Promises and Breakdowns

Frank sat down in the deckchair looking at his fiance who he was due to marry in two days. They had gone out drinking and no doubt it was an underestimation to say they were simply …drunk.

“We ain’t getting married in the mornin’!” Frank almost screamed with his loud voice cracking through the silent night air, like an excited little boy. “Two days! Two days! You’re song is wrong ‘n-” he hiccuped. “Dumb!”

A young Frank Sinatra takes a bathroom selfie, 1938.

Fitz was sitting crossed legged on the sofa with travel brochures on his lap. “Yes a honeymoon Frank” he frowned with an amused expression. “I thought you would want us to get away for a while? No one has to know were a couple if that what your worried about” he shrugged as he run his fingers over the pictures of sandy beaches and cocktails. 

The crooner looked at his lover as he saw him looking through travel brocheures. He knew he wanted to go on vacation - a getaway somewhere with just the two of them, perhaps in an exotic land, hot in climate, relaxing and eating good food. But Frank didn’t get it. Not with another fella - he figured dames would want that, but fellas? Frank just thought they had a pool in the backyard, what else did he need? 

Frank cleared his throat, looking at the younger man as he sat opposite him dressed in his casual suit, his hand on his chest as he watched the other man. “Me? Worried?” He said, gesturing to himself. He shook his head, “Nah, I ain’t worried at all.” Frank hummed. “I jus’ figured we…we didn’t need one.”

Maybe he was losing his touch. He was getting so caught up in the practicality of things he was losing the romance of things. He supposed he had to remember the reasons he liked Fitz…he was a wanderer, and he was like a dame in some ways…and like a dame, he needed to be romanced. 

Fitz sighed feeling a little silly for looking at the pictures and gathered them up to place in a pile next to sofa. “I just thought it would be fun, that’s all” he pressed his lips together. He never knew that it would feel awkward to be living in Franks home. It wasn’t his. He had hardly any of his own things and he was still getting used to cleaners and assistants coming and going. 

He loved Frank dearly but he hardly saw him over the last week. None of his friends lived near by and everyone he knew was Franks friends, they were nice to him but they were not there for him. It was lonely. Everything had changed in such a short time, they didn’t even date it was a proposal straight off the bat. 

“I just thought that maybe you would wanna spend time with me” he mumbled and sighed deeply. He bit his lip. He hated confrontation. He grew up with his mother being so forceful and argumentative he didn’t want to become like her. “You going out?” he frowned as he looked down at his shoes being tied. he felt like they were becoming distant from one another. 

“Be around you?” Frank raised his eyebrow, “Of course I wanna spend time with you…we’re gettin’ married aren’t we? I wanna spend the rest of m’life with you.” Frank told the other simply as he sat up, looking a little confused as his brain tried to scan across what sort of scenarios or situations may have brought this up to begin with. 

He smiled as he felt his shoulders relax and butterflies fluttering. “That sounds real nice” he spoke shyly. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be grumpy, I just don’t know” he shrugged “getting out for some food with you sounds great” he swung his legs around off the sofa and faces him. 

“How about we jus’ eat at that diner? ‘N you eat whatever ya want and talk to me about everything.” Frank hummed as he stood up, going over to the younger man and gently touching his cheek. His thumb gently rubbing over his skin. “How’s that sound? Because you ain’t been ya self…'n I ain’t been around as much as I should have either.”

“That sounds real sweet Frankie” he spoke softly as he looked up into his eyes. He wanted to shrug it off, tell him there was nothing to worry about and he was fine but he wasn’t fine and Frank wanted him to talk to him. He nodded with a small nod. 

“You have been huh?” He grinned in amusement at Fitz. He wasn’t surprised. “You been bored, baby?” Frank asked lightly before he pressed a small kiss to the others cheek. Soft and gentle, a silent reminder he still loved him. “Come on, get up. We can talk while we go.” Frank said and leaned away from the other.

“Oh I wish you could tell me” he bit his bottom lip as his wife eyes looked over Frank’s face and beifly glanced at his lips wanting to kiss him. “I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing. Everything you touch turns to gold” he blushed and smiled.

“Have my pals over? What from back home? Would that be okay?” He asked as two people popped up in his mind. “Maybe they could come over for a weekend?” He asked excitedly.

