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Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
*

Foggy was just settling into bed when a trill sounded and he instinctively looked at his phone. The screen was dark though and he was reaching for it anyway when the trill sounded again.

Oh.

Oh! It was his burner phone.

He scrambled for it, heart beating wildly in his chest. It was late, was Frank in trouble? Was something wrong?

“Hey, hello?”

“Relax,” came Frank’s warm tones, “Not an emergency, just wondering if you could give me a hand.”

“With what?” Foggy asked, more intrigued than suspicious. Frank was actually very good about respecting Foggy’s boundaries when it came to his, uhm, nocturnal activities? If anything, Foggy was the one inching closer and closer to the line.

Reading about cases where the headlines screamed it was a Punisher hit and the small print reiterated that the police claimed Frank Castle was dead. Watching more youtube vids about emergency first aid and carefully stocking his first aid kit. Practicing stitches on a throw pillow, although thank god he hadn’t had to use those skill just yet. The nights Frank stopped by, nothing but a thousand yard stare until Foggy coaxed him back, reassuring him he wasn’t a monster.

The fact that Foggy, not once, asked Frank to stop what he was doing.

“I found a cache of guns, could use some help moving it. You busy?”

“Weeeelllll,” Foggy said, glancing over at Max who hadn’t even stirred when the phone rang, “Me and Max are partying it up, but I think I can slip away.”

“I’ll text you when I’m in front of your place.”

They hung up and Foggy got dressed, grabbing his dark wash jeans and his black henley. Might as well dress the part, right? Like he was some sort of spy. He had just slipped his shoes on when his phone pinged, letting him know Frank was waiting.

“Bye, Max, be a good boy!”

Tossing Max one of his treats, Foggy slipped out the door and headed for the stairs. Frank was idling in front of the building when Foggy stepped out, passenger door already unlocked. Foggy climbed in, leaning in to brush a hello kiss on Frank’s cheek before getting his seatbelt on.

“Off to adventure, huh?” he asked cheerfully as Frank pulled into traffic. Frank laughed.

“Whatever you’re expecting, I guarantee the reality will be much more boring.”

Frank seemed relaxed so Foggy figured wherever they were going, Frank was convinced it was safe. Made sense. Frank wouldn’t ask for help if he thought it might be dangerous. For all of their sexy self-defense lessons, Frank’s biggest lesson was that if there was any real trouble, Foggy’s first action should be to try to get away.

They ended up near the docks and Foggy wondered if it was the same place where Frank blew up that boat but felt weird asking. Just an awkward topic of conversation, really. Instead, he looked around, trying to peg exactly where they were at.

“What is up with these docks?” Foggy muttered, peering out the window, “It’s such a cliché. Honestly, I’m not sure why these docks aren’t patrolled constantly.”

It was disturbingly empty, not a soul in sight and as Foggy got out of the van, he shivered. Foggy was a city boy, born and bred and it just seemed so wrong that a part of the city could seem so desolate and uninhabited.

And the water smelled terrible. Shit, he should have worn his beanie, the smell was going to get into his hair.

“This way,” Frank said, jerking his head in the direction he wanted Foggy to go. It was one of the smaller buildings, dilapidated and dark, Frank leading him to a side door and down a hall, flashlight lighting the way.

“What were you even doing over here? On second though, don’t tell me.”

Frank just snorted, leading them to a smaller room filled haphazardly with wooden boxes and crates. He turned on the light and Foggy was surprised this place had electricity. No bodies though, Foggy was relieved to note and instantly felt guilty. Frank wouldn’t expose Foggy to that. After that night in the alleyway, Frank seemed more determined than ever that Foggy never saw first hand any of Frank’s violence.

Foggy had never mentioned his google surfing, those nights spent reading up on The Punisher.

“I already checked out all the boxes,” Frank said, “The guns aren’t unloaded, there’s no traps. We’re good to move them. We got guns and ammo here, we’ll move the guns first.”

One of the boxes was open and curious, Foggy peered inside. Several semi-automatic rifles nestled next to each other, black and gleaming. Shit, there must have been at least five guns in there and there was seven boxes, that was a lot of guns. Especially since they seemed so freaking huge. The only things these guns were good for were killing people.

Frank must’ve seen something on his face because he said,

“If I don’t get these guns, where do you think they end up?”

“No, no, it’s not that. These guns are best in your hands. I’m just amazed by the number. I mean, it’s just crazy that anybody could get this many guns without getting caught.”

He quickly reached down for one of the rope handles to prove to Frank his willingness to help and grunted when he tried to lift it.

“Geez, this is heavier than I thought it would be. In the movies, everybody runs around like these things weigh like nothing at all.”

