#frankie morales x original male character(s)

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Benny

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

After settling into his new life Frankie gets a chance to catch up with Benny.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1927 Chapter: 21/?

Warnings: Talk of sex and prostitution, mentions of PTSD, mentions of drug use

Note: This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 20 / Part 1 / Masterpost

After a few weeks, Frankie had started to settle into his strange new routine. While working two jobs was tiring, it was certainly filling up his savings account, which he knew he’d need later down the road if he wanted to get joint custody of Sofia. And finally, he’d spoken to Will about the Vets Rehab program and was now officially on the waiting list. At the assessment appointment, he’d been told the waiting time was two months. Will, who had come with him, had cursed under his breath at Frankie’s side at that, but honestly, Frankie was grateful to have been accepted. Two months wasn’t too long, and considering the waiting lists for other programs, Frankie knew it could have been a hell of a lot longer.

After the initial flurry of sex during the first weekend, Tilly had only used his services once more since. He’d wanted a quick blow job before he left for a business meeting the following Saturday, and after covering Frankie’s face in come, that had been that. After that day, Frankie had spent the rest of the weekend and the one after taking stock of the garage and working on the cars. The only downside of the past few weeks was that things with Tyler had slowed somewhat after he had started his job with Tilly, but thankfully, they had not completely stalled. 

This week had been going by slowly. The repair shop was practically empty, with only a few regular clients to keep them all busy. The unfortunate reality was that there wasn’t enough work for them all. So that morning, Malcolm had called a team meeting to ask for volunteers to go home for the rest of the week. Frankie had immediately put his hand up. 

The way he figured it, he was going to be leaving the shop at the end of next week anyway and had no right to take money out of the pockets of any of the other guys. Plus, with his job at Tilly’s, he had more money than he’d had in years. As he gathered his things, he could hear the others still grumbling as Malcolm asked for one more volunteer before heading back to his truck.

It was only Wednesday, and Tilly wouldn’t be expecting him again until Saturday, which left Frankie with more free time than he’d had in almost a year. Sitting in his truck, he knew exactly who he wanted to see and, pulling out his phone, immediately started to text Tyler. After some thought, he composed what he thought sounded like a good enough message. To the point, sincere, and hopefully not too needy.

[Hey, I know things have been a little weird with us since I took the job with Tilly. I’m off for the rest of the week and was hoping to see you. Frankie x]

Pressing send, Frankie dropped the phone down onto the passenger seat next to him. Now what? Tyler might not even reply, might not want to see him, might not… Gripping the steering wheel, Frankie took a long, deep breath in. The last thing he needed to do right now was spiral. 

His head was getting clearer, but he still wasn’t sleeping too well. His body was exhausted, and he often felt like he could sleep for days. But no matter how tired he was, Frankie found himself sleeping in bursts, interrupted by bouts of nausea and the increasingly frequent nightmare. Vivid, awful dreams of Tom covered in blood. In the dreams, sometimes Tom was alive, following them through the mountains with his head half gone. He was angry at them, screaming at Pope or Frankie about their failures. Other times, Tom was just the first to die, and Frankie would watch as each of his friends was taken from him by unseen enemies. 

But the worst dreams were about something terrible happening to Sofia because of him. Frankie’s mind had managed to conjure up horrific scenario after horrific scenario, covering every possible way his tiny little girl could come to harm.

After a few minutes of focusing on his breathing, Frankie felt a little better. His phone sat silently on the seat next to him, with no reply yet from Tyler. Resisting the urge to pick it up, Frankie started his truck and set off. He didn’t really want to sit at home and stew, the thought of being alone right now didn’t seem like a good idea. Then again, just heading over to Tyler’s trailer also might not be well received. And as much as Frankie wanted to see him, he also knew he needed to give Tyler space.

After that initial weekend at Tilly’s, Tyler had come around to his place just as they had arranged, but the atmosphere was tense. Tyler had admitted his jealousy and discomfort, while acknowledging that he felt like a hypocrite because of it. In the end, they’d watched a movie before Tyler left for the night. Since then, they’d seen each other a handful of times. Each time was getting easier, edging closer to the normalcy they’d once had.

Stopping at a red light, Frankie ran over the options in his mind. Home would drive him stir-crazy and let him dwell on bad shit. Tyler’s wasn’t an option just yet. Then it hit him. Benny. He knew the gym Benny was training at and that he’d be there every day. With a destination in mind, Frankie felt his shoulders relax a little as he set off toward the gym.

Benny was based in a new gym converted from an old factory. From the outside, it didn’t look like much, a little shabby even. But as Frankie made his way through the front door, he was met with a clean and modern gym set-up. The young guy at the front desk looked up when Frankie approached.

“Hi.” He smiled, setting down his notepad. “You lookin’ to join?”

“I’m just looking for Ben Miller.” Frankie shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m an old friend and-”

“Wait.” The young guy’s smile grew. “Are you Catfish?”

“Yeah?” Frankie cocked his head, a little confused. 

“Oh man!” The guy stood up and made his way around the desk. “Ben talks about you all the time! It’s so cool to meet you! Come on, I’ll take you through.”

Frankie couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he was led through to the main gym and to the back of the large workout area. Men glanced up as he passed, some frowning at his jeans and obvious lack of gym clothes. Frankie blushed as a fit, younger man shimmering with sweat winked at him. Finally, at the very back, Frankie could see a group of men standing and chatting next to a couple of punchbags. And there, in the middle, throwing his head back as he laughed, was Benny.

Frankie’s heart skipped a beat. Even after all this time, even knowing that Benny would never be interested in him, Frankie couldn’t help admiring his friend. Benny was laughing and talking with his friends or trainers, topless in just a set of baggy shorts. Sweat clung to his toned body, making him glisten in the artificial light. Benny turned as head as Frankie approached and his smile grew.

“Fish!” 

In a flash, Benny’s sweaty arms were wrapped around Frankie, his face buried in Frankie’s neck, and suddenly everything seemed right in the world. For a few moments, Frankie let Benny just hold him, before Benny eventually stepped away. 

“What are you doing here, man!” Benny slapped his shoulder playfully. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Work’s slow, so I’ve got the day off.” Frankie smiled. “Thought I’d come and check up on you.”

“I’m almost done here.” Benny gestured to his trainer behind him. “You ok to wait, then we can go get some lunch?”

“Perfect.”

A couple of hours later, Frankie’s cheeks ached from smiling. It felt so good to spend time with Benny. It felt like old times. Benny told the same crappy jokes, and Frankie laughed at Benny’s terrible Spanish. It was like South America had never happened. 

They ate lunch before heading back to Benny’s apartment and sat talking about Benny’s fighting. As the hours passed, Frankie could feel the tension leaving him. He needed this. He needed his old squad. He’d spent far too long in this new world created of his own mistakes, and this afternoon felt like a return to normalcy. 

“So…” Benny licked his lips before taking a sip of his tea. “Work is slow?”

“Yeah.” Frankie nodded, blowing on his own drink to cool it. “Only a few regular jobs, not enough for all of us, so Malc asked for volunteers to take the week off.”

“And you volunteered?”

“Yeah.” Frankie cocked his head at Benny. “Why?”

“And you can afford to do that?” Benny was looking at him strangely over his steaming drink. 

“Yeah, I can afford it.” Frankie frowned. This conversation had taken a strange turn and he wasn’t sure he liked the way Benny was looking at him. “What’s this about Ben?”

“Have you been working with that new friend? What was his name? Tyler? The streamer?” Benny took another sip. He was keeping his tone light, but Frankie knew this was an interrogation. Benny was digging.

“No.” Frankie answered honestly. He hadn’t decided yet if he was going to do any video with Tyler. Pausing for a moment he weighed his options, before answered making sure to keep his tone equally as light. “I took a private mechanic job. I’m working it on the weekends until I finish my notice at Malc’s place. Ben…” Frankie set his drink down, leaning forward in his seat. “Ben, what is this about? Why does this feel like an interrogation?” 

“I’m just worried that’s all.” Benny let out a long sigh. “You’ve only just got clean again and…”

“And?”

“And, a buddy of mine said he saw you a few weeks back.” Benny looked uncomfortable, his cheeks growing redder as he searched for the right words. “You were, um, it was at Cutler’s and… he said he saw…”

As Benny trailed off and Frankie could feel his face beginning to burn with shame. Cutler’s was a dive bar Gavin had taken him to a few times. He’d blow guys in the dimly lit parking lot and sometime get fucked around the back of the place. The last time was around five weeks ago and Frankie had sucked three cocks in the parking lot while Gavin chatted and sold coke.

“And your friend saw me blowing some guys?” Frankie let his head drop, peeking up at Benny from under the brim of his cap. “Is that what you were gonna say?”

“Yeah.” Benny slumped down in his chair, looking at Frankie with those goddam big sad eyes. “He said, fuck, he said that you had a pimp.”

“Fuck.” Frankie could feel his hands shaking as he reached up to take his cap off. Throwing the Standard Oil cap down onto his knee, Frankie heard himself speaking before his brain had a chance to catch up. “Yeah. Yeah, I did. But… that’s over now. I’m clean now, I swear. It’s… all that… I… I don’t have a pimp now.”

“Fuck Fish.” Benny looked heartbroken, and Frankie had to force himself not to bolt out the door. “Fuck. How did you… how did that start?”

“You really wanna know?” Frankie could feel the tears starting to roll down his cheeks. 

“Tell me everything.”

#frankie morales #frankie 'catfish' morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #triple frontier #frankie morales x male character #frankie morales x original male character(s) #rock bottom fic

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Masterpost

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Note: This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings.

Explicit - ongoing Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters

Read Rock Bottom on AO3.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Self-Esteem Issues, Angst, Frankie not coping, Dubious Consent, Forced Prostitution, Masturbation, Oral, Anal, Anal Fisting, Anal Fingering, Spit roasting, Threesome M/M/M, Group sex, Amateur Porn, Dildos, Rimming, Dirty Talk

Awesome header and in story dividers created by: @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Prequel - k-holes and sticky floors - 593 words

Part 1 - The Spiral Begins - 601 words

Part 2 - Lunch - 985 words

Part 3 - Not A Documentary Film - 1266 words

Part 4 - Rewind and Review - 1380 words

Part 5 - A Small Light - 683 words

Part 6 - A Corner To Turn - 776 words

Part 7 - This Isn't A Craig David Song - 1712 words

Part 8 - Clarity - 1314 words

Part 9 - A Plan Going Forward - 1064 words

Part 10 - Regular Job - 2635 words

Part 11 - Overthinking - 1839 words

Part 12 - Fight Night - 2223 words

Part 13 - Cravings - 3133 words

Part 14 - Tilly - 1533 words

Part 15 - The Devil Is In The Details - 2617 words

Part 16 - Need - 1845 words

Part 17 - Limits - 2264 words

Part 18 - Dangerous And Stupid - 3505 words

Part 19 - Filled And Fulfilled - 2474 words

Part 20 - Reality Hits - 1325 words

Part 21 - Benny - 1927 words

Part 22 - Poorly Worded - 1714 words

Part 23 - Group Activity - 2382 words

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#frankie 'catfish' morales #frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #francisco morales #triple frontier #frankie morales x original male character(s) #rock bottom fic

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Poorly Worded

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Two weeks after telling Benny about what Gavin had him doing, Frankie gets a chance to catch up with Tyler.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1714 Chapter: 22/?

Warnings: mentions of past drug use, mentions of past forced prostitution, talk of sex work

Note: This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 21 / Part 1 / Masterpost

Two weeks. Two excruciatingly long weeks since Frankie had sat with Benny and told him about Gavin pimping him out. Two weeks since Benny had looked at him with such pity that Frankie had emptied his stomach into the trash can in Benny’s kitchen before apologetically leaving. Two weeks since he’d last spoke to his former squad mate.

To try and distract himself, Frankie had thrown himself into his work. Malcolm still had no work at the shop, so instead Frankie had found himself working more at Tilly’s. Tilly was out of the country, so it had just been him with Henry, one of Tilly’s men, occasionally dropping by. Henry was nice enough and had even dropped off a coffee machine for Frankie to use in the garage.

Other than work, Frankie had been texting with Tyler. Tyler had been away filming some videos with a friend in Los Angeles. Frankie had been both hurt and relieved to hear Tyler had been working away. Hurt that Tyler hadn’t told him, but relieved that he hadn’t been deliberately ignoring Frankie. As soon as he’d returned, Tyler had text Frankie an apology for being out of contact, explaining that his phone had been damaged during the flight out to California and how much he’d missed Frankie.

Tonight was going to be the first time seeing Tyler in a long time, and Frankie wanted everything to be perfect. With so much free time on his hands, Frankie had spent the day cleaning his apartment from top to bottom. By the time he was finished, the apartment was practically sparkling, and Frankie was sure the place hadn’t been this tidy since he’d first moved in. Everything and every room was clean, bedsheets changed and Frankie had even cooked. He wasn’t the best chef, but what he could make he made damn well. With food ready in the oven, Frankie was just wiping down the counter when he heard a knock at his door.

Anxiously straightening his t-shirt and smoothing his hair as he made his way to the door, Frankie let out a few calming breaths. Opening it, Frankie’s heart leapt as he was greeted by Tyler’s handsome, smiling face.

“Hey you.” Tyler wrapped his arms around Frankie, pulling him into a tight hug. “Fucking missed you.”

“I missed you so much.” Frankie mumbled into Tyler’s neck, breathing in the younger man’s scent.

“Come on.” Tyler pulled back, still smiling. “Let’s take this inside. Your neighbors will talk.”

Laughing, Frankie stepped aside for Tyler before following him inside. Tyler let out a whistle looking around nodding.

“Wow babe.” Tyler chuckled, grabbing Frankie and pulling him into another embrace. “Look at this place. Very tidy. You’ve been busy.”

“Wanted everything to be nice for you.” Frankie murmured into Tyler’s lips. Tyler sighed happily, parting his lips to allow Frankie entrance. 

Frankie let his eye flutter shut as he eased his tongue against Tyler’s. He could feel Tyler pressing himself against Frankie, as their hands began to wander over the other’s body. The world melted away until there was only him and Tyler standing in his sitting room, devouring each other. After what felt like an eternity and a split second simultaneously, Frankie broke the kiss, gasping for air.

“I missed this.” Tyler nuzzled his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses up to behind his ear. “I’m sorry I’ve been so weird. There’s no excuse.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” Frankie pulled back to look Tyler in the eyes. “It can’t be easy knowing what Tilly wants me for.”

“Dude, I fuck people for a living.” Tyler shook his head. “I just flew to L.A. to fuck two guys. I have no right to get pissy with you.”

“Not gonna lie and say that doesn’t make me jealous. Maybe we should just not talk about our jobs.” Frankie shrugged, but Tyler continued to shake his head.