But with being a somebody, they had to have someone watching them to ensure Frank was protected. And even if they went out alone, they’d be stared at. Frank missed it all so much, tremendously so.

“Yeah. For a whole weekend.” Frank agreed knowing that it would perk Fitz’s mood up enormously to have someone, friends around him that could make him forget about all his loneliness and so forth.

All those years of longing and thinking about eachother to finally be engaged meant the world to him. He loved every moment he was around Frank, he was his biggest fan. He didn’t think there would ever be a time he would look at Frank and not feel excited or giddy.

“I will call them in the morning, there gonna be aghast! They won’t know what to do with themselves” he giggled thinking about how fun it was going to be. “I just gotta grab my jacket” he pressed a kiss to Frank’s cheek and quickly walked to the bedroom and came back with his jacket and combed his hair in the small mirror by the door.

“No, I ain’t. Not for a long time anyhow!” And that was what made him even more frustrated. He wanted to go back to the old days. Have a little more freedom. And he decided he would.

Fitz looked around the diner. He loved them, the all night havens with unlimited coffee and sweet treats that would make the doctor faint. Good honest people come to sit on there booths and chat the night away before or after doing something.

Frank had a lot of things he wanted to do. And he knew what he wanted to do in the diner too …but he kept shush about it for now. They’d eat first. “You ever get tired of this?” Frank asked, whilst he was drawing on one of the napkins. He was a good artist. Creative in every sense of the word. Painting on canvases in their home when he had the time.

“sure am” he smirked as he placed the menues back in their stand making sure they were straight. The waitress had noticed who Frank was but was very professional. There was not many people in the diner, they had mostly gone unnoticed which was lucky. The milkshakes were bought to their table quickly as Fitz looked on with amazement and a giggle at how big they were. “So tell me Frank, where you wanna go? What do you wanna do! Once the wedding is over we should plan to do some things” he suggested excitedly.

The man admitted to his lover. He seemed to chew on his thumb nail as he was thinking about how life would proceed with the two of them. What they would do. Who they would be. “HM…maybe we’ll have a threesome in the future?” He joked, grinning at the other as though he were trying to provoke him. “I think we oughta organise it for our weddin’ night!”

But he was only joking. He couldn’t fuck anyone else except Fitz when they were together. He was too focused on the other. Poundhing his tight ass and watching the other suck his endowed cock. He remembered when Fitz had first tried to suck his cock, how he struggled with the size of Frank’s manhood…now he just took it all and man did it feel good.

Fitz loved to shake things up. Trouble loved him and he had a while streak that most men could not keep up with especially in the bedroom. To most straight couples their sex life was kinky and Fitz loved it. One of the cleaners had found Fitz tied to the bed with a gag in his mouth while Frank was in the bathroom and to this day she still wouldn’t look at Fitz in the eye.

Frank was attracted beyond words to Fitz. He was always thinking about fucking or making love to him. Tying him up to the bed. Sometimes tackling him unexpectedly and pounding his ass against a wall…or against the fridge in their kitchen. Rarely, Frank would let Fitz be in charge and be a bottom. But Frank loved being the one in control.

The crooner thanked the waitress and looked down at his food. "Yeah? Well no guy is gonna do half the things I do to you.” Frank mused as he took a bite of his hot dog, looking at Fitz with a twinkle in his eye.

The food looked great. He picked at it and then picked it up to take a bite. It was messy and it made him laugh. He grabbed a napkin and cleaned his face. "I haven't been this messy since.. well... Last night" he laughed and blushed and covered his face.

Fitz was full and couldn't eat a bite more. His milkshake was full of sugar and made him hyper. The security guard was looking at a newspaper and Fitz looked to Frank. "I'm gonna go and pay" he told him and wiggled his eyebrows makeing himself laugh. He slipped out and descretely payed for the food and left a nice tip for the waitress who was kind enough not to make a fuss.

Fitz was sitting crossed legged on the sofa with travel brochures on his lap. “Yes a honeymoon Frank” he frowned with an amused expression. “I thought you would want us to get away for a while? No one has to know were a couple if that what your worried about” he shrugged as he run his fingers over the pictures of sandy beaches and cocktails. 

