that's not your dad, that's joan of arc

YES DISCIPLINE ME ACTUALLY

Have you heard the news that you’re dead?

"You know," Frank says, staring at his palms as he turns them over, "when I imagined someone serenading me with a song they'd written, I didn't think it was going to be about my hands."

He turns to Anthony, who is flicking his lighter, right as Anthony cups the end of the cigarette with one hand. There's a slight twist to the edge of Anthony's mouth where his smile always, always starts.

"You want me to write one about your dick instead? I can do that. I'm sure it'd be a hit," Anthony asks as smoke slips out between his lips.

"I think I'll skip." Frank pries the cigarette from Anthony's mouth.

Anthony raises a brow, but stays still when Frank reaches out to rub softly into his neck, fingertips massaging the sore spot below Anthony's hairline.

"I thought you quit." While gesturing towards his cigarette, Anthony leans into the touch. He tilts his head and Frank hums, moving his fingers to Anthony's jaw, his thumb digging harshly into the dip of his jaw. Pushing the soft skin.

"Wanted to get a better look at you," Frank says. "The cigarette was in the way."

Anthony's glad Frank's busy stroking his thumb across his cheek, because his neck has got to be bright red right now with how hot he feels. Frank's tongue presses against his bottom lip and Anthony wants it in his mouth.

"Here," Frank continues, holding the cig out for Anthony to take back.