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Y’know Frank assumed the next time he’d be sitting in on a trial would be after he got arrested again. He wasn’t expecting to be sitting in the audience just so he can watch Red at work.
He was just meant to be dropping off some lunch for Red, a quick in and out. Red’s spending most of the day in the courthouse today, and no way in hell is Frank gonna let him get away with not eating some actual food for lunch.
Probably not the greatest idea to be seen in a courthouse, given who he is, but with his beard being grown out, he figured it wouldn’t be too bad to drop in quickly.
Originally it was going to plan, Frank found Red in the courthouse quickly and handed over the lunch he prepared. The smile on Red’s face was more than enough reward for Frank’s efforts. It was like staring at a goddamn ray of sunshine and joy.
Frank also noticed some amused looks on Karen and Nelson’s faces in the corner of his eye. God knows how many times Karen has playfully teased him and Red about being ‘love-birds’. It was easy to ignore the two watching when his focus was taken by Red kissing him.
“You should stay and watch the trial,” Red had said suddenly after finishing the lunch.
“That sounds like a terrible idea, for plenty of reasons,” Frank immediately replied.
Red smirked, “No one’s noticed you yet, and I- I want you to be there.” Frank noticed him doing that nervous fidgeting he does with his cane. “Besides, might be good to see a trial without being the focus.”
Frank was brutally reminded of how hard it is to say no to Red sometimes. No idea why the hell Red would want him there, but he said it so earnestly that Frank couldn’t help but give in.
So now he’s here, at the back of a courtroom, watching Red at work. Well, so far it’s been mostly Nelson.
Frank honestly isn’t fully sure on what this trial is for, from what he’s gathered, and remembered from Red in the past few days, they’re helping out a guy who’s getting sued by some asshole after the asshole hit the guy’s car.
Apparently, the asshole’s playing it off like the guy hit him. Frank’s pretty sure the guy’s name is Miles, and the asshole’s Paul Jackson or some shit. Red talked about how Miles had come to the office hoping to get some help.
Of course, Red had insisted on helping pro-bono, cause he can’t help but be a saint. Next time Frank was at the office he could still hear Nelson grumbling about how they’re gonna go broke one day.
The trial has just finished their opening statements, Nelson setting the stage. Frank’s got to give it to him, he’s sure good at getting people hooked in, both back during Frank’s own trial and now. Damn good lawyer, Frank’s still surprised that Nelson almost managed to get him off the hook.
Red said the trial wouldn’t last that long, Frank’s hoping that’s right for everyone’s sake. Longer he’s here, higher risk of being noticed, and the sooner Miles is in the clear, the better.
The prosecuting’s presenting shit first. Frank’s focus immediately starts drifting off. His eyes drift to Red, who’s sitting next to Nelson and Miles. Red and Miles are talking to each other, Frank can’t make out what they’re saying but Miles looks worried. Red’s probably calming him down, there’s a soft smile on his face.
Even just sitting there, Red looks in his element. Frank didn’t get to see Red that much in his Trial, missing half the time. And when he was there, Frank had a lot more going on in his head and watching Red wasn’t his focus.
Now though, he can watch Red, and there’s something about him that exudes comfortability. It’s that same almost cockiness Red gets when they’re out at night. It’s that familiar devil in him that thrives in combat, clearly it ain’t just for throwing punches.
His posture’s confident and calm, his smile is sure, it’s like seeing Red at the start of a fight. Only missing the red pyjamas and raised fists.
It’s certainly doing something to Frank.
Fuckin’ hell, he can feel himself getting warmer just at the sight. He’s no stranger to finding Red attractive, especially when he has that annoying confidence, but Red ain’t even doing anything. Yet, just sitting there is enough to get Frank bothered in the middle of a courtroom.
Just to top it off, Frank swears Red turns towards him and smirks, just for a second. Annoying bastard, the smirk certainly ain’t helping the heat rising in Frank.
Frank’s focus is back on the trial itself when he hears the prosecution sitting back down, they must’ve finished whatever they were doing. He notices the Jackson asshole on the witness stand, prolly giving his testimony.