The crooner looked at his lover as he saw him looking through travel brocheures. He knew he wanted to go on vacation - a getaway somewhere with just the two of them, perhaps in an exotic land, hot in climate, relaxing and eating good food. But Frank didn’t get it. Not with another fella - he figured dames would want that, but fellas? Frank just thought they had a pool in the backyard, what else did he need? 

Frank cleared his throat, looking at the younger man as he sat opposite him dressed in his casual suit, his hand on his chest as he watched the other man. “Me? Worried?” He said, gesturing to himself. He shook his head, “Nah, I ain’t worried at all.” Frank hummed. “I jus’ figured we…we didn’t need one.”

Maybe he was losing his touch. He was getting so caught up in the practicality of things he was losing the romance of things. He supposed he had to remember the reasons he liked Fitz…he was a wanderer, and he was like a dame in some ways…and like a dame, he needed to be romanced. 

Fitz sighed feeling a little silly for looking at the pictures and gathered them up to place in a pile next to sofa. “I just thought it would be fun, that’s all” he pressed his lips together. He never knew that it would feel awkward to be living in Franks home. It wasn’t his. He had hardly any of his own things and he was still getting used to cleaners and assistants coming and going. 

He loved Frank dearly but he hardly saw him over the last week. None of his friends lived near by and everyone he knew was Franks friends, they were nice to him but they were not there for him. It was lonely. Everything had changed in such a short time, they didn’t even date it was a proposal straight off the bat. 

“I just thought that maybe you would wanna spend time with me” he mumbled and sighed deeply. He bit his lip. He hated confrontation. He grew up with his mother being so forceful and argumentative he didn’t want to become like her. “You going out?” he frowned as he looked down at his shoes being tied. he felt like they were becoming distant from one another. 

“Be around you?” Frank raised his eyebrow, “Of course I wanna spend time with you…we’re gettin’ married aren’t we? I wanna spend the rest of m’life with you.” Frank told the other simply as he sat up, looking a little confused as his brain tried to scan across what sort of scenarios or situations may have brought this up to begin with. 

He smiled as he felt his shoulders relax and butterflies fluttering. “That sounds real nice” he spoke shyly. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be grumpy, I just don’t know” he shrugged “getting out for some food with you sounds great” he swung his legs around off the sofa and faces him. 

“How about we jus’ eat at that diner? ‘N you eat whatever ya want and talk to me about everything.” Frank hummed as he stood up, going over to the younger man and gently touching his cheek. His thumb gently rubbing over his skin. “How’s that sound? Because you ain’t been ya self…'n I ain’t been around as much as I should have either.”

“That sounds real sweet Frankie” he spoke softly as he looked up into his eyes. He wanted to shrug it off, tell him there was nothing to worry about and he was fine but he wasn’t fine and Frank wanted him to talk to him. He nodded with a small nod. 

“You have been huh?” He grinned in amusement at Fitz. He wasn’t surprised. “You been bored, baby?” Frank asked lightly before he pressed a small kiss to the others cheek. Soft and gentle, a silent reminder he still loved him. “Come on, get up. We can talk while we go.” Frank said and leaned away from the other.

“Oh I wish you could tell me” he bit his bottom lip as his wife eyes looked over Frank’s face and beifly glanced at his lips wanting to kiss him. “I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing. Everything you touch turns to gold” he blushed and smiled.

“Have my pals over? What from back home? Would that be okay?” He asked as two people popped up in his mind. “Maybe they could come over for a weekend?” He asked excitedly.

But with being a somebody, they had to have someone watching them to ensure Frank was protected. And even if they went out alone, they’d be stared at. Frank missed it all so much, tremendously so.

“Yeah. For a whole weekend.” Frank agreed knowing that it would perk Fitz’s mood up enormously to have someone, friends around him that could make him forget about all his loneliness and so forth.

All those years of longing and thinking about eachother to finally be engaged meant the world to him. He loved every moment he was around Frank, he was his biggest fan. He didn’t think there would ever be a time he would look at Frank and not feel excited or giddy.

“I will call them in the morning, there gonna be aghast! They won’t know what to do with themselves” he giggled thinking about how fun it was going to be. “I just gotta grab my jacket” he pressed a kiss to Frank’s cheek and quickly walked to the bedroom and came back with his jacket and combed his hair in the small mirror by the door.

