I sat on the couch with my head in my hands as I remembered what I said to CC. I don't know why I told him now. I don't know why I told him at all. Frank was meant to be my little secret, one that I kept to myself, but when I saw how heartbroken CC was with what Danny said, I couldn't keep it any longer. The other day was not the first time that I slept with Frank. It can't even be described as fucking because there was so much passion, so much hidden lust there that every move was calculated, executed in such a way to make him feel out of this world.

Now, I'm not going to deny that I love CC because I do, but something in me refuses to get rid of what me and Frank had for each other all that time ago. I think it can all be explained from the day me and Ella split, that might be the best place to start. I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, sitting at the breakfast bar with a whole bottle of Jack Daniels as I wrote everything down to burn, to forget forever.

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I wrapped my arms around his slim tattooed form, breathing in his cologne as we cuddled, our breathing heavy, our bodies coated in a light sheen of sweat. "I love you Jake," He whispered, biting his bottom lip as he looked at me.
"I love you too Frankie." I muttered, leaning my head down to press my lips to his. I moaned slightly as Frank slid his hands between our bodies, rubbing them over my thighs before taking hold of my dick and pumping it up and down, grinning evilly when he let go. "Tease." I pouted. He stuck his tongue out and kissed me again, tangling his hands in my hair.
"Jake?" I heard Ella ask from the doorway, my head snapping up as I let go of Frank, my breathing heavy and my face red. "What the fuck is going on here?" She asked, her eyes darting between the two of us. "Actually, I don't want to know." She snapped before storming out of the room, the slamming of the front door shortly after signalling her departure. I climbed to my feet and started throwing Frank his clothes, my eyes never leaving the floor.
"Jake?" He whispered as he stood behind me, his body fully clothed. "Baby, please talk to me." I shook my head, tears streaming down my face.
"Go." I muttered.
"What?" Frank asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
"I said go Frank. I want you to get out of here." I heard a slight sob before Frank's footsteps receded, the front door signalling my solitude.

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I sighed and swiged a mouthful of the Jack Daniels, cringing slightly when it burnt the back of my throat. I stretched out my hand as I looked at the messy scrawl covering the pages in front of me. In the space of half an hour, I had written 15 pages, filling them with feelings I never wanted to feel again.

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I sat on the couch, waiting desperately for Ella to return, my heart pounding every time someone walked up to the door. Deep down, a part of me wanted her not to return because then I could be with Frank but then a part of me wanted her to return so I could keep loving her. I sighed, jumping to my feet when the door creaked open. "Ella?" I half whispered.
"Jake, what the fuck happened earlier?" She asked, dropping her bag onto the side.
"I'm sorry baby, I just....It kinda just happened baby." I stuttered, not sure what I was saying.
"Why Frank? If you wanted sex, all you had to do was ask." She paused. "You love him don't you? You love that man." I hesitated, not sure whether or not I could deny it or not. "You do. I can tell Jake, but it's okay because I hate faggots and being around you means I'll catch it. We have two choices here, you leave and jump off of a bridge, or I leave and make you suffer. To be honest, I prefer the second one. Jake...We are done." She smiled evilly as she grabbed her handbag and left the house, chuckling as she saw me slide to the floor.

I held my phone to my ear as I listened to Frank's voicemail message, begging for him to come to me when it buzzed, telling me to record the message. I sighed, tears sliding down my face as I hung up, dropping my phone onto the floor in front of me. I didn't know who I could call, my mind wandering through every one of my friends, hoping for someone to answer. I got to CC, my heart pounding as I pressed the call button. I knew he liked me more than a friend should, almost like a bro, but who said he would want to talk to me now? "Hey dude" CC said, his voice distorted as he chewed something.
"CC....." I whimpered, my heart broken.
"Jake what's wrong?" CC asked as his voice filled rapidly with worry/
"Ella left me" I sobbed, my throat tightening as he tried to hold back the tears.
"Hold on I'll be right there" He promised before hanging up the phone.

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I close my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheeks as I remembered how two people I had loved left me that day, leaving me to wallow in my own self pity, to swallow my emotions and to watch myself drown. CC, that is a whole different thing. At the time, I only wanted to forget everything, to forget how I felt for Frank and Ella, to forget everything for just one day. What I didn't expect was how that grew, how it became more than friends so rapidly.

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I knocked on Frank's front door, my breathing heavy as I looked at my surroundings. There was nothing of any significance to make a note of, but this day in itself would be forever imprinted in my mind. My heart started racing as I saw his shadow move behind the door, my breath hitching in my throat as he pulled open the door, his torso pale in the bright afternoon light. "Jake..." He whispered. "What are you doing here?" I kept my mouth shut, pushing him back into his hallway and closing the front door. "Jake, you can't just barge your way in here after going mon..." I silenced him by pressing my lips to his, my hands tangling in the short hair at the back of his neck. I heard him moan softly as I brushed my tongue along his bottom lip, tugging softly on his lip ring. He wrapped his hands around my waist, tiptoeing as he pressed his lips harder against mine.

He tugged our lips apart and dragged me up the stairs, his breathing heavy as he kicked open his bedroom door. I spun him around to face me, pressing my lips to his again as I ran my hands down the back of his legs, grabbing his thighs so he could wrap his legs around my waist. "Fuck Frankie." I moaned as he brushed his tongue along my teeth. I walked forwards until I felt the bed hit my knees, dropping Frank carefully onto the sheets before straddling him, pressing him into the bed with my hips. I could feel his growing need through his pants, the rough material of the denim rubbing against my stomach. Frank's cold fingers ran up my torso, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head, breaking the kiss for mere seconds.