Asshole looks proud of himself, like he’s already won. There’s a stupid smile on his face and he keeps sending looks to Miles. Frank considers how angry Red would be if Frank ran up and punched the asshole right there and then.
“Would the Defence like to examine the witness?” The judge asks.
Red stands up and nods, “Yes, your honour.” Frank watches as he makes his way closer to the stand, that confidence is even in his goddamn walk.
Frank sees Jackson give Red some sort of amused look, like he’s about to laugh simply at the sight of Red. Frank’s really considering punching him now.
“Mr. Jackson, if I understand correctly, you’re claiming our client hit your vehicle with his own, correct?” Red asks. The tone he’s using reminds Frank of when he’s interrogating someone out at night, it’s not as deep or menacing, but it has that same sureness. Like no matter what, he’s gonna get the truth outta you.
Unfortunately, that tone also reminds Frank of the sudden warmth he’s feeling from Red being… Red.
Jackson rolls his eyes, “Uh- yeah, duh. Isn’t that what I just said?” This asshole better be glad Frank cares more about dealing with being arrested and Red’s anger more than the need to punch him. “Son of a bitch left a deft in my car, he’s gotta pay for it.”
Red tilts his head, and Frank can see the grin that slowly makes its way on Red’s face. Frank knows that grin, it’s the one he has when he’s about to break some asshole’s arm. That devilish confidence sends a shiver down Frank’s spine.
Did Red always look that good in a suit? The tightness in the right places. The nice presentable look. It’s all suddenly hitting Frank, and he swears his pants get tighter.
“And as the prosecution has… explained, you’ve apparently done a lot of work for the community and would have no reason to lie about this event.” Red continues.
The prosecution’s section must have just been to boast the asshole, and make him look good.
Asshole looks like he’s about to say something, when Red continues, “Now, so far the only actual evidence the prosecution has is Mr. Jackson’s words.” That smile is bright on Red’s face. “However, just before this trial, one of my partners was able to find a video I think the jury might find useful.”
The sudden look of panic on Jackson’s face makes Frank smile. And well, the smug look on Red’s face makes Frank once again aware of how hot he’s getting.
“Your honour, if we may can we please play this video?” Red says to the judge, who gives the go ahead. There’s a TV up and Frank sees it start playing something.
It looks like security footage, and there’s a road in view. There’s a car driving along at a steady pace, nothing unusual. Then suddenly, another car comes speeding in and hits right into the back of the first car. Quickly after, asshole Jackson very clearly comes out of the speeding car, and walks over to the other guy’s window yelling something.
The footage stops, and Jackson looks like he’s just shit himself.
There’s a smirk on Red’s face when he speaks again, “Mr. Jackson, could you maybe explain what happened on the footage for me? Just so I’m sure they played the right video…” Cocky bastard, the smile on Frank’s face widens.
Jackson’s unable to respond outside of unintelligible stammering and stuttering.
Red just nods with a smile, “The defence rests their case.” Frank watches as he sits back down, next to a smiling Miles.
Red’s smile, walk, even just sitting down. Why the hell is it all doing so much for Frank? He’s pretty sure he’s blushing, and his dick’s definitely interested in whatever the hell is causing this.
Again, It reminds Frank of when they’re out at night. Red’s controlled but vicious moves in a fight. Like a rabid dog barely on a leash. Frank loves it, he loves seeing Red in his element. Apparently that extends to this element too.
God, Frank’s mind is suddenly only filled with late night quickies they’ve had. Especially on some rooftop or in some alleyway.
Frank sees Red turn back towards him, and there's an all too knowing smile on his face. Jackass can probably smell how worked up Frank is getting. He better be willing to do something about it.
“Bathroom.” Frank grits out under his breath, Red definitely hears it if the uptick in his smile means anything. Frank doesn’t hesitate to get up and go to that bathroom. Moving through the courthouse is like auto-pilot, only focusing on where to find a bathroom and quickly.
He finds one quickly, thankfully. He quickly checks the stalls and no one else is there, also thankfully. Now Red just has to hurry his ass up. Frank’s only getting more worked up thinking about what they're about to do.