“No.” Tyler pulled Frankie over to the sofa, wrapping him up in a tight hug once they were both seated. “Look, while I was staying with my buddy, I told him what was up. Not everything but the gist. He set me straight.” Tyler let out a laugh. “Told me I was being a shitty boyfriend. So from now on I want you to know you can talk to me about anything.”

Frankie could feel his cheeks heating up and his cock twitch as Tyler said the word boyfriend. They’d never put a name to this thing they had, but hearing Tyler say it now made Frankie feel seventeen again.

“Have you gone all quiet cos I said boyfriend?” Tyler chuckled in his ear, snapping Frankie out of his thoughts. 

“Yes.” Frankie nodded, ducking his head down into the crook of Tyler’s neck, giggling. “Never had a boyfriend before.”

“And your first one is scandalously young?” Tyler let out an exaggerated fake gasp. “Frank Morales. What will people say?”

“Francisco.” Frankie kissed Tyler’s cheek. “My first name is Francisco, but people call me Frankie, or Frank, or Fish. Well, Catfish.”

“Francisco. I like it. Oh yeah!” Tyler sat up straight, untangling himself from Frankie. “You never did tell me why that’s your nickname.”

“How about I tell you while we eat.” Frankie leaned forward, planting another kiss on the tip of Tyler’s nose. “I cooked.”

After their stomachs were full and the sky was dark, Frankie joined Tyler on the sofa again to watch TV. Tyler chatted happily, asking Frankie what he wanted to watch, but it didn’t matter. So long as he could lay on the sofa with Tyler pulled close to his chest, Frankie was happy. As the hours drifted by, Frankie could feel himself starting to doze, lulled by the warmth of Tyler’s body against his own. His eyes felt heavy and he was aware of his head dropping back every few moments as he began to nod off.

Suddenly his phone let out a series of beeps, indicating he had a message, as well as vibrating in his pocket. Both he and Tyler jumped at the unexpected noise, before both laughing softly. Digging his phone out of his pocket, Frankie squinted at the screen as Tyler climbed up off the sofa.

“I think I fell asleep.” The younger man grinned, stretching his arms up over his head, exposing his stomach as his t-shirt rode up slightly. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah.” Frankie frowned at his phone. “No. Fuck.”

Dropping back down onto the sofa, Tyler began rubbing Frankie’s leg. “What’s up? Who is it?”

“My friend Ben.” Frankie sat up, his eyes still fixed on the phone. “I… I told him about the stuff for Gavin.”

“Oh. When?”

“Couple of weeks ago.” Frankie swallowed hard, reading over Benny’s message again. “We’ve not spoken since. He told me he needed time to process it all. He’s just sent me a text saying that he’s sorry for leaving it so long and how sorry he is that that happened to me. I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“I get that.” Tyler nodded, still rubbing Frankie’s leg. “It’s not the best way to word it, but your friend is upset that he couldn’t do anything to help you out of that situation. That’s how I felt when I found out. How much did you tell him?”

“Not everything.” Frankie shrugged, throwing his phone onto the coffee table. “He already knew I’d been pimped out, and I think he guessed what for. But I didn’t tell him about the videos or Tilly.”

“Why not?”

Frankie let out a harsh laugh. “I’m ashamed. What I’m doing for Tilly… I don’t want people to know. I don’t even like saying it out loud. But this is my job now. My full time job soon. I finish my notice at Malcolm’s next week. Fuck.” Frankie jumped to his feet and started to pace.

“Fuck.” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what I’m fucking doing, and one of my oldest friends says he’s sorry it happened to me. But all of this… it’s still going on. Plus, I made this mess. I’m not some fucking passive damsel. I let Gavin do those things to me because I wanted drugs. It was my choice. I choose to work for Tilly. I made this.”

“Yeah, working for Tilly isn’t ideal babe.” Tyler stood and pulled Frankie into a gentle hug. “But we’ll figure it out. Right now Tilly is your only income, but you know I can help you with that. But only if you want to do it. I’d never push you into doing vids.”

“I’m not opposed to doing them.” Frankie sighed. “And they would mean money that isn’t coming from Tilly, but they create the same problem I’m worried about with Tilly and the videos Gavin made.”

“That someone you know will see them?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.” Tyler stepped back to look Frankie in the face. “I don’t know what to do about Tilly and Gav’s vids. Yet. But any you did with me would be behind a paywall on specific sites. Someone would have to go looking for them.”

“I know.” Frankie let out a long sigh, dropping back down to slump on the sofa. “I’m just scared, I guess. That all this will be used against me if I try to get my daughter back.”

“I don’t have the answers babe, I’m sorry.” Tyler stood up, offering his hands to pull Frankie back to his feet. “All we can try to do is make a plan to deal with it if it happens. Look, let’s get some sleep. It’s late, we’re both tired. In the morning things might feel less… I dunno…”

“Less shit?” Frankie laughed mirthlessly as he followed Tyler into the bedroom. “You’re right. I thought it would be the end of the world if Ben found out about Gavin, but it wasn’t. It doesn’t feel fucking good, but he still wants to know me, so that’s something.”

“Exactly.” Tyler began pulling off his clothes before climbing into bed. “We’ll figure it out. Now come here.” Tyler opened his arms wide and Frankie crawled into bed and into Tyler’s warm embrace. Perhaps his young boyfriend was right, perhaps everything would feel better in the morning.

#frankie morales #frankie 'catfish' morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #francisco morales #triple frontier #frankie morales x male character #frankie morales x original male character(s) #rock bottom fic #Friends of juice collective

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Reality Hits

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie's first day with Tilly concludes, leaving Frankie feeling uneasy.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1325 Chapter: 20/?

Warnings: Mentions of past drug use, prostitution,

Note: This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 19 / Part 1 / Masterpost

By early evening Frankie was exhausted. Sitting once more on the large sofa, wrapped in a soft white robe, Frankie could hear Tilly singing along to the radio in the kitchen while he prepared food. His hair was still wet from the shower they had taken together, which had been much needed after the activities of the day.

Tilly’s son, Jason, had returned home not too long after they had finished their snacks. He had rolled his eyes at the two naked men on the sofa and had retreated to his room. After that, Tilly had fucked him two more times in the sitting room. Once on all fours again on the floor, then again on his back on the sofa. Then, on wobbling legs, Frankie had followed Tilly up to the beautiful master bathroom, where the two of them had showered.

Now he was waiting while Tilly cooked with a throbbing ass and an odd feeling in his stomach. He felt strange. It wasn’t something he could put into words just yet, but he had a suspicion of what it was. Frankie knew that after the initial thrill of sex with Tilly had worn off, the true reality of the situation was starting to dawn on him. He would be doing this at least weekly now.

Pushing the bubbling feeling of shame down, Frankie reached over to his jeans and pulled out his phone once more. His shoulders slumped at the sight of a message and three missed calls from Tyler. The message was simple, asking if he was ok because he wasn’t picking up. Taking a deep breath, Frankie hit Tyler’s name to call him back, stepping outside into the garden as the call connected.

“Hey,” Tyler answered almost immediately.

“Hey.” Frankie tried to sound cheerful.

“Are you ok?” Tyler sounded worried. “I tried to call you, but you weren’t picking up. Then I stopped by on my way home from the store, but you weren’t home. Are you… are you ok, Frank?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie gulped, peering back into the house to check Tilly wasn’t listening. “I’m just… I’m working, so I didn’t have my phone with me.”

There was a pause. Just a few beats, but it hung heavily. 

“At the shop?” Tyler’s voice wavered slightly.

Frankie sighed. Now was the moment. Should he lie or admit to Tyler where he was? Pinching his eyes shut, Frankie braced himself. There was no point lying. Tyler knew he would be working here soon and what he’d be doing. Time to rip the band-aid off.

“No, at Tilly’s.”

“Oh.” Was the quiet reply.

“I wasn’t sure whether or not to tell you.” Frankie found himself admitting, opening his eyes once more to check Tilly wasn’t nearby. “But I started my, um, other work today.”

“When you weren’t home, I kinda figured.” Tilly still sounded quiet. Then there was another pause. “I better let you go. Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Yes.” Frankie answered firmly. “Yes, I’ll come by after-”

“No.” Tyler interrupted. “Let me know when you’re home and you’ve, um, showered. I’ll bring food.”

“Ok.” Frankie opened his mouth to say goodbye, but Tyler had already hung up. Looking down at his phone, Frankie could feel the ball of shame in his stomach lurch, growing again ever so slightly. 

“Frankie!” Tilly called out, catching his attention. “Come on! Food’s ready.”

Stepping back into the sitting room, Frankie tucked his phone back into his jeans before heading into the kitchen. Tilly smiled at him as he set two plates down on the table.

“Sorry, we’re eating in the kitchen.” Tilly motioned for Frankie to sit. “I turned the dining room into my home office. Been thinking of having an extension added on at the back.”

Frankie nodded along as Tilly talked about house extensions, decor and layouts. The ball in his stomach rolled in time with the conversation, growing with each trip around his insides. As he helped Tilly tidy up afterward, it spun. Finally, as he sat down on the sofa once more, Tilly’s arm around him, watching a movie, it announced itself. Lurching up, Frankie felt his head swim as he stood.

“Frankie?” Tilly reached out, stroking his arm, looking up at him concerned. “You ok?”

“Yeah, just need the bathroom.” Frankie lied, not waiting for a reply and quickly headed for the small bathroom across from Tilly’s office.

As soon as the door was closed, Frankie slumped down to the ground, tearing the robe off his sweating body, gasping for breath. Pinching his eyes shut, Frankie started counting. Ten, nine, eight, seven… following the steps he’d learned years ago.

He wanted to run home. He wanted to get out of this house. He hated this… this domesticity. Sitting with Tilly like he would with Tyler felt wrong. The sex he could handle. The sex felt… not right, but good, at least. But this closeness bothered him, pulling at his insides. It made him wish he was high. 

Crawling over to the sink, Frankie pulled himself up, surveying himself in the mirror. He looked the same as he always did, albeit with a slight sheen from the sweat. Same messy curls, same tired brown eyes, same patchy scruff. No one would ever know he was an escort now. Escort? Prostitute? He wasn’t sure which word to use.  Either way, he looked like the same old Frankie Morales.

After splashing some cold water on his face, Frankie scooped up the rope and took a deep breath before heading back into the sitting room. Tilly was still sitting on the sofa, watching the movie as Frankie came and sat back down.

“You ok?” Tilly turned as he sat, a concerned look on his handsome face.

“Yeah.” Frankie lied, nodding. “Just felt a little woozy all of a sudden. Probably tired.”

Tilly let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I’ve worked you pretty hard today. My plan was to ease into this, but we just went full throttle, didn’t we? You wanna head up to bed?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Frankie nodded again gratefully, and sleep really did sound good. “I’ll head up, see you in the morning.” Frankie stood up, grabbing his pile of clothes but stopped as Tilly took the remote and the TV clicked off.

“Come on then, baby.” Tilly started to follow him. “Let’s go to bed.”

The feeling in Frankie’s stomach grew heavy. “Together? I thought I’d be in the spare room.”

Tilly just laughed again. “I’d rather you were in with me.”

“Oh.” Frankie stopped at the foot of the stairs. “I just… I was gonna…”

“I’m going to lock up, then we can get some sleep.” Tilly answered firmly, though the smile never left his face.

It wasn’t a request. Frankie understood that. And somehow, that strangely made it better. Nodding, he turned and made his way to the master bedroom. Setting his clothes down on one of the nightstands, Frankie pulled out his phone, hoping to see a good night message from Tyler. But there was only one message, and it wasn’t from Tyler. 

[Hey Fish, I found you a program. Give me a call and I can help set it up for you. Will]

“Anything good?” Tilly's voice made Frankie jump, and he quickly set his phone back down on top of his clothes. 

“Just a friend.” Frankie shrugged the robe off and climbed into bed next to Tilly. “He’s, um, he’s found a program for me. Rehab.”

“That’s great.” Tilly beamed at him as he pressed his naked form to Frankie in a clumsy hug. “The sooner you get some professional help, the better you’ll feel. Anyway, we need rest now. I’ve got plans for you tomorrow and I’m going to want to have you right next to me when I wake up.” Tilly laughed as he switched off the light, patting Frankie’s ass fondly. “I told you I’d have that ass gaping by Monday.”

#frankie morales #frankie 'catfish' morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #triple frontier #frankie morales x male character #rock bottom fic #frankie morales x original male character(s)

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Limits

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie meets with Tilly again to talk about what working for him would exactly involve.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2264 Chapter: 17/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent, mentions of hard and soft limits (masturbation, oral sex, degradation, bondage, choking, anal sex, anal fisting, dildos/plugs, piss play, group sex)

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 16 / Part 1 / Masterpost

The next morning Tyler cooked breakfast, all the while complaining as usual about how ‘early’ Frankie had to get up. He chuckled as Tyler once again tried to pitch working with him and how Frankie would be able to set his own schedule. Each of them danced around the elephant in the room until Tyler set the pancakes in front of them.

“So,” Tyler began, pointing his fork at Frankie as the bleary-eyed former pilot started to eat. “I’ve slept on it, and here’s what I think. Like I said last night. I can’t shit on this or you doing any sex work without coming off as a massive asshole. I’m a fucking sex worker. I have a job booked in a couple of weeks with some guys. I have sex with other men all the time.”

“Good to know.” Frankie interjected sardonically, chewing his food and throwing Tyler a wink when the younger man frowned at Frankie’s words.

“My point is,” Tyler playfully scowled as he continued, “that the sex part isn’t the problem for me. Yeah, I’ll be jealous, but it’s not like you love the guy. It’s just sex.”

“The problem is who it is.” Frankie nodded.

“Yeah. Tilly’s rep is bad. I know he’s a loan shark, but I’m guessing that’s the tip of the iceberg Frank.”

“I’d never heard of him before this.” Frankie admitted. “But yeah, he’s obviously into some shady shit. That’s what I want to talk to him about today. I want a promise to keep me out of his other business.”

“When are you gonna talk to him?”

“After work. I just need to let him know when and where. In fact…” Frankie pulled out his phone. “I’ll text him now.”

[It’s Frankie Morales. Are we still on for today? Same time & place as yesterday?]

“All right.” Tyler finished his breakfast, collecting Frankie’s empty plate as he passed. “I’ll let you get to work. I’m gonna head home and go back to bed; it’s too fucking early, man. Let me know how it goes, ok?”

“I will.” After planting a kiss on Tyler’s lips, Frankie watched as the younger man left, heading for his car. Then Frankie finished getting ready before gathering his stuff for the day ahead.

