5. Frankie #6
“I will remember that,” Diego said as he slowly rose from the bed and went to kneel in front of his dresser. He opened it, pulled out a strappy looking thing, and then tilted his head in invitation to Frankie.
Frankie scrambled out of the bed so fast he nearly faceplanted.
He’d stumbled upon some of Diego’s dildos, but he’d been so embarrassed, turned on, and embarrassed at how turned on he was that he’d slammed the drawer closed, unfortunately alerting Diego to his blunder.
As he knelt next to Diego now, all Frankie felt was excitement – until he looked closer at the dildos.
“Is this a fucking unicorn horn?” Frankie nearly shouted as he picked up a dildo that did indeed look like a unicorn horn. Then he saw an even more outlandish one underneath and he dropped the horn to pick up… a tentacle.
“I wasn’t sure what types of lovers I would encounter, and they had a buy-two-get-two free sale in college,” Diego said quietly, his cheeks practically glowing in the low light of his bedroom.
“I mean, I’m all for adventure, but I feel like you’d have to go so slow and be so careful with this one. You probably couldn’t actually fuck someone with it.”
Diego let out a quiet noise and fumbled with the straps in his hands. “Um… I… have tried it before.”
Frankie nearly fell over. “Did… you like it?”
“It was definitely an experience. Not necessarily one I would try again, but I used a condom, cleaned it, and thought I might as well just keep it in case someone else ever wanted to try it.”
Frankie wanted to comment, but he was distracted by a dildo at the bottom of the pile. It was the exact same color as the boxers he was wearing. He pulled it out; it was almost the perfect size. “This feels like it was meant to be,” he said holding the dildo next to his underwear.
Diego smiled softly. “It’s the one this harness came with, so that’s perfect.” He took the dildo from Frankie and closed the drawer, standing up and hesitantly looking between his bed and the bathroom.
“You don’t have to change in the bathroom. It’s your room, D. I can close my eyes or turn around?”
“I, uh, don’t mind if you watch me put it on but changing out the other packer can be a little… sweaty. I’d like to clean off