“Life ain’t like the movies. These things pack some serious firepower, got to be able to handle that. Let me grab the other end.”

They ferried the boxes one by one to the van, Frank going out the door first just in case and once they were done with the guns, the bullets came next. Still heavy, but easier to move because they were smaller and soon all those boxes were in the back of the van as well.

They got back into the van, Foggy rubbing at his palms were the rope had pressed into this skin.

“Where to next?”

“I got a place, I’ll leave them there overnight so I can check them out, make sure they’re in working order.”

“Working order?”

“Some of these guns can be cheaply made, prone to jamming, that kind of thing.”

“Can you sabotage a gun?”

Frank gave him a funny look.

“Yeah, why?”

Foggy shrugged, picked at a faint abrasion on his palm.

“That thing you said, about where the guns would end up. Like what if you sabotaged the guns somehow and then sold them to the bad guys? Wouldn’t that do a lot of damage?”

Frank blinked for a moment and then smiled.

“Devious, hot shot. I’m not sure how feasible that is, but I’ll keep it in mind.”

They drove down side streets until Frank pulled up behind another crappy looking building and they got out. So Frank did have a shithole apartment, Foggy mused, taking in the peeling paint and crumbling brick.

“Second floor, just the guns, the bullets can stay in the van, ” Frank said and when Foggy made a face added, “Hey, it could be worse, could have been the fourth floor.”

“If it had been the fourth floor, you would be on your own.”

They hauled the first box up the stairs, pausing so Frank could unlock the door before ushering Foggy and box in. Foggy couldn’t wait to get inside and as soon as the box was set down, started to look around. It was a wreck, gun parts and ammo laying about and Foggy was pretty sure those were empty cans of beans over in that corner.

“This place is a mess,” Foggy marveled because Frank was such a neat freak at home, “You yell at me when I leave my shoes in the living room. How is this place so messy?”

Frank, who was rummaging through a box of god knows what, barely glanced up.

“This place doesn’t matter.”

And Foggy’s place did. Because Foggy and his home were important to Frank so Frank took care of him and it. Foggy felt the warmth bloom in his chest and suffuse the rest of him, made him giddy. They carried the rest of the boxes up, piling them up against the wall. It was quiet work, mostly because Foggy was too out of breath to talk, what with hauling heavy boxes up a flight of stairs.

Finally they were done, Foggy having worked up a nice sweat and a little bit of an ache in his calves. They got back into the van, once Frank locked everything up and Foggy looked over at him, dim light from a distant street lamp the only illumination.

It was dark enough and the streets were empty enough that Foggy followed his impulse. He slid out of his chair, into the space between the seats, hands unbuttoning Frank’s pants.

“What the hell, hot shot - oh, shit.”

Foggy had Frank’s soft cock out in a second, bending to take it into this mouth, tucking the head against his cheek. He loved this, letting a cock grow hard in his mouth in shifts and bursts. The way it grew and hardened because of something he was doing.

He felt Frank’s hand come to rest on his head and he made a sound of approval, wresting another groan from Frank before Frank’s fingers sank into his hair. Frank was gentle, did no more than tug, mostly just dug his fingers in, let them catch on strands of hair.

Frank was thick and half-hard now, perfect for sucking on in long slow pulls as it lengthened. Foggy always loved going down on people, men, women, didn’t matter. And what Foggy loved, he made sure to get good at. So he wasn’t worried about disappointing Frank, Foggy got A+ for head, every time.

Foggy pulled back, wrapping one hand around the base and sucking on the head. The only sound was the wet slick noises of Foggy’s mouth on Frank, of Frank’s soft exhalations as he panted and squirmed in his chair.

Foggy didn’t waste time; they were in public in a seedy part of town. The last thing Foggy needed was a cop stopping by to see what they were up to. Bad enough getting caught with a vigilante but getting caught giving head to a vigilante? The headlines alone would be mortifying.

He dropped one hand to his own pants, tugging haphazardly until he managed to get his jeans open and his cock out. Fuck, that felt good. He went back to sucking with gusto, one hand stripping his cock, a little awkwardly in the confined space. It was a good thing he was so turned on, latent exhibitionism coming to the fore, he had hidden depths, who knew?

He took Frank as deep as he could, didn’t bother not to be sloppy, working him with hand and mouth. Foggy had been dreaming of this for a long time, longer than he’d like to admit, way before Frank had ever considered him for this. Frank so hard and thick in his mouth, stretching the corners of his mouth, making him work for it.

The tugging on his hair became a little more insistent, the jerking of Frank’s hips a little less controlled. Foggy pulled off, flicked his tongue over the head before glancing up at Frank.