Tilly didn’t text back until halfway through Frankie’s lunch hour. His phone buzzed in his pocket, making him jump as he fumbled to fish it out. Frowning, Frankie read the message.

[Yup! Made some notes re: our last conversation. But I was wondering if you’d like to come to my home? I can show you the cars, and it’ll be more comfortable than storage sheds.]

Tilly wanted him to go to his house? That was a big step. 

Frankie chewed thoughtfully on his food as he considered this offer. On the one hand, Tilly would have the advantage if he wanted to try anything. On the other, if he accepted the job, he’d be working there, so he may as well get the lay of the land. It made a certain kind of sense, but it wasn’t without danger. Frankie still didn’t know enough about Tilly to trust him fully. But then again, he’d been around the guy when drugged. If Tilly wanted to hurt him, he’d already had ample opportunity. 

[Ok. Send me your address and I’ll drive over after I’ve finished work.]

By the time he’d finished his lunch, Tilly had sent over his address, and Frankie had Googled it. It was in a nice part of town and looked pretty big from the aerial view. Tilly had obviously done well for himself, although Frankie still hadn’t figured out what he did as his legitimate business. Tidying up after his lunch Frankie tried to mentally prepare himself for the meeting later as he headed back to work.

After finishing for the day, Frankie went home to quickly shower before heading over to the address Tilly had sent him. As he pulled up, Frankie got his first look at Tilly’s home, and he had to admit it was gorgeous.

Set back from the road behind a pair of large iron gates, the house was barely visible from the street. As the gates opened for him, Frankie was able to drive up the short winding driveway toward the house. Pulling up outside, Frankie was met with a two-story house with sleek, clean lines with bright wood paneling. There were only a couple of windows visible from the front, both on the second floor. From this angle, the house looked like a large wooden block with a set of frosted glass double doors that swung open as Frankie killed his engine. 

Locking up his truck, Frankie was met at the door by Tilly beaming at him in a pair of blue sweatpants and a tight black vest showing off his muscular arms. 

“Great to see you again!” Tilly held the door open for Frankie to go inside. “Would you like something to drink, Frankie? I have tea and coffee, or would you like something cooler? I have beer or lemonade.”

Inside was a small entranceway that opened into a large sitting area with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that dominated the far wall. Off to the right were a set of stairs going up, while to the left was an impressive kitchen. Tilly darted into the kitchen, pulling out a couple of glasses and glancing back at Frankie.

“Beer? Lemonade?”

“Lemonade is fine.” Frankie shrugged, not wanting to drink alcohol at the first meeting in case he needed his wits about him.

“Take a seat, and I’ll bring it over.”

Frankie nodded and headed over to the lounge. A massive white leather L-shaped sofa occupied most of the space in the room, wrapping itself around the area. A large panel tv hung on the wall above a sleek metal fireplace that seemed to be the focal point, flanked on either side by massive windows. Frankie could see a cozy seating area and a pristine-looking lawn through the windows.

Sitting down on the plush sofa, Frankie started taking in the details. Although the space looked clean and minimalist, tiny personal touches were everywhere. A large bookcase was packed full of books, both paperback and hardcover, as well as small picture frames. While there was no art on the walls, there were pops of color everywhere to contrast the stark white. Sheer navy blue curtains framed the huge windows, the shag pile rug was a sandy shade of beige, and the sofa cushions were patterned with navy and gold. 

“Here.” Tilly returned, handing Frankie a cool glass of lemonade and pulling over a small glass coffee table. “So, shall we make small talk or cut the bullshit and dive straight in?”

Frankie couldn’t stop himself from smiling at Tilly’s joke. “Why don’t we just get to this?”

“All right.” Tilly nodded, setting down his glass. “I’ve given some thought to what you said about rules and came up with a list of things I would like to do with you so we can rule things out if needed. What about you? Do you have a list for me? Hard and soft limits?”

“Yes.” Frankie took a sip. “Firstly though, I wanna make sure I don’t have anything to do with your, um, your business. I’ll fix your cars, I’ll fuck you, but I’m not gonna work as a hired thug.”

Tilly’s eyebrows shot up, but he smiled all the same. “Blunt. But fair enough. I understand your concern. My business is, well, my business. Not yours and I give you my word you won’t be involved.”

“All right then.” Frankie took another mouthful before putting the lemonade on the table. “Do you want me to just list them or…?”

“Oh!” Tilly stood up and headed to the bookcase to grab a pad and pen. “You’re right. I should have this down. That way, we can revisit it when needed. Go ahead.”

“Ok, soft limits.” Frankie thought for a moment. “Well, to start with, I guess degradation is ok, but only if it’s just us. I don’t know if we’ll do group stuff, but if we do… please, no degradation. And I don’t mind being called a slut but don’t ever call me a whore.”

Tilly furiously scribbled down Frankie’s words. “Got it. Anything else?”

“I’ve never done any bondage, so I’m a little… um…” Frankie stumbled over his words. “I don’t know you that well, so…”

“I understand completely.” Tilly looked up from his notes. “We can talk about that once you’re more comfortable around me. What about light bondage? Not tying you up, but something like nipple clamps or a cock cage?”

“That’s fine.” Frankie nodded. “Light spanking is fine too, but no hard impact play.”

“Hands only.” Tilly looked up at Frankie, smiling. “I’m not really into spanking, to be honest. Is that all the soft limits?”

“I’m open to being blindfolded, some roleplay and sounding.” Frankie racked his brain but then shook his head. “That’s all l I can think of right now.” 

“Soft limits can be revisited as we try new things.” Tilly drew a line under the list he had written, then poised the pen to begin taking notes again. “Hard limits? Things you absolutely won’t do.” 

“No choking. I don’t want anything round my neck. Not your hands or a cord, nothing. So no breath play either.” Frankie wrung his hands. “Nothing to do with animals or animal roleplay. I’m not gonna eat out of a fucking dog bowl for you. No needles, no guns, no knives. Piss is fine, but no scat or blood. And it goes without saying, but no drugs.”

“Got it.” Tilly finished his notes and then underlined each one. Looking up at Frankie, Tilly looked almost sympathetic. “Frankie, I don't know what kind of guys you’ve been with in the past or who Gavin was renting you out to, but I don't want to hurt you. I will never do anything to physically hurt you; I don’t get off on that.”

“So, what do you want to do with me?” Frankie grabbed his lemonade again and took a big mouthful.

“Well, what I would consider basic stuff, really.” Tilly shrugged. “Anal, oral, masturbation. You know I like to fist you. You already mentioned degradation. I might make you display yourself for me, but nothing public. The rest is plugs, dildos, edging, piss play, and maybe some group stuff now and again.”

“That all sounds simple enough.” Frankie nodded, taking it all in. “Is… is this what we used to do together?”

“Yes.” Tilly looked guilty at the mention of his prior times with Frankie, and Frankie couldn’t help feeling a little satisfaction at that. “Lots of oral, cum eating, anal, then I’d fist you. Wide, not deep. Like I said, we never did anything you didn’t like.”

Frankie rolled his eyes and drained his glass. “I want a safe word too.”

“Naturally. Do you have one?”

“January.” Frankie answered immediately. He’d been using the same safe word since his twenties, making it ingrained in his mind. “So, I think that’s everything.”

“Not quite.” Tilly set the pad and pen down next to his lemonade. “This part is a little, shall we say, delicate. I’m not going to beat around the bush, though. I know you’re in a, well, a relationship with Tyler Jansen, an up-and-coming online porn star. Now, I’m not going to tell you that you can’t have a boyfriend, but he might not be very understanding of our arrangement.”

“I’ve already talked to him about this.” Frankie frowned. So Tilly knew about Tyler? Of course, he did. “So long as you can promise me I won’t be a part of any other part of your organization, then we’re both fine with this arrangement.”

“Organization? You make me sound like a crime boss.” Tilly laughed. “But if you’ve already spoken to him, then I think we’re done for the day. Unless you’d like to stay the night?”

Frankie hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. “I still have work tomorrow. I’ll have to talk to my boss and hand my notice in before I start working for you.”

“So you’ll take the job?” Tilly looked overjoyed. 

“I wanna run everything from today past Tyler, but yeah, I think so.” Frankie stood up, with Tilly leading him back to the front door. “I’ll let you know when I’ve spoken to my boss so I can give you a start date.”

“But I haven’t shown you the cars yet.” Tilly smirked, holding the door open. “Why don't you come over this weekend? Have a look at the cars and start your extra duties early.”

Frankie paused for a fraction of a second before nodding, swallowing hard as he shook Tilly’s hand and got back into his truck. Setting off back home, Frankie shifted in his seat. 

He had lied. 

He didn’t know why he told Tilly he would go over it with Tyler. He was taking the job. He knew that now. 

From the moment he’d started talking about sex acts and what they would and wouldn’t be doing, he had felt his dick twitch. Even as Tilly briefly spoke about what they’d done together, he’d felt his arousal growing. They were going to fuck this weekend after viewing the cars, and Frankie was concerned how much he was looking forward to it. Even though thoughts of Tyler and his beautiful soulful eyes and goofy smile made him feel guilty, he still shivered at the thought of Tilly’s cock in him. 

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[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Need

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie shows Tyler how much he needs him.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1845 Chapter: 16/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent, anal fingering, anal sex

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 15 / Part 1 / Masterpost

Tyler arrived at his apartment within an hour of Frankie calling him that night. Greeting the younger man at the door with a chaste kiss, Frankie immediately felt guilty about not calling him sooner. Picking up on Frankie’s tension Tyler quickly led him over to the couch, pulling him down into a warm embrace. 

“Missed you,” Tyler muttered into Frankie’s neck, peppering his skin with hot wet kisses. “How you doing?”

“Not too bad.” Frankie leaned his head back to expose his neck as Tyler began sucking, no doubt leaving red bruises. “Feeling shaking and shit, but I’ll live.”

“You’re doing great.” Tyler cupped Frankie’s face, turning him to look him in the eye, letting Frankie take in the beautiful molten honey of Tyler’s eyes. “Just take each day as it comes. I’m so proud of you.”

Leaning forward, Tyler’s lips met Frankie’s gently at first, holding Frankie’s jaw tenderly, moving his lips achingly slowly before becoming more insistent. Frankie could feel Tyler tugging his t-shit up, breaking the kiss for a second as it was pulled off before running his hand over Frankie’s chest as the kiss resumed. 

Frankie moaned, parting his lips and allowing Tyler to push his tongue into Frankie’s needy mouth, deepening the kiss. Meanwhile, his hand traveled south and began to stroke Frankie’s hardening cock through his jeans. Frankie couldn’t stop himself from bucking up into Tyler’s palm as his arousal grew.

Their lips moved in unison as clothes were tugged off clumsily, moans filling the room, muffled by the embrace. Breaking the kiss once again, Tyler pulled back, giving Frankie a look at his eyes, pupils blown wide with lust before he leaned down to suck on Frankie’s nipples. Gasping at Tyler’s attention, Frankie struggled but eventually kicked his jeans off, leaving him slouched on the couch in only his boxers. His cock peeked through the fly, fully erect and already weeping. 

A wave of desire crashed over Frankie, and he suddenly pushed Tyler up and off him, earning him a confused look from the younger man. Reaching over, Frankie yanked open Tyler’s fly, reaching in to free his thick cock and sending another stab of lust through Frankie. 

“Fuck.” Tyler panted, pushing his own jeans down and off. “You’re impatient tonight. Bedroom?”

“Why?” Frankie grinned, swinging his leg up to straddle Tyler. He needed this. He needed Tyler in him.

Tyler laughed. “Lube, babe? It’s not gonna be fun with it.”

Tyler laughed harder as Frankie groaned, climbing off Tyler and pulling him off the couch. Shedding their underwear as they went, Frankie tugged Tyler into his bedroom before shoving his young lover down into the bed. Reaching into the bedside table, Frankie retrieved his lube before straddling Tyler once more.

“So eager.” Tyler continued to chuckle as Frankie impatiently began to prepare himself. Taking the lube, Tyler applied a dollop to his own cock before beginning to stroke Frankie’s. 

“F-fuck.” Frankie groaned as Tyler slowly began to pump him, his own fingers buried in his ass. “I-I need… I need you. Fuckin’ need this.”

“I know, I know.” Tyler soothed, biting his lip as he watched Frankie finger himself. “Come on then. Show me what you need. You need cock, huh? Come on, gorgeous, get on my cock.”

Frankie whined as he removed his fingers, angling himself and positioning Tyler’s cock before sinking down onto it. Frankie let out an obscene moan as he felt Tyler fill him, taking his full length until Frankie was fully seated. Pausing to adjust and compose himself, Frankie stared down at Tyler, mouth slightly agape looking up at him with unadulterated lust.

Then, slowly at first, Frankie started to move. Lifting himself up, almost to the tip of Tyler's cock, before plunging back down with a roll of his hips. He could see Tyler's eyes flicking between Frankie's face and watching his own cock disappear into Frankie's needy hole. Letting go of Frankie’s cock Tyler began to let his hands wander as Frankie set the pace, pinching nipples and cupping Frankie’s ass freely. 

Frankie hadn't realized how much he needed a cock in him until right now. While part of him wanted to say he needed Tyler's, another shameful part of him was willing to admit that any cock would have done. That fact that it was Tyler was just a bonus. He needed that stretch; he needed to be filled and to be used. Maybe that was why he was entertaining the idea of working for Tilly.

Pushing those thoughts away, Frankie began to pick up the pace, upping the tempo and plunging Tyler's dick deeper into him. The room quickly filled with the lewd noise of flesh slapping against flesh as Frankie franticly rode Tyler. 

Soon Frankie's thighs were aching, but all he could focus on was the building fire in his core and his cock bouncing against Tyler's stomach. Tyler was lay, writhing beneath him, biting his lip, and occasionally letting out a wanton moan. Leaning forward, Frankie shifted his weight to ensure Tyler would hit that sweet spot inside him, digging his fingers into the bed's headboard as he greedily chased his climax.

Sweat dripped from them both as Frankie's rhythm began to falter. Sensing Frankie was rapidly reaching his peak, Tyler grabbed his hips and began thrusting up to meet Frankie. 

"So close, baby," Tyler murmured, digging his nails into Frankie's skin. 

"Please, just... I just need a little more." Frankie heard himself plead. "I need... I need..."

With a shudder and loud gasp, Frankie came. Clenching down on Tyler as shockwaves rippled through his body and for several seconds, Frankie was aware of nothing else but his own heart thumping in his ears. Letting go of the headboard, he was aware of Tyler still fucking up into him as he slumped down, his arms barely holding him up. Finally, as the tremors of his climax left him, he felt Tyler pulling his hips down and holding him firmly in place. Frankie could feel Tyler's cock pulse inside him as he reached his own finish, filling Frankie full of his release.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. Instead, Frankie lay slumped over Tyler, both men panting. After a couple of minutes, Tyler began to rub Frankie’s back and gently kiss his neck, pulling Frankie out of his post-sex haze. Propping himself up on his elbows, Frankie looked down at the smiling Tyler.

