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“Ow!”
David turned his head to glare at Frank, the man who had just playfully kicked him in the back of his neck. Dave rubbed the base of his skull and pouted at him, shoving his sock cladded foot away. He only got Frank's signature, lopsided grin in return.
Frank was lying on the couch behind him, casually lounging, with his eyes on the shitty TV screen. David was sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the front of the couch. The only reason he had plopped himself there was so he could snag the last piece of pizza from the box. He wouldn’t put it past his partner to fight him over pizza. If it came down to it.
Frank had already been pestering David to focus on the movie. The kick was simply another attempt at getting him to watch the damn thing.
“Pay attention to the movie, David .”
Frank nudged him with his foot again. The press of the fabric on his skin wasn’t too uncomfortable, but David had half a mind to grab his ankle and bend it backwards as payback. Frank's stupid, fluffy sock was brushing his cheek, teasing him.
“Fuck off.”
David huffed as Frank playfully pushed his foot into David's face. At least the socks were clean. They smelled vaguely like lavender, the type of detergent from the laundromat they used for their bed sheets. He shoved Frank's leg away, who chuckled softly as he fell back to his previous position on the couch.
David took a sip of his beer before responding,
“I can't pay attention. I have no idea what's happening.”
“You haven't even been watching it, David .”
“No.”
David huffed and threw his hand back again, enjoying the sound of his palm slapping against Frank's bare thigh
“It’s ‘cause I don't know any Italian.”
“There are subtitles!”
“Whatever.”
He could practically hear other men’s eyes roll, but it was Frank's own fault, really. It had been the first time in months they had the same day off; neither of them was on deployment or living at the Foxhound barracks. A very rare occurrence.
David was allowed to be annoyed that Frank had decided he would waste all this precious, valuable time by watching a movie in a foreign language that neither of them could understand.
At least it was nice to see Frank having a nice time for once.
The only problem was that they were at least an hour into the movie, far too late at this point for David to start paying attention. Frank had insisted that reading subtitles isn't that bad, and after a while, you don't notice them. David was not convinced.
Not that he had actually tried.
He tried anyway, more because he didn't feel like a foot whacking his skull again and keeping Frank happy. Rather than actually being interested in the stupid movie.
David wanted to watch The Last Crusade , something fun that he could passively follow. Unfortunately for him, Frank had vetoed it immediately, claiming Sean Connery was eerily similar to Big Boss for him to be able to enjoy it.
David personally didn't see the resemblance. Old men tended to look the same to him. But then again, people had always mused that David looked like Big Boss, too.
He was sure that even if he understood Italian, this movie would still be fucking boring.
“ Fraaaaank. ”
David whined childishly. Dramatically falling back in a heap against the couch, blindly reaching out for Frank.
“ Just come here, and stop fidgeting.”
Frank sighed, moving closer to the back of the couch to make room. He patted the empty spot next to him, inviting.
David didn't need to be told twice. He all but pounced up from his place on the floor and scrambled onto the couch.
Instead of nestling into the warm leather, David decided he would lie directly on top of Frank. He rested his head on the other man's chest, almost giggling as Frank sighed exasperatingly. A reluctant hand came to rest on his head, rubbing the spot where he had previously been kicked.
“Heh, Hello.”
David laughed into his chest, trying to burrow his face into Frank's warm jumper. He felt giddy, like a silly teenage girl with their first boyfriend.
“Jesus, David, those beers went to your head fast.”
“No… I just love you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“You love me too.”
It wasn't a question. David had never had to question Frank about that. Frank was fairly older than himself. He didn't say it as much, and barely talked about his feelings in general. That didn't mean it wasn't true, though. David just liked saying it more, and he would say it for both of them, too.
“Yeah,”
Frank replied. David could hear a smile in his voice.
Chapped lips pressed against his forehead in a kiss. His hand threaded through David’s growing hair while he held him close.
“You need a haircut.”
Frank said, all matter-of-factly.
“I thought you liked that my hair is getting longer?”
“I do. But you don't.”
“Well, maybe I'll grow it out for you.”
“You should. You would look good.”
David laughed and could feel Frank's responding chuckle from the rumble in his chest.
Franks's hand slid down to the back of his neck, tapping softly on his skin.
“That kinda tickles.”
David breathed out, not realising his grave error.
“Oh, really ?”
Oh.
Oh fuck.
David had no time to react before he was flipped over onto his back, Frank straddling him, his muscular thighs giving David no chance of escape.
“Frank! Don't!"
He was ignored as Frank's fingers started mercilessly tickling David's sides. The older man teased him relentlessly while he continued his attack, reducing him to uncontrollable laughing.
“F-Frank!”
David tried to get out between yelps and giggles.
“What is it, Dave?”
Frank asked with his faux serious tone. David was writhing all over the place. He didn't even stop moving his fingers all over his body. Bastard.
“S-top, stop.”
Finally, the assault ended, Frank chuckling triumphantly as David tried and failed to catch his breath.
“Jerk.”
David playfully hit Frank's shoulder.
“You love me.”
Frank parrotted David's words from earlier.
“Hrgh, fine.”
Frank leaned down and placed a sweet, soft kiss against David's lips. Before David could reciprocate, Frank lay down on top of him, mirroring their previous position.
David wrapped his arms around Frank's middle. They stayed quiet, simply enjoying being in each other's arms, in a place with no danger and no chance of being caught by snooping eyes. He couldn't help but hope this would be normal for them one day.
He listened as Frank's breaths became more and more even as he drifted asleep on top of David.
Typical.