“Just come in my mouth.”

He waited for the split second when his words hit Frank, saw the way his eyes widened, the way his mouth went slack. Yeah, just about every guy loved that.

Foggy dived back down, took Frank as deep as he could without choking.

“Fuc-,“ Frank cut off with a deep groan, hips arching up as best they could and Foggy moved with him, mouth sealing around the head of his dick. It pulsed in his mouth and he swallowed eagerly, greedily because all this? Was his. He earned it, he deserved it. Frank’s pleasure belonged to Foggy.

He pulled off with a gasp, dropped his head against Frank’s thigh and frantically worked his cock, the taste of Frank in his mouth. The scent of Frank in his nose and when he let his eyes flutter open, he could see Frank’s cock, still slick and wet.

Frank’s hand still in his hair, stroking with shaking fingers.

He bit Frank’s thigh as he came, well, mostly a fold of fabric, rough against his mouth. Just bit down as his orgasm shot through him, whimpering as Frank gently stroked him through it, fingernails scritching against his scalp.

When it was over, he unclenched his teeth, felt the ache in his jaw like a reward. He tilted his head so he could look at Frank, bent over him, watching him so carefully.

“I made a mess,” Foggy rasped and Frank shut his eyes for a moment, spent dick twitching. Foggy would laugh, but his throat was a little sore.

“How many times I gotta tell you, I don’t mind these kind of messes?” Frank asked, one hand cupping Foggy’s cheek. “It’ll clean, hot shot. I promise.”

He ran his thumb over Foggy’s mouth, seeming entranced by how swollen his lips were. Foggy caught his thumb between his teeth and gave it a quick suck before getting back into his seat. It took a bit of effort, knees aching and his legs a bit jelly but he managed. Jesus Christ, he wasn’t young anymore, imaginative places for sex were obviously going to be something regulated more to fantasy than reality.

He stretched his legs out, wiping at his mouth with his sleeve before shooting a sly glance at Frank.

“Better put that away,” he said with a nod towards Frank’s cock, still hanging out of his pants.

“You’re one to talk,” Frank muttered, tucking himself away and Foggy laughed, absolutely delighted with the world at large. So he couldn’t tell Marci about Frank, so he and Frank would never spend Christmas with the Nelson family. So what? He had this, Frank trusting Foggy, Foggy stepping into Frank’s world just a little bit and coming out unscathed.

Intimate moments in a crappy windowless van, Frank’s hands gentle in his hair.

It was worth it. It had to be.

“Ugh, I should have worn my sweats,” Foggy said with a grimace, putting himself to rights and being very careful with his zipper. “Next time we go on an adventure, I’m wearing jeggings.”

“I’d pay to see you in jeggings,” Frank said, starting up the van, “Or maybe I’d pay not to see you in jeggings.”

The whole drive home, Frank kept glancing over at Foggy, eyes lingering on Foggy’s mouth. Foggy made a point to lick his lips, pressing them together to let the soreness burst along his nerves. Did it count as a tease if Foggy had already delivered?

When they pulled up in front of Foggy’s apartment, Foggy looked at Frank in surprise.

“You aren’t coming up?”

He had assumed Frank’s work for the night was done and that they could curl up to sleep together for the few hours Foggy had before he had to go in.

Frank shook his head and it was gratifying how unhappy he seemed.

“Sorry, hot shot. I’ve got to watch those guns.”

The reluctance was real in his voice and did more to assuage Foggy’s feelings than the actual words. Frank reached out for a kiss and Foggy almost complied before he remembered just where his mouth had been. He pulled back a little, making a face.

“Uh, not the best, uhm, you know, taste.”

Frank looked startled for a moment, as if he hadn’t quite considered it then he shrugged, hauled Foggy close and kissed him full on the mouth. All wet and slick and tongue and this was not a kiss that was messing around. Then Frank pulled back to study Foggy’s face.

“It’s not so bad,” he said, one hand coming up to thumb at Foggy’s bottom lip. “Maybe next time, I can return the favor.”

“Yes, please,” Foggy said immediately, then winced. “I mean, it’s cool, if you want. Whatever.”

Frank kissed him again, softer and sweet.

“Smooth, hot shot. Now get upstairs and try to get some sleep.”

Foggy made it back to his apartment, Max coming out of the bedroom to greet him and then going right back to bed.

“Good idea, Max,” Foggy said, stopping only to brush his teeth. “Let’s get to sleep.”

This was a big step, Foggy knew, what he and Frank had done tonight and he wasn’t talking about the blow job. No, Frank had invited Foggy a few steps into his world and Foggy had gone willingly. Frank had showed Foggy just how much he cared for him, Foggy and his home worth being treated like something precious.