“Feel better?”

Frankie couldn’t stop himself letting out a chuckle before nodding. Easing himself up and off Tyler’s softening cock, making Tyler gasp. Collapsing down next to Tyler, Frankie rested his head on his shoulder.

“Sorry about that.”

“Sorry about what?” Tyler laughed. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Just had a lot on my mind and needed to blow off steam.” Frankie ran his hand over Tyler’s chest idly. “I just mean, I don’t want you to feel… I dunno. Like I was just taking.”

Planting a kiss on Frankie’s forehead, Tyler continued to chuckle softly. “Well, I don’t, so don't get stressed. But are you gonna tell me what's up?”

“Fuck.” Frankie buried his head into Tyler’s neck, breathing in the heady scent of sweat and sex. “So you know how Gavin owes Garth Tilly a shit ton of money?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Tilly had some guys pick me and Gav up from work yesterday for a chat.”

“What!” Tyler almost sat upright, looking at Frankie with wide, frightened eyes. “Fuck! Are you ok? What happened?”

“Everything’s ok, Ty.” Frankie reached up to gently stroke Tyler’s jaw. “I’m not sure what's going on with Gav, but Tilly wanted to let me know that Gav’s debt is nothing to do with me.”

“Ok.” Tyler frowned but nodded. “I guess that’s something, at least. But there’s gotta be more to it if you’re still thinking about it.”

“Yeah.” Frankie let out a long sigh as Tyler settled back down next to him. “Tilly offered me a job. As his private mechanic. He’s got a classic car collection and needs someone to help him maintain it.”

“That all?” Tyler still sounded worried. “Tilly’s a shady guy. You said you served; does he know that? Is that what he really wants from you? He might want you to beat the shit out of people that owe him money.”

“He knows, but that’s not what he wants.” Frankie’s stomach began to tighten. He wanted Tyler’s opinion, but that meant telling what Tilly really wanted. Would Tyler think it was a good idea, or would he try to talk Frankie out of it? Frankie wasn’t sure which he would want.

“Tilly wants me to be his mechanic, but that’s not all.” Frankie took a shaky breath. “He wants to, um, have… he wants to make private use of… me.”

Frankie waited as Tyler drew in a sharp breath, pausing as he took in the information. Tyler didn’t say anything for a long time. The silence filled the room as neither man spoke. As Tyler’s pause stretched on, Frankie thought that perhaps he’d nodded off after sex and hadn’t heard him. However, peeking up, Frankie could see Tyler staring straight up at the ceiling. After what felt like an eternity, Tyler took a deep breath.

“He wants to fuck you.” It was a statement, not a question, and Frankie just nodded. Tyler took another deep breath. “So you’d be his private hooker?”

“Yeah, something like that” Frankie’s voice sounded soft and small. “The money’s good. Only reason I’m even thinking about it. But I’ve not made up my mind yet. I’m gonna speak to Tilly again tomorrow and go over a few things. What, what do you think?”

“I don’t know.” Tyler rolled over, shifting Frankie off him to lie face to face. “It would be pretty fucking hypocritical of me to get pissy about you doing sex work.” Tyler stroked along Frankie’s arm. “But I’m not gonna lie and say I wouldn’t be jealous. I think my main worry is that it’s Garth Tilly. He’s, well…”

“Yeah.” Frankie nodded, sitting up to grab the duvet and pulling it over him and Tyler. “But if I can get some guarantees, what do you think?”

“Fuck, I dunno.” Tyler snuggled up against Frankie, yawning loudly. “I’m too tired right now and this is a lot. Let’s sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

After checking his alarm was set for the next morning, Frankie pulled Tyler tight against his chest and settled down for the night. His heart was hammering, and he was sure Tyler would be able to either hear or feel it. The conversation hadn’t gone entirely like he thought it would. Tyler hadn’t been wholly opposed, with his main complaint being who Frankie would be working for, not the sex work itself.

Frankie wasn’t sure if he felt better now or not. Now it really was all his decision. No more blaming his prostitution on Gavin. No more hiding behind whether or not Tyler would approve. This was going to be his choice whether he liked it or not.

#frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie 'catfish' morales #frankie morales x original male character(s) #francisco morales x original male character(s) #triple frontier #m/m fiction #rock bottom fic

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - The Devil Is In The Details

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie gives Tilly's offer some consideration.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2617 Chapter: 15/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 14 / Part 1 / Masterpost

By the time Frankie was dropped off back at the workshop and had driven home, the sky was beginning to get dark. Evening was setting in, and as Frankie slumped down on his worn sofa and glanced at his watch, it was almost 8. Kicking off his shoes, Frankie let his head fall back as he let out a long heavy sigh. 

“Fuck.” He breathed out softly. 

That had not been what he had expected from an encounter with the infamous Garth Tilly. Reaching into his pocket, Frankie could feel the slip of paper Tilly had handed him. His offer. Frankie wasn’t sure if he wanted to look at it or not. 

Looking at it meant acknowledging that offer, considering it even. If the number on that slip of paper was ridiculously or insultingly low, then the choice was clear. But what if it wasn’t? What if the number was a good one? Would that mean he was going to seriously consider being Tilly’s on-call prostitute?

Frankie thought for a moment about calling Tyler. But what would he say? How would he explain this situation? Pinching his eyes shut, Frankie knew Gavin was the first person he needed to call. Fucking little shit was the reason he was in this mess, but he was also just a kid in over his head.

Hauling himself up off the sofa, Frankie grabbed one of the many frozen leftovers Tyler had made for him and shoved it into the microwave. Then he pulled out his phone and called Gavin.

“Frank!” Gavin picked up after one ring. “Dude! Are you ok?”

“I’m good, Gav.” Frankie sighed. “Are you ok? Did, did they hurt you?”

“No.” Gavin sounded relieved. “That guy brought me straight home and told me to stay put. He said Tilly will be in touch about a job. Fuck, dude. The guy is fuckin’ sat outside my house in a car just watchin’ me.”

“Just stay put then.” Frankie pulled his cap off, tossing it onto the table. “If they wanted to hurt you, they would have. Just don’t do anything stupid, ok?”

“Ok.” Gavin agreed. “Are you ok? What happened after I left?”

“Tilly wanted to… talk,” Frankie answered slowly, trying to figure out how much to tell Gavin. “He wants me to help fix up his classic car collection.”

“The fuck?”

“I know.” Frankie gave a small laugh. It did sound stupid and weird. “Made me an offer, but I haven’t looked at it yet.”

Gavin was quiet for a few moments before speaking again. He sounded calmer. “Well, it might be a good job. I mean, the guy is loaded, so, yeah. Might be a good deal.”

“Maybe.” Frankie hummed. “Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt, or you know…”

“Yeah.” Frankie could hear someone talking to Gavin in the background. “I gotta go. My mom wants help with something. But Frank… thanks for callin’ dude.”

“No problem Gav.”

“And Frank!” Gavin interrupted before Frankie could end the call.

“Yeah?”

“I’m so fucking sorry, dude.”

“I know.” Frankie sighed. “Take care, Gav. See you tomorrow at work, ok?”

Ending the call, Frankie put his phone on the table and pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket. The neatly folded paper looked small and meaningless, but Frankie couldn’t bring himself to open it. Finally, after a few seconds of starting at it, Frankie took a long deep breath. It was like pulling a bandaid off; he just needed to do it. The paper tremored in his shaking hands as Frankie slowly unfolded it.

$4,050. 

There it was, the offer, and then a cellphone number, probably Tilly’s. 

The number looked so innocuous, but Frankie’s heart sped up slightly. It was a bit less that he was making a month working for Malcolm but not so much that it would make a meaningful impact on his life. Damn it! This is what he had been afraid of. The offer was a serious one, not insulting, but one actually worth thinking about from a financial point of view. 

Frankie knew he needed to talk to someone about this. He needed an objective point of view, and Pope was the first person who sprung to mind. That wasn’t an option, though. Even if he had Pope’s number, which he didn’t, it would have meant revealing what Tilly wanted him to do. And that was the crux of the issue. Was Frankie prepared to sell his body?

Gavin had already been doing that. He was technically already a prostitute, but it had been out of his control. It was easy to blame it all on Gavin, but if he went down this road with Tilly, this would be his choice. There would be no getting around that. It would be all on him.

Frankie’s alarm jolted him awake the following morning. The sun was already up, and the sounds of traffic drifted through his partially open window. Groaning, Frankie reached over to shut it off and grabbed his phone. He had one message; it was from Tyler.

[Hey. How did it go with your friends? Miss you ♥️]

Sitting up, Frankie winced as his back cracked. He had meant to call or message Tyler on Monday but got distracted by Gavin and Tilly. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Frankie quickly typed his response.

[Sorry, meant to message. Things went great. It was good to see them. Will call later. Something has come up with Gav and his bullshit. I’ll fill you in once I get more details.]

By the time Frankie had showered and dressed, Tyler had replied.

[Ok. Keep me in the loop. Just wanted to make sure you were good ♥️]

Forcing himself to eat, Frankie stared into his cereal bowl. Withdrawal was hitting him full force now, smacking him with the double whammy of nightmares and fatigue. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep. 

He knew he wasn’t concentrating well. His thoughts felt slow, all of which was adding to the anxiety about Tilly’s offer. By the time he had finished his bowl, Frankie had a plan. He’d call Tilly on his lunch to arrange another meeting, but this time somewhere he chose. That way, he could get more details and make a better decision. 

Gavin wasn’t in the shop all that morning, sending Frankie into panic mode as his anxiety and cocaine withdrawal-induced paranoia collided. Every time the door opened, Frankie’s head shot up to check if it was the young blond and each time, his hopes were dashed. Malcolm seemed furious, Carl had briefly asked Frankie where Gavin was, and Frankie wasn’t sure if the older man believed him when he said he had no idea.

Finally, just before lunch Gavin arrived, visibly high, and was promptly torn a new one by his uncle. Frankie could only watch as Gavin left the shop, head hung with obvious tears in his eyes after clearing out his locker. Frankie didn’t know why Gavin would do something so stupid, like getting fired, but he suspected it had something to do with Tilly.

Grabbing his things for lunch, Frankie headed over to his truck before taking several deep calming breaths. It was time to get this over with. Keying in the number on the paper, Frankie heard the ringing before the call was answered.

“Hello? Garth Tilly, who is this?” Tilly’s voice on the other end sent a shiver up Frankie’s spine.

“It’s Frankie Morales.” Frankie hoped his voice sounded calmer than he felt.

“Oh.” Tilly’s voice immediately became more cheerful. “Thanks for calling. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I wanted to get more details about the job offer you made me.” Frankie started to play nervously with the hem of his shirt. “The offer is good, but I’d like to know more about what would be expected of me.”

“Of course, of course.” Frankie could hear Tilly shifting something about. “Shall I send a car to pick you up? Or would it be more convenient for me to come to you this time?”

Frankie paused for a moment to consider his options before answering. “We can meet here at the shop where I work. There are some sheds out the back, so we can speak privately.”

“Perfect.” Tilly sounded pleased. Frankie wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “You finished at 5, yes? I’ll be waiting for you when you're done.”

As the call ended, Frankie sat in silence. That felt too easy. Or was he overthinking it? Or was Tilly playing him? His thoughts shifted and contracted each other as he began to eat his lunch.

Sure enough, as 5 rolled around and the rest of the guys at the garage started to gather their things, Frankie found Tilly already waiting outside one of the storage sheds. He greeted Frankie with a wide grin, dressed casually in jeans and a worn-looking band t-shirt. A far cry from his usual image of the sharply dressed businessman.

“Hey there.” Tilly beamed, waiting patiently for Frankie to open the door before following him inside. “How's your day been?”

“Busy.” Frankie pulled two crates out to the center of the room, sitting on one of them. His whole body ached, and his stomach rolled uncomfortably. He just wanted to get this over with. “Did you have something to do with Gavin today?”

“Ah, young Mr. Ross.” Tilly took a seat on the crate next to Frankie’s. “I asked him to either quit or get fired from his job here. He’s going to be working for me for a while. Why, what did he do? Which did he choose?”

“Fired.” Frankie frowned. “Came in high.”

“Not what I would have done.” Tilly scowled, shaking his head. “He really is an idiot. Oh well, hopefully, he’ll be better behaved for me. Anyway, enough about Gavin. What did you want to talk to me about? Have you thought about the job?”

“Well,” Frankie swallowed, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was. Looking down at his hands, Frankie tried to gather his thoughts. “First of all, let me say thank you for the offer. It’s very generous, but it’s slightly less than I make per month now at the shop and-”

“Per month?” Tilly gave a short soft laugh. “No. No, that would be weekly.”

“Weekly?” Frankie’s head shot up. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” Tilly nodded, giving Frankie a small smile. “Look, I need a private mechanic. I wasn’t bullshitting about that. I have some fucking expensive and unique cars, and I need someone who knows what they are doing and is going to give a shit. But then the other side of the job, well… that requires discretion. And discretion costs money.”

Frankie nodded thoughtfully. Everything Tilly was saying made a certain sense. Tilly paused for a moment before continuing.

“Do you know why I had Gavin drug you?”

Frankie shook his head. “Figured you just liked me like that.”

“Not really.” Tilly frowned, shaking his head slowly. “I’m not a big fan of drugs. The real reason is simple. I’m not out. I have a few people who know in my inner circle, but to the rest of the world, I’m just another straight businessman. In my world, there are people who would use being gay against me, so I keep it under wraps. When I knew I wanted to keep seeing you, I had to figure out a way to keep my secret. Gavin was easy to deal with. I can scare him.” Tilly laughed. “But you, you were a different matter. An ex-Delta Force operator. Wow. Drug addict or not, you are not a guy to be messed with, so I knew I couldn’t bully you into keeping quiet.”

Tilly stood up and sighed. Frankie just watched as it began to pace, running his hand through his hair.

“All of this is before I got to know you, you understand.” Tilly turned, offering Frankie an apologetic look. “I needed to keep my secret, and you were already taking whatever Gavin gave you, so it seemed like a good solution.”

“It’s fucked up.” Frankie growled.

“It is. It was. It was a really fucked up thing for me to do.” Tilly stopped pacing and nodded. Turning to face Frankie once more, his shoulders dropped as Tilly swallowed hard. “You don’t remember anything from our time together, and I know you only have my word, but we never did anything you didn’t want to do.”

“Yeah, right.” Frankie scoffed.

