Chapter 21 #2
He didn’t really want answers to those questions. What he wanted was to let himself go under Frankie’s gentle, loving care.
“Make me come,” Lucas said.
Frankie chuckled softly. “I planned on it, princess. Spread your legs for me.”
Lucas did, and Frankie moved away from him.
The only touch remaining were his hands on his waistband.
They tugged until his pants came free, and he heard them hit the floor with a dull thud.
Frankie traced a touch up his calves, then the insides of his thighs as he spread Lucas’s legs further apart.
He hitched one knee up, pushing it toward Lucas’s chin. “Hold there. Just like that. Fuck, you are perfect,” he praised when Lucas did.
Heat rushed from his sternum to his chin. “Am I?”
“I wish I spoke more languages so I could find more words,” Frankie told him. “I might deserve being called a poet then.”
“You have no idea how good you already are,” Lucas said, the words ending on a gasp because Frankie pressed wet fingers to his hole and began to pump.
Lucas hadn’t heard him open the lube, so it must have been spit, and something about the raw realness of that was so wildly erotic, he felt his dick pulse, precome dribbling from his tip.
“Fuck, I love looking at you like this,” Frankie told him. “Spread out for me, warm here.” He touched his sternum.
“You can see heat?” That was a wild thought. Lucas had never realized that was possible.
“It’s flushed pink, like someone put watercolor paint on their hands and spread it all over your chest.” He traced the shape of where Lucas felt himself blushing. “But I can see a lot about you.”
“Like what?”
“The way your lips are parted when you breathe because the pleasure is intense. The way you arch your back and dig your hands into the sheets, and the way your toes curl when I touch you here.” He pulsed his fingers against his ass again.
Lucas sucked in a breath and licked his lips. “What else?”
“I can feel you too,” Frankie said. His hand was gone for a moment, and then Lucas heard it.
The tiny snick of the lube cap. Frankie’s fingers didn’t return.
No, it was something thicker. Harder. Rubber in the shape of a cock.
The head pushed against his hole and stretched just enough to make it burn.
Just enough to take the first inch. And then he stopped.
It was fucking glorious torment.
“M-more,” he begged.
“I will. But I know you can be patient for me, princess. I know you can wait, because it’ll be worth it.”
“Hnng,” Lucas whined.
Frankie breathed out softly, the ghost of his exhale brushing along Lucas’s jaw. He smelled like mint.
“What do I feel like?” Lucas asked him.
Frankie was silent for a very long time, and then suddenly he pushed hard, and the dildo slid all the way inside him, immediately grazing his prostate. He gasped, his back arching as Frankie began to fuck him in earnest with it.
Lucas cried out as his thighs began to shake, and Frankie’s free hand curled around his cock, jacking him with the same rhythm. He was going to spill. He was going to give up all sense of control.
But he wanted his answer.
“Frankie. What do I feel like?”
Frankie surged in and nosed his jaw, then took his mouth in a heavy, wet, powerful kiss. He angled the dildo again, fucking him fast and hard. Lucas was losing all control, and he was only barely aware of words spoken between them because he was coming.
But Frankie was speaking. “You feel like home, princess. Like you are my home.”
Lucas passed out. Or, at least, he thought he did. He’d never actually fainted in his life, and he’d always wondered what it would be like as a blind person. Gage had described it once—his vision going white around the corners, like a giant light eating up everything he could see.
Then the next thing he knew, he was on the floor, and his dad was hovering over him, taking his pulse.
Lucas imagined it would be like waking up from a dream, and that’s kind of what this felt like. Everything was surreal. Frankie was still pressed against him, and there was a pool of wet, cooling come on his stomach. His cock was soft against his thigh, and his ass was tender and empty.
How long had he been out? And had Frankie noticed?
“Are you with me now, sweetheart?”
Lucas’s dry tongue darted out and attempted to wet his lips. “I…think that was a lot.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, I—it’s…” He was struggling with words. But there were three floating around, and he knew they could either make this moment what it should be, or they could destroy everything.
Lucas had always been fairly risk averse. He couldn’t help it. Risks for him were so often disastrous.
But he wasn’t afraid anymore.
He lifted one floppy hand, and it took him a moment to find Frankie’s cheek. It was warm against his palm and rough from his hair, though his skin was so soft just above his beard line. He was so fucking beautiful.
“Do most sighted people find you attractive?”
Frankie laughed. “God, I never thought I’d be asked that. Ah…some do. Does it matter?”
“Not even a little bit,” Lucas told him. “Just want to know how many people I’m going to be fist-fighting for the next forever.”
Frankie’s exhale had a tremble to it. “Forever, huh?”
Lucas bit his lower lip, then let it go. “I’m…fuck. Okay.” He took a deep breath and leapt. “I’m in love with you.”
He was flying through the air, across the void.
And then Frankie caught him with words Lucas truly didn’t expect to hear in return.
“Oh, princess, I’m in love with you too.”
The kiss after that was slow and careful. Lucas was still in pain, but he could barely feel it. He was floating again, in that void with only Frankie’s touch guiding him back down to earth. He landed again, safely in his boyfriend’s arms.
“You with me?” Frankie asked.
Lucas smiled. “I think so.”
“Good. Now it’s time for a shower.”
He started to pull away, but Lucas grabbed at him, yanking him back down. There was something to be said about the way it felt to have Frankie fully clothed and touching his naked skin. It was an odd comfort. He thought maybe he’d feel exposed, but he didn’t.
He felt entirely safe and seen in a way he hadn’t realized he wanted.
“What’s wrong?” Frankie asked.
“I don’t think I have another one in me.”
There was a beat of silence, and then Frankie burst into laughter and kissed him softly, first on the lips, then on the neck, then a kiss to each wrist as he took Lucas’s hands in his and pulled him up to sit. “Neither do I.”
“Oh, I…did you…?”
“I couldn’t help it. The way you came apart,” Frankie said slowly, trailing off, “it just happened.”
Lucas understood. He was pretty sure he might have done the same thing if their positions had been reversed. And maybe they would be, one day, when he had better control over himself. But for now, he didn’t mind this.
“Just a shower?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And your hands on me?”
Frankie laughed again, then pulled Lucas to his feet but kept him in close. He kissed him once more. “Always.”
Lucas once thought he might hate that too. It was one of the reasons he’d been terrified of falling in love. But he was starting to realize that although he still had his rules, Frankie was the exception to every single one.