“No, I ain’t. Not for a long time anyhow!” And that was what made him even more frustrated. He wanted to go back to the old days. Have a little more freedom. And he decided he would.

Fitz looked around the diner. He loved them, the all night havens with unlimited coffee and sweet treats that would make the doctor faint. Good honest people come to sit on there booths and chat the night away before or after doing something.

Frank had a lot of things he wanted to do. And he knew what he wanted to do in the diner too …but he kept shush about it for now. They’d eat first. “You ever get tired of this?” Frank asked, whilst he was drawing on one of the napkins. He was a good artist. Creative in every sense of the word. Painting on canvases in their home when he had the time.

“sure am” he smirked as he placed the menues back in their stand making sure they were straight. The waitress had noticed who Frank was but was very professional. There was not many people in the diner, they had mostly gone unnoticed which was lucky. The milkshakes were bought to their table quickly as Fitz looked on with amazement and a giggle at how big they were. “So tell me Frank, where you wanna go? What do you wanna do! Once the wedding is over we should plan to do some things” he suggested excitedly.

The man admitted to his lover. He seemed to chew on his thumb nail as he was thinking about how life would proceed with the two of them. What they would do. Who they would be. “HM…maybe we’ll have a threesome in the future?” He joked, grinning at the other as though he were trying to provoke him. “I think we oughta organise it for our weddin’ night!”

But he was only joking. He couldn’t fuck anyone else except Fitz when they were together. He was too focused on the other. Poundhing his tight ass and watching the other suck his endowed cock. He remembered when Fitz had first tried to suck his cock, how he struggled with the size of Frank’s manhood…now he just took it all and man did it feel good.

Fitz loved to shake things up. Trouble loved him and he had a while streak that most men could not keep up with especially in the bedroom. To most straight couples their sex life was kinky and Fitz loved it. One of the cleaners had found Fitz tied to the bed with a gag in his mouth while Frank was in the bathroom and to this day she still wouldn't look at Fitz in the eye.

Fitz was sitting crossed legged on the sofa with travel brochures on his lap. “Yes a honeymoon Frank” he frowned with an amused expression. “I thought you would want us to get away for a while? No one has to know were a couple if that what your worried about” he shrugged as he run his fingers over the pictures of sandy beaches and cocktails. 

The crooner looked at his lover as he saw him looking through travel brocheures. He knew he wanted to go on vacation - a getaway somewhere with just the two of them, perhaps in an exotic land, hot in climate, relaxing and eating good food. But Frank didn’t get it. Not with another fella - he figured dames would want that, but fellas? Frank just thought they had a pool in the backyard, what else did he need? 

Frank cleared his throat, looking at the younger man as he sat opposite him dressed in his casual suit, his hand on his chest as he watched the other man. “Me? Worried?” He said, gesturing to himself. He shook his head, “Nah, I ain’t worried at all.” Frank hummed. “I jus’ figured we…we didn’t need one.”

Maybe he was losing his touch. He was getting so caught up in the practicality of things he was losing the romance of things. He supposed he had to remember the reasons he liked Fitz…he was a wanderer, and he was like a dame in some ways…and like a dame, he needed to be romanced. 

Fitz sighed feeling a little silly for looking at the pictures and gathered them up to place in a pile next to sofa. “I just thought it would be fun, that’s all” he pressed his lips together. He never knew that it would feel awkward to be living in Franks home. It wasn’t his. He had hardly any of his own things and he was still getting used to cleaners and assistants coming and going. 

He loved Frank dearly but he hardly saw him over the last week. None of his friends lived near by and everyone he knew was Franks friends, they were nice to him but they were not there for him. It was lonely. Everything had changed in such a short time, they didn’t even date it was a proposal straight off the bat. 

“I just thought that maybe you would wanna spend time with me” he mumbled and sighed deeply. He bit his lip. He hated confrontation. He grew up with his mother being so forceful and argumentative he didn’t want to become like her. “You going out?” he frowned as he looked down at his shoes being tied. he felt like they were becoming distant from one another. 