“Honestly.” Tilly placed his right hand over his heart. “Whenever you didn’t like something, you told me so, and we would stop. Some nights, we didn’t even fuck; we just chatted, or sometimes we just cuddled. You told me about your time in the Army, your squad, the things you saw when serving, and how that’s why you started using coke. To stop the memories.”

Frankie looked up at Tilly. The other man was stood off to the side of the room, arms folded across his chest, looking over at Frankie with what felt like genuine fondness. 

“What else did I say?” Frankie asked cautiously. If he’d been out of it, he could have said anything. Fuck! What if Tilly knew about Tom?

“You never liked talking about it, so I never pushed.” Tilly shrugged. “But I know what you like and don’t like in bed. I know you like singing along to Fleetwood Mac, how much you like getting your hands dirty fixing things, and that your favorite movie is Return of the Jedi because of the Ewoks. I also know how much you miss your daughter and regret everything that happened with her mom.”

Tilly had his eyes locked with Frankie’s, but Frankie couldn’t help but duck his head down to hide his face with the brim of his baseball cap. Tears stung his eyes as he thought about his baby girl and how he must have laid naked with Tilly talking about her. When Frankie looked up, Tilly was crouched in front of him. 

“Frankie,” Tilly said softly, “I know this isn’t how you planned everything to go, but I can offer you a good job and a chance to get back on your feet.”

“As your whore.” 

“I wouldn’t use that word.” Tilly frowned. “I’d prefer to think of you as my companion. But technically speaking, yes, on top of your mechanic duties, you would also serve as a private escort. The pay reflects that. But to the outside world and on the books, you are my private mechanic. That’s what you can tell people because, well, it’s the truth.”

“If I agree to do this, there needs to be some rules.” Frankie sighed, wiping his eyes and staring up at Tilly. “Hard lines, got it?”

“I agree.” Tilly nodded, moving to sit next to Frankie. “Why don’t we take some time and put together some rules for each of us? Then next time we meet, we can go through them.”

“You make this sound like a business negotiation.” Frankie laughed mirthlessly. 

“Well, in many ways, it is.” Tilly shrugged. “We each need to know what the other is bringing to the table, where the lines are, as you said, and then we can put together contracts. One to cover your employment with the cars and a private one for your other services. It would be informal and not legally binding but still important.”

“All right.” Frankie pushed off of his knees to stand up, feeling his joints creak as he did. “Tomorrow?”

“Just tell me when and where?” Tilly nodded, smiling once more.

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[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Tilly

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie finally meets Garth Tilly and is made a surprising offer.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1533 Chapter: 14/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 13 / Part 1 / Masterpost

The drive to Tilly’s was quiet but relatively quick. This was a nice part of town with lots of coffee shops, bars, and office buildings. Frankie made a point to watch out of the window to make sure he knew where he was. With each turn down a new street, Frankie mapped out the journey in case he needed to get away on foot. And with each turn, Frankie was sure they weren’t going to the gym where Gavin had previously taken him to meet Tilly.

Finally, the car pulled up outside a stark white four-story building with blue-tinted windows. Gavin let out a long breath as the two men accompanying them exited the vehicle. They each approached the car's back doors, pulling them open and waiting for Frankie and Gavin to get out.

“This way, please.” One of the men motioned to the building. He hadn’t spoken before; his much sterner-sounding colleague had done the talking in the parking lot of the workshop. This man seemed moderately more polite as he escorted Frankie and a trembling Gavin through the main doors of the office.

The receptionist nodded to the man as the four of them passed by, heading straight for the elevators where the button for the top floor was pushed.

“Any idea what I should expect?” Frankie whispered to Gavin as the elevator lurched to life. Gavin just shook his head. Sweat was dripping from his brow, and his whole body seemed to be shaking. Frankie wouldn’t have been surprised if the poor boy suddenly wet himself.

“Mr. Tilly just wants a word.” The sterner of the two men spoke.

“Uh-huh.” Frankie took a deep breath, mentally taking notes of where the elevators and stairwells were as the group left the elevator.

This floor looked like it was divided into three main areas. To the left of the elevators was a seating area with square uncomfortable-looking sofas arranged around a glass coffee table. Directly across from the elevators was another reception desk, unmanned, with filling cabinets and a coffee machine behind it. Then to the right was a fake wall of frosted glass paneling with a set of double doors. Frankie could just read Garth Tilly - CEO, on the door in bold black letters before the less stern of the two men knocked.

“Come in.” A man’s voice answered, and the men pushed the doors open, ushering Frankie and Gavin inside.

The office was modestly decorated, with large picture windows lining one wall and dark wooden bookcases lining the other two. Directly opposite the doors were plush black leather sofas framing a heavy black metal coffee table. But it was the sleek modern mahogany desk that caught Franie's attention. Or rather, it was the man who sat behind it.

Garth Tilly sat with an amused smile on his handsome face. Somewhat tanned with dark blue eyes and neatly styled short curly black hair, Tilly leaned back in his chair. After a few seconds, he stood up and, in one fluid motion, gestured to the two chairs on the opposite side of the desk.

"Please, gentlemen, have a seat." His accent had a hint of something Frankie couldn’t quite put his finger on. Irish? Maybe Scottish? Whatever it was, it was faint, probably hidden long ago.

Very aware of the two men standing right behind them, Frankie grabbed the chair on the left and sat down. Tilly's eyes followed his every movement, and once Gavin was seated, Tilly dropped back down into his chair with a grin.

“Can I get either of you anything?” Tilly raised his eyebrows as he looked from Frankie to Gavin. “Tea, coffee?”

“I’m so sorry.” Gavin blurted out. Frankie whipped his head to look at the distressed younger man. “I know I lied, but I couldn’t get hold of him. And that’s not his fault, and I know I shouldn't have lied but-”

“Gavin.” Tilly held a hand up to stop Gavin. “Oh, Gavin. I understand, I really do. But this weekend just proves that this arrangement we have just isn’t working. You lie to me, and you dodge my questions. Why should I deal with the middleman when I can come to an agreement with Mr. Morales here?”

“But-”

“No buts Gavin. I want my money from you, and I’ll get it.” Tilly shook his head, looking at Gavin like he was scolding a child. “But from now on, I think Mr. Morales would appreciate being left out of your debt.”

“I don’t have your money.” Gavin more or less sobbed.

“I know.” Tilly’s voice was almost soothing. “Don’t worry. I have a new deal to offer you, but for now, go with Henry. He’ll take you home and make sure you don’t do anything foolish.”

The sterner of the two men put his hand on Gavin’s shoulder, and with shaking legs, Gavin began to stand.

“What are you going to do with him?” Frankie glared at Tilly.

“Don’t worry.” Tilly waved his hand at Henry for him to take Gavin. “I’m not going to hurt him. I think Gavin just needs some direction in his life, don’t you? He’s offered to work for me before, and I declined as it didn’t suit my interests. But now it does.”

Frankie turned in his seat to watch as Gavin was taken helplessly by Henry. With a slow, respectful nod, the remaining man left the room, leaving Frankie alone with Tilly. Turning back to face him, Frankie frowned as Tilly leaned back in his chair, his eyes hungrily raking over Frankie.

“Now, Mr. Morales, you and I have never really had a chance to have a proper conversation. I’m Garth Tilly.”

“We’ve never had a conversation because I’ve been drugged each time you’ve fucked me.” Frankie spat back, still scowling.

“True. Very true.” Tilly’s eyes flickered away for a second as he set his mouth into a thin line. “I thought it was necessary to protect my own interests, but you’re right. What I’ve been doing is not ok. It’s really not. Also, you’ve been clean for over a week now, and I’d hate to be the reason you break that streak.”

“How-?”

“I have eyes all over town. I have a proposition for you, Mr. Morales.” Tilly’s smile returned. “A chance for you to get your life back on track. Earn good money, stay clean, and even earn visitation rights for your daughter.”

Tilly clearly knew a lot about him, and Frankie could feel the hairs on the back of his arms standing up. He was at a massive disadvantage here. Frankie knew next to nothing about Tilly, and what he did know made him very wary.

“What would I have to do?” Frankie asked carefully, watching Tilly’s face for any shifts in mood.

“Work for me.” Tilly gave a small laugh and spread his hands like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“Doing what exactly?”

“I have a classic car collection, and I’m afraid I lack the skills necessary to properly care of them. You know your way around an engine.” Tilly shrugged. “Perhaps in time, you could get your pilot's license back and become my private pilot too. But for now, I’d like to hire you as my private mechanic.”

“A mechanic?” Frankie was caught off guard. “That’s all?”

“No.” Tilly shook his head, laughing. “From time to time, I would want to make use of your other… talents.” Tilly licked his lips on the last word and smiled playfully. “This is a big decision, I understand. Go home, think on it.”

Frankie opened his mouth to speak. To tell Tilly to go to hell, but as though he sensed Frankie’s response Tilly held a hand up and reached into his top desk drawer, pulling out a folded piece of paper.

“Here is what you’d be paid each month working for me as well as details of your contract should you agree.” He held out the folded paper to Frankie, who hesitated for a few seconds before taking it. “Now, if you head outside, Jacque will drive you back. If you want to talk or get any more details, my number is on there, so don’t hesitate to get in touch.”

And with that, as though this was a regular business meeting, Tilly stood up and offered his hand to Frankie. Looking down at Tilly’s outstretched hand, Frankie sighed before standing up and taking it. Tilly’s face lit up as he shook Frankie’s hand.

Frankie left Tilly’s office with a curt nod, finding Jacque, the more talkative of the two men who had driven him here just outside the door.

“I’m ready to leave now.” Frankie eyed him carefully, but Jacque just smiled, gesturing to the elevator.

“Right this way, Mr. Morales. I’ll have you back at your truck in no time.”

Following Jacque back out of the building and to a different car waiting out front Frankie made a mental note to check in on Gavin as soon as he got home. It didn’t seem to suit Tilly’s interests to hurt the boy, but Frankie knew that meant nothing to men like Tilly. What the fuck had Gavin gotten him into?

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[ghostofaboy]

k-holes and sticky floors

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 593

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Self-Esteem Issues, Oral, Anal, Anal Fisting, Anal Fingering, Spitroating, Threesome M/M/M, Group sex, Gangbang Angst, Frankie not coping, Dubious Consent

Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes.

The floor was sticky. He wasn’t sure if it was from the drinks split earlier in the night or from what was being spilled on it now. His knees were going to kill him tomorrow, and so was his back, but right now, Frankie didn’t care. Right now, he felt good, and the voices and the guilt were silent, and that’s all that mattered.

He could feel his eyes rolling back into his head, his brain too fuzzy from the drugs he’d taken earlier to properly control his body, and he could hear someone laughing above him.

Skin slapped against skin as the younger man behind him drove his cock into Frankie’s ass over and over. It hurt, sort of, but in a good way. The stretch of the cock filling him, the hips hitting his ass roughly, and the coarse carpet rubbing against his already sore knees.

Sweat was pouring off him, and it would be running into his eye if not for the second man holding his hair and head. The second cock stuffed into his mouth was lazily moved in and out, this young man just as high as him with half of his tolerance. This one wasn’t going to last long, he was already swaying, and his cock was only half-hard and rapidly softening.

With a groan, the man behind him came pulling out of Frankie unceremoniously, cum leaking out onto the dirty carpet from his gaping asshole.

“Fuck!” He could hear more laughing. Gary? Was that his name? The guy from Frankie’s work. Gary? No. Gavin, that was it. Gavin was speaking to one of his friends. One of the friends he had urged Frankie to meet despite the group of men being at least fifteen years younger than him. He’d hesitated, but ultimately the promise of drugs and drink had been too much. So he’d gotten into Gavin’s car and come to a shitty hole of a house belonging to one of Gavin’s friends, Josh.

Frankie was pretty sure his name was Josh. He was the one swaying with his soft cock in Frankie’s mouth right now.

“Josh? Josh buddy?” Frankie smiled to himself at remembering his name correctly as the guy who had just finished in him called over.

“Fuck him.” Gavin laughed more. “He’s wasted. Tyler? You ready to go again?”

“Fuck yeah.” Tyler stood up, pulling josh out of Frankie’s mouth and setting his inebriated friend on the couch. Frankie glanced up at the large, built man who had been the first to fuck him this night. Tyler had been impatient and rough, and once he’d cum Gavin had taken his place, then… and then. Then it had been Evan, who had just cum in him.

Frankie was exhausted, filled with cum, covered in sweat, and too fucked to move. The coke and ket in his system made him feel like his body wasn’t his own. He could feel just enough to keep him hard but with the ket's numbing effects, leaving him unable to cum.

The floor was sticky, but Frankie was pretty sure it wasn’t from him. He couldn’t keep track of the four younger men around him. Their semi-clothed bodies against his naked form on all fours on the sticky floor. Time seemed to warp, slowing down as a hand was pushed into him, speeding up as conversations around him seemed to skip.

He’d be sore in the morning unless it was already morning, but Frankie didn’t care. The guilt, the voices, the loathing were quieter, and that’s all that mattered.

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[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - A Corner To Turn

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie reflects on the last time he saw Will and Benny.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 776 Chapter: 6/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent, mentions of anal sex, mentions of threesomes m/m/m, mentions of public sex

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 5 / Part 1 / Masterpost

The alarm beeped obnoxiously loud, making Frankie groan. He’d bought one that loud on purpose, so he had no excuse not to wake up no matter what he’d taken the night before. Rolling over, Frankie slapped his hand down on it to silence the damn thing, glancing at the time as he did so.

07:00

It had been about 7 last night when his body had finally given in and…

Frankie paused as he began to sit up. Tyler. Tyler had taken him home. Come in. Looked after him and put him to bed.

Climbing out of bed, Frankie wondered if Tyler was still there. Probably not, considering that it was 12 hours later. Pulling on clean clothes for work and dragging a comb through his hair, Frankie looked in the mirror that hung over his drawers. He actually looked decent for once. Like a person. Not quite like his old self yet though. Not quite like the guy before Lorea. Before Tom.

“Fuck.” Frankie muttered. He hadn’t thought about Tom in so long. He’d deliberately not thought about any of the shit that happened in South America. That was what the drugs were for. To shut those memories down.

Glancing around, Frankie found his phone on the bedside table. Fully charged, although he didn’t remember plugging it in. As he unplugged it, the screen lit up. He had three new messages. The first one was from Josh.

[Hey. Finished the edit. Cut the 2nd half out. Dunno if u even want to keep it. Speak to u soon.]

The next was from Gavin.

[U were amazing. C U at work baby]

Frankie rolled his eyes. Fuck that guy. Tyler and Josh had been right. Gavin had waited until he was high to ask about filming. He knew Frankie would never have agreed otherwise. Asshole.

The third message made Frankie’s heart almost stop. It was from Will.