Frank gets in one of the stalls, he needs to relieve some of the god damn want inside him. He gets his zipper down as fast as he can, and pulls the front of his underwear down. His dick’s just out enough for Frank to get his hand around him.
The feeling of his hand immediately makes a groan echo out of his mouth, he has to lean against the stall wall to keep himself propped up. God damn Red, and his annoyingly hot existence.
Frank can’t stop himself from moving his hand up and down himself slowly. It’s painfully dry, but he honestly can’t be bothered to try and get his dick wet right now. The only thing he’s focused on is Red’s annoying smirk and that cocky energy that’s constantly radiating off him.
He’s hard and sensitive as hell, every drag of his hand sends a shiver through him. Every drag makes him think more about Red. At some point he shut his eyes, the pressure in him is gonna kill him. Red better get here soon.
“Starting without me, Frank?” Speak of the goddamn devil.
Frank opens his eyes immediately, Red is standing at the stall door looking even more smug than before. Fuckin’ hell, Frank can’t stand it and loves it at the same time.
He doesn’t even give Red a response, Frank grabs and pulls him in immediately. Red doesn’t resist, it’s easy for Frank to get the door closed behind him and push Red into the stall door.
Frank stops Red from making another smug comment by catching Red’s mouth with his own. Whatever he was gonna say, it turns into a moan that Frank swallows eagerly. The taste of Red is heavenly right now.
There’s another taste of Red that Frank wants.
Frank pulls back from the kiss, he gets a good view of Red’s blinding smile. It only makes him want to do this more. He doesn’t wait to get down onto his knees finally, and start working away at Red’s zipper.
“Wow, you’re worked up,” Red says breathlessly. Frank feels a hand start moving its way into his hair.
“Shut up, Red.” Frank can only focus on trying to get Red into his mouth, he shoves Red’s boxers down as soon as the zipper’s out of the way. Red’s dick springs in front of him, Frank doesn’t wait a second to get the tip into his mouth.
The taste is divine in Frank’s mouth, and the groan from Red above him is just as good. He leans forwards and takes more of Red into his mouth, the hand in his hair starts gently gripping at his head.
Frank has one hand on Red’s thigh, and his other goes back to stroke his own dick. He keeps moving his head forward until he finds his nose buried at the base of Red’s dick. There’s a breathy moan from Red, his grip tightens even more.
A groan is ripped from Frank’s throat at the feeling of Red against the back of his throat. He enjoys the feeling for a moment longer, before pulling back and beginning to suck off Red properly. Red begins to push and pull Frank in tandem, guiding him back and forth on Red’s dick.
Frank’s not gonna last long at all, he already feels the pressure rising in his crotch. Might as well try to get Red to come soon too. He bobs back and forth faster, and buries Red deeper.
Red’s grip goes from guiding Frank to properly moving him, Frank is more than happy to let Red take the reign. There’s another moan from Red, and then he starts thrusting in and out of Frank’s mouth.
Frank relaxes, and lets Red properly use his throat. Pleasure is rippling through him, and he’s so close to coming.
“Feel so good, Frank,” Red breathes out in front of him, “God, you feel good.” Red pushes fully into Frank’s throat, and then the familiar feeling of warm liquid starts falling down his throat. It’s enough to send Frank over the edge too, coming over his hand and the bathroom floor.
There’s a good moment of them recovering their breaths, before Red is pulling out Frank. Frank manages to stand back up, much to his knees discontent, and grab some of the toilet paper to clean himself.
“Never shave your beard,” Red says suddenly, there’s a smile on his face.
Frank laughs, “Alright, Red.”
Red chuckles too, and then says, “Enjoy the trial?”
Frank is reminded of Red’s… everything, and feels the heat rise in him again. “Could say that.”
There’s another chuckle from Red, and then he’s moving closer to Frank. Suddenly their lips are together again, and Frank is more than reciprocal.
No fucking clue why Red being a lawyer does that much to Frank, but he’s gotten a great orgasm and one from Red too, so he really doesn’t care.
He should deliver lunch more often.