“Be around you?” Frank raised his eyebrow, “Of course I wanna spend time with you…we’re gettin’ married aren’t we? I wanna spend the rest of m’life with you.” Frank told the other simply as he sat up, looking a little confused as his brain tried to scan across what sort of scenarios or situations may have brought this up to begin with. 

He smiled as he felt his shoulders relax and butterflies fluttering. “That sounds real nice” he spoke shyly. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be grumpy, I just don’t know” he shrugged “getting out for some food with you sounds great” he swung his legs around off the sofa and faces him. 

“How about we jus’ eat at that diner? ‘N you eat whatever ya want and talk to me about everything.” Frank hummed as he stood up, going over to the younger man and gently touching his cheek. His thumb gently rubbing over his skin. “How’s that sound? Because you ain’t been ya self…'n I ain’t been around as much as I should have either.”

“That sounds real sweet Frankie” he spoke softly as he looked up into his eyes. He wanted to shrug it off, tell him there was nothing to worry about and he was fine but he wasn’t fine and Frank wanted him to talk to him. He nodded with a small nod. 

“You have been huh?” He grinned in amusement at Fitz. He wasn’t surprised. “You been bored, baby?” Frank asked lightly before he pressed a small kiss to the others cheek. Soft and gentle, a silent reminder he still loved him. “Come on, get up. We can talk while we go.” Frank said and leaned away from the other.

“Oh I wish you could tell me” he bit his bottom lip as his wife eyes looked over Frank’s face and beifly glanced at his lips wanting to kiss him. “I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing. Everything you touch turns to gold” he blushed and smiled.

“Have my pals over? What from back home? Would that be okay?” He asked as two people popped up in his mind. “Maybe they could come over for a weekend?” He asked excitedly.

But with being a somebody, they had to have someone watching them to ensure Frank was protected. And even if they went out alone, they’d be stared at. Frank missed it all so much, tremendously so.

“Yeah. For a whole weekend.” Frank agreed knowing that it would perk Fitz’s mood up enormously to have someone, friends around him that could make him forget about all his loneliness and so forth.

All those years of longing and thinking about eachother to finally be engaged meant the world to him. He loved every moment he was around Frank, he was his biggest fan. He didn’t think there would ever be a time he would look at Frank and not feel excited or giddy.

“I will call them in the morning, there gonna be aghast! They won’t know what to do with themselves” he giggled thinking about how fun it was going to be. “I just gotta grab my jacket” he pressed a kiss to Frank’s cheek and quickly walked to the bedroom and came back with his jacket and combed his hair in the small mirror by the door.

“No, I ain’t. Not for a long time anyhow!” And that was what made him even more frustrated. He wanted to go back to the old days. Have a little more freedom. And he decided he would.

Fitz looked around the diner. He loved them, the all night havens with unlimited coffee and sweet treats that would make the doctor faint. Good honest people come to sit on there booths and chat the night away before or after doing something.

Frank had a lot of things he wanted to do. And he knew what he wanted to do in the diner too …but he kept shush about it for now. They’d eat first. “You ever get tired of this?” Frank asked, whilst he was drawing on one of the napkins. He was a good artist. Creative in every sense of the word. Painting on canvases in their home when he had the time.

"sure am" he smirked as he placed the menues back in their stand making sure they were straight. The waitress had noticed who Frank was but was very professional. There was not many people in the diner, they had mostly gone unnoticed which was lucky. The milkshakes were bought to their table quickly as Fitz looked on with amazement and a giggle at how big they were. "So tell me Frank, where you wanna go? What do you wanna do! Once the wedding is over we should plan to do some things" he suggested excitedly.

Fitz was sitting crossed legged on the sofa with travel brochures on his lap. “Yes a honeymoon Frank” he frowned with an amused expression. “I thought you would want us to get away for a while? No one has to know were a couple if that what your worried about” he shrugged as he run his fingers over the pictures of sandy beaches and cocktails. 

The crooner looked at his lover as he saw him looking through travel brocheures. He knew he wanted to go on vacation - a getaway somewhere with just the two of them, perhaps in an exotic land, hot in climate, relaxing and eating good food. But Frank didn’t get it. Not with another fella - he figured dames would want that, but fellas? Frank just thought they had a pool in the backyard, what else did he need? 

