and seeing you.

You can see Frankie leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, he has a well fitted black shirt and blue jeans with his signature cap on. He’s just smiling at you as you make your way up the path to their house.

“I’m not that late am I?” You’re swinging the small gift bag back and forth on your finger as you hold it out to him.

“No but I saw you pull up and got excited.” He’s practically beaming at you. The happiest you’ve seen him in a long time. “I hope whatever’s in that bag is not for me.”

“You’ll just have to open it and find out.” He grabs the bag from you slowly peeking inside, a medium size black box reveals some brand new aviator sunglasses.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You can hear the slight quiver in his voice and you’re so happy with your choice.

“I’m getting a free tour in the sky, it’s the least I could do.” He pulls you into a tight hug and you inhale his fresh woodsy scent, you recognize it as the body wash you bought him because you insisted he stop using the 3in1 crap that Ben used.

You’re standing in the doorway, neither of you wanting to break the hug, you lightly scratch your nails as you rub his back and a low growl emits from his chest on your cheek.

“We need to go before I change my mind.” He grabs your hand and places a kiss on your fingers before turning around to lock up.

Ben must not be home, thankfully you can deal with that later and just enjoy your afternoon with the old Frankie who seems to be making an appearance.

Frankie jogs ahead of you when you head towards his truck to open the door, he already has his sunglasses on and you curse under your breath a little at the sight. You’ve inadvertently made this day even harder for yourself now that you have to try not to ogle him, but the way his muscles flex in his shirt and the way his jeans are fitting you find your resolve breaking little by little.

You hop in the front seat and just before he closes the door he stops and stares at you. “I forgot to tell you how good you look today.” Fuck you’re not gonna make it.

The ride to the airfield is mostly spent in comfortable silence as you both trade glances at each other, it was so easy with him to just be. No expectations or insecurities. You often wondered how women didn’t realize what a catch he was, you’re glad in this moment no one has stuck around long enough to see what a massive failure it was to let this man go.

****

You were making it so hard for him to focus as you made your way to the chopper he was using for the day. The army tank top and short shorts doing nothing to hide your curves.

He could tell you were carrying yourself differently than the other day. A part of him was grateful for your date with Benny that seemed to bring some peace to your otherwise chaotic weekend.

A helicopter used to bring the sight of hell for the both of you, going on missions unsure if you would make it out alive, but now the way you turn and smile at him, practically bouncing with excited energy he thinks it may be heaven.

“We’ll see if I remember how to fly one of these.” You can almost see the faint wink behind his aviators as he holds the door open for you and you climb into the comfy leather seat. He buckles you in tugging on the straps to make sure they’re secure. He’s desperately trying to keep this as professional as possible but he sees the way you’re looking at him and he just wants to lean in and kiss you. He tears himself away closing the door behind him before he loses all form of concentration.

You wanted him too, and he almost did but you know he needs to focus. Even though he’s flown much larger aircrafts than this countless times, he still doesn’t want to jeopardize his second chance at life. And if you’re correct about your assumption there would be plenty of time for that.

“You know I have strapped myself in a few times.” He’s focused on the task at hand but you can see him smirking as he flips to switches and waits for the all clear to take off.

“I know you have hermosa but I’m supposed to be practicing so just pretend you’re a passenger.

What is it with these boys and pretending? You’ll play along since it worked out in your benefit the last time.

He hands you a headset before doing a final once over and you can feel that familiar drop in your stomach as you lift up. The thrum of the blades all you can hear at the moment. He always made it look so easy and he’s all but confirmed how little practice he actually needed.

Something about finally being in the sky again has his confidence soaring. He can feel it in his bones, the man he used to be trying to make an appearance. He’s trying to focus but he can’t stop looking at the way you smile when you see something you like. He misses seeing you like this, happy to be in the air. Although he doesn’t miss the reasons why you used to be in a helicopter.

You’re trying to take in the sights, but you can’t help but stare at Frankie. The way he’s controlling this massive machine with ease. You can see it in the way he relaxes. His shoulders seem less tense. That smile you loved so much has returned without the slight underlying sadness. It’s intoxicating seeing him like this.

“I missed seeing you in that seat next to me.” He glances over in enough time to notice you smile to yourself.

You fly for a while just taking in the sight below, this was a version of your city you’ve never seen before and it’s truly mesmerizing. It breaks your heart knowing what he had to go through to get back to this place. Everyone has dealt with their demons in their own way. His demons almost took the most important things in his life away from him.

He doesn’t think he’s been this happy flying, seeing your face light up when you spot something you recognize or the fact that you so willingly agreed to come with him and make this day as special as possible.

“You’re pretty good with your hands Mr. Morales.” He raises an eyebrow at you wondering if the altitude has gone to your head. He needs to be safely on the ground if you’re going to call him that again.

“I’m a pretend passenger, remember.”

“My real passenger is an 80 year old man, I hope he doesn’t comment on how good I am with my hands.” You snort into the headset before erupting into full blown laughter and there it is again, that laugh that would bring any man to his knees.

“You mean to tell me you’ve never flirted with a passenger?” He glances at you nervously playing with your straps over your chest as you look out below.

“There was one time.”

“Well I hope it ended well for you.” You can see you’re almost back to the airfield and your heart drops a little at the day coming to an end.

Let’s hope it does end well for me.

****

“So,what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He didn’t want to assume as he awaits your answer, suddenly so focused on the road as you make your way back to their house.

“I don’t have anything planned, I wasn’t sure if you had things you needed to take care of for tomorrow?” He looks a little confused and you can’t help but laugh at the deep crease in his brow.

“You know your first day back at work.”

“Oh, everything is all squared away. Although I was hoping you might want to stay a little while, I can make us lunch.” He sounds a little timid again but when you grab his hand not placed on the steering wheel and kiss his palm all his worries are washed away.

“I would say these hands have done enough today but I would be stupid if I said no to anything you cook.” He has other plans for you and his hands but he needs to focus on one thing at a time first lunch.

He already had a full plan for lunch that would’ve turned into Will and Bennys dinner if you decided not to stay. The conversation flowed easy as you both enjoyed grilled shrimp tacos and homemade ceviche. You hadn’t spent this much time together in months, it seemed you had a lot to catch up on.

You both confided in each other, it was so easy to talk about life and issues without being judged. The more Mike pulled you away left a gaping hole in both of your lives. You couldn’t possibly go back to that again.

Frankie’s washing the dishes, your plates having been completely cleared and has to stop what he’s doing at the sound of your obscenely loud yawn. He can’t help but laugh at your wide eyed expression, you obviously just as surprised by it as he was.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so content after that meal and honestly I got no sleep last night.” He dries his hands and makes his way over to you seated at the kitchen island. A mischievous glint in his eye.

“I have a bizarre request and you can say no if you want to. Seeing as though we both got zero sleep last night, do you want to take a nap?”

“Yes!” You groan internally at your enthusiastic response.

He had a surge of confidence at your response as he got impossibly closer, stepping between your legs as he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion. He leans in and you close your eyes bracing yourself for a kiss when you suddenly feel his lips brush your ear.

“Bed or couch?” You’re not certain you can breathe with the way his voice drops to a low register. His hands are like fire on your exposed thighs so close to where you want him to touch you.

“Couch?” It comes out in a breathy whisper as you attempt to clear your throat. “I think the couch is safer.”

He hasn’t so much as moved an inch and with his close proximity you’re afraid he can hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“Couch it is, but I’m not sure if it’s safer.” He takes your hand and guides you off the stool and it feels like you’re floating as you make your way to the living room. He sits in the corner, defaulting to his favorite spot despite having a choice of anywhere. He practically pulls you down with him as you settle in facing him with your head resting on his extended arm. Many a movie night you’ve fallen asleep in this exact position, but this feels different.

He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover you as sleep already threatens to claim you. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the smell that you could only describe as him lulling you to sleep.

He doesn’t even think you realize you’re rubbing his back as you muzzle deeper into his chest, the feeling so domestic it makes his chest hurt a little. It’s like a knot that’s formed over time trying to loosen itself the further into sleep he goes. He only remembers the smell of your shampoo and your slow breaths before exhaustion takes him under.

****

The house is quiet…so quiet that he knows Ben and Will definitely aren’t home yet. The sun is still up but casting the orange hue that tells him it’s late in the afternoon. He doesn’t want to move too much because you’re still sleeping so peacefully. He is aware however that you have moved in your sleep, draping your leg over him like he’s a human body pillow.

Perhaps it’s a wicked Pavlovian response that his body betrays him in the moment as you're pinned against him. He’s growing harder in his jeans and every attempt to move you only causes you to stir further, involuntarily grinding your hips into him in a steady slow motion.

You’re having that dream again but this time it feels so real, too real as you feel the hard press of Frankie’s cock against your core. This time when you wake it’s not like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. It’s softer, more intentional.

“Honey….honey?” It’s a little disorienting, but you can still smell him and see the light coming through the windows. You must not have slept for very long. You can feel his thumb tracing lines across your cheek and slowly register him saying your name. The sensation you were feeling in your dream hasn’t dissipated and you don’t dare look down as your haze begins to lift.

“I think you were having a dream.” His sleepy voice barely above a whisper. “You kept saying my name.” It seems you’re both in a predicament, him more so than you since he’s not actually in your head and you can feel evidently what’s pressed against you.

You hope maybe a change in subject will make him drop it or at the very least get the hint. It didn’t seem like the appropriate time to tell him that you can’t stop having sex dreams about your best friends.

“You know…you didn’t seem like you needed any practice today.” You shift on the couch to look up at him.

“Maybe I told a little white lie.” He’s staring at you, a question hanging in the air of do you want this? He hasn’t moved his hand from your face as he slowly tilts it up further and leans in for a tender kiss. He’s been waiting all day, resisting the urge to kiss you the moment he opened his gift.

He’s waiting for you to pull away or say you don’t want this but that moment never comes as the soft kiss turns into a fight to get impossibly closer. His patience wore thin at the way you were saying his name in your sleep. Your hands are in his hair as he deepens this kiss, both of you trading moans in between breathing. He grips the thigh that’s slung over his hip as he pins you beneath him, the heavy comfortable weight of him grinding you into the couch.

You hate your brain for making you aware of your dry humping session being in the shared residence of the man you were also dating?

“Wait…wait, I have a confession.” He stops suddenly hoping he hadn’t totally fucked this up by going to far. The moment feels like an eternity as he lets you catch your breath.

“I kissed Benny.” You’re bracing yourself for the moment he rolls off you and asks you to leave but he drops his head to your shoulder as he chuckles in your ear.

“Well just consider it even, since I’ve kissed Benny too.” Oh now he wants to make jokes.

“Yes I’m aware but it wasn’t less than 24 hours ago.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you silently curse yourself for assuming. “Unless it was…”

“I’m just kidding, I had to mess with you a little.” You swat his chest playfully and breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s just say Benny and I have come to a friendly agreement.

You’re not entirely sure what that means but you couldn’t care less as long as they know what’s going on even if you didn’t.

You try to pull him towards you again but he braces his right arm beside your head to stay upright, his left hand not having left your thigh throughout the interaction.

“I suppose if we’re being honest…I have a confession.” His tongue peeks out on his bottom lip as he mulls over how to approach, he has no idea how tempting it looks.

“I was going to wake you up yesterday but you were already in the shower.” Your throat is suddenly dry and your shoulders tense. “ I thought you were crying so I hesitated and then…I heard you say my name.”

There was no playing this off, not like your dream where he knew you were sleeping. This was perhaps the most mortified you’ve ever been. You wish you were anywhere but pinned under his literal and figurative gaze.

“I can explain.” No you can’t

“Tell me.” You try to move out from underneath him but he doesn’t budge.

“Frankie this isn’t fair.”

“No hermosa, you know what’s not fair.” His hand is slowly making its way up your thigh and your breathing is ragged.

“You had to take care of yourself when the hands you wanted to touch you were just on the other side of the door.” You don’t know when you lost control of the situation but here you are, stuck under him. He’s waiting for you to tell him to stop but your body has other plans and your lips won’t move.

“Now tell me.” It’s not a question and this side of him has you faltering.

“Tell you what?” He leans down to kiss your lips but pulls away just as fast.

“What you were doing when you said my name.” He can’t be serious

He’s searching your eyes for any sign you want this to stop but all he finds are your lust blown pupils. He decides upon seeing your excitement to try a different approach.

“Show me.” He waits to see if he made the right choice and you slowly move your hand from around his neck. No one has ever made you this nervous and excited at the same time. His confidence awakened something in you that you didn’t know existed. You slowly start to unbutton your shorts, never breaking eye contact. You can see his chest rising and falling, his resolve breaking a little spurring you on.

You dip your hand under the waistband of your lace panties, thanking yourself for being a little too optimistic about where the afternoon might lead. His eyes trail down your front as he battles with watching your face and watching where your hand has disappeared. He shifts to the side to give you room as you slowly circle your clit with your middle finger. A small whimper escapes your lips and any embarrassment has been replaced with chasing this high.

