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Y/N's gotta be giving his boyfriend the most gooey heart eyes anybody's ever seen. The way his heart is a bit too big for his chest and he keeps falling forward if he doesn't focus. Frank stopped talking a few minutes ago, flustered with all the attention.
He'd just been talking about this new guitar riff that he'd perfected with Ray's help, smiling brightly and demonstrating on the air guitar. (Yes, there is a guitar four feet away from them. He is lazy and also Y/N is already sitting on top of him.)
He leans back on the heels of his hands on his bed, making uncomfortably vulnerable eye contact for a second before looking away, face bright red. Y/N grins at him like he's the love of his life or something.
"Can I kiss you?" he says. Forward. Frank can do forward.
"Yeah." Y/N can feel the way he stiffens up, unsure of what to expect. He presses his lips soft against Frank's. It's quick, tender. They pull away, but their faces are infinitely closer together than they had been before. Y/N's giving him the most adoring eyes. Venerating. Frank can't hold his stare but for a second. Shyly sweeps his vision to the side.
"Can I kiss you again?"
Oh. "Yeah." He nods, leans into it a little bit this time. His mouth is more relaxed. Eyes still open, staring at Y/N with a nervous-curious lilt to his gaze. The boy places another kiss on his face, his cupid's bow. Presses a little more, makes Frank's lower lip push out a bit involuntarily. He pulls away, and Frank can see his cheeks are a little pink and his pupils are wide, eyes scrunched up happily and glowing with affection.
"Can I kiss you again?" Frank nods. He finds himself suddenly torn between looking into his eyes and closing them as Y/N kisses him again, just as soft. He goes cross-eyed trying to keep his boyfriend's gaze when he pulls back but stays barely an inch away, so he closes them regrettably. Y/N's breathing into his mouth when he asks, "Again?"
"Mhm." He nods, barely anything. Y/N cups his face with his hands and kisses him again. Frank wants it to last longer. Finds himself chasing after it when his boyfriend pulls away. (Though he keeps his hands where they are, one cradling his jaw and the other pushing up into his mop of brown hair. Brushing through it with careful fingers.)
"Again?" Frank asks quietly, face burning.
"Yeah." He kisses him again. It's just as short as all the others. Soft lips retreat as soon as they've planted on his.
"More?" he says. He's timid.
Y/N's heart squeezes and he loses his breath. When he says "yes" it's just above a whisper, breathlessness evident, and it makes Frank feel a little less nervous.
Y/N's mouth is open just a crack when he kisses Frank this time. Frank clumsily follows, taking in the slow, shallow, almost open-close movement of his mouth against his own and trying to respond to it.
Y/N's chest is a bit too tight for his lungs and his heart; his skin is buzzing. Kind of afraid the electricity is going shoot through his fingertips and shock his boyfriend. Who, fuck, by the way, is tilting his head to one side. Their mouths slot a little closer together and now their noses are pressed into each other's cheeks as they keep kissing.
Y/N pulls back for air first and Frank's cheeks are bright red, eyes fluttering open sweetly with a little pout on his face. He wants to take a million pictures of him.
They lock eyes for a second before Frank's gaze flits back down to his lips. "Kiss me again?" comes the request, though much less timid this time.
Y/N kisses him again. And again and again and again. And again. Frank starts giggling when it becomes a bit uncoordinated, he's kissing the corner of his boyfriend's mouth, Y/N's kissing his cheeks, his jawline, his ear. Frank closes his eyes and grins. He leans back until he's lying down on his bed, Y/N's chest pressed to his, and lets him keep kissing him. He feels like he's glowing from the inside out.