Frank cleared his throat, looking at the younger man as he sat opposite him dressed in his casual suit, his hand on his chest as he watched the other man. “Me? Worried?” He said, gesturing to himself. He shook his head, “Nah, I ain’t worried at all.” Frank hummed. “I jus’ figured we…we didn’t need one.”

Maybe he was losing his touch. He was getting so caught up in the practicality of things he was losing the romance of things. He supposed he had to remember the reasons he liked Fitz…he was a wanderer, and he was like a dame in some ways…and like a dame, he needed to be romanced. 

Fitz sighed feeling a little silly for looking at the pictures and gathered them up to place in a pile next to sofa. “I just thought it would be fun, that’s all” he pressed his lips together. He never knew that it would feel awkward to be living in Franks home. It wasn’t his. He had hardly any of his own things and he was still getting used to cleaners and assistants coming and going. 

He loved Frank dearly but he hardly saw him over the last week. None of his friends lived near by and everyone he knew was Franks friends, they were nice to him but they were not there for him. It was lonely. Everything had changed in such a short time, they didn’t even date it was a proposal straight off the bat. 

“I just thought that maybe you would wanna spend time with me” he mumbled and sighed deeply. He bit his lip. He hated confrontation. He grew up with his mother being so forceful and argumentative he didn’t want to become like her. “You going out?” he frowned as he looked down at his shoes being tied. he felt like they were becoming distant from one another. 

“Be around you?” Frank raised his eyebrow, “Of course I wanna spend time with you…we’re gettin’ married aren’t we? I wanna spend the rest of m’life with you.” Frank told the other simply as he sat up, looking a little confused as his brain tried to scan across what sort of scenarios or situations may have brought this up to begin with. 

He smiled as he felt his shoulders relax and butterflies fluttering. “That sounds real nice” he spoke shyly. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be grumpy, I just don’t know” he shrugged “getting out for some food with you sounds great” he swung his legs around off the sofa and faces him. 

“How about we jus’ eat at that diner? ‘N you eat whatever ya want and talk to me about everything.” Frank hummed as he stood up, going over to the younger man and gently touching his cheek. His thumb gently rubbing over his skin. “How’s that sound? Because you ain’t been ya self…'n I ain’t been around as much as I should have either.”

“That sounds real sweet Frankie” he spoke softly as he looked up into his eyes. He wanted to shrug it off, tell him there was nothing to worry about and he was fine but he wasn’t fine and Frank wanted him to talk to him. He nodded with a small nod. 

“You have been huh?” He grinned in amusement at Fitz. He wasn’t surprised. “You been bored, baby?” Frank asked lightly before he pressed a small kiss to the others cheek. Soft and gentle, a silent reminder he still loved him. “Come on, get up. We can talk while we go.” Frank said and leaned away from the other.

“Oh I wish you could tell me” he bit his bottom lip as his wife eyes looked over Frank’s face and beifly glanced at his lips wanting to kiss him. “I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing. Everything you touch turns to gold” he blushed and smiled.

“Have my pals over? What from back home? Would that be okay?” He asked as two people popped up in his mind. “Maybe they could come over for a weekend?” He asked excitedly.

But with being a somebody, they had to have someone watching them to ensure Frank was protected. And even if they went out alone, they’d be stared at. Frank missed it all so much, tremendously so.

“Yeah. For a whole weekend.” Frank agreed knowing that it would perk Fitz’s mood up enormously to have someone, friends around him that could make him forget about all his loneliness and so forth.

All those years of longing and thinking about eachother to finally be engaged meant the world to him. He loved every moment he was around Frank, he was his biggest fan. He didn’t think there would ever be a time he would look at Frank and not feel excited or giddy.

“I will call them in the morning, there gonna be aghast! They won’t know what to do with themselves” he giggled thinking about how fun it was going to be. “I just gotta grab my jacket” he pressed a kiss to Frank’s cheek and quickly walked to the bedroom and came back with his jacket and combed his hair in the small mirror by the door.

“No, I ain’t. Not for a long time anyhow!” And that was what made him even more frustrated. He wanted to go back to the old days. Have a little more freedom. And he decided he would.

Fitz looked around the diner. He loved them, the all night havens with unlimited coffee and sweet treats that would make the doctor faint. Good honest people come to sit on there booths and chat the night away before or after doing something.