You drag your finger through your slit as you dip a finger in trying to reach that spot at this awkward angle, you whine in frustration because your fingers aren’t enough with the way he’s been subtly working you up all afternoon.

He grabs your wrist and gently pulls your hand out of your shorts, you're wrapped in his every movement as he brings your fingers to his mouth to lick and suck every last drop from them.

“Let me show you.” His hands seem so much larger than yours as they make their way down your breast and across your abdomen, his trail painstakingly slow but you wouldn’t dare rush this moment.

He dips his hand into your shorts, dragging his fingers across your soft lace panties. “Frankie please…” You're hanging on by a thread and you need him to stop teasing you.

“You’re so sensitive, I’ve barely touched you.” You’re having deja because he’s said that before…or was that your dream. He dips one finger into your entrance as you arch your back. It’s too much and not enough as if he senses your frustration he plunges a second finger in slowly pumping in and out.

You drop your head onto the pillow as you softly moan his name. You can feel his cock grinding into your hip as he picks up the pace. He swallows your moans with his lips on yours. His name has never sounded sweeter than it does now as you chant his name. You’re ratcheted too tight as you feel the coil build, his fingers press down on the soft bundle of nerves and your toes curl in a blinding orgasm. You’re not sure when you gripped his hair like a lifeline as you slowly untangle your fingers while you come down from your high.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way you said my name.” He’s placing soft kisses on your neck as he removes his hand, you’re suddenly feeling a little bold as you can feel how patient he was being. You palm his bulge through his jeans and he bucks his hip, groaning your name.

The sound of car doors slamming have you both looking at each other wide eyed. He grabs your hand and places it around his waist. “I need you to pretend to be asleep.” You open your mouth to speak but he shushes you with a kiss as he flings the blanket back over you both. Your pants are still unbuckled and he’s still very hard but right now as the keys jingle in the door you figure you can deal with it later.

The front door opens and you bury your face into his chest to hide your laughter at having to pretend once again. Ben’s yelling about something per usual as you hear Will shush him.

“Awww they look so peaceful.” You can feel Frankie squeeze your hip and it’s taking everything to calm your breathing. His chest is rising and falling steadily as he squeaks out a fake snore. He may seem peaceful but you can feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek.

You hear footsteps getting further away and voices trailing as they make their way to the kitchen. Frankie can hear the fridge open and close and the sound of the water in the sink running.

“Can you button your shorts without moving too much?” He whispers into your temple. You nod your head as you slowly move your hand down to button them again, you try your best to avoid his problem that seems to be less obvious. When you’re finally decent you sit up peeking over the back of the couch. You signal for him to sit up and he hears footsteps approaching. He raises his arms above his head dramatically, stretching as you do your best-I just woke up eyes. It’s all ridiculously hilarious

“Good evening sleepyheads.” Ben plops down next to you on the couch and you sit up fully now in the middle of both men.

“Do you ugh…want some water?” Frankie’s standing to stretch now, his little belly exposed as his shirt lifts and you notice he’s still got a slight bulge but nothing that couldn’t be explained by how close you were sleeping.

“Yes please.” Your voice is a little hoarse from your nap or moaning Frankie’s name for too long.

He leaves you two on the couch and heads to the kitchen as Benny pulls you into his side and places a kiss on your temple. This has to be a record for times getting deja vu in one day.

“How was your date?” So they must’ve come to an agreement like Frankie said because he just called it a date without any malice in his tone. Just genuine curiosity and care.

“It was great actually.” Frankie returns with your water and sits back down next to you on the opposite side. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by you cuddling up with Ben and it’s bizarre territory you’re wading into.

“Well I hope you showed our girl a good time.” You’re sputtering your water as Frankie hides his amused face behind his hand. Ben is patting your back as Will enters the living room with beers in hand.

“Are you okay?” He hands the beers around as he tries to offer you one but you wave him off.

“I’m fine…but I really should be going. I have work early tomorrow and I really should get some sleep.” You all stand from the couch unsure of how to say goodbye.

Frankie pulls you into a hug and places a kiss on your forehead. “At least you got a nap today.” He winks at you and you pinch his side knowing he can’t make a sound.

“Don’t hog her, she was with you all day.” Ben picks you up as you yelp, he couldn’t resist that sound. He carefully sets you down and leans in to kiss your cheek.

You turn to see Will in the loveseat sipping his beer with an amused smirk on his face. “I swear to god Will.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender as both men are snickering beside you.

“I didn’t say anything sweetheart.” You make your way towards the door to grab your bag off the hook and you can feel all eyes on you. “ I’ll see you Friday to fix that hole in your wall.”

“Will…”

“Don’t argue with him, it'll only make your life harder.” Ben knows his brother all too well so you decide to take his advice and drop it.

“Fine, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay.” They all say in unison and erupt in laughter.

As you close the door behind you still hearing the faint sounds of your boys you realize how completely and utterly fucked you truly are.

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thirstworldproblemss · 5 months

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Hi!

I was swimming around the FishBen tag on tumblr and saw you recced at least one FishBen fic.... do you happen to have any more? I love them

Hello, nonny!

I love FishBen tooooo!! Sadly, there is not nearly enough Frankie x Benny content out there in the world, but I'm happy to share the (smallish) list of fics I've found for them so far. (Anyone aware of Frankie x Benny content that I've missed, please jump in with recs!! Anon and I will both love you for it!! 😘)

Anyway, on to the...

FishBen Rec List

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Partially cribbed from my prev Frankie x Benny (x reader) ask response

Frankie x Benny (aka. Just the FishBen)

(Why is it that FishBen tends to come almost exclusively either fluffy and/or sexy OR whumpy and full or angst? Who knows, but I love it either way!!)

== Sweet and/or Sexy ==

The Beginning (ao3) by @elvenmother [FxB, get-together fic E, 2.1k, oneshot]

Inside, Upside, & Out by @midnightartemis [FxB, get-together smut, E, 3.7k, complete?]

Put Your Name On It (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [FxB, sweet & sexy, E, 2.3k, oneshot]

Put Yourself in My Place (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [FxB, bodyswap smut, E, 3.1k, oneshot]

Right on Cue (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [pre-FxB, bartender!Frankie, T, 0.4k, oneshot]

Tennessee Whiskey by @mssr-mcknickers [WxS with some FxB, cute Halloween fic, T, 1k, oneshot]

Trou de Cu (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [FxB, silly & sweet sex shenanigans, E, 0.4k, oneshot]

You Leave a Mark by @alwaysbethewest [FxB, secret relationship, M, 0.4k words, oneshot]

fishben art by @littledozerdraws (dancing, post-fight, pre-fight?, being cute & sweet) [ART: FxB, cute & sweet!]

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== Angst / Whump ==

*be sure to read the warnings with these; things get pretty dark in some of 'em

Cry a Little by @wyn-n-tonic [FxB, hurt/comfort angst, M, 0.8k, oneshot]

fuckin' tell me by @waywaychuck [sort of pre-FxB, hurt/comfort, 0.9k, oneshot]

slippin' off the rails by @waywaychuck [FxB (implied WxS), whump & hurt/comfort, T, 4k, oneshot]

Though I Be The Last by @kesskirata [some FxB in amongst the team whump, E, 19k, 13ch as of Oct '22]

Frankie x Benny x Reader

(I know you didn't ask for this, 'nonny, but since pure FishBen is few and far between, I figured I'd add these as well, for you or anyone else who is interested)

A Helping Hand (ao3) by @dameronscopilot [Fx RxB, smutty threesome, E, 2.2k, oneshot]

Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me? by @everyhowlmarksthedead [FxR x B, revenge? smut, E, 2,8k, oneshot]

Better Together 'verse by @absurdthirst & @wardenparker [FxRxB, E, 53k, 5 finished oneshots in an ongoing series] Fics: Better Together, Taking Care Together, Waking Up Together, Celebrating Together, Together for Christmas

Flashback (ao3) by @green-socks [FxR xB, pining & fluff, E, 0.9k, oneshot]

Heat Wave (ao3) by @thirstworldproblemss & @astroboots [FxRxB, pining pwp, E, 2.2k oneshot in a larger series]

(hold tight) everything's fine by @raincityruckus [FxR("she")xB, pining smut, E, 5.3k, part of a poly!TF series]

Just us by @ezrasbirdie [FxR xB, plus size!reader, E, 4.5k, oneshot, au in series]

Made with Love (ao3) by @thristworldproblemss [FxB (w/in FxRxB), silly hurt/comfort fluff, M, 1k, oneshot in a series]

Messy Pile of Affection (ao3) by @flightlessangelwings [Fx RxB, get-together fic, E, 12k, completed fic in an ongoing series] Series Masterlist

Moonlight 'verse (ao3) by @absurdthirst & @wardenparker [FxRxB, werewolf!Frankie, E, 32k, 2 completed fics in a series] Fics: Moonlight Madness & Full Moon Fury

Not A Competiton (But I'm Winning) (ao3) by @alwaysbethewest [FxRxB, pegging smut, E, 1.2k, oneshot]

No Thinking Over the Weekend by Jazzelsaur (only on ao3) [FxR xB, get-together smut, E, 8.0k, long oneshot]

That's all I could remember and/or find for now. Sorry it's not bigger list, 'nonny! It's really a shame Frankie x Benny stuff isn't more popular since it's such a fun pairing. Anyway, thanks for the ask, and for giving me a chance to spread the FishBen love!! 💕

🧡 twp

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alwaysbethewest · 6 days

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Triple Frontier/Narcos fic: Crossing the Streams

This week is @fleetwoodmactshirt's birthday and I knew I wanted to write her something if I could—it was just a question of what. Frankie Morales making ravioli from scratch? An intimate morning spent with Ezra? Or: this? A deeply self-indulgent (and Fleetwood-indulgent) AU of an AU crossed over with another AU from an entirely different piece of media. It made sense in my head.

This concept is something we've jokingly(?) discussed for years but it always felt too outrageous to actually put to words. Until now. Happy birthday, beloved! I hope this makes you smile.

Title: Crossing the Streams Characters/Pairings: Frankie Morales, Benny Miller, Javier Peña, OFC, Baby Morales, ghost!Reader. Nascent Fishben implied; Javi/OFC implied. Rating: Teen (but maybe Gen) Word count: 1.8k Content/warnings: Crossover of my ghost 'verse and @fleetwoodmactshirt's Javier Peña X-Files AU 🙃 Not really exactly officially a part of the ghost 'verse, but could be considered a spin-off chapter of it maybe. I don't think any particular warnings apply. Reader is a ghost. The OFC listed above is the reader from Fleetwood's AU, and I tried to leave her a blank slate. Javi holds the baby a lot. I fudged the timelines so Javi is older but not as much older as he would be. Unbetaed, so let me know if you spot any mistakes.

You can see the family resemblance immediately. The man standing in the foyer isn’t an exact carbon copy of Francisco, but they could easily be mistaken for brothers. Benny had been the one to answer the door and the visitor is sizing him up, friendly but with a hint of narrow-eyed assessment peeking through. Benny senses it and stands a little straighter, calling over his shoulder, “Fish, they’re here!”

The slap-slap-slap sound of the baby’s hands on the hardwood floor announces her arrival even before she rounds the corner into the hallway, crawling rapidly towards the front door while Francisco ambles behind her. Ben scoops her up before she can reach the threshold, easily hefting her up to his shoulder, while the other men greet each other with a hug.

“Ah, mi sobrino!” Francisco’s uncle gives him an affectionate pat on the cheek. “Te ves bien, Francisco.”

“Hola, tío Javi,” he says with a grin. “Come on in. You met Benny?”

Now that they’re standing side by side you’re able to see the similarities and differences between them. Javier is older by fifteen years or so, his dark hair greying at the temples, slim body still fit but gone a little soft around the middle. He’s cleanshaven but for an attractive, full mustache, and his warm brown eyes are shielded by a pair of glasses with dark, slightly rounded plastic frames.

Javier nods. “I haven’t met this one yet, though,” he says, reaching for Francisco’s daughter. She goes to him without hesitation and he has to catch her chubby hands in his before she can drag his glasses down his nose. He pulls a face at her and she giggles.

“And is your…” Francisco pauses, as if searching for the right word. “Partner outside?”

Javi glances out the open door. “She’s getting some equipment out of the trunk. Listen,” he says, lowering his voice a little, “she takes this stuff seriously and she can be a little—excitable, about it. Take it easy on her, okay?”

This stuff, as it turns out, is investigating the world of the paranormal.

After Francisco’s mom had heard about Santiago’s suspicion that the house was haunted, she’d been the one to suggest he invite tío Javier and his… partner, for a visit. (You understand the hesitation before “partner” as soon as you see her; the energy flowing between them is lit up with something far brighter than a pair of regular, platonic co-workers would ever have. And even someone without your vision might notice the way it takes her a moment to recover from the sight of him with the baby in his arms, or how his hand hovers over the small of her back as they make their way down the hall.)