[Hey Fish. Not heard from you in a while. Ben has another fight booked next weekend. Wondering if you wanted to come watch with me? Will. ]

Will. Benny. God, he wanted to see them both so much. Missed them so much. But fuck. He’d fallen so far. Further than they knew.

The last time he’d seen Will was when Maya had called him to drag Frankie out of the house they had once shared. He had been high. So high Maya had been scared out of her mind for herself and Sofia. Will had arrived and practically carried Frankie away. The shame and pity in Will’s eyes had crushed Frankie. So he’d run. Wriggled out of Will’s arms, picked a random direction, and just ran.

The last time Frankie had seen Benny had been in a bar a week later. Benny had tried to talk him into staying with him. Tried to take Frankie home with him, but Frankie had ignored him. Finally Benny went away.

Frankie’s slid his phone into his back pocket and sat back down in the bed. His head was clearer than it had been in a while, and he sighed as he realized that hadn’t been the last time he saw Benny. That had been the last time Benny had seen him.

The last time Frankie had really seen Benny had been in a bar about two months ago. Benny had been out drinking with his gym friends. He and a buddy had gone for a piss and laughed loudly at the three guys fucking in the bathroom stall. Frankie would know that laugh anywhere. Even high, Frankie knew Benny’s laugh. Even as Gavin and some random guy spitroasted him in a grimy dive bar men's room. That was the night Frankie stopped asking Gavin what he was giving him. That was the night he gave up caring.

The clock read 07:30 now. Frankie needed to finish getting ready and head out. Taking a deep breath, he stood and headed towards his bedroom door.

The first thing Frankie noticed as he stepped into the living area of his small apartment was how tidy it was. Not just tidy but clean. No cans or bottles strewn about. No clothes were draped over the chairs or sofa. The floor looked like it had been swept and mopped. All his dishes had been washed, and standing in his kitchenette was Tyler.

“Morning.” Tyler’s honey-colored eyes shined as he smiled to greet Frankie. Looking over towards the sofa, Frankie noticed the blanket neatly folded at one end and couldn’t help but smile. “You hungry? I made breakfast.”

“Morning, Ty.” Frankie smiled back. The heavy weight around his neck and shoulders lifting ever so slightly. “I’m starved.”

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[ghostofaboy]

Next chapter of Rock Bottom coming tomorrow.

Frankie is off to speak to Tilly again and we'll find out if he accepts the job offer.

Rock Bottom Masterpost

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[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Cravings

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

After catching up with Will and Benny, Frankie has a much-needed talk with Gavin.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 3133 Chapter: 13/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, Self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent, mentions of group sex, mentions of public sex, mentions of prostitution, mentions of non-consensual drug use

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 12 / Part 1 / Masterpost

It felt so good to be around his old friends. That was all Frankie could think as he sat watching Benny chat about everything and nothing while Will laughed. It felt so fucking good. The only thing that could have made this moment better would have been if Pope had been with them too. All of them back together, well, all that was left after…

“Do you guys ever hear from Pope?” Frankie leaned forward, putting his empty beer bottle on Will’s coffee table. Benny shrugged noncommittally.

“On and off. You know how he is.”

“Yeah, same.” Will looked thoughtful for a moment. “He’s back in the States, last I heard. Not sure where, though.”

Frankie swallowed the bitter feeling that he hadn’t even known his oldest friend was back in the country. That hurt. Did Pope even know he had been using again? Probably. Will would have told him, Frankie thought, as a twinge of regret and loss hit him. 

“So things didn’t work out in Australia?” He tried to keep his voice even, his tone light, but Frankie watched as Benny’s eyes flicked over to his brothers for a second.

“Apparently not.” Will shook his head. “Don’t know the details. He never told me. But he’s working for a private security firm now.”

“I looked them up.” Benny shifted in his seat next to Frankie. “They’ve got offices in LA, New York, Boston, and Louisville, so he could be based out of any of them.”

“My money’d be on New York.” Will chuckled.

“Nah, too cold.” Frankie shook his head, smiling. “He’s such as little bitch about the cold.”

“Yeah.” Benny threw his head back with a loud bark of laughter. “I would have said LA.”

Frankie nodded and joined in Benny’s laughing. The feelings of abandonment fading away as it became more obvious to him that Will and Benny were almost as in the dark about Pope’s life as he was. Will got up to get another trio of beers from his kitchen as Frankie’s shoulders bounced with laughter. It felt good to relax, to let his guard down after so long. He almost didn’t feel Benny’s arm snake around his shoulders and pull him closer into an awkwardly angled hug.

“Missed you.” Benny wrapped his other arm across Frankie’s chest, pulling him against Benny’s torso. Frankie could feel the heat creeping up his cheeks as Benny mumbled drunkenly into his hair. “It’s been way too long. Didn’t know where you were, and then Will said you were workin’ for Malcolm Ross, and I thought about goin’ over there and…”

“I missed you too.” Frankie buried his face into Benny’s neck. His skin was hot and smelt of the same damn cedar shower gel Benny always used. “Sorry for…”

“You don’t need to apologize to us, Fish.” Frankie could hear Will set the fresh bottles down on the table as he rejoined them. “You weren’t coping, and I should have spotted it. Help you get into a program.”

“It’s not your job to look after me.” Frankie shuffled over to tuck himself next to Benny but still face Will to talk. “I’m a grown-ass man. I chose to get high. They were my very poor decisions.”

“So, are things over with Maya?” Benny rested his head on top of Frankie’s. Frankie just nodded. “Fuck, man. I’m so sorry. What about Sofia?”

“It’s gonna take work until Maya trusts me again, so until then, she won’t let me see her.” Frankie frown, absentmindedly rubbing Benny’s ridiculously flat stomach. “I get it. I fucking scared her, man. She needs to put Sofia first. But I’m gonna do it.”

“Yeah, you said you met someone who was helping you.” Will nodded, looking at Frankie almost proudly. 

“Yeah.” Frankie bit his lip, unsure how much to tell them about his new thing with Tyler. Was it a relationship? He wasn’t sure. “I’ve been working for Malcolm. He gave me a place too. I was getting high with his nephew, who introduced me to some of his friends. The nephew is an asshole, but these new guys are ok. One of them is helping me stay clean. He’s self-employed and has been telling me about some of the stuff he does online. It’s very interesting, pays well, but I’m not sure if it’s for me. One step at a time, though. I want to stay clean and stick at that before jumping into anything new.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Will continued to nod, smiling at Frankie. “If you want me to find you a program, there are a few for veterans now. I could put a word in.”

“I’d like that.” Frankie smiled back, fighting tears that were beginning to form.

“What does this guy do online?” Benny asked sleepily. “What’s his name?”

“Tyler, and it’s just streaming and stuff.” Frankie answered vaguely. “It’s kind of a freelance gig situation.”

Frankie could feel Benny’s body tense ever so slightly. He wasn’t buying it, and Frankie knew it, but Benny was letting it go for now.

“You both look like you’re about to fall asleep.” Will began to chuckle, taking a long swig of his beer. Benny hummed into Frankie’s hair in response. All Frankie could do was smile and nod. His exhaustion was hitting him quickly now. 

Will laughed again as Frankie stifled a yawn. He’d been so nervous about seeing Will and Benny again he hadn’t realized how tense he’d been. Now that those nerves were gone and his body relaxed, all Frankie wanted to do was curl up next to Benny and sleep for a year.

“Come on, you two.” Will began to stand up. “Fish, I got a spare room you are more than welcome to. Benny, you can have the couch.”

“Hey, how come I get the couch?” The younger Miller grumbled as Frankie untangled himself and stood up. 

“You’re the youngest with the least fucked back.” Frankie patted him sloppily on the head, earning him a grin from Benny. “Night night, Benny boy.”

“G’night, Fish.” Frankie heard Benny mumble as he followed Will up the stairs to bed.

Frankie got up early at Will’s and was utterly unsurprised to see the older Miller brother up and about already. After grabbing some breakfast to go and thanking Will for a great night, Frankie made his excuses and headed home to change. Will promised to call Frankie later in the week about joining a program, and as Frankie left to get ready for work, Benny was still fast asleep on the sofa. 

That Monday morning passed like any other at the shop. The guys chatted and caught up on their weekends. Malcolm and Carl gave out jobs to them, and everyone buckled down, freshly rested and eager to earn their pay. Frankie noticed out of the corner of his eye Gavin was watching him from the other side of the shop floor. He’d promised Gavin they would talk today about the young man’s issues with Garth Tilly, but honestly, Frankie had no idea what he was going to say. Realistically Gavin’s debt was not his problem.

By the time lunchtime rolled around, Frankie was struggling. His withdrawal was setting in, and his whole body felt like it was slowing down. Every little complication while he was doing this simple battery replacement was beginning to agitate him. Tiny little things that he could easily solve suddenly felt overwhelming. 

Standing up and cracking his back, Frankie let out a long sigh. He knew this would be coming, and he knew he had to ride it out. Didn’t make it any easier or pleasant, though. A loud growl from his stomach snapped him out of his train of thought. Increased appetite was also a withdrawal symptom, and he’d not eaten since early that morning.

Head towards the breakroom, Frankie was a few steps from the door when he heard a soft cough. Turning his head, he found Gavin waiting for him. Two neatly wrapped sandwiches in hand.

“Hey, man.” The younger man looked nervous as he offered one of the lunches to Frankie. “Can we talk? I, erm, I made you this.”

“Thanks.” Frankie eyed the food carefully as he took it. “It’s not spiked, is it?”

“Fuck, man. No.” Gavin looked genuinely hurt at Frankie’s question. “I just thought it would save time and also… fuck… my mom made it ok.”

Frankie sighed. He was starving and hadn’t made anything for himself. He had planned to just get something from the vending machine, but this was much better. “Thanks. Outside?”

“Yeah.” Gavin nodded and followed Frankie out into the car park. 

Finding a spot to sit, Frankie began to greedily tuck into the sandwich while Gavin picked at his. After a few minutes, Gavin took a deep breath and spoke.

“So, yeah. Like I said last night. I, um, owe Tilly a shit ton of money.”

“Yeah, and like I said last night.” Frankie paused eating for a moment. “Why is that my problem?”

“Fuck Frank!” Gavin looked down at his untouched lunch. “I’m sorry. Ok? I know I’ve done some fucked up stuff, but please. I’m beggin’ you, man, I don’t know how to fix this.”

“Ok.” Frankie stuffed some more food into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully for a second. “Start at the beginning. How did you get in this fucking mess?”

“I borrowed money from Tilly last year.�� Gavin ran a hand through his hair as he began to explain. “But he added so much interest I couldn’t pay it back. So I started dealin’. That worked for a while until some guys said I was on their turf and kicked the shit outta me.”

“Ok, so how do I figure into this?” Frankie sighed. “When did pimping me out become your grand fucking solution?”

“I didn’t have a fuckin’ plan, Frank. I was panickin’, so I figured if Tilly was gonna kill me, I may as well enjoy life, you know?” Gavin frowned. “That’s when we started fuckin’. It was fun and stopped me thinkin’ about Tilly. Then one night, we were at this dive bar, and I was fuckin’ you in the restroom. This guy catches us, and instead of yellin’ or bein’ a dick, he asked if he could join in.”

“So you let him?” Frankie nodded, vaguely remembering the night in question. 

“Yeah. I got off on it, and so when it happened again, I thought fuck it, why not charge people?” Gavin shrugged, looking at Frankie apologetically. 

“How many men have paid to fuck me?” The words were out of Frankie’s mouth before he could even consider whether or not he wanted the answer. 

Gavin paused and stared at the ground. Frankie’s stomach felt like it was sinking into his feet as it dawned on him that Gavin might not know. It might be so many Gavin had lost count.

“About 20, I think.” Gavin said finally after what felt like an eternity. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Frankie tried to keep his voice down as a wave of rage swept over him. “20? How… are you sure?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Gavin took one small bite of his sandwich while avoiding Frankie’s gaze. “I took you to a couple of frat parties. You got, um, gangbanged.” He said in a small quiet voice. “Without them, it would be like 5 or 6 guys, a couple of them more than once.”

“Motherfucker.” Frankie muttered, glaring at Gavin. “Do I at least cost a decent amount?”

“Yeah, man.” Gavin gulped. “And I was usin’ the money to pay off Tilly. Everythin’ was fine… until he found out how I was gettin’ the money. Said he was suspicious cos I suddenly had cash. That’s when he wanted to meet you.”

“I kinda remember that.” Frankie said, finishing off his lunch and balling up the paper wrap. “The gym, right? I blew a guy.”

“Yeah, that was one of his… I dunno what you’d call them? Bodyguard, I guess.” Gaving shrugged. “After that, it’s been a regular thing. Him seein’ you, that is. I take you to him and pick you up when you’re done.”

“How come I don’t remember any of this?”

“He gave me somethin’ to give you. You don’t ask when I give you stuff to get high, so I just give you his shit when you’re goin’ to see him.” Gavin sat looking at his hands.

“So, how much do you still owe Tilly?” Frankie sighed.

“A lot.” Gavin held out what was left of his lunch for Frankie to take. He’d only taken a single bite, and after looking down at it for a few seconds, Frankie frowned and took the sandwich. “Chargin’ guys to fuck you brought in good money, and it made a dent in what I owe. But shit man, I don’t know what I’ve fuckin’ doin’, and it’s really hard knowin’ how to find them. It’s not like I can just post an ad without gettin’ us both arrested.”

“So the only reason you didn’t become my full-time pimp is you didn’t know how?” Frankie scoffed. 

“No, no, man. That’s not what I mean.” Gavin frowned, turning to look at Frankie for the first time since they sat down. “Look, whatever you think of me, you gotta know I don’t want to see you hurt. I needed money, but not if it meant some asshole killin’ you in some dive motel. That’s why I jumped on the idea when Ty mentioned his porn stuff. Make money with people who won’t hurt you. Fuckin’ perfect. Or it was meant to be.”

“For fucks sake. Why is this my problem, Gav?” Frankie was getting pissed off. It was always the same with Gavin. He was full of excuses. “You owe Tilly money, not me.”

“Seriously? He’ll kill me.”

“Have you tried selling your car to pay him back?” Frankie threw his hands up, his patience with the younger man rapidly wearing out.

“You don't understand I’ve offered him everythin’ I have. I’ve offered to work for him. But he keeps talkin’ about you.” Gavin leapt up and began pacing. “Every time I try to find a new way to pay him back, he says he wants time with you.”

“What does he do with me?” Frankie frowned, unsure if he really wanted the answer to that question. 

Gavin continued to pace, shaking his head. “I don’t know. I wait outside until he leaves and then take you home. You’re always dressed when I go in. Sleepy but dressed.”