Fitz was sitting crossed legged on the sofa with travel brochures on his lap. “Yes a honeymoon Frank” he frowned with an amused expression. “I thought you would want us to get away for a while? No one has to know were a couple if that what your worried about” he shrugged as he run his fingers over the pictures of sandy beaches and cocktails. 

The crooner looked at his lover as he saw him looking through travel brocheures. He knew he wanted to go on vacation - a getaway somewhere with just the two of them, perhaps in an exotic land, hot in climate, relaxing and eating good food. But Frank didn’t get it. Not with another fella - he figured dames would want that, but fellas? Frank just thought they had a pool in the backyard, what else did he need? 

Frank cleared his throat, looking at the younger man as he sat opposite him dressed in his casual suit, his hand on his chest as he watched the other man. “Me? Worried?” He said, gesturing to himself. He shook his head, “Nah, I ain’t worried at all.” Frank hummed. “I jus’ figured we…we didn’t need one.”

Maybe he was losing his touch. He was getting so caught up in the practicality of things he was losing the romance of things. He supposed he had to remember the reasons he liked Fitz…he was a wanderer, and he was like a dame in some ways…and like a dame, he needed to be romanced. 

Fitz sighed feeling a little silly for looking at the pictures and gathered them up to place in a pile next to sofa. “I just thought it would be fun, that’s all” he pressed his lips together. He never knew that it would feel awkward to be living in Franks home. It wasn’t his. He had hardly any of his own things and he was still getting used to cleaners and assistants coming and going. 

He loved Frank dearly but he hardly saw him over the last week. None of his friends lived near by and everyone he knew was Franks friends, they were nice to him but they were not there for him. It was lonely. Everything had changed in such a short time, they didn’t even date it was a proposal straight off the bat. 

“I just thought that maybe you would wanna spend time with me” he mumbled and sighed deeply. He bit his lip. He hated confrontation. He grew up with his mother being so forceful and argumentative he didn’t want to become like her. “You going out?” he frowned as he looked down at his shoes being tied. he felt like they were becoming distant from one another. 

“Be around you?” Frank raised his eyebrow, “Of course I wanna spend time with you…we’re gettin’ married aren’t we? I wanna spend the rest of m’life with you.” Frank told the other simply as he sat up, looking a little confused as his brain tried to scan across what sort of scenarios or situations may have brought this up to begin with. 

He smiled as he felt his shoulders relax and butterflies fluttering. “That sounds real nice” he spoke shyly. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be grumpy, I just don’t know” he shrugged “getting out for some food with you sounds great” he swung his legs around off the sofa and faces him. 

“How about we jus’ eat at that diner? ‘N you eat whatever ya want and talk to me about everything.” Frank hummed as he stood up, going over to the younger man and gently touching his cheek. His thumb gently rubbing over his skin. “How’s that sound? Because you ain’t been ya self…'n I ain’t been around as much as I should have either.”

“That sounds real sweet Frankie” he spoke softly as he looked up into his eyes. He wanted to shrug it off, tell him there was nothing to worry about and he was fine but he wasn’t fine and Frank wanted him to talk to him. He nodded with a small nod. 

“You have been huh?” He grinned in amusement at Fitz. He wasn’t surprised. “You been bored, baby?” Frank asked lightly before he pressed a small kiss to the others cheek. Soft and gentle, a silent reminder he still loved him. “Come on, get up. We can talk while we go.” Frank said and leaned away from the other.

“Oh I wish you could tell me” he bit his bottom lip as his wife eyes looked over Frank’s face and beifly glanced at his lips wanting to kiss him. “I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing. Everything you touch turns to gold” he blushed and smiled.

“Have my pals over? What from back home? Would that be okay?” He asked as two people popped up in his mind. “Maybe they could come over for a weekend?” He asked excitedly.

But with being a somebody, they had to have someone watching them to ensure Frank was protected. And even if they went out alone, they’d be stared at. Frank missed it all so much, tremendously so.

“Yeah. For a whole weekend.” Frank agreed knowing that it would perk Fitz’s mood up enormously to have someone, friends around him that could make him forget about all his loneliness and so forth.