Francisco leads them into the kitchen, where he sets a pot of coffee brewing.

“You can set her down if you want,” he tells Javi, nodding to the baby’s high chair.

“That’s alright,” he says, taking a seat and easily shifting her into the crook of his arm. He crosses his legs so she’s half in his lap and bounces his thigh, just lightly, offering up his free hand for her to pull and pinch and bite at as she likes to keep her entertained.

His partner is watching from the doorway and you observe with interest how her breathing goes almost imperceptibly unsteady before she gathers herself again.

“So which of you saw the ghost?” she asks Francisco and Benny.

Ben’s eyes shift to the corner where you’re perched on the kitchen counter, but Francisco is already answering for the both of them. “Neither of us,” he tells her. “Our friend Santiago is the one who thinks he saw something.”

She’s taking notes in a pocket-sized notebook.

“And what was it that Santiago saw?”

“Socks,” he says, in a tone that indicates he thinks this is just as silly as it sounds.

“Socks,” she echoes, tilting her head inquisitively.

“Floating in the air.” He makes a vague, floaty gesture with one hand while pouring the coffee with the other.

Tío Javi’s partner finally takes a seat at the table, so she’s not stuck juggling her coffee cup and the notebook. The baby leans towards her, curious, and she gives her a polite smile. “Hello.” Then, struck by a thought, she looks to Francisco again.

“Has the baby seen the ghost?” she asks.

Benny’s eyes widen. Francisco just chuckles. “Not that she’s mentioned,” he says dryly. “Look, I don’t want to be wasting your time. You should know that—I’m not suggesting Santi’s making it up or anything but—the guy’s had more than one concussion before. You know what I’m saying?”

“That’s interesting,” she remarks, jotting it down.

Francisco exchanges a glance with Javier.

“Is it?”

“Well, brain injuries, trauma, near-death experiences—they can open a person’s senses to things that others can’t see,” she explains.

He looks skeptical.

“We’ve all had near-death experiences,” he says, gesturing around the room. He says it so matter-of-factly that she looks startled, and maybe a little concerned. “Ben and I were Special Forces. Tío, I’ve heard your stories from Colombia. We’ve all dealt with some dark shit.”

Javi flattens his mouth in a grim line. Ben is rubbing his knuckles over his lips and you can see the anxiety building in him. The room falls silent for a moment.

“I’m sorry if I upset you,” she says. Under the table, Javi shifts his leg to bump his foot with hers reassuringly.

“No.” Francisco frowns. “I’m sorry. You’re just doing your job. You—I know you brought some gear with you. You’re welcome to check the house, or… do whatever you need. I’ll show you where Santi saw the socks in the air.”

She sets down her pen.

“If you don’t mind.”

Francisco leads her upstairs to the nursery. You’re not sure you want to get anywhere near her ghost-hunting equipment, whatever it may be, so you stick to the kitchen and keep Ben company while he attempts to make conversation with Francisco’s uncle.

“So you worked in Colombia,” he tries. Javi gives a quiet grunt to the affirmative. He doesn’t want to talk about that—you can tell, and Benny figures it out pretty quickly, too.

“Do you—” he starts, but Javi’s already speaking.

“What’s the situation here?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Between you and Frankie.”

You can almost feel the heat radiating off him as the air shimmering around Benny turns a deep, blushing pink.

“There’s no situation,” he says.

“You’re roommates?”

“Yeah—I mean, we’ve been friends for a long time. My lease ended a few months ago and he said I could stay here. He has a guest room,” he adds, a touch defensively.

Javi smiles and nods like he hadn’t meant anything by it.

“What about you?” Benny asks. He nods to the ceiling, where Javi’s partner is upstairs. “You guys seem close. Are you dating her?”

Javi’s placid smile doesn’t falter for a moment, but his eyes narrow a little.

“No,” he says. “She has a guest room, too.”

Ben’s mouth opens, then snaps closed, and the men sit in silence for a moment.

“I think she wants to get down,” he says, gesturing to the baby in Javi’s arms, who’s squirming and lunging forward as if to jump to the floor. He sets her down carefully on all fours and she takes off at speed, leaving Ben to scramble behind her. Javier looks around the empty room, eyes skipping right over you, drains his coffee, and follows suit.

You trail behind him to the living room, where Benny has deposited the baby in the middle of the conversation pit with a basket of toys. Javi stops short, taken aback by the sunken couches.

“Holy shit,” he says. “This place hasn’t been remodeled in a while, huh?”

Benny glances at you, knowing this subject is a sore spot. You’d taken great pride in this house, back when it had belonged just to you, and you’re not sure why everybody keeps wishing to change it now.

“We like it,” he tells him. “It’s got character. Plus, this is like a built-in play pen. She’s too little to climb out.”

Javier sits himself down, spreading his legs comfortably wide in a confident-man sprawl.

“It’s a good house,” he admits. “Quiet neighborhood.”

They watch the baby playing on the floor. You join her there, rolling plastic balls back to her too subtly for Javier to realize they haven’t simply bounced.

“Can I ask you something?” Benny says. Javi raises an eyebrow in assent. “Say there is a ghost—” he starts.

“There isn’t.” Javi narrows his eyes a little, like he’s trying to decide if Benny really believes in something so unfathomable.

Benny is avoiding your gaze.

“But theoretically,” he says. “If there was. What would—I mean—What do you do? Like if the EMF meter or whatever registered something.”

“Well,” Javi replies slowly. “Theoretically, if there was a ghost hanging around I think my partner would tell you there’s something unresolved that they still need. A sense of peace, or…”

He pauses, scratching his chin. Eyes still on the child.

“It’s the same as what anybody wants, right? A sense of fulfillment. So you can move on.”

It makes something feel hollow and fluttery inside your chest, achy like you haven’t felt in a while. Now you’re the one avoiding Ben’s eyes, when he looks at you. You retreat to the corner, wanting to be alone but unwilling to give up eavesdropping on such a rare visit.

Their conversation is cut short by the others’ return. Francisco still looks skeptical and she looks thoughtful. Javi tilts his head back and raises an eyebrow.

“Inconclusive,” she announces. “There were some very interesting readings but nothing concrete. There are some other tests we could—”

“I think this is enough,” Francisco cuts her off gently. “It’s not like any of us have been possessed. If blood starts dripping down the walls, we’ll call you back.”

“Well, for a simple specter I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” she assures him. “Blood drips can be indicative of—”

“It was a joke,” he says, and she smiles but she also shrugs like, well, we’ll see.

“Mijo,” Javier says, changing the subject for everyone’s sake. “Pick a restaurant, we’ll go out to dinner, my treat. Your roommate can come too.”

The emphasis he puts on roommate isn’t strong enough for Francisco to pick up on, but Benny does and he shoots Javi a narrow look. Javi gives him an innocent grin and turns back to the baby, who’s been pulling herself up on his pant legs, trying to climb up to her dad since he’d walked in the room. He swings her into his arms and hands her over to Francisco, and after a ten-minute debate over a pizzeria versus a steakhouse, and a five-minute diaper change, the group heads outside.

Alone in the quiet house, you float up to your attic window seat, where you settle in to contemplate tío Javi’s words about things unresolved.

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Together for Christmas

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller A Part of the “Together” Universe Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: Mature, for language. Though this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 6.7k Warnings: This is a MMF relationship! If that doesn’t appeal to you, then just scroll away right now. Cursing, food/alcohol, flirting, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, gender reveal. Pure, tooth rotting fluff. Summary: It’s the holiday season in the Miller-Morales household, and this Christmas contains a whole lot of joy. Notes: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my lovelies! Please enjoy this little dollop of seasonal fluff from my covid-addled brain. The holiday season isn’t always joyful for everyone (myself included) so Keri and I have aimed to add a touch of brightness to the day with this humble little offering.

Together in Chronological Order: Waking Up Together Taking Care Together Better Together Celebrating Together Together for Christmas

"Massage? Spa package?" Frankie looks up from his phone to look over at Benny. “I know she's been talking about it and everything can't be baby related.” He knows how excited Ben is for the birth of the first Miller-Morales baby, but Christmas is about everyone. "We could even get a thruples package but then that would also be for ourselves."

“Is there such a thing as a maternity massage package?” Benny hums at the thought, running his hand up and down Frankie’s arm as they lounge together on the sofa. Taking advantage of your girls’ day out with your friends to plan out your Christmas present is also an excuse to cuddle. “She’s on her feet all day at work and carrying our baby. I think pampering sounds appropriate.”

"Yeah." Frankie wholeheartedly agrees and his eyes narrow slightly as he reads the details. "Says that you just have to make sure the staff knows that it's a maternity package and they will take care of it." He tells Benny, leg tossed over his lover's thigh and hums. "It can be a theme for the other shit we get her. We can get a lot of those bath fizzy things you and she like. Plus a new robe for her to lounge in when she's complaining about being cold."

“So much for one person getting one gift for one other person.” Benny laughs. He knew when you proposed doing a Secret Santa-style Christmas after the expense of the wedding and honeymoon, that the guys would still team up to make sure that your gift was worthy of their wife. “What about lotion? You know, with the bath bombs? She can have pampering at a spa and pampering at home.”

"I will volunteer to rub it on her." Frankie smirks slightly, his wedding ring winking proudly on his hand in the lights from the Christmas tree that is already up and decorated. "Anytime she wants."

“Baths with me and a rub down from you.” Benny smirks, pressing a kiss to Frankie’s temple. “And we wonder how she ended up pregnant.”

"I never wondered." Frankie smirks back at the man who was his husband in all ways but legally. "See, I paid attention in our sex ed classes." He teases, sending Benny a wink when he pouts at him. "Do I need to give you a refresher lesson?"

“I mean, I’m never going to say no to that.” Nudging his nose to Frankie’s temple, he leaves another kiss at his hairline with a hum. “You can teach me a lesson anytime you want.”

"After we pick out her present." Frankie admonishes, trying to ignore the way that his cock twitches at the enticing tone of Benny's voice. "So a massage? And all the crap to make her feel good? Do we want to do one of those foot bath things?"

“Definitely.” Benny nods in agreement, knowing the two things you always say hurt most are your feet and your back. “And we should take a trip to the Lindt outlet to get her a giant bag of chocolate.”

"Chocolate and foot baths." Frankie nods and he looks at the spa packages that they offer. "How about this one? It seems like it's an all-day thing of pampering. She can do it before the baby comes and we can always give her another after the birth."

“Sounds perfect.” Benny’s arms tighten around Frankie in a squeezing hug of approval as he reads the description of the package on the spa’s website. “She deserves the world.”

That is something that both men could agree on. Their wife is perfect and you deserve everything that they could give you. There had already been a slight disagreement over your work schedule, insisting they could support you and having to give in and let you stand firm on your resolution to work as long as you safely could. "Good. That settles the 'big' present." Frankie decides.

“She’s going to give you shit for going overboard.” It doesn’t mean a thing, though, because Benny has already gone overboard buying Frankie’s gift as well.

Frankie snorts, giving a small shrug as he reaches for his wallet on the side table to input his credit card information. "It's my right to spoil her." He turns and presses his lips to Benny's softly. "Just like I spoil you."

“Love you too, handsome.” Chasing the kiss without shame, Benny catches Frankie right before he sits back again and lets this press of lips linger. “You’re gonna get spoiled too. Just you wait.”

Huffing slightly, Frankie rolls his eyes. He hates when the two of you gang up on him. Feeling like he shouldn't receive that kind of attention and have you spend your money on him. "I told you not to do anything for me." He complains.

“Since when do I listen to you?” The teasing in Benny’s tone is clear, and he peppers Frankie’s face with more kisses.

"Never." Frankie grumbles, even as his lips twist up into a small grin. "That's the problem." It's not really a problem, but Francisco Morales is more comfortable with giving than being given things.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to deal with it.” The younger man’s grin is wicked, knowing that Frankie can’t say no to him to begin with. “It’s Christmas. I get to spoil my husband and my wife.”

There is just a small chuckle that Frankie gives Benny, knowing that the younger man is bursting with pride at having a husband and a wife. At being allowed to love the two of you completely with no reservations. "Wait until next year when we all spoil the baby." He warns him playfully, knowing that Benjamin Miller would want nothing more. If there was anyone who was made to be a father, it was him.

“I can’t wait.” It’s wistful - disbelieving - the sigh in Benny’s voice. He’s wanted to be a father for his entire life, so the last few months have been a dream come true for him. Batting his eyelashes at Frankie playfully, Benny tries for his best pout and juts out his lower lip completely. “Pleeeeease can I have a gender reveal for my Christmas present? I’m not even asking for a party anymore. I just want us to get a surprise somehow.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head at how enthusiastic he is about all of this. "We will have to talk to our wife about that." He murmurs, knowing that it will be a little more exciting than that. He has an idea for Ben's Christmas present that he wants to discuss with you. Something that Benjamin has wanted forever and now he thinks is the perfect time.