I ground my hips again, rubbing my crotch against his, conveying my need. I fumbled with his belt, growling in frustration when I couldn't get it undone. Frank lowered his hands to sit over mine, steadying them as I undid his belt, running my hand over his desire as I pulled his pants down, grabbing a hold of his junk before placing my lips on his collarbone, sucking gently as he pulled my pants and boxers down in one move. I groaned slightly as he took hold of me, pumping me quickly before flipping me onto my back and positioning himself above me, his mouth surrounding my throbbing penis. I tangled my hands in the sheets as he tugged his boxers down, sucking on two of his fingers before inserting them inside me and stretching me out slightly before forcing himself inside me, staying still for mere moments before thrusting into me, hitting my prostate on the first thrust. He sped up, moaning my name as he pumped my dick in time with his thrusts, leaning forwards to kiss me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I felt my stomach clench, my orgasm releasing over our stomachs in waves, Frank following shortly after.

He lay next to me, his breathing heavy as he wrapped his arms around me, tugging me against his stomach as he kissed the back of my neck. "I love you Jake." He whispered, interlocking our fingers.
"I love you too Frankie." I whispered back.

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I chuckled softly, smiling down at my desire straining hard against my tight jeans. Even thinking of Frank made me hard, made me need to release. My eyes drifted over to the ring on my left finger, my heart stopping when I thought of CC, what I had done to him. I dropped the pen onto the sideboard, sighing when it rolled to the floor and climbed to my feet. I slipped my feet into my worn out vans and left the house, locking the door before walking down the street to Frank's house.

I raised my hand, the door opening before I got a chance to knock. Frank's face lit up when he saw me, his hand reaching out to grab mine, tugging me into the house and closing the door before I had the chance to protest. He tried to kiss me, standing on his tiptoes, his lips close to mine, his breathing heavy before he kissed me, his lips soft as they molded to mine. When my brain processed what was happening, I pulled my hands up, placing them on Frank's chest and pushing him away. "Don't." I snapped, folding my arms across my chest as if to create an invisible barrier. "Don't you fucking dare."
"Why? What....I thought you loved me?" He asked, his face filled with hurt.
"I do...I did...I...Frank, I can't do this anymore. At one point, you meant the world to me, but now? I don't want you in that way. I don't need you."
"What are you saying Jake?" He paused, a tear rolling down his cheeks. "Please tell me you're not saying what I think you are..."
"I am though Frank. I have someone else, someone who means the world to me, someone I would die for. What happened the other day, it was a mistake, a stupid mistake Frank. It wasn't meant to happen, it never will happen again. I'm sorry Frank." I explained, turning to walk away.
"Fuck you Jake. I love you. You can't fucking leave me, not for someone that I don't know, someone that came after me! Goddamn you, you asshole. I gave you my everything. I gave you things I promised that no-one else would ever get!" He shouted, a slap ringing out as his hand met my cheek. "You can't fucking leave me." He sobbed, sinking to the floor, his head in his hands.
"Sorry Frank." I muttered as I turned and walked out of the house, closing the door behind me.

I wandered the streets, my cell phone in my hand as I tried to call CC, it going to voicemail every time. I hung up after the 7th time, resigning myself to the fact he didn't want to talk. I racked my mind trying to work out where he would be, dropping to a bench outside Starbucks as I pulled out my phone again, dialling Jaime in the hope that he would know where he was. "Hey dude, wassup?" He asked, his words slurred.
"First things first, are you drunk?" I asked.
"Na, just hungover, now Jake, what d'ya want?"
"You seen CC?" I asked, desperation filling every corner of my mind.
"He's at Mike's, but you did not hear that from me." He said before hanging up. I dropped my phone into my pants pocket and stood, running down the street until I got to Mike's house. I knocked, my breathing heavy as I waited for the door to open, almost collapsing with relief when Tony tugged the door open.
"CC." I panted, my hands on my knees. I refused to wait for an answer, pushing past Tony and into the house. I ran through the lower floor coming to a stop in the entrance to the living room. My eyes were focused on the sofa where CC was sat, wrapped up in Vic's arms, smiling and laughing, going silent when he saw me. I took one final look at the both of them before running from the house, ignoring Tony as he shouted after me.

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I dropped to the floor in the kitchen, a bottle of 70% pure Russian Vodka clutched in my hands. I twisted the cap off, breaking the seal and putting the neck to my lips, tipping my head back as I swallowed the vile liquid. I took mouthful after mouthful, swallowing it down until the bottle was empty. I staggered to my feet, my world spinning as I stumbled towards the stairs, hanging onto the banister as I pulled myself up, swaying slightly before taking another step, stopping at a picture me and CC hung yesterday of the two of us stood in front of the sea, our arms wrapped around each other, smiles on our faces. My hands let go of the banister as I reached up to stroke CC's face, swaying before losing my footing and tumbling down the stairs, landing with a thud on the hard tile floor at the bottom. My eyes fluttered as I looked at the ceiling, a sticky sensation spreading around my head as I gazed upwards. In the distance, the front door opened, people's voices muffled as the footsteps vibrated the floor I was laying on. "Baby, look at me!" CC shouted, his voice muffled by the sticky feeling in my ears. "Jake, baby, you best not close those goddamn eyes." He placed his hands either side of my head, holding my face steady as he looked at me. He shouted something to someone out of my line of vision, tears streaming down his face as he looked at me.
"I never meant to hurt you." I muttered, my voice distorted as I spoke, my head spinning as I tried to focus. The edges of my vision were going fluffy, blackness creeping up on my sight. As my eyes drifted closed, I thought of the last words on the paper, the last words I wrote before I hunted down Frank.

I would die for you Christian Coma<3

Notes

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