All those years of longing and thinking about eachother to finally be engaged meant the world to him. He loved every moment he was around Frank, he was his biggest fan. He didn't think there would ever be a time he would look at Frank and not feel excited or giddy.

"I will call them in the morning, there gonna be aghast! They won't know what to do with themselves" he giggled thinking about how fun it was going to be. "I just gotta grab my jacket" he pressed a kiss to Frank's cheek and quickly walked to the bedroom and came back with his jacket and combed his hair in the small mirror by the door.

Fitz was sitting crossed legged on the sofa with travel brochures on his lap. “Yes a honeymoon Frank” he frowned with an amused expression. “I thought you would want us to get away for a while? No one has to know were a couple if that what your worried about” he shrugged as he run his fingers over the pictures of sandy beaches and cocktails. 

The crooner looked at his lover as he saw him looking through travel brocheures. He knew he wanted to go on vacation - a getaway somewhere with just the two of them, perhaps in an exotic land, hot in climate, relaxing and eating good food. But Frank didn’t get it. Not with another fella - he figured dames would want that, but fellas? Frank just thought they had a pool in the backyard, what else did he need? 

Frank cleared his throat, looking at the younger man as he sat opposite him dressed in his casual suit, his hand on his chest as he watched the other man. “Me? Worried?” He said, gesturing to himself. He shook his head, “Nah, I ain’t worried at all.” Frank hummed. “I jus’ figured we…we didn’t need one.”

Maybe he was losing his touch. He was getting so caught up in the practicality of things he was losing the romance of things. He supposed he had to remember the reasons he liked Fitz…he was a wanderer, and he was like a dame in some ways…and like a dame, he needed to be romanced. 

Fitz sighed feeling a little silly for looking at the pictures and gathered them up to place in a pile next to sofa. “I just thought it would be fun, that’s all” he pressed his lips together. He never knew that it would feel awkward to be living in Franks home. It wasn’t his. He had hardly any of his own things and he was still getting used to cleaners and assistants coming and going. 

He loved Frank dearly but he hardly saw him over the last week. None of his friends lived near by and everyone he knew was Franks friends, they were nice to him but they were not there for him. It was lonely. Everything had changed in such a short time, they didn’t even date it was a proposal straight off the bat. 

“I just thought that maybe you would wanna spend time with me” he mumbled and sighed deeply. He bit his lip. He hated confrontation. He grew up with his mother being so forceful and argumentative he didn’t want to become like her. “You going out?” he frowned as he looked down at his shoes being tied. he felt like they were becoming distant from one another. 

“Be around you?” Frank raised his eyebrow, “Of course I wanna spend time with you…we’re gettin’ married aren’t we? I wanna spend the rest of m’life with you.” Frank told the other simply as he sat up, looking a little confused as his brain tried to scan across what sort of scenarios or situations may have brought this up to begin with. 

He smiled as he felt his shoulders relax and butterflies fluttering. “That sounds real nice” he spoke shyly. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be grumpy, I just don’t know” he shrugged “getting out for some food with you sounds great” he swung his legs around off the sofa and faces him. 

“How about we jus’ eat at that diner? ‘N you eat whatever ya want and talk to me about everything.” Frank hummed as he stood up, going over to the younger man and gently touching his cheek. His thumb gently rubbing over his skin. “How’s that sound? Because you ain’t been ya self…'n I ain’t been around as much as I should have either.”

“That sounds real sweet Frankie” he spoke softly as he looked up into his eyes. He wanted to shrug it off, tell him there was nothing to worry about and he was fine but he wasn’t fine and Frank wanted him to talk to him. He nodded with a small nod. 

“You have been huh?” He grinned in amusement at Fitz. He wasn’t surprised. “You been bored, baby?” Frank asked lightly before he pressed a small kiss to the others cheek. Soft and gentle, a silent reminder he still loved him. “Come on, get up. We can talk while we go.” Frank said and leaned away from the other.

"Oh I wish you could tell me" he bit his bottom lip as his wife eyes looked over Frank's face and beifly glanced at his lips wanting to kiss him. "I'm sure it's gonna be amazing. Everything you touch turns to gold" he blushed and smiled.

"Have my pals over? What from back home? Would that be okay?" He asked as two people popped up in his mind. "Maybe they could come over for a weekend?" He asked excitedly.