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Christmas morning with three adults and only one family to visit in the afternoon should be a relaxed affair, but not with Ben Miller in the house. Excited as a schoolboy, he is up early and tenderly trying his best to wake you and Frankie up without getting either of you annoyed at him. Benny loves Christmas, and nothing in the world could stop him from being excited this year. His first Christmas with his husband and wife.

Frankie let Benny sleep in the middle of the bed last night, your pregnancy demanding you be on the outside due to the middle of the night needs of your bladder. Giving up his spot since it is closest to the door for you and knowing that Benjamin would want access to cuddle you, meant that he had taken to sleeping on the opposite side. "We don't have to get up so early, Miller." Frankie grunts, turning his head away from the light filtering into the room.

“But it’s Christmas!” Benny pouts, peppering Frankie’s shoulder and chest with little kisses before finding his lips in the early morning light.

Frankie had already been up several times, making sure that Ben’s present was ready for this morning, so he hadn’t gotten much sleep. “It’ll be Christmas in an hour too.” Frankie grumbles, kissing his husband back despite his eyes staying closed.

“He’s excited,” you hum indulgently, turning your head to face the boys before the rest of your body because movement is far more difficult than it used to be. “It’s cute, baby. Frankie’s just sleepy.”

“So what you’re saying is that you were excited too?” Benny grins, kissing Frankie again and turning back so he can slide his hand along your bump and cuddle to you. “Merry Christmas, wifey.”

“Merry Christmas, husband,” you giggle a little at how the happy glow of your marriage - though it isn’t legally between all three of you - is the pride of Benny’s life along with the baby. “And yes, I am definitely excited.”

"Hmmmm, see Fish?" Benny looks over his shoulder to shoot Frankie a grin. "This is how you should be at Christmas. We have a wonderful wife; you have an amazingly sexy husband and we have our baby on the way." He sighs happily and looks back at you. "It's the best Christmas ever."

“Frankie baby always needs more sleep than us, you know that.” You tut softly, but reach for Benny to silently ask for a kiss. “That’s not a bad thing.” Besides which, you know why he’s tired this morning - getting up to cheek in Benny’s gift a few times in the night so you didn’t have to.

Frankie grunts, shuffling closer in a rustle of sheets to press against Benny's back and his lips find the other man's shoulder. "I'm old, remember?" He teases, voice still raspy with sleep. "I need more sleep."

“And we love our old man.” Benny grins, reaching back to pull him closer with one arm while offering you a place against his other side at the same time.

"Hmph." Frankie wiggles closer and digs his fingers into Benny's hip slightly before he caresses the skin. "Love you." He hums quietly, his nose pressed against the other man's shoulder blade.

“I say we snuggle for ten more minutes before we get up.” There’s nothing you want more than to laze around in bed with the two most important men in your life, but there is a big reason to go downstairs early. “How does that sound, Francisco?”

He smiles against Ben’s back, always loving the way you say his complete name. His head pops up and he shoots you a small wink that Benny misses. “Should be good.”

“You guys excited to go to Will’s later?” The other Miller brother is hosting the big holiday supper this year and it’s sure to be an amazing meal, as always.

“Hmmm.” Christmas at the elder Miller’s house will be fun, and it will be the last time that it’s held there for a while. Frankie and Benny have strong ideas of the baby having Christmas at home while they are young. “It will be fun watching Benny whine at his brother.”

“Why am I gonna whine?” Benny asks, pouting at Frankie purely for effect.

“Because that’s what little brothers do.” Frankie smirks and leans in to kiss his cheek. “And you enjoy watching your brother fume.”

“He makes it so easy.” Benny chuckles and draws Frankie into a longer kiss. “How could I not?”

Frankie chuckles into the kiss and pulls away to move away to get out of the bed. He will go around to your side to kiss you. “Let’s get up then.”

“Yay!” Benny practically bounds from the bed, ready to be your twin anchor with Frankie because you started having trouble getting up from lying down a couple of weeks ago. “Christmas!”

“Well, it’s not a mystery who’s going to teach the baby to get up super early on Christmas morning,” you giggle, shaking your head at Benny while you gratefully take both of their hands to pull yourself up.

Frankie snorts and when you are on your feet, he pulls you close and leans in over your belly to kiss you. “You know it.” He murmurs and smirks slightly as he brushes his nose against yours. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Francisco.” Leaning into him is not as easy as it used to be, but it’s worth the effort.

“We should get out there before Benjamin implodes.” Frankie squeezes your hip and shares a small grin, excited to see his reaction to the gift the two of you had decided on.

“Gonna explode all over the both of you if you stand there and make out in front of me,” Benny teases, waggling his eyebrows at the both of you.

Frankie snorts and rolls his eyes at his husband. “Jesus, Ben…on his birthday?” He teases, sending him a wink.

“Wasn’t Jesus born in March? I’m sure I’ve heard that before.” Benny wrinkles his nose, grinning at Frankie and enjoying the tease as he gives it right back. He snags your cardigan off the back of the closet door and holds it out for you to slip into then leads the way downstairs. “Our last Christmas as a family of three,” he sighs wistfully.

“Do you need to pee first?” Frankie asks, his hand on your back as he slowly helps you down the stairs. It worries him the larger you get, not wanting you to fall.

“Always,” you laugh, knowing Frankie will go as far as actually escorting you to the downstairs bathroom to make sure you don’t lose your balance. “And then a cup of that really good orange herbal tea while we open presents?”

“Whatever you want.” Frankie promises, smiling at you. He knows he’s being a little extra, but he doesn’t want anything to happen to you or the baby. Especially since you are so top heavy now. Miller makes giants apparently.

“Whatever?” Even just a little tease is more than you can resist, and you grin at Frankie as he helps you down the stairs. “So I can have a spiked cup of coffee and some sushi later on?”

“Yes.” Frankie promises, turning you and kissing your nose. “Just as soon as this one is howling angrily at being evicted from your womb.” He teases, caressing your bump. “I’ll bring it on ice so you can have it as soon as you get cleaned up.”

“Three and a half more months.” You sigh dramatically, laying one hand over his on your belly. “Nearly there.”

“I’ll bring you two rolls.” He promises, smirking happily. “Go pee before Benny starts opening the presents without us. I’ll make your tea.”

“Thank you, cariño.” You bat your eyelashes at him before turning down the hallway, and Frankie heads into the kitchen to find Benny already sashaying around the room brewing a pot of coffee and getting out the bag of bagels he picked up for this morning.

There’s a giddy air of anticipation and Frankie smirks as he walks by his husband and reaches out to slap his ass affectionately. “She’s gonna get settled and then we can spoil her.” He promises, moving over to your kettle to heat the water.

“I got her a chocolate chip bagel, and it’s gonna have peanut butter and banana slices. Does she want tea?” It’s pretty much all you’ve been drinking lately, so he’s not at all surprised.

“Of course.” Frankie moves over to the cabinet that houses the growing tea collection. “The orange one is a favorite right now.”

“You want your coffee spiked, handsome?” Benny moves around the kitchen easily, grabbing the bottle of Bailey’s to add a shot to his own coffee mug. It is a holiday, after all.

“No.” Frankie shakes his head. “She’s grumpy about no alcohol so I’ll suffer with her.” He knows you won’t mind, but it’s alright with him. He wants to focus on what’s coming up today.

Benny stops for a second, considers the bottle in his hand, and puts it back in its place on the bar with a nod. “Solidarity,” he hums, leaning over to kiss Frankie’s cheek.

“Good boy.” Frankie murmurs, loving how thoughtful Ben is when he ponders on things. “Let’s get our Christmas started.” He’s eager to make sure that nothing spoils the surprise for Benny, having prepared for it as much as he possibly could.

Bagels and drinks are brought into the living room, and Frankie turns on the tv so you can pick a Christmas movie to have playing while the day begins. You turn on Jingle Jangle and pick up your tea, humming at the soothing scent of orange. “Who wants to go first?” You ask, glancing eagerly at the tree.

Frankie wants Benjamin to go last so he immediately pipes up. “You should go first, baby.” He nods towards his husband. “What do you think?”

“Absolutely.” As much as Benny does like to get presents, he likes to give them more. And he retrieves the trio of boxes with your name on them to set in front of you with pride.

“So much for small gifts this year,” you joke, looking at the multiple packages in front of you and the multiple packages for each of them under the tree.

“I think we all knew we were full of shit.” Frankie points out, moving your bagel and tea over to a tray closest to you so it doesn’t get in the way of your presents. “Just wait until the baby comes.”

“All baby gifts, all the time.” There will be gifts of other kinds, too, you’re sure of that. But you know none of you will be able to resist getting things for the baby. The first box in front of you is meticulously tied up in gold ribbon and you know Frankie must have been the one to tie it so well - Benny would have gone all out with the fanciest wrapping paper he could find and the biggest bows known to man. Inside seems to be an entire Lindt shop’s worth of chocolate and you groan deeply in appreciation. “It’s perrrrfect, baby. You spoil me.”

“You never have enough chocolate in the house it seems.” Frankie chuckles, remembering when he had accidentally eaten the last truffle without knowing and you had cried.

“There are much worse pregnancy cravings to have,” you defend with a sheepish grin. Unwrapping a dark chocolate and orange truffle immediately and popping it in your mouth, you groan happily and sigh. “Christmas is done,” you joke. “This is all I need.”

“Told you that we should have dipped orange slices in chocolate.” Frankie huffs at Benny with a grin. “She would have loved it.” Your obsession with oranges has been a vast source of amusement. Even asking for an orange vinaigrette on salads.

The way your eyes light up makes both men laugh, and you grin sheepishly to boot. “We can still do that,” you nod eagerly.

“Done.” Benny declares, knowing that whatever you want while you are pregnant - hell, while you are married to him and Frankie - you get. “We will make them, baby.”

Tearing the wrapping paper on the second box reveals a plethora of home spa items: a foot bath, bath robe, lotions, therapeutic salts, and bath bombs that will probably last you well past the last few months of your pregnancy. “You guuuyyysss…” There are grateful tears in your eyes when you look at your husbands, knowing Frankie didn’t do all of this alone. Fitting, since you didn’t do Benny’s gift all alone either. “Thank you so much.”

“That comes with foot rubs and lotion rubs anytime you want.” They had considered doing a coupon book, but abandoned the idea just with unlimited options being their go-to.

Reaching across the side table is difficult with your belly in the way, but both men lift out of their seats to exchange soft kisses with you, and you pick up the last, small box with a grin. “How is there more? My husbands absolutely spoil me.”

“Because you deserve everything.” Benny murmurs softly, his eyes slightly misty with joy.

“I love you, too.” The small box is the kind that you can buy to put a gift card into, but when you open it up there is a brochure for the day spa in the next town over - with an appointment card that lists no date but has a phone number to call to book and the words “Maternity Package” neatly printed on the bottom. “Guys…?” You look up at both of them, tears forming all over again as you hold up the appointment card in wonder. “This is—you—you booked me a spa day?”

“Oh shit, you hate it.” Benny worries, panicking over the tears, but Frankie jostles him and shakes his head.

“No she doesn’t.” He huffs before he reaches for your hand. “Yeah baby, we want you to go and get pampered, relax and just feel good. You can schedule it whenever you want.”

“This is so sweet of you.” Despite the conversations about wanting you to be off your feet for the last trimester of your pregnancy, both Frankie and Benny have been so supportive of you not wanting to give up working just yet.

"You deserve it." Benny insists. "You are growing our baby. It's a hard job and you're doing amazing." He's always been in awe of women and you just have blown him away with your strength.

“Thank you.” Pulling the robe out of the big box, you swap it out for your cardigan and sigh at its warmth and softness. “I love you guys so much.”

"Knew she would put it on immediately." Frankie grins at you, sending you a small wink. They had relaxed their hold on the thermostat in order to keep you comfortable but it was still colder than what you would probably like.

“It’s so soft.” And oversized. This is definitely the definition of a pregnancy robe. “You go next, Frankie,” you urge, knowing you both want Benny to go last.

There is a slight pout to his lips as he looks between the two of you. "I told you not to get me anything." He huffs, rolling his eyes at his husband and wife's refusal to listen to him.

“Benny pulled your name, baby. There was no chance of that happening.” Sitting back in your favorite armchair with a grin, you pick up your bagel to have breakfast while Benny eagerly slides several large boxes in front of Frankie to open.

“You did too much.” Frankie protests, looking at the size of the boxes and tries to figure out what he did for him. “You’re supposed to be saving your money Benjamin.”

“We’re doing fine, baby. More than fine. And you work so hard.” Benny shifts closer to Frankie on the couch, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You deserve to be spoiled, too.”

“You already spoil me.” Frankie turns and leans into the kiss for a moment, stealing another moment of affection. He’s spoiled just from being loved by the two of you so unconditionally.

