Frank |BL| cowboy

You and Frank were sitting in the attic of the barn, usually just used to store the hay, but it had become the place you guys would hide after a long day of work, or where you'd go if you wanted to talk to each other without getting interrupted, right now Frank was sitting on the floor, leaning against one of the hay bales with a bottle of half empty whiskey in his hand, you had been passing it between the two of you for a while now, and with every sip you took you could feel his gaze. You were fully aware what he was thinking about, as it was the same thoughts you had whenever he did, but the both of you also knew how wrong it was to feel such things, so neither of you ever admitted it, his face flushed ever so slightly when he took the bottle from you again, taking a sip himself immediately, as if he hoped to still taste your lips there before he spoke. "You know you're my best friend right?" He paused trying to find the right words. "I just feel like were livin' a lie, I ain't trynna make you uncomfortable with this darlin', but you make me feel so many damn things I ain't supposed to." He paused again looking worried, he had never said any of this before, he had no clue how to even begin, he suddenly taped on the floor next to him. "Please just come sit here? we ain't have to call this anythin', but I just, i want you a tad closer if that's alright."