“Sleepy?” Frankie’s eyebrows shot up. Sleepy didn’t sound fucking good.

“Yeah, from the shit he makes me give you.”

“Makes you does he?”

“Fuck Frank. Yeah.” Gavin stopped pacing. “Getting high for fun is one thing, but whatever he’s been givin’ me to give to you is like a fuckin’ date-rape drug or somethin’. You don’t remember anythin’ afterward, and I dunno what you’re like on it.”

“Fuck, Gav.” Frankie lifted his cap up and ran a hair through his hair before tugging the cap back on. “Come to mine, and we’ll talk to Ty.”

The rest of the day went by annoyingly slowly, and Frankie was ready to drop by the time the other guys were saying their goodbyes for the day and packing up. 

His concentration had been drifting for the past hour while his whole body was already aching. Fuck he wanted some coke. Just a little bit. Just enough to pick him back up. It would be so easy too. Gavin probably had some on him or in his car.

Chewing on his lip, Frankie scanned the workshop for the young blond, but he was nowhere to be seen. Damn it. No. That was a good thing, Frankie thought as he pushed through the craving. He didn't need the coke. He just wanted it. Tomorrow he'd feel a little better. One day at a time. He just needed sleep.

"What you hanging around for, Morales?" Carl strode over to him, his thumbs hooked into his belt loops. “Day’s over.”

“Just looking for Gav.” Frankie shrugged.

“Oh yeah?” Carl smirked. “Yeah, I bet you are.”

“What’s that meant to mean?” Frankie frowned at the rotund older man. 

Carl approached Frankie slowly, almost cockily. His eyes looked Frankie up and down as he smiled smugly. “Just that you two ain’t as sly as you think. Sneaking off to the sheds at the back? You think I don’t know everything that goes on here?”

Frankie’s blood ran cold. Did Carl know about what Gavin had had him doing on their lunches in the shed or the men's room?

“You ain’t quiet Morales.” Carl chuckled, shaking his head. “Look, it ain’t my business who you screw, but I’d knock it on the head before Malc finds out if I were you. Gavin is his nephew.”

Frankie nodded mutely as Carl gave another chuckle and walked off. That was just perfect. The guy who already disliked him now knew about him and Gavin. Wonderful.

“Hey!” Gavin’s voice came from across the workshop as he exited the breakroom. “You ready to go? Your place, right?”

“Right.” Frankie answered quietly, following Gavin outside and heading toward his truck. “You gonna follow me or…” He turned to ask Gavin, only to find the younger man standing, staring dumbly at his own beat-up car.

“Shit.” He heard Gavin whisper.

Following Gavin’s eye line, Frankie could see two men leaning up against Gavin’s piece of crap Chrysler. They were dressed in immaculate suits, clean-shaven with neat sensible haircuts. They looked like accountants, although given Gavin’s reaction, they were most likely some of Tilly’s men. Frankie frowned as he headed over. 

“Hi there, fellas.” Frankie raised a hand to wave with a forced friendly smile. “Is there something we can help you with? The shop’s closed for the day, but if you need-”

“Tilly wants to talk to you.” One spoke, cutting off Frankie and fixing him with a cold stare.

Gavin stepped forward next to Frankie. “Look, I-”

“Both of you.” The man spoke again, raising an eyebrow as he looked them both over. 

Both men pushed off Gavin’s car in sync and began walking towards a much nicer black BMW parked a couple of spaces away. While the man who had been speaking walked around to the driver's side, the other man opened the back door motioning for Frankie and Gavin to get in.

“I guess we’re going to talk to Tilly.” Frankie grumbled, giving Gavin a slight shove towards the car before climbing into the next seat.

As the door slammed shut and the other man climbed into the front with his companion, Frankie glanced at the sweating Gavin. What the fuck had he been dragged into?

#triple frontier #frankie 'catfish' morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x original male character(s) #frankie morales x male character #m/m fiction #rock bottom fic

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - This Isn't A Craig David Song

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie spends the weeks getting closer to Tyler.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1712 Chapter: 7/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, Self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent, oral sex, anal sex

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 6 / Part 1 / Masterpost

The week passed by without anything exciting happening. Work was work. Hard but honest. Gavin had finally rolled in on Wednesday afternoon and was promptly torn a new one by his uncle Malcolm. He had been sent home without pay, and Frankie had enjoyed an entire week without dealing with Gavin’s bullshit at lunchtime. As nice as that was, it also meant that Frankie hadn’t had a chance to talk to Gavin about what had happened at the weekend.

On Monday, he’d been planning to punch Gavin. It probably would have cost him his job, and considering Malcolm was also his landlord, it probably would have cost him his apartment. So when Gavin didn’t show, it was most likely a good thing.

That night Tyler had shown up at his door, and they’d talked some more. They watched tv and talked about shows they liked. Frankie had cooked some basic pasta, but they talked about favorite foods. It had been nice to spend time with someone. It was late by the time Tyler left, and Frankie had tidied up and then gone straight to bed.

On Tuesday, Frankie started to rehearse what he wanted to say to Gavin. How he should have talked about filming when they were sober. That way, Frankie could have asked more questions. All day, Frankie thought about what questions he would have asked. All he could come up with by that night was: why him?

Tuesday night, Tyler came round again. He had bought groceries, and Frankie laughed, listening to Tyler tell stupid jokes while he made him and Frankie enchiladas. Afterward, they had talked a little about music before Tyler went quiet.

“What’s up?” Frankie handed him a beer from the fridge and flopped back down onto the couch.

“Can I ask you a question?” Tyler sort of half smiled.

“Sure.” Frankie took a deep breath. He knew what was coming.

“I’m not sure how to phrase this.” Tyler gave an embarrassed laugh. “Erm, why do you get high? I mean, you don’t do it for fun. I’ve figured that out. And you would have to be pretty erm…”

“Desperate?” Frankie chimed in. “To do what Gavin has me doing.”

“Yeah, man.” Tyler frowned.

“Maybe I’m just another junkie.” Frankie spat out, then drained his beer.

“No. No, I don't think so.” Tyler shook his head. “I’ve seen junkies. You’re not there, not yet anyway.”

“Drop it, Ty.” Frankie couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Ok, Frank.”

Frankie had spent Wednesday morning thinking over what Tyler had asked him. He knew why he got high but fuck, how could he even start to explain that to someone. Thinking about it made him think of Tom, and Frankie had damn near lost his lunch. Carl had walked passed as he heaved and shot him a look. Frankie knew what Carl was thinking. Fuck him. He didn’t have a fucking clue.

When Gavin had strolled in a little after two, all eyes were on him. Frankie watched along with the rest of the crew as Malcolm tore down the stairs from his office. Gavin had the audacity to smirk as he followed his uncle back up to the office. Less than twenty minutes later, he was stomping back down those same stairs with a furious expression on his face before slamming the workshop door on his way out.

That night Tyler came round again with a pizza he’d picked up on the way over.

“Good day?” Tyler smiled that big goofy smile at Frankie, and Frankie’s mood was immediately lifted. Damn that smile.

“Kinda. Gavin finally showed up to work, and then Malcolm suspended him.” Frankie answered between mouthfuls of pizza.

Tyler roared, laughing. “Stupid fucking asshole. Where the fuck has he been?”

Frankie just shrugged and laughed.

They spent the rest of the night watching tv. Tyler got up to use the bathroom at one point, and when he came back, he sat down next to Frankie on the couch. Not the chair or the other end of the sofa, but right next to Frankie. They carried on watching some comedy show about Brooklyn cops, but Frankie couldn’t really concentrate.

He could feel the heat from Tyler’s thigh next to his own. Every time Tyler laughed, he seemed to shift a little closer to Frankie. Eventually, though, it got late, and Tyler got up to leave.

“Better get going.” He smiled that fucking smile at Frankie. “You’ve got work in the morning.”

“Yeah.” Frankie couldn’t help smiling back as he walked Tyler to the door. “See you tomorrow night?”

Tyler stopped in the open doorway and nodded. “Yeah. If that’s ok, I mean.”

Before he really knew what he was doing, Frankie had closed the gap between them. Before he could talk himself out of it, his lips were on Tyler’s. Tyler blinked in surprise before returning the gentle kiss.

Pulling away, Frankie could feel the blush creeping up and knew that his face must be beet red. Tyler was also blushing and smiling again.

“See you tomorrow.” He smiled shyly as he left Frankie blushing in the doorway.

Thursday came and went so quickly and yet so slowly that Frankie almost felt like the universe was fucking with him. Work was uneventful. Carl had it in for Paul for some reason. Frankie didn’t know why. Paul was a dull son of a bitch with all the personality of a turnip, but he was a hard worker. Frankie tuned out Carl’s rants as his thoughts drifted back to Tyler. Frankie had spent nearly all of Thursday thinking about Tyler.

Just like he’d said he would, Tyler came back on Thursday night. From the moment Tyler had knocked on his door again, Frankie was on him. Lips crushed against lips as they pulled each other’s clothes off. Tyler had kissed his way down Frankie’s neck to his chest. Pulling his t-shirt up and off to get to Frankie’s nipples, Tyler had nipped and sucked on them before continuing down.

They had paused briefly as they awkwardly pulled their jeans off. Shoes being stubborn, zippers not cooperating and boxers getting tangled on legs eventually had them both chuckling. The laughing stopped as soon as both of their erections were free.

Tyler locked eyes with Frankie before pushing him down onto the couch. Frankie gasped as Tyler’s mouth enveloped his cock. Tyler sucked and pumped Frankie until Frankie couldn’t keep his moans quiet. Just as he could feel his orgasm building, Tyler stopped and grinned at him.

“Lube?”

Frankie grinned. “Bedroom.” He panted back.

The rest of Thursday night was spent riding Tyler on the couch.

Frankie had woken up on Friday morning to Tyler groaning next to him in bed.

“Dude. You get up way too early.”

Frankie had just laughed, given him a kiss, and gotten ready for work.

Work had been typical. Apparently, Carl and Paul were friends again, so everything in the workshop was calm, and the day carried on as usual.

Frankie wondered what Tyler would make for dinner tonight as he pulled on his jacket. Tyler had said he’d be waiting for Frankie when he’d left that morning. Frankie couldn’t stop himself from grinning whenever he thought about the younger man waiting for him at home.

Stepping out of the workshop, Frankie turned and headed toward his truck. The sun was already setting and was glinting off the various windshields blinding him. It wasn’t until he was almost there that Frankie finally saw someone leaning against his truck, waiting for him.

At first, his heart leaped. Tyler. That handsome fucker had come to meet him at work. But then Frankie's heart sank. He saw the blond hair, the way the man leaned, and he knew who it was.

“Gavin.” Frankie sighed and nodded.

“Hey, Frank.” Gavin grinned. “How you doing?”

“I’m good.” Frankie stopped at his driver’s door, which Gavin was still leaning on. “You?”

“I’m all good, Frank.” Gavin looked around at the emptying parking lot. “Hey, you wanna party? I know a couple of guys who really want to meet you.”

“No.” Frankie shook his head. “We need to talk, Gav.”

“Come on, Frank.” Gavin’s smile fell. “We go to this guy's house. We get fucked up, then you get fucked. All. Night. Long.” Gavin laughed even as Frankie shook his head again. “Come on, are you serious? I know you must want some. You ain’t had any shit since last weekend, and I know you ain’t had any cock in you all week. You must be hurting for a bit of both.”

Gavin stepped forward, his eyes drifting down to Frankie’s crotch. Frankie took a deep breath as he took a step back. Gavin’s appraisal of him was making him increasingly uncomfortable.

“I said no. We need to talk.” Frankie scowled at Gavin, who just rolled his eyes. “I want to talk to you about the filming.”

“What about it?” Gavin set his mouth into a hard thin line. “You said yes to it if that’s what this is about. No one did anything to you you didn’t want.”

“You only asked me once I was already high.” Frankie tried to focus on his breathing to control his temper. Screaming about this in public wasn’t how Frankie wanted this to go. “You waited until I was high. You knew I’d say no otherwise. You think I want other people to see the shit you do to me? Huh?”

“No one makes you do shit, Frank. If you wanted to get high some other way, you would, but you keep coming back to me, and we both know why.” Gavin glared. “You like it. You like feeling dirty. You like being used. But yeah, you know what, I’ll hold my hands up. I should have asked you sober. I didn’t want you to say no, I guess. You know why? Money. Tyler says there’s good money in it.” Gavin shrugged. “Fucking his idea anyway.”

“Liar!” Frankie’s heart felt like it was going to stop. No. Not Tyler. "You're a fucking lying piece of shit!"

“Fuck you!” Gavin yelled back. “Tyler came to me after that first time. He said you were too fucking good not to film. He should know. It’s his fucking job.”

#frankie morales x original male character(s) #frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #francisco morales x original male character(s) #triple frontier #m/m fiction #rock bottom fic

[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - A Small Light

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Tyler takes Frankie home and tries to figure out why he's letting Gavin use him.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 683 Chapter: 5/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, Self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 4 / Part 1 / Masterpost

The car ride home was one filled with awkward silence. To begin with, Tyler had attempted small talk, but after getting little back from Frankie, he had given up. Now they drove through town towards Frankie’s apartment building with only the occasional huff from Tyler when another driver pissed him off.

After watching the video, Frankie had finished dressing and sat in the sitting room in a daze. Tyler had paced. Josh had babbled on about edits and how he could blur out Frankie’s face. Finally, Josh had promised that nothing would be uploaded without Frankie’s final say. He would get to make that decision and only him. Frankie had just nodded. Then Tyler had offered to drive him home since he’d arrived with Gavin, and Frankie had just nodded.

Pulling up into the parking lot of Frankie’s building, Tyler hesitated for a couple of seconds before shutting off the engine.

“I’m sorry.” He said, almost in a whisper, turning to Frankie. “I thought… fuck! I don’t know. I’m just, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Frankie lied. He really didn’t want to get into this. He wanted to go to his apartment and shower. He wanted to not smell like sweat and sex. Then he wanted to take some of the shit he got from Gavin and sleep. Or at least not think.

“It’s not fine.” Tyler was not giving up. “Something you said earlier stuck with me, and I can’t get it out of my head. We were talking about how much you remember. And you said it depends.”

“Yeah.” Frankie turned his head just enough to look at Tyler. His handsome face was filled with worry and something else. Something Frankie recognized all too well. Anger. Anger mixed with guilt. “I said it depends-”

“You said it depends what Gavin has given me.” Tyler almost growled out. “On what he has given you. Do you even know what he gives you each time? Or do you just have to trust him? That’s he’s not going to fucking kill you.”

“I stopped asking after I realized I didn’t care.” Frankie sighed, watching the shock of his truthful answer hit Tyler like a slap. “He gets me high and…”

Tyler waited for Frankie to finish his sentence before speaking. “And he gets to do what he wants to you? Is that the deal?”