“Go on,” Benny urges, grinning with that giddy excitement of a little kid on Christmas morning gleaming in his eyes.

Frankie grins at his husband’s enthusiasm and starts to tear into the paper, freezing for a moment before his eyes whip back around to Ben. “You—”

“I know you’re picky.” Benny couches, instantly worried that he’s gotten something wrong. “If it’s not the right model number or something we can exchange them.”

“Benjamin.” Frankie breathes out in awe, ripping off the rest of the paper to reveal the box for the new lathe that he had been drooling over. The joy of making the baby’s cradle had turned to frustration when the lathe he had kept breaking and yet he hadn’t been able to justify buying another one. “It��s—it’s great. Perfect.”

“Oh good.” The sigh of relief he breathes is palpable and Benny smiles. “Your workshop is gonna get a dad-level upgrade, baby.”

It takes him a moment but after a few blinks of his eyes, Frankie throws his head back and laughs before he reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of Ben’s neck so he can drag him close for a kiss.

“There’s more, baby. Keep going.” For as many years as they have been together, the joy in the two men’s relationship has never faded. Benny and Frankie have been at each other’s sides for years and being allowed to witness these moments of happiness between them makes your heart swell.

“Brat.” He huffs, shaking his head at his husband even as he looks back at the lathe. “Dad-level upgrade huh?” He asks, extremely grateful to have everything he wants and more this Christmas.

“Next.” The smile on Benny’s face when he puts the second box in front of Frankie is beaming.

"Okay." Frankie is excited, knowing that Benny is, and he quickly tears into the next present. "Ben." He chokes when he sees the toolbox that Frankie had been saving for. A rolling Snap On that makes his current toolbox look like a toy. "You—oh fuck, you messed up now." Frankie laughs. "The Snap On guy is going to get all my money when he rolls up."

“As long as you’re happy.” Benny is giddy with the success of his ideas, knowing that Frankie loves his workshop and the escape that it provides him. “We love you. So much.”

"It's too much." Frankie huffs, even with the wide grin on his face. "I love you too, more than you will ever know."

“Merry Christmas.” Benny opens his arms to the older man, letting Frankie snuggle into his side and holding him tight for a long moment together.

"You are ridiculous and spent too much, but I love you." Frankie kisses his lips one last time and he pulls away from him before he looks over to you. "Are we done with me? It's time for Benjamin?"

“Benny’s turn.” Your eyes flash excitement at Frankie as he hops up to retrieve the first part of the gift despite it technically being from you. There’s no way Frankie would let you bend and lift and shuffle anymore - he’s barely allowed it since the day you found out you were expecting.

It has been a lot of work, making sure that this goes off without a frankly, very nosy Benny, finding out. Frankie had thought about giving Ben two gifts in one, but only if you had wanted to. Luckily, you had thought it was perfect. The box is heavy and Frankie grunts as he picks it up. “Here we go.”

“Are those all for me?” Benny stares, pointing at the stack of boxes still under the tree when Frankie brings the first over to him.

“Yes and no.” Frankie grins when the box settles down in front of Ben without giving away what is inside. “You know how you wanted to do a gender reveal?” He asks him, reminding him of the conversation weeks ago.

“Yeah!” Benny sits up eagerly, looking between you with misty eyes. “You guys, is this a gender reveal?!”

Frankie looks over at you, knowing that you are going to tear up as well. “Yeah, Benjamin, it’s a gender reveal.” He murmurs softly.

Benny vibrates, eagerly ripping into the wrapping paper on the lid of the box and blissfully unaware of the holes on its other side. “Oh—oh my god!” The lid of the box pops off almost without his help, giving way to the sunny face of a happy, eager puppy with a pink paisley print collar and a handwritten tag hanging from it. I’m a girl! Just like the Bean!

You and Benny gasp almost in unison, but your hand flies to your belly as Ben lifts the wiggling puppy into his arms and coos at her. “They’re—” Benny is all but crying as he looks between you and Frankie and you don’t blame him. “They’re both girls?”

“Yeah.” Frankie reaches for your hand and covers your stomach gently. “You’ve been saying you wanted a puppy for Bean to grow up with, so…she will be her first friend.” He had hoped Ben would love the gender reveal and puppy being the same sex as the baby.

“She’s so sweet!” And licking his face all over, which has Benny giggling instantly. the little puppy fits in his arms effortlessly and he thumbs the tag with affection. “A little girl,” he breathes, turning his watery eyes to you.

“A little girl,” you nod, gripping Frankie’s hands tightly as you try to absorb the reality of the moment. You’re going to have a daughter.

Frankie had been proud when you had given him the envelope with the sex of the baby inside. Bawling like a baby himself when he opened it in order to pick out the right puppy from the couple who had been trying to find good homes for the litter. “Miller makes girls, apparently.”

“What kind of puppy is this little nugget?” Benny’s eyes are wide and full of love as he strokes her short fur. He looks like he’s never going to let her go ever again.

“She’s a mix. Golden retriever and bulldog.” Frankie had fallen in love with her sweet face and knew that you and Ben would love her. “They said she’ll be good around kids. Especially once she’s trained.”

“She’s gonna be the best little girl in the whole world.” Benny coos, burying his face in the puppy’s fur. “You need a name, little girl! Did Papí Frankie name you already?”

"No way." Frankie shakes his head, wanting to let Ben name the puppy. "That honor is yours. What do you want to name our sweet girl?"

“We’re gonna need two names.” You lean over to press a kiss to Frankie’s shoulder and beam at Benny. “But the puppy gets a name first.”

“What’s the battle cry from the movie you love?” Benny looks over at you with glee. “Towanda?”

“Towanda is an Amazon warrior alter ego. You might give that cute little pup a complex.” You nearly snort out your sip of tea and shake your head at him. “If you want to name the dog after a character from Fried Green Tomatoes, Idgie might be the way to go.”

Frankie grins as Benny looks at the puppy again, smothering her in kisses. “Idgie, huh?” He murmurs, actually liking the name for a pup. It’s unique.

“Is that your name, lil’ baby?” Benny is completely in love, cradling this wriggling puppy in his arms and letting her sniff and lick all over him. “Is that your name, Idgie?” He croons, giggling when she barks happily. “I guess that’s a yes.”

“Lord.” Frankie rolls his eyes and looks over at you with amusement. “He’s going to be sleeping with the puppy tonight.” He predicts, knowing how long he’s wanted a puppy.

“Obviously!” Benny rolls his eyes like he can’t believe Frankie ever doubted him.

Laughing, Frankie shakes his head and nods towards the other wrapped gifts. “Do you want us to open them or are we allowed to touch the puppy too?”

“Nooo, you can hold her.” Like it’s some kind of grand permission, he hands Idgie over to Frankie and dives for the other boxes under the tree, now certain that they contain all manner of puppy things within them.

Scratching behind her ears, Frankie leans over for you to love on the puppy. “What do you think?” He asks you quietly. He had handled getting the pup so you could be surprised too, while you had gotten the supplies.

“She’s absolutely precious.” The pup is loving and excitable, giddy to have so much attention this morning. Your eyes are still watery, though, and you look at Frankie in awe. “We’re…we’re really having a girl?”

“We are, baby.” Frankie nods and pulls out the picture of the ultrasound that had been in the envelope. The little girl parts circled for you to see. “We’re gonna have a little girl.”

Idgie seems immediately concerned when tears fall down your cheeks, and she licks them away with determination. “It’s okay, Idg,” you laugh at her response to your overwhelmed joy. “Mama’s just happy.”

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head. “Hope you know you’re on puppy training duty, Miller.” He teases Ben.

“Frankie’s gonna end up sleeping in the middle of the bed so I can get up when I need to pee, and Benny can get up with Idgie.” You predict, scratching the puppy’s head affectionately.

Benny pouts for a second, looking up from pulling the dog bed out of a box. “Hey.” He huffs. “I—you planned this, didn’t you? So you can sleep next to her.” It’s a joke, although he knows Frankie misses sleeping next to you and has been grateful that Ben needs to touch you in his sleep. A slight sense of propriety or possessiveness has emerged since that first ultrasound.

“Nobody’s taking away your cuddle time, Ben.” You would never. Benny is so proud of your pregnancy and slightly caveman about it, and you not-at-all secretly relish the attention from both of your husbands. “You can just as easily slither out from the middle of the bed. I have faith in you.”

Frankie rolls his eyes at his husband. “Pendejo.” He grumbles under his breath at how ridiculous he can be at times. “Open the rest of the presents.”

Toys, a leash, bowls, a bed, treats, food, and training aids are all inside the last remaining boxes, and the guys laugh at how wild you had gone in getting things for the new puppy while you were at the pet store. Idgie has everything she could possibly need and yet you’re sure you’ll end up back at the store within days to go nuts again. But together this time.

The puppy goes back to Benny and Frankie smirks as he literally lays down on the floor with the sweet girl as she jumps on him. "What do you think? Was it a good gender reveal? A sweet little girl for our little girl?"

“It’s perfect.” Benny giggles when the puppy licks a stripe up his cheek after climbing into his chest. He turns his head to look at both of you with a grin. “And now we can narrow down that name list for the baby.”

"Yes we can." Everyone had been throwing all kinds of names onto the lists. The lists are getting longer and longer as time goes on with every single one that any of you vaguely liked. Hell, Ben had added Wednesday to the list the other day after watching the new Addams family show.

“We can save the ‘boy’ name list for baby number two.” Shifting out of your armchair now that you’re done with your breakfast, you carefully shift to the living room floor and brace your back against your chair to help your back. Little Idgie comes bounding over, happily yapping and waggling her whole bum because her little tail is so tiny.

"She certainly likes you." Frankie hums happily, finding that the puppy is friendly with all of them. It bodes well although he knows that this dog is going to be Benny's until the baby is older.

“She’s such a little love bug.” You laugh when the puppy bounds over to Frankie after giving you sufficient kisses. “Hopefully she’ll love her sister just as much.”

"She will." Frankie predicts. "She is Benjamin in puppy form." He teases, sending a small wink towards the younger man. "She's gonna adore her and protect her, just like her daddy Benny."

Picking out what they wanted to be called as fathers had been a long-winded process, wanting to make sure they had distinct names so they could eventually teach the baby how to call for each of them individually. Deciding on daddy and papí had made both men so happy that they had cried telling you about it.

Benny beams, nodding eagerly. “You know it. No one’s gonna mess with our daughter. Between Idgie and me, she’ll be ruling the playground.”

“Kindergarten Crime Boss.” The joke makes all three of you laugh and Frankie shakes his head as he gives Idgie belly rubs.

“She’s a good girl, yes you are.” Frankie coos to the happy puppy as she yips and tries to chase his hand.

“I think I like the nature names the best.” You tell them out of nowhere, looking up from where your hands had been smoothing over your belly. A large portion of your baby girl name list were names from nature and you’ve been looking at those names secretly on your own for weeks now.

Frankie freezes, looking down at Idgie. “Which ones are speaking to you, sweetheart?” He asks, curious if you have any favorites out of the ones on the list.

“Maybe Autumn? Or Flora…or Daphne?” The way you shrug clearly shows how self-conscious you are about the topic even though it makes you unbelievably happy to think about. Naming your child is a huge decision.

“I like those.” Benny agrees and Frankie nods.

“I was along the lines of Sierra or Luna.” He admits, smiling softly. He reaches over to stroke your stomach. “I’m okay with any name as long as she is healthy and bears our last name.”

“That sounds like a nice top five.” The smile on Frankie’s lips makes it onto yours. “We don’t need to decide today. I just…knowing the baby is a girl, it made me think.”

“We are going to have to get started building her a dream play area.” Benny pipes up. “Not just a princess tower, but girls do cool shit too. Badass spaceship and teach her how to slay her own dragons.”

“A fighter like daddy and a pilot like papí.” The idea of such personal things made with love for the baby makes your heart swell, and you squeeze Frankie’s hand gently in your own. “I love you guys.”

“Baby, you have given us everything we’ve ever wanted.” Frankie assures you. “Every fucking thing. You—you’re completing our family. First with you and now with our little bean.”

“We all know she won’t be an only child.” At least, you have all expressed wanting more than one child, so as long as it isn’t a danger to your health, you’re planning on having one more.

“Of course not, but if she was it – hell, if you didn’t want kids – we would be complete with you.” That had been a conversation at one point because while Benjamin wanted to be a father, he had wanted you more.

“It’s a good thing we all wanted to be parents, then.” Nothing in the world has made you happier than this progression - the pregnancy and the guys’ proposal, the wedding and the honeymoon - all of it leading up to the arrival of your first little Bean. It’s the perfect dream that you never expected to get, and you’re so grateful to have found men who share it.

“Okay, no crying on Christmas.” Frankie declares before he rolls his eyes. “No more crying on Christmas, how about that?” He corrects, knowing tears have already happened. “Today is going to be perfect.”

