The Rest of the Story

As a request and birthday present for one of my readers on lj who apparently fell in love with Frank and Kain, this takes place after they'd beeen dating for a few months, but hadn't taken that final step. This also means I finally have this caught up with Live Journal, so if anyone has any requests while I try to figure out what post-fic stuff to write, please let me know.

First Time

Kain held Frank’s hand as they walked down the road together, sensing the man’s nervousness. Frank wanted to pull away, but Kain held onto the calloused hand tightly. He would do everything in his power to convince this man that they were not in his prejudiced England.

Unfortunately, the angry glares the two were getting from people they passed on the street certainly didn’t help. Though Kain didn’t have the death glare that both Ed and Roy were capable of, he was more than capable of exchanging angry looks. He found that when said looks were directed at the man at his side, he was more than capable. Frank called him a poodle that thought he was a pit bull when he got like this, which only managed to infuriate him more when he was in a particularly defensive mood.

It had been a long night before they reached their apartment they shared. Frank was looking especially defeated. “Those ignorant, stupid people! Why can’t they see that you are not the same man?”

“I’m growing accustomed to it.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have to,” Kain said, looking up defiantly at the cool blue eyes. “You’re a good man.” The anger was lingering, but Kain didn’t want to direct it at Frank. He raised his hand to the taller man’s cheek. “I’m just sorry that the Archer of this world has made so may people so blind.”

As always, Frank leaned into Kain’s touch, and that fact still left Kain torn, unsure whether he was glad he made the man respond that way or that a simple touch or angry that Frank always seemed so unaccustomed to it. It was a strange thought when he considered that he’d found a Frank Archer that he felt so strongly for, that he was certain he loved.

It was just as strange that the kiss that followed that touch was so tender. Frank could be passionate when he wanted, but moments like these the spy, the man who’d probably looked men in the eye even as he had to kill them, could manage to be gentle when he kissed.

The sweet kiss continued, growing in intensity as the two almost unconsciously moved to remove clothes. “Kain,” Frank rasped into the smaller man’s ear. “If we don’t stop, we’re going to break our agreement that we not take this to the bedroom.”

Kain rubbed his hands beneath Frank’s shirt, fingertips tickling over hardening nipples covered by the ribbed material of the tank he wore beneath. “We’ve been together long enough now. I think…” Kain shook his head. “I know I’m ready.” His large brown eyes studied the pale face above him. “But only if you—”

The smaller man found himself abruptly cut off by a set of lips, a demanding tongue moving into his mouth, moving against Kain’s own. The two made their way to Frank’s bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind them.

“Just promise me we won’t ruin this.” Frank’s hand gestured between them; he was obviously still nervous about their relationship and how badly his previous one had ended.

“Not a chance.” Kain said, pulling off his glasses before pulling off his undershirt. With his blurred vision, he could see Frank sitting on the bed, he supposed to remove some of the remaining items of clothes. The older man was still wearing his boxers, even as he slid back on the bed, looking up at Kain. Not for the first time in his life, he cursed his poor eyesight, this time for preventing him from seeing the expression on the taller man’s face.

“I’ll warn you that I haven’t done this in a while.” Frank extended a hand to Kain and pulled him onto the bed, and though it was hard to make out without his glasses, Kain would have sworn Frank was offering Kain the top position.

Frank pulled the smaller man down, pressing their lips to one another again. “How blind are you without your glasses?”

“Good enough, a little blurry.”

“Good to know.” And once again, Frank pulled Kain to his level, maneuvering the smaller man between his legs.

“Are you actually asking me to…”

As though nervous, Frank pushed himself up with his arms, nearly bumping their heads together. It brought their faces close enough for their eyes to see into one another. “I trust you.”

Kain knew how much that meant for the older man, how hard it was for him to trust. And he was offering himself to Kain in the show of ultimate trust. “I’ll warn you that I don’t have a wealth of experience in this position. But you know I’ll do everything I can to make this good for you.”

This time, Frank raised his hand to Kain’s face. “Of course you will.”

Kain moved slowly as he pulled the boxers from his older lover, because if they were preparing to do this, that was what they were to one another. Removing the only remaining item of clothing from the ivory expanse of skin, Kain looked at the already hardened erection of the older man. Kain moved to slide his own boxers off, to put them in similar states, all the while dipping his head down to take his lover into his mouth. It must have been unexpected, as Frank moaned loudly and thrust upward. Kain smiled around his boyfriend’s erection, making Frank once again repeat the sound and spread himself out willingly.

Kain released the taller man’s member with a pop, looking up to try and meet the eyes that were hardly more than blurs. “In the drawer, Frank. Get the bottle.”

The long, lean yet muscular body turned to get the bottle of oil from the drawer and hand it to Kain.

“Just do your best to relax.” Kain smeared the oil onto his hands, rubbing down the strong milky thighs, stroking over the upright member, rolling over Frank’s balls, then down the puckered opening beneath. He began preparing Frank as though this was going to be a very intimate massage, nothing more. He waited for the older man to pull away as he pushed the first finger inside, but Frank was obviously concentrating to keep himself relaxed.

The process was slow as Kain tried to stretch the ring of muscles surrounding his fingers, all the while, Kain did everything possible that he could to make it pleasurable for his partner. Each time he struck the man’s prostate, Frank threw his head back and cried out with an abandon not usually seen in the older man—unless it was when Frank lost his temper. Kain would never have termed Frank a “screamer” but he was definitely louder than the younger man had ever expected.

When it was finally time for Kain to enter Frank, he looked down at the beautiful man, his alabaster face beaded with sweat as Kain moved slowly into the older man, kissing the expanse of lightly scarred chest, flicking his tongue around a nipple. He loved the salty taste of the other man’s skin against his tongue.

“You feel so amazing,” Kain said.

Frank held Kain’s head to his chest. “Move, Kain, please move.”

It was a steady, gentle pace at first, all the while Kain kissed over the beautiful man’s neck, lacing his fingers into Frank’s hair, all the while the older man tried to wrap his legs around the younger’s hips. The pace grew more fevered, the two men moving in time with one another, thrust meeting thrust. Kain wrapped his hand around Frank’s member and began pumping.

“Oh, damn, Kain.”

“Frank,” Kain said. “Frank, oh, Frank.”

And in near unison, the two cried out one another’s names, spilling their release. Within moments, Kain collapsed on top of Frank’s messy chest.

But it was when he saw tears flowing from his older lover’s eyes that Kain grew nervous. “Frank,” he said. “Frank, please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

“No,” Frank said. “No. I just… damn it.” Kain leaned forward and kissed the corners of each eye. “You tell anyone I cried after sex, I’ll kill you.”

“You tell anyone that it was just sex and that we didn’t just make love, I’ll kill you.” Kain said with a smile.

Frank wrapped his arms around Kain. “It’s a deal, love.”