“Yeah.” Frankie nodded slowly. Hearing another person say it out loud made it sound worse than he thought. Seedier. He had thought he couldn’t feel any dirtier, but apparently, he was wrong. The look on Tyler’s face said it all. He was disgusted by Frankie.

“Shit.” Tyler shook his head and looked away out the driver's window. He didn't say anything as Frankie opened his door and got out of the car.

Frankie's knees ached as he climbed the stairs to the second floor and made his way along the walkway with its railing covered in flaking paint to his door. Digging through his pockets for his keys, he could hear footsteps to his left, where he’s just come from, and turning his head Frankie was surprised to see Tyler.

“I’m sorry.” The younger man repeated. “I know you don’t want to talk about this, but I can’t let this go.”

Sliding his key into the lock, Frankie frowned. “Why?”

“Cos I give a shit.”

Frankie laughed harshly and coldly. “About me?”

“Yeah, about you.”

The rest of the day had been so weird and so nice Frankie didn’t know how to process it. Tyer can come in with him but hadn’t pressed the matter any further. Instead, he’d tidied the apartment while Frankie showered. He’d ordered take-out and paid when he realized Frankie had no food in. Then he’d sat with Frankie and watched tv until Frankie was too tired to keep his eyes open. The last thing Frankie remembered of that Sunday was Tyler helping him to bed.

It had felt so nice, so domestic, having someone look after him. And for the first time in a long while, Frankie went to sleep sober and didn’t dream of Tom.

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[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Clarity

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie confronts Tyler about his role in the video.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1314 Chapter: 8/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, Self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent, amateur porn, mentions of oral sex

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 7 / Part 1 / Masterpost

Gavin’s words played over and over in Frankie’s head as he drove the 30 minutes from the workshop to his apartment. The journey seemed to stretch out, making those 30 minutes feel like forever. Frankie wasn’t sure if it was a curse or a blessing that there was little traffic to slow him down as he pulled into the parking lot.

What was he going to say to Tyler? Would he scream at him? Would he punch him? Worse, though, was what Tyler might say. What if he denied it? What if he admitted it?

Frankie’s legs felt like lead as he climbed the stairs and walked the short distance to his apartment door. He needed to see Tyler, needed to get his side of things. Gavin was a manipulative piece of shit. He could have been lying. He was probably lying.

Sliding his key into the lock, Frankie turned it and pushed the door open. The sitting room area was empty, and Frankie’s stomach began to drop. Tyler was gone. Of course, he was. Of course, it had been too good to be true. Tyler had fucked him. He had gotten what he wanted. That’s all he had wanted from Frankie.

Frankie shrugged off his jacket and threw it over the couch. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Sinking down on the couch, he let his head drop down and held it in his hands. Fuck it. He still had some of the shit Gavin had given him. It was in his bedroom, in the top left drawer he always kept it in. The solution to this bullshit was obvious.

The flush of his toilet made Frankie nearly jump out of his skin. He could hear the water rushing from the faucet and the creaking of the floorboards. Then the door opened, and he saw Tyler. Tyler’s eyes lit up, and he smiled that big goofy grin that made Frankie’s heart hurt.

“It was your idea.” Frankie’s mouth felt dry.

“What?” Tyler looked at him, puzzled.

“The video.” Frankie’s voice didn’t sound like his own. It was almost a whisper. “Filming me. Gavin said it was all your idea.”

“Yeah.” Tyler nodded slowly. “But I told you that already. After you woke up. Do you remember?”

“Yeah, I remember that. You told me it was your idea to put it online, not that the whole thing was your idea.” Frankie could feel his hands clenching into fists. “Gavin said-”

“Gavin?” Tyler scowled. “What’s that little fuck been saying?”

“That, according to you, I was too fucking good not to film?” Frankie lept to his feet as his voice got louder. “That you should know all about that because it’s your job. What the fuck does that mean? What is your job?”

Tyler put his hands up as Frankie stalked toward him. He was a few inches taller than Frankie, but despite that, Tyler seemed to shrink away from him.

“Frank. Calm down, man. Just take a second. Gavin likes to mess with people. He words things how he likes. You know that. Yeah, this was my idea, and I’ll explain everything, but you need to calm down.” Tyler kept his hands raised. “Please. I didn’t know. I didn’t know about… you.”

“What about me?”

“About how you weren’t into this. About how Gavin makes you fuck for drugs.” Tyler slowly lowered his hands as Frankie turned and sat back down on the couch.

Frankie wanted to cry, and he knew he should be crying because his whole body felt like it was sobbing, but no tears were falling. Instead, Frankie just sat on the couch staring blankly as Tyler sat down next to him.

“Last year, I put up a video of me and Josh fucking onto one of the big porn sites. You know, where you can upload your own stuff. We did it for a joke, I guess.” Tyler started speaking slowly. “But it got a lot of hits. Like, a lot. Actually started bringing in some money. Not a whole lot cos it was just one vid, but it got me thinking.” Tyler paused, perhaps for Frankie to say something but Frankie’s mouth wouldn’t work. He just nodded for Tyler to continue.

“Well, we did more. Then more. Some of me and Josh. Some just me. Then stuff with Evan, you remember Evan? From our first, erm, time?” Frankie nodded, and Tyler carried on. “I built up a following, and the money started coming in. Then recently, some new platforms have really boosted my revenue, and yeah. That’s everything. That’s what I do full time now.”

Frankie frowned, thinking over everything Tyler had said. Taking a deep breath, Frankie looked over at the young man sitting on his couch. “So, where do I fit in?”

“Fuck.” Tyler looked sad. Guilty even. “So, since I started doing this, I’ve noticed what trends. You know? What does well. What kind of stuff gets the most hits. What kind makes the most money. Using the regular sites, it’s mostly solo and pairs. General shit. But it’s all subscriber stuff on the newer sites, and well, I have to cater to my audience more there.” Tyler took another deep breath. “The more, erm, extreme stuff gets more viewers. And I, fuck, I remember talking to Gav about it.”

Frankie nodded. He was starting to understand now. “You talked to him about the extreme stuff making more money? Stuff like gangbangs? Stuff like…fisting?”

“Yeah. I’ve done some stuff with Josh and Evan, but they weren’t into it. Josh just helps with the editing now, mostly. Evan likes group stuff but doesn’t like to, you know, receive.” Tyler shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “So when I talked to Gav, he told me about you. Told me your ass could take anything thrown at it. Hey, his words, not mine.” Tyler put his hands up again as Frankie shot him a look. “Anyway, so I asked to meet you, and well, you know the rest.”

Frankie’s head buzzed with all the new information. His anger towards Tyler had subsided, but now it had a new focus. Gavin.

“I need a drink.” Frankie sighed.

“How about food instead?” Tyler gave a lopsided smile. “I cooked, erm, I cooked for you.”

They ate in silence, to begin with. Frankie focused on his food, feeling Tyler’s eyes on him. It was Tyler who spoke first, asking him if the mac and cheese was ok. Frankie had nodded and made an off-hand comment about how it was almost impossible to screw up mac and cheese. Tyler had grinned, and Frankie had grinned back.

Now they were sat on the sofa again, but this time facing each other. Having a proper conversation. Frankie had made Tyler go over everything he had told him again. Slower. He needed the details because he needed to think.

“I think Gav has played me.” Tyler took a swig of beer.

“Yep.” Frankie nodded. “Me too. He knew I’d do anything he asked so long as he kept getting me high. Fuck, I remember this one guy he took me. They had me in this run-down gym blowing this old guy.”

“The one with the blue front and the tiny ass windows?” Tyler frowned.

“Yeah. Gavin was talking with some other guy the whole time.”

“Fuck.” Tyler stood up so quickly that he nearly lost balance. “Fucker!”

“What? Ty?” Frankie watched as Tyler started to pace around the small apartment. “What is that place?”

“That gym is run by Garth Tilly. Bad guy. Don’t know all the shit he’s part of, but I know he’s a loan shark.” Tyler ran his fingers through his short hair and looked over at Frankie. His eyes were filled with rage and sorrow, and pity. Frankie understood immediately.

Gavin. That little fucker. That little fucker had been prostituting him.

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[ghostofaboy]

Rock Bottom - Not A Documentary Film

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie wakes up to discover Gavin and his friends have had some 'fun' with him. Trouble is he can't really remember.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 1266 Chapter: 3/?

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Self-Esteem Issues, mentions of anal sex, anal fisting, hints of group sex, amateur porn, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent

Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 2 / Part 1 / Masterpost

“Just open your legs a little more.”

Frankie huffed and shifted his legs as best he could, but his whole body felt sluggish. They’d been at this for hours now and he was tired. Too much of whatever Gavin had given him, plus two guys fucking him, made Frankie want to sleep. He could feel his eyes drifting close…

“Frank! Wake up, dude.” Someone shook his shoulder. “Fuck man, he’s too gone.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” That was Gavin. Oh yeah, Frankie sort of remembered. They were at Gavin’s friend Josh’s house again. Gavin had said something about a job. Or something. Frankie couldn’t remember properly. His head was fuzzy and it was time for sleep. Time for…

“Dude. He’s gonna pass out.” That sounds like Tyler. Frankie sort of liked Tyler. He was tall with dark hair and a muscular frame. He reminded Frankie of Benny in a lot of ways. Tyler had a big goofy smile like Benny. He had a habit of biting his lip when he was thinking like Benny. He was rough but not uncaring when he touched Frankie. Frankie had always imagined that was what sex with Benny would be like. Rough but loving.

“He’s fucking fine.” Gavin snapped back. He sounded mad. Why was Gavin mad? Frankie had done everything he’d been told tonight. Even the bits he didn’t really like. He didn’t really like being pissed on, but he’d let them. He’d open his mouth like Gavin had said. Why was Gavin mad?

“Dude!” Tyler sounded mad now. Pissed even. “I’m stopping. He wants to sleep. Let him sleep. Stop-”

“Fuck! Why are you being such a fucking whiny bitch Ty?” Gavin was shouting now.

“A whiny bitch?” Frankie could feel the hand pulled roughly from his ass. He could hear the two men moving away from him. The argument continuing. “It’s fucked up to do this if he’s out cold. Just…”

Frankie couldn't hear them now. He wasn’t sure if that was because they were far away or because he was far away. Way somewhere else. Somewhere nice. Someone put something soft over him. It felt nice and warm against his naked body. Frankie started to let himself drift.

Frankie wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, but it was light when he cracked open one eye. He was still at Josh’s place, lying awkwardly on the sofa, naked as the day he was born, wrapped in a baby blue blanket. And fuck, he ached all over.

The camera stand from the night before was the only clue Frankie had to what the guys had been doing with him. He rarely remembered everything they did anymore. He preferred it that way for the most part. The things he did remember filled him with shame. Which just added to the reasons to get high.

If there had been a camera stand, then there had been a camera. That was the logical conclusion, right? They’d been filming what they did to him. Evidence of their night of sweat and shame. Shit.

A snort to his left made Frankie jump and turning his head, he was surprised to see Tyler asleep next to him. Looking around the room, there was no sign of Josh or Gavin. It seemed only Tyler had given enough shits to check on him. Frankie couldn’t help but feel touched.

Frankie tested his arms first, seeing how much effort it would take to move them. They didn’t feel as achy as the rest of his body, and with little effort he was able to prop himself up on his elbows to get a better look around.

The sitting room looked relatively neat, all things considered. Beer bottles on the coffee table but none on the floor. Nothing looked damaged or broken. Looking past the sleeping form of Tyler, Frankie could see a massive bottle of lube on its side next to the sofa. It was one of those big ones with a pump nozzle. Next to it were dildos. Great. There were four that Frankie could see, ranging in size from around the same as an average guy's dick to, well, much bigger than a fist.

Frankie decided to risk sitting up and immediately regretted it for two reasons. One was his back twinging, making him gasp in pain. Fuck. He was in his forties now and sleeping on sofas was not a good idea. Especially after a night of who the fuck knows what. The second reason Frankie regretted sitting up was a large amount of something wet leaving his asshole. Probably lube, he thought to himself. Probably.

The shifting on the sofa jostled Tyler and Frankie heard another louder snort before Tyler began to look around, his back still to Frankie.

“You awake?” Frankie whispered.

Tyler’s head turned, and he smiled at Frankie. That big goofy smile that reminded Frankie of Benny so much. Damn it.

“Hey, man. You feeling ok?” Tyler sounded hoarse.

“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie nodded. It wasn’t a total lie. Physically it felt fine. Sore but fine. Emotionally was a whole other thing, but Tyler probably wasn’t asking about that. He probably didn’t care. Frankie gestured to the camera stand. “You guys were filming last night?”

Tyler actually looked guilty for a second. Or perhaps sad. Frankie didn’t really know him well enough to gauge. If he were more awake, then maybe he’d be able to figure Tyler out, but right now, Frankie felt like he could sleep for a week.

“Yeah, man. Didn’t Gav tell you? He was supposed to tell you. Make sure you were cool with it.” Tyler frowned and shifted on the floor to face Frankie.

Frankie laughed softly. “He might have, but I forgot.” He answered honestly. “I don’t always remember everything we, erm, do.”

“Oh.”

An awkward silence filled the room as Frankie waited patiently for Tyler to continue. He watched as the younger man groaned as he stood up and looked around the room. Finally walking over to a pile of clothes on one of the armchairs. Tyler picked up the bundle and walked back to Frankie on the sofa.

“Here.” Tyler held out what Frankie now realized was his own clothes. “Gimme a sec, and I’ll get some wet wipes to help you get cleaned up.”

Tyler left the sitting room for a few minutes before returning with a pack of wet wipes and handing them to Frankie.

“Thanks.” Frankie nodded before gingerly lifting the blanket covering his modesty. Modesty. Huh, did he really even have that anymore? Tyler had seen everything before. What did it matter now? But as Frankie looked up at the younger man, Tyler smiled shyly and turned his back to give Frankie at least some privacy.

“So erm,” Tyler spoke softly and carefully as Frankie began to clean last night’s remnants off his body. “What do you remember from last night? What do you remember Gav saying?”

“Something about a job, I think.” Frankie struggled to recall. “I remember, I remember…” He trailed off as a wave of shame hit him like a truck. “Fuck. I remember being fucked. I remember, I think I remember being pissed on. Think you guys fisted me. Again.”

“Erm…” Tyler sounded as embarrassed as Frankie felt. “Yeah. We did, erm, we did those things. I, well, we came up with the idea of putting it online. There’s money in it. In porn, I mean. Good money in the extreme stuff too.”

“Wait.” Had Tyler just said what he thought he had? “It’s online?” Frankie felt like he’d been doused in cold water.

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