“Today already is perfect.” Benny declares, burying his face in Idgie’s little pot belly when she trots back over to him and flops on her back at his side. “Isn’t it, good girl? Isn’t today perfect?”

Frankie grins at Benny, reaching over and caressing your stomach before he leans over and presses a kiss to your belly, receiving an enthusiastic kick for his attention. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Seems like the bean is enjoying herself, too.” Just something as simple as having a pronoun for the baby nearly has you blubbering again, but you exhale deeply and manage to keep the happy tears at bay.

“She’s going to enjoy every Christmas.” Frankie vows, watching as Benny fawns over the puppy. He doesn’t miss the happy tears and the way that he has tucked the little note into his pocket. Frankie winds his arm around your back and pulls you towards him. “We’re going to remember this for the rest of our lives.” He hums. “And next year, we’ll be holding our other sweet girl and watching the three of them play together.”

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for-a-longlongtime · 2 months

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I saw you reblogged suggestions for queer Pedro boy fics (and all of those are absolutely lovely, I thought maybe I could suggest another and if it is not what you are looking for / along the same lines, please ignore me). WardenParker (co-written with absurdthirst) has five fics in their “Together” Universe (Frankie x female Reader x Benny Miller)

both of their masterlists have several other pairings that I highly recommend

Dear Anon, thank you so much for sending this to me!! 😘 I can’t believe that I overlooked those! As a matter of fact, I’m not even sure I’ve come across the Together universe fics before… I love @wardenparker’s writing so this is a real treat to come across! 😍

Obv I need to tag @romanarose @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @laurfilijames @musings-of-a-rose and… @avastrasposts (I think?) to let you know about this! @legendary-pink-dot @nerdieforpedro @linzels-blog @alltheglitterandtheroar sandwich alert, too

Anyone Benny/FishBen lovers I’m forgetting atm?

Ps: if anyone ever feels like sending me a heads up about queer fic to let me know about something i may not have read/seen before, please do! Always happy to share asks like this to boost reach!

#lovely anon #fic rec #queer fic #fishben #Frankie morales #Benny miller

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intheorangebedroom · 7 months

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🧡HAPPY ❤️‍🔥FRANKIE❤️‍🔥 FRIDAY🧡

I'm sorry there's nothing more to it this week, orange besties. I've been down with mean case of Tom* for a week... And now I've just worked half a day and I'm already as tired as if I'd climbed up and down the Andes with a backpack full of stolen dirty money.

I thought I would use the time away from work to answer asks and reblogs and who knows, perhaps even write, but alas, no 😪🤧😷🤒😵😴 I have been yearning, though, actively as always, and actually had a fever daydream about the unhinged FishBen piece of filth I promised many of you and I think I finally cracked it?! So it definitely wasn't all for nothing, I guess? Now I just have to write it. Easy, right?

#the girl who couldn't just write smut without context #i'm sorry #i'm an archivist #the pilot™️#and his friend #benny miller #frankie morales #FishBen #happy frankie friday #frankie friday #triple frontier

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romanarose · 8 months

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Awakening: Melatonin

Frankie Morales x Benjamin Miller

Awakening Series masterlist

Summary: After the events of the group sex (detailed in the masterlist above) Frankie had been distant from Benny, not ready to admit his feelings for Ben. On a camping trip, they can't help but fall into each others arms.

Warnings and content: Anal sex, anal fingers, m/m, blowjob, balls sucking, love confessions, sexual repression, not the most correct termonoligy (Frankie and Santi largely use gay as the same as bisexual/lgbt/queer. They are old men so give them grace.) Internalized homophobia (not a lot, Frankie is just struggling). Aftercare <3 fishben bickering, Miller teasing.

A/N its been. 5 months since i updated lololololol IM SORRY!!! But! I had such bad writers block with how to get them together without just repeating the same stuff as Boys of Summer, but I DID IT!

I know this is just FishBen, not reader so you dont gotta read it when i now ur here for group sex, but next chapter will be the grand finale

ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT!

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“Fish. Hey. Catfish. Frankiiiiiiiiieeee”

“Oh my god, what?”

“I’m fucking cold.”

Frankie sighed loud enough that Ben could hear him in the next tent. The group had gone camping: Frankie, Benny, Pope, Will and you, and when you and Santi offered to set everyone’s tents up in order to let everyone start swimming, he should’ve been suspicious. Granted, he was suspicious. Suspicious they you and Santi wanted to fuck in the tent, not that the two of you had set Frankie’s tent up next to Benny’s. Assholes. You probably did fuck though.

“Of course you’re cold, you were swimming until fucking 10 pm. I fucking told you to start drying off while there was still sun out but you-”

“Oh my god, Fish, live a little.”

This is what simultaneously drove him insane and endeared Ben to him. Ben was a trained soldier: smart, capable, bright. ‘A one in a million talent’, as Will had said… but when he was out of the military, away from Pope’s insane missions and not in the ring, Benny had no impulse control. He chased his next high constantly, never being concerned with the outcome; something he could usually talk his way out of, like he was trying to now. Benny’s excitement for life and thrill at trying something new was contagious, and was the reason they were in this position right now.

Months ago, Pope had approached him, Benny and Will about helping him fulfill a fantasy of his wife’s; being dicked down by all of them at once. What began as a mission to pleasure you and you alone had morphed into something different, a shift in the group dynamics that scared the fuck out of Frankie. The sex was fantastic, you were beautiful and the energy in the room was one of raw sexuality and free love. He supposed he started it. It wasn’t like Benny had done anything to Frankie that Frankie didn’t want. Benny had sucked him off before in the scenario of a threesome with other women, that wasn't new. Benny was bisexual, and a mouth was a mouth so Frankie had been happy to indulge in the sloppy blowjob that ensued between both of your wet mouths… but it was Frankie who had gotten on his knees and kissed Benny, right there in front of the people they loved.

He simply hadn’t been able to take it anymore. The boy was a golden god, sharp but boyish features, devastating blue eyes, and mouth with many talents in and out of the bedroom. He admired so much about Benny, he was his best friend… but he was just supposed to be a friend. The kiss, the way Ben laid beside him when Frankie was still inside you and whispered sweet nothings, the way Frankie cared for Ben after the orgy had ended… none of that was supposed to happen. In the ensuing months, Frankie started withdrawing from Ben, made even more uncomfortable by the seeming romance brewing between Santi, you and Will; something you had all yet to label but were taking step by step. He was pretty sure Will had snuck into yours and Santi’s tent already.

Frankie’s feeling for Benny were hard to ignore, but he was fucking trying. It was apparently bad enough that Santi had confronted him about it, telling Frankie to just talk to Ben and figure it out, but Frankie had insisted he wasn’t gay.

“C’mon, man, I’ve seen the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. Benny fucking worships you and you used to laugh at every stupid ass joke he made, now you just look at him longingly like a sexually repressed victorian woman.”

“I’m not gay, Pope. Just ‘cuz everyone else suddenly decided they were, doesn’t mean I am.”

Pope had looked a little hurt at that, slightly uncomfortable with being called gay just yet. “Frank, you were kissing him and-”

“So what!” Frankie had thrown his hands up. “It was the heat of the moment, doesn’t make me magically gay. You didn’t become gay when you got a dick up your ass!”

He was looking increasingly hurt at Frankie’s comments, but also obviously concerned at Frankie suppressing this. “No, I’m gay because I’ve always been gay, Benny just helped me explore that, and I think you should-”

“Oh fuck off”

Frankie stormed out after that. He later apologized, of course, and tried to be better around Ben. Benny hadn’t pushed for anything more, treating him like normal and no one had brough up group sex again so many things could go back to normal… but it’s been awfully fucking hard with Benny shirtless all day at the beach in his goddamn speedo.

“Fiiiiiiish”

“Wuh-uh-uh-uuuuht?!” Frankie whined.

“Can I sleep in your tent? Please? I’m fucking freezing.”

“Get another blanket”

“I have all my blankets!”

He wanted to say no, to tell him to fuck off and be more responsible… but watching Benny shiver by the fire early had tugged at Frankie’s heart, making him sympathetic. He could practically here his teeth chattering in his tent. “Fucking fine, but bring all your blankets. I’m cold as balls too.” whose idea was it to swim past labor day? Just because it was Florida doesn’t mean they should tempt fate.

Benny practically scampered inside Frankie’s tent, a broad grin on his face. “Thank you thank you thank you thank!”

Intending on Benny using his own blankets and just sharing the body heat of the tent, that went out the window when he saw his hair was still damp. “Jesus Ben, you’re gonna get a fucking cold, get your ass in here.” Frankie lifted up his blankets to allow Benny inside. Ben, for his part, kept a respectful distance. To Benny’s credit, he’d always been careful with Frankie, never pushing him to deal with this side of himself and never pushing for exploration with him. “For fucks sake, I won’t bite.” Frankie scooted up next to Benny, feeling his cold skin. He was sympathetic to Benny’s plight.

Gladly, Benny took the opportunity to cuddle right up to Frankie, sharing in his warmth. It was nice, Frankie had to admit. They laid there for a while, their arms pressed up against each other being the only skin to skin contact Frankie’s received other than quick fucks from tinder.

Of course Ben had to start talking. “I’ve missed this.”

Frankie sighed again. Lots of sighing today. “Can we not talk about it?”

“Okay.” A pause. “I can leave, if that’s what you want.”

He thought about the options. Did he want that? Did he want Ben to leave when he felt so goddamn right? “No, Ben, of course that’s not what I want. I just want things to go back to normal. For us to go back to sharing a tent without it feelings weird.”

Benny turned to look at Frankie, but Frankie’s eyes stayed trained on the darkness of the tent. “It can go back to that. We never have to talk about it again, we can just go back to normal-”

“But we can’t!” Frankie whisper-shouted. “We can’t go back after I kissed you, I kissed you. All those other times it was you blowing me I could justify because you made the move, but I did this, it was me, what am I supposed to think of that?”

Benny seemed to think on that for a while, chewing over his words before speaking. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, Frankie.”

“But it does, because…” Frankie scrubbed his face, groaning. “Because it meant something. You-... ugh… you mean something… to me…”

Another, longer, silence. “What do I mean to you, Frankie? You don’t gotta answer but… maybe we could start there?”

Damn him, he was good at this. The intense darkness of their tent made for a more conducive environment than the harshlights and confronting words of Santi’s home when Santiago had tried, Benny’s calming voice and open ended questions allowing him to think, to speak clearly and with less pressure.

“I can go first, if that’s easier.” Benny offered.

“Yeah, yeah that might be nice.”

Benny didn’t need any time, it seemed like he had thought through this before. “You are my anchor, Frankie. You are… the thing that keeps me grounded. You remind me a lot of Will, in a way, and you’re the only person he’d probably approve of.” Ben gave a small chuckle. “He’s very picky, but… it’s clear the way you care for me. It’s in the way you wrap my hands before a fight and the way you tell me to get out of the goddamn water” Frankie felt a playful nudge. “And how you let me sleep in your tent when I’m freezing my ass off. You care about me, anyone can see it, and I like to think everyone can see how much I care about you. When the helicopter went down, it was you I ran too, your name I called, you I pulled out…”

“I remember…”

“You make me want to be better. You make me want to take better care of myself to lighten your load. You make me happy.”

Frankie was ready. “You know that song, you are my sunshine?” He wanted until he felt Ben nod… when did Frankie lay his head on Ben’s shoulder? “I heard it the other day and thought of you. Everything else gets really… it's gonna be hard to put into words but that’s the main thing. You are my sunshine. You make my days better, especially in recovery. I’ll be having a hard day and you won’t even know and you’ll just brighten it up. I just want to- fuck I just want to take care of you. You say you want to lighten my load but I enjoy it. I like seeing your smile when I bring you food, I like wrapping your hands correctly because I know it’ll help you and protect you. I like it because I like- fucking shit” He had started crying before he knew his eyes were watering, trying to choke it all back. “I love you, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Benny took a moment to process those words, the confession… before oh-so carefully taking Frankie’s face in his beat-up hands. Gentle, he guided Frankie to look at him. The night wasn’t too dark, but still bright enough to make out vague traces of Benny’s face he loved so much and was struck by how his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. “We can take this slow, Fish. I know Santi jumped into it, but we can take it step by step. Or not at all, but… if you’re ready to admit you love me, I think you're ready for something. And for the record, I love you too. Always have, always will.”

He was doing this. He could do this. Benny would match his pace as he always had, he could take it slow… but right now, he was ready. With Benny beside him… it all seemed so much less scary. “Can you… can you kiss me?”

“Oh baby…” Benny sighed out in relief. “I’ll always kiss you.”

It was desperate, needy, teeth and lips and tongue and in a clamor to release the years of repression between them both, Frankie moaning into Benny’s open mouth.

“You’ll wake them.” Benny said with no real intent to hush his lover.

“Oh please, Will climbed into their tent an hour ago.” Frankie fisted his hands into Benny’s shirt, yanking the boy towards him. “Fuck’n need you.”