It was sweet, was Foggy’s last thought before drifting off to sleep.

Of course, when he woke up two hours later to get up for work, he wasn’t feeling so charitable. Jesus Christ, Frank. Couldn’t you come across an illegal cache of guns during the weekend?

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
*

“You could get in trouble.”

Foggy looked up from his tablet to where Frank was sitting on the couch, drinking a cold beer. Foggy was going through some work emails, tv droning quietly in the background.

“What?” he asked, confused. Frank frowned down at the beer in his hand.

“Helping me like this, could get you in big trouble.”

Oh.

Foggy took a deep breath, putting his tablet on the coffee table before turning to face Frank. Part of him wanted to deflect with some lame joke but he knew this was a talk they needed to have. Probably should have had it a long time ago.

“I know,” he said simply and Frank flinched. “I know and I don’t care.”

Frank took a long pull on his beer, finishing it off and putting it on the table with a thunk.

“You should care,” he said roughly, “Best case scenario, you end up in prison. Worst case scenario, you end up dead.”

“Frank, you think I haven’t looked at all the things that could go wrong? I’m a lawyer, that’s kind of my job.”

Frank shook his head, made an aborted movement with his hand as if frustrated.

“I worry,” Frank said. “I worry I’ll bring something down on your head you won’t be able to handle.”

“You might,” Foggy said and Frank turned to look at him. “You might and I don’t care. This is my choice, Frank. You’ve been pretty good at letting me make my own decisions.”

“Did I though? Let you make your own decisions? I seem to remember I was breaking into your apartment on the regular.”

Foggy sighed, reaching out to take Frank’s hand, rubbing his thumb along the back of his knuckles.

“I had a million chances to end this. I never told you not to come back. I never called the police. I never even changed my locks. If I wanted you gone, I could have made that happen in a million ways. I let you in. I let you stay. I kissed you back. I chose this, I chose you.”

Foggy tugged on Frank’s hand until Frank came closer, close enough to kiss. Foggy kept their fingers tangled, ran his other hand over the back of Frank’s skull. Nothing really sexual in his touch, just comfort and affection. Devotion that Foggy didn’t always put into words.

“Frank. My choice. I walked in with my eyes wide open, I know the dangers.”

They didn’t have sex that night, just curled into bed and Foggy got to be the little spoon. He loved being the little spoon.

Whatever this thing with Frank was, it was worth it.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
I absolutely ador th long update so many things happened.

Foggy is insecre about their relationshio and he is starting to see the paralels between him and Matt.

He knows being with frank si dangeous but eh chose to be with him anyways.

For a momment i thought something was gonna go wrong and Frnak would0ve had to deal witha buchob mobsters and Matt would show up.

i'm glad everything went fine.

Frank si everything Foggy expects for a top. When they get to it. foggy will be fucked silly

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-14 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Foggy's and Frank's relationship will never be normal but at least Foggy is happy!

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
op here
i love how foggy reflects how this isn't a normal relationship and how he can't show off frank to his friends and family.
i also really like how frank called foggy to help him and how frank is so touch starved.
Great job

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-14 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

I really wanted to show Foggy thinking it through, what a relationship with Frank would be like because it won't be sunshine and roses. And also why Foggy keeps picking Frank over everybody else.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
This update was the best birthday present I could have asked for.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-14 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Hah! See, I did have great timing after all! Happy belated birthday to you!

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I love this fic. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever expected to be reading a fic about Foggy/Frank, and enjoying it THIS much, and yet, here it is! You're an amazing writer, anon.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-14 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! I never thought I'd end up writing so much about Foggy/Frank. On a shallow level, I just wanted them to bang and ended writing all this.

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-04 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
I love everything about this. Foggy realizing what it means to be in a relationship with Frank, Frank being hesitant about certain sexual things (of course he is!), Foggy CHOOSING Frank, again and again. Just... I love this sooooo much.

(Please tell me you'll be posting it to ao3 when it's done? So I can bookmark it and read it over and over??)

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-14 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

I will post to AO3 as soon as it's finished. I think in about two more chapters, it should be done! Fingers crossed!

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-06 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
I'm meeeelllltiiiiiiing with joy. I'd leave a longer comment, but I'm out of town on holiday at the moment and don't have the time (I should have been sleeping an hour ago), but I couldn't resist reading this when I saw the update! The updates! GLORIOUS UPDATES BLESS YOU!!

Re: [FILL] A Dog's Life, 10/?, Foggy/Frank, sex

(Anonymous) 2016-06-14 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I'm so glad your enjoying it, it helps motivate me to keep writing, especially when I hit writer's block!