Fics like The Kissing Kind of Friends

It wasn’t a word that Mel would personally have come up with, but Trinity had a name for what Langdon had turned into after his divorce. Fuckboy. As Mel sat across from Frank at a dim sum and noodle restaurant down the street from the hospital, a place that at some point had become their restaurant, listening to Frank recount the details of his latest hook-up, Mel couldn’t help but turn the word over in her mind. “She gave surprisingly good head,” Frank said, between bites of a dumpling. “Oral wasn’t really something Abby and I had done in years. If we had sex at all it was sort of perfunctory missionary to reset the clock. God. I missed blow-jobs.” “Well. I’m glad it went well. Getting your needs met is important,” was all Mel could manage. Truthfully, hearing the details of Frank’s escapades generally turned her stomach, but there was so much more to their friendship she loved that made swallowing this particular notch in her throat worth it.

Fics like The Kissing Kind of Friends

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