“Always needed you, Frankie.” Benny muttered between heavy kisses, turning his body so he was half laying on Frankie. “Always will.”

Frankie’s hands found Benny’s hips, pressing him down on him so he could feel both bulges between them, and the way Ben rutted against him was electric, shooting to the very core of him and circulating through his body. “Fuck’n desperate.” Frankie murmured in Ben’s ear.

Benny chuckled. “Says the one grinding me on him.”

“Oh my god, you never stop talk’n, do yuh”

But Ben could feel Frankie’s smile against his skin as they further pressed into each other, a desperate need for each other’s closeness.

“You wanna do this here?”

“God yes, need you.”

“We can take it slow, take it at your pace.”

“This is my pace, I always- of fuuuuck-” Frankie grabbed the meat of Ben’s ass in his sweats. “I always fuck on the first date.”

Kissing down his neck, Benny made sure to mark up Frankie’s neck. Everyone would know who he belonged to now. “Oh, are we dating now?” He teased.

Frankie’s voice was practically a whine. “Don’t fucking play with me, I can’t fucking take it anymore”

He stopped the motions, the heat of the moment cooling for just a moment while Benny forced Frankie to focus on him, only him. “Won’t play with you, promise. I’m yours.”

“Yours…”

It wasn’t long until both pants were shucked off (shirts remaining on for warmth, a blanket covering over them), Frankie fingering his wet fingers into Ben’s asshole.

“Can’t fucking wait to feel you” He muttered to the blonde, wriggling his body further down. “Gotta taste you, first.” Frankie wasn’t sure where to go first. “I’ve never sucked dick before…”

Benny smiled up at him encouragingly. “We don’t gotta worry about that today.”

“But I wanna…” Frankie’s large wet eyes glanced at him from his position between Ben’s legs. “Wanna make you feel as good as I can, Benjamin.” He tentatively wrapped his free hand around Ben’s cock, stick and hard and dripping for him. “Can I just… take you in my mouth, and you control the pace?”

Ben wasn’t sure how much control he was gonna have with two of Frankie’s long fingers in his ass making him pant and moan already, but he agreed, entangling his hands into Frankie’s soft curls as the older man lowered his mouth on Ben’s length. He took it slow, setting a steady pace but not pushing Frankie further than halfway down him. They could work on that later; they could spend the rest of their lives familiarizing themselves with each other's bodies, learning and growing together. Tonight was simplistic.

“Just like that, doing so good Fransisco… oh god doing so good” Benny moaned for him, the cold of the night long forgotten in the wet heat of Frankie’s mouth. His plush lips looked magnificent stretched out around his dick and the way Frank looked up at him as his fingers pumped Ben might be his favorite sight in the world. Frankie, for his part, was in fucking heaven. This felt right, this felt so fucking right and Frankie felt like he could spent his life sucking and licking on every inch of Ben’s body, and let out a whine when Ben pulled him off. Frankie moved further down, taking Ben’s balls in his mouth as Ben spoke.

“Gonna cum if you keep going like that, want us to cum together.”

“Wanna taste you in my mouth” His mouth joined his fingers, licking at Benny’s used hole.

“Seems like you got a whole lot of me in your mouth, Frank.”

Frankie groaned, frustrated. “Need more. Can’t get enough of you.” He lapped at the pale skin, only bits of him the speedo covered, the taste of river water and sweat dancing on his tongue.

“Francsco, look at me.” Ben called to him, and when Frankie looked up, lips detaching from his ass, Ben took his face in his hands and pulled him up for a kiss. “I know you’re making up for lost time, but we got the rest of our lives. I want to feel you inside me, I want to cum with you.”

Frankie nodded, obliging. “You ready? I know we don’t got lube, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You opened me up, and theres lot fo spit” he chuckled. “I’m ready.”

With a deep breath, holding onto Benny’s shoulder, Frankie slowly and carefully slid his cock into Benny’s gapping hole and fuck, it felt… it felt… “You feel like home…”

He didn’t try to fit all of himself in Ben; he was aware his dick was massive and without lube, it wasn’t worth potentially hurting Ben just to bottom out. It started out to deserate, so needy, a desire that just had to be fulfilled but melded into something softer. They had the rest of their lives… tonight could be sensual and slow. Frankie fucked into his new lover, Benny’s head tossing around on the pillow as theirs limps and lips entangled, Frankie chasing Benny’s mouth every time Bne’s pleasure became too might.

“Feel so goddamn good Frank, can’t wait to spend my life like this.”

Frankie kissed his nose. “Can’t wait to spend my life making you smile” He took Ben’s dick back in his hands, jerking him as he pumped into his ass. “Can you cum for me? I can’t hold on much longer, been wait’n too long.”

“Y-yes, yes Francsco, I wanna come with you, please?”

“Don’t gotta beg, just lemme see it, lemme see you cum, I’m right behind you, I promise.”

Benny complied, his body writhing as warm cum shot out from his cock. “F-fucking love you.”

“Good boy, baby” Frankie praised, jerking Ben’s pulsing length. “Look so beautiful cumming in my hand, gonna-fuckinghell-gonna fill up this perfect assohmygod” Frankie’s voice sputtered and hips stuttered as he filled up Benny’s warm hole with his cum, fucking him full. “Good boy…” One final time as Frankie slumped onto Ben’s body and into hsi awaiting arms as he carefully slid out. They laid there for a month, panting as they came down from their respective highs, a wide grin on Ben’s blissed out face.

Once he felt like his legs wouldn’t give out, Frankie a breath and pushed his body up to go get something to clean Ben off, but was surprised when Benny desperately wrapped his arms around Frankie’s body.

“Don’t go, please?”

Frankie managed to lift up enough to look into Ben’s glowing blue eyes in the dark. “I’m just getting a towel, Ben. I’m not going anywhere…”

The worry of Ben’s face subsided just a little. “I just… I don’t want this to be like last time…” Last time, Frankie didn’t talk to Ben for months.

“It won’t, I promise. Can I clean you up?”

Benny acquiesced, and Frankie wriggled on his pants and left the tent, coming back with a damp towel and some of their waters and trail mix. Tender and soft, Frankie wiped his cum out of Benny’s leaking hole and Ben’s cum off the boys stomach, skin exposed by his ridden-up shirt. “Here.” Frankie made sure Benny had some of the trail mix and drank some water, then did the same himself. When Frankie was certain Ben was taken care of, he redressed him, making sure he was nice and warm. “I ain’t gonna leave you this time, Ben. I’m with you, now.”

Just as Benny was about to nod off, exhausted and lulled to sleep by Frankie playing with his hair, they heard Will from the next tent. Santi and your tent, actually. “Fucking FINALLY!”

The 5 of them burst out in laughter, Frankie nuzzling his blushing face in Ben’s firm chest but smiling still. “Oh my fucking god”

Ben called out to his brother. “How much of that shit did you hear?”

Santi spoke now. “All of it.”

Your turn. “It was a very sweet love confession”

Frankie lifted his face. “So you heard all of it.”

“Well, you weren’t exactly quite.”

Turning to Frankie, Ben shrugged. “Well, we weren’t”

Frankie playfully nudged him.

“So yes, we heard you eating his ass.” Santi teased, followed the distinct sound of either you or Will smacking him. “Ow! Hey, All I’m saying is the recent developments are gonna make the next ORGY wayyyyy more interesting.”

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ghostofaboy · 3 months

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I'm working on my final request for my follower celebration now. A nice little FishBen bondage fic.

After that I'll be returning to Rock Bottom for a while as it's in its third act now and it's time to start getting this shit done.

In the meantime, I've got a Tim/Thief smutty little number coming this Wednesday (7th), so here's a snippet.

The Thief grinned down at Tim from his seat on the other man’s cock. Below him, Tim panted, squeezing the Thief’s thighs tightly as he pinched his eyes shut. He was close, the Thief could tell, and while he would never get tired of watching Tim come, the Thief had other plans.

Holding himself as still as possible, the Thief patiently waited for Tim to reopen his eyes. Slowly, Tim’s large brown eyes opened, looking up at the Thief questioningly. His brow creased as Tim gradually caught his breath.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all, dearest.” The Thief leaned forward to plant a kiss on Tim’s forehead. “I’m just admiring the view.”

#writing update #ghost of a boy housekeeping post #fishben #tim rockford #the world's greatest thief #casillero del diablo thief #the thief #frankie morales #frankie morales x benny miller #benny miller

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skvatnavle · 2 years

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Fishben is so underrated! 😍🥵😩

They really are! My precious boys! 🥰❤️

I know we don't get much out of the characters in the movie, but from what we see, they have amazing chemistry.

Besides... this scene just fueled my inner FishBen hoe 😆❤️

But luckily, there are so many amazing FishBen fics out there 😍

#FishBen #frankie morales #benny miller #my boys

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romana-updates · 7 months

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Hi everyone it’s romana from @romanarose and @romana-after-dark!

I decided to make this as a place to rb Pedro pascal fics, dark or not! Many will be from my own blogs but also any ones that I read!

Come follow to stay updated on my writing and to see what I’m reading, especially if you aren’t on any tag lists

#Pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #Joel miller #francisco morales #din djarin #Javier Peña #joel miller x reader #FishBen #tlou smut

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alwaysbethewest · 8 months

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Triple Frontier fic: Put Yourself in My Place

It's a fishben body swap fic 🤷‍♀️ This is for the @pedrostories 1000 follower celebration 🥳 I was browsing the prompts last week and felt a little overwhelmed by how many great options there were, but when I saw body swap listed in the tropes I knew that was what I had to choose. I also worked in two of the dialogue prompts but I don't want to spoil which ones.

Title: Put Yourself in My Place Pairing: Frankie Morales/Benny Miller Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.1k Content/warnings: Friends to lovers, body swap, big dick Frankie, oral sex, anal sex (the sex is while body swapped, just to be clear), mysterious magical objects, Pope gets threatened with bodily harm, brief cameos by Frankie's ex-wife and daughter, food, just absolute nonsense. Unbetaed (please let me know if you spot any typos!) I had a lot of fun writing this, lol, so I hope it will be a fun read.

The phone buzzing on the nightstand awakens Frankie. Groggily, he grabs it and checks the caller ID.

It’s a glitch. His own image fills the screen, an old picture of him with the baby sitting on his shoulders, matching sunglasses and baseball caps atop their heads. She’s grabbing his hat, twisting the brim so it’s nearly covering one eye, and he’s trying to keep a straight face for the camera as Benny gets the shot.

In his half-asleep state he’s so distracted by the picture that the call times out, only to start up again vibrating in his hand. This time he notices the caller’s name: 🐠Fish👨🏻‍🦱. Someone’s fucking with him.

He hits answer.

“Very funny,” he mumbles into the phone. His voice sounds strange in his own ears and he clears his throat.

“Dude,” the caller says, urgent. The voice is familiar but he can’t place it. “This is fucked. Up.”

“Who is this?” Frankie asks. He still sounds off and he’s got a bad feeling brewing down in his gut, well-honed instincts starting to scream for attention as he blinks fully awake. Something isn’t right.

The walls are the wrong color. Sunlight is filtering in from the right instead of the left. There’s a poster of Georges St-Pierre hanging nearby.

He’s in Benny’s room. In his bed.

Had he blacked out last night? He could swear he’d gone to bed in his own house.

“Dude,” the man on the phone says again. The voice almost sounds like— “It’s me.”

—himself.

Frankie closes his eyes. He’s starting to feel a little lightheaded.

“I don’t understand.”

“Francisco,” the voice says, “Go look in the mirror.”

Dumbly, Frankie stands and steps in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the wall by the closet. He looks at his reflection—and finds Benny’s shocked blue eyes staring back at him.

“I’m you,” Benny tells him, in Frankie’s own voice. “And you’re me.”

“What the fuck,” Frankie breathes. There’s a moment of silence between them as he tries to absorb the vision of himself standing here in someone else’s body.

“You know whose fault this is,” Benny starts.

Frankie blinks, curling Ben’s long fingers into a fist. He thinks about it, just for a second.

“Pope,” he says. There’s a sigh on the other end of the line.

“Fucking Pope,” Benny agrees.

Benny-in-Frankie’s-body drives Frankie’s car over to his own apartment, where Frankie has the bizarre experience of opening the door to find himself standing in front of him. After a brief discussion in which Benny insists he probably could fly a helicopter, no problem, Frankie puts his foot down and hovers over his shoulder as Benny calls him in sick to work.

Then they get Santiago on a video call. He’s sitting at his kitchen table and he answers them casually through a crunchy bite of cereal. “Hey, fellas. What’s happening?”

“You’re an asshole,” Benny tells him flatly. Pope raises an eyebrow and takes another bite of cornflakes, waiting for elaboration.

“I told you there was something hinky about that shit you had us moving yesterday,” Frankie says, “and you swore up and down everything was fine.”

Pope tilts his head, confused. “I thought it was just Fish who was complaining about it. You didn’t say anything.”

“Exactly,” they say in unison.

“It was Fish,” Benny says.

“Me,” Frankie continues, pointing to himself. He gestures between them. “We woke up… like this.”

“I think I’m missing something, boys,” Pope says. He sets down his spoon and picks up a mug from the table.

“We fucking swapped bodies,” Benny exclaims, and the whole thing is almost—almost—worth it to watch Santiago choke and splutter on his mouthful of coffee.

“Okay,” he says, still coughing but mostly recovered. His eyes shift uneasily. “Okay, uh. Okay. I need to make a phone call. Do you… do you remember anything you… touched?”

They’re both silent for a beat, staring at him like he’s stupid.

“We touched everything,” Frankie says finally. “That’s the point of moving shit from point A to point B.”

“Right. Okay. Right.” Pope lets out a nervous laugh. “It’s probably—I’m sure this is going to be fine. I need to call—” and he’s hung up before he can even finish the sentence.

Fucking Pope.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” Benny asks.

They’re still at his place. Pope had texted a little while after their phone call, Looking into it. Sit tight. Maybe an hour, and then, like a coward, left them on read when they’d replied with more questions. Frankie has been spending the time rifling through Ben’s kitchen—his metabolism is higher in this body and once he’d gotten past the initial shock of their situation he’d been hit with the kind of hunger he hasn’t felt since his active service days. Benny has spent most of the time looking at his own reflection, poking and prodding at his face and fussing with the texture of his hair.

(“What if I shave my head while I’m you?” he’d mused earlier.

“What if I rob a bank while I’m you?” Frankie had countered.)

Now, Frankie stares at him over his bowl of oatmeal. “I don’t think I heard you right,” he says.

Benny stretches a leg out to hook under the crossbar of the chair across from his, looking annoyed when he doesn’t quite make the distance. “I’m not short,” Frankie says preemptively, for the third time this morning. Benny pulls a face.

“No but—haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to sleep with yourself?” he asks earnestly.

Frankie looks at him—at his own face, the full curve of his bottom lip and the broad stretch of his shoulders under the old t-shirt Benny had put on—and he does start to wonder. He clears his throat, shifting his weight.

“I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Well. I’m just saying. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“Unless we’re stuck like this forever,” Frankie says, and Benny gives him a look that says that’s not helping.

“Maybe if we come at the exact same time it’ll switch us back,” he suggests.

“Benjamin. What??”

Benny shrugs, but he’s laughing, too. “If I was an ancient evil wizard cursing an amulet that’s how I’d configure it. Just to fuck with people.”

Frankie shakes his head at the absurdity of this entire day, and the last two minutes in particular.

But—

“Amulet?”

Benny’s eyes shift.

“I just thought—remember? We touched it at the same time when I was showing you the design. And it had that inscription we couldn’t make out.”

“Jesus,” Frankie says. “Yeah. You didn’t want to mention this earlier?”

Benny shrugs. “I didn’t think of it until just now.”

Frankie unlocks Benny’s phone with facial recognition and texts Pope again. We think maybe it was an amulet?????? Blue stone w strange writing around edge. Tarnished chain.

Together, they stare at the screen for a minute until Pope sends back a thumbs up reaction.

“I swear to god,” Frankie says, “If he doesn’t get us switched back I’m never speaking to him again.”

Benny nods distractedly and drums his fingers on the table. It’s as if the movement catches his own attention, because he looks down and rubs his thumb over the bullseye tattoo on his hand.

“So do you want to?” he asks. Frankie cocks his head and Benny offers up a vague, filthy gesture by way of explanation.

“You want to blow me?” Frankie interprets. He’s still not sure if Ben is serious or just fucking around. But his response is an enthusiastic nod, warm brown eyes widening earnestly, and Frankie feels a hit of arousal course through him.

He hesitates. “Wouldn’t it be kind of… narcissistic?”

“So what? When has a little narcissism ever hurt anyone?”

Frankie laughs out loud. “Well—for one, there was Narcissus.”

Benny is already sinking to his knees.

“Wait,” Frankie says. “Don’t do that.”

He hesitates, looking chastened.

“You’re gonna fuck up my knees,” he tells him.

“Old man,” Benny grumbles, but he carefully gets to his feet and heads down the hallway towards his bedroom.

And Frankie gives in and follows.

Benny takes a long time getting acquainted with his dick before he ever gets it in his mouth. He’s touching it lightly, moving it around, inspecting it from every angle. He runs his fingertips down the length, making Frankie tense up and shiver.

“It looks different from down here,” he observes. “Never realized that vein looked like that.”

When he finally does it—

Well.

It’s surreal watching his own mouth close around the head of his cock—like watching a porno of himself. He’s holding his breath, and it comes out shaky when Benny works his tongue over the tip.

Benny’s gaze flicks up to meet his and they lock eyes. Frankie lets out a breathless, nervous laugh and it sets Benny off laughing too, a shared moment of euphoric insanity, but then he surges down onto the length of Frankie’s cock again and Frankie’s no longer laughing.

He’s called Ben a cocksucker before—a crude, boys will be boys insult among friends, and Benny’s called him worse things in return with no hurt feelings between them. Now that it’s come true, he’s surprised to find Benny’s not half bad at this. At least, not while equipped with Frankie’s mouth. He can’t help but wonder if they might do this again so he can compare, if they switch back.

When. Not if. Under the haze of arousal that’s overtaken him, there’s still a knot of anxiety sitting in the bottom of his stomach, distracting him.

Ben presses a knuckle behind his balls, nudging into the space there and using his other hand to push Frankie’s legs open like he wants to reach back further. Frankie hesitates, shifting away, and Benny looks up at him.

“Uh—that doesn’t really do anything for me,” Frankie explains.

“What d’you mean?”

“Like…” He wiggles his forefinger. “Anything with my ass. My ex tried to finger me one time because she said it was going to be the best orgasm of my life and it just—felt like a visit to the proctologist.”

Benny is silent, looking at him thoughtfully from between his legs. Frankie’s cock is starting to feel neglected.

“What if… since you’re in my body, it feels different this time? Can I try?”

Frankie shrugs his assent.

It turns out that, kind of like the active metabolism thing, the nerve endings in Ben’s body are sensitive in a way Frankie’s not used to.

“I’m so—fucking jealous of you,” he gasps, when Benny has two thick fingers buried deep inside him. “I never knew it could feel like this.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Benny says smugly, a little muffled with his mouth hot against Frankie’s balls. “Do you wanna find out what your dick feels like?”

With Benny’s fingers inside him and his face between his legs, Frankie feels tingly all over, almost dizzy from it so that it takes him a moment to answer the question.

“I—yeah, kind of. That’s weird, right? This is weird.”

“Super fucking weird,” Benny agrees with a laugh. It’s funny to see his smile lighting up Frankie’s face. He wonders at it, while Benny’s focused on grabbing the lube stashed by his bed, trying to work out which parts of his face are his and what is Benny shining through. Transforming him into someone altogether new.

“Oh shit, that’s big,” Frankie gasps when Ben pushes into him, clutching hard onto his forearm.

Benny laughs silently. “How many girls have you heard that from before?”

“I always thought they were—stroking my ego,” Frankie says, breathing out a laugh. Benny grins, cheek dimpling.

“Try to relax,” he says. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if you want to stop.”

They’re not making love—that would be beyond the level of super fucking weird they’re already at—but it’s what Frankie would call this if they were a couple. Benny fucks him slow and careful and full and distracts him by leaning in for a kiss. It’s totally surreal, and somehow oddly comfortable at the same time, kissing his own mouth. Realizing he’s tasting Benny on his lips and deepening the kiss without even thinking about it. Feeling the anxious tension in his gut dissolving into something hot and dangerous, pleasure like the high of a drug.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers, and Benny makes a low noise in his throat and hides his face against his neck, tickling Frankie’s skin with the brush of his mustache. He closes his eyes and gives himself over to the waves of euphoria, and in the end, improbably, they do come together at the exact same time.

It doesn’t change them back.

Frankie’s phone lights up with a text. They both scramble to look, hoping to see Santiago’s name on the screen, but it’s from Laura, Frankie’s ex-wife.

Stuck at work, she’s written, adding a dismayed emoji. Any chance you’re able to do the preschool pickup and watch M for an hour or two? I can get her from your place.

“You’ll have to come with me,” he tells Benny. “They don’t hand over the kids to any random guy that shows up.”

His daughter grins when she sees them, but she falters as she draws closer, looking between the two of them skeptically like she can tell something is up.

“Hey, Minneola,” Benny greets her. She wrinkles her nose at the nickname and gravitates towards Frankie, who picks her up. There’s not even a twinge in his lower back, he realizes. He might be happy stuck in this body after all.

“You have a good day, baby?” he asks her. She rides comfortably in his arm, talking his ear off about the butterfly-themed craft her teacher had led the class in, and Benny saunters along beside them as they make their way back out to the car.

Whatever intuition his kid has that the man who looks like her daddy isn’t actually him today, her mother does not share. Laura barely spares him a glance when she swings by the house, a little flustered at the late hour as she collects her daughter and grills Benny on what he’s given her for her afternoon snack.

“Thanks again,” she tells him, leaning in to peck him on the lips, and she’s out the door again before she can notice the dazed expression on Benny’s face.

“I can’t believe I got lucky with two Moraleses in one day,” he says, when she’s gone. Frankie smacks him upside the head and then tousles his hair back into place, with a little more affection than he’d like to admit.

They’ve demolished an extra-large pizza and googled “body swap,” “body swap magic,” “body swap real,” “body swap historical,” and, in an act of desperation, “freaky friday real life,” to no avail when Pope finally—finally—calls them back.

“So my guy looked into it—” he starts.

“What do you mean, your guy?” Benny asks.

“My occult guy,” Pope says, as if that’s a thing. “The guy who owns the amulet you touched.” Frankie swears under his breath but Pope continues on as before. “So, it took him a while to track down the information about that exact artifact, but he found it and it’s good news.”

The ball of anxiety that has been twisting itself up in Frankie’s system all afternoon as the hours had passed very slowly begins to unwind.

“It’s like a 24-hour bug,” Pope continues brightly. “You’ll just switch back again by tomorrow. No harm, no foul.”

Benny and Frankie exchange a look that makes it clear they both still fully intend to exact revenge on Pope for putting them in this position to begin with.

“Between you and me,” he continues, oblivious, “this guy is a little out there—”

“No shit,” Benny says dryly.

“—he kept saying something about a ‘soul bond’ that I didn’t totally understand, but the final word was, like I said, everything will be back to normal.”

Soul bond is a heavy phrase to hear mere hours after having what was supposed to be very casual, platonic sex with a friend while he just so happened to be inhabiting your own body. Frankie feels Ben’s eyes on him and busies himself by gathering the mess of pizza-stained paper napkins on his coffee table into a single, scrunched up pile.

“Thanks, Pope,” Benny says after a moment. “If your guy is wrong, just so you know, we’re gonna kill you.”

“10-4,” Pope says, and makes quick work of hanging up the phone.

“Maybe I should sleep here tonight?” Benny suggests. “So we know it works. Like. In case there’s a… proximity thing,” he finishes lamely.

“Yeah,” Frankie says. “That makes sense.” It doesn’t, really, since they were in their own houses for the first switch, but he feels antsy with anticipation and, if he’s honest, he doesn’t really want to be alone right now. He thinks Benny doesn’t either.

The sun is barely risen when he wakes up, just dim light starting to break through around the edges of his blinds. His heart is racing, like the adrenaline rush when your body jerks awake from falling in a dream. There’s a dull ache in his lower back and a familiar curve to his nose when he lifts a hand to grope at his face. Next to him, Benny is back in his own body too, one long leg draped heavy over Frankie’s. He looks younger, asleep like this—deceptively innocent, Frankie thinks wryly.

Benny’s eyes flutter slowly open and Frankie can’t quite look away. They stare at each other for a long moment and Benny gives him a small smile.

“Well that’s a relief,” he murmurs, voice all early morning deep. “I was starting to miss your face.”

“Yeah,” Frankie says. “Me too.”

Benny’s smile widens and he rolls closer in the bed, face tucked next to Frankie’s shoulder and the whole length of his body pressed up against his side.

So just like that, just like Pope’s guy had said, they’re totally, completely, thoroughly, unquestionably, and entirely—back to normal. Not a soul bond in sight.

Benny’s hand finds its way onto Frankie’s thigh.

“I’m glad we switched back,” he rumbles sleepily. His breath is warm on Frankie’s skin, mouth nearly touching him. “But it was kind of cool, I guess, getting to be you. Anyway—now the next time someone tells me to go fuck myself I can say, I’ve been there, done that.”

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie groans, appalled at the bad joke. Benny laughs, setting his teeth into Frankie’s flesh when he tries to smother him with a pillow, and Frankie finds he likes that a little too much, so maybe—it’s a slightly new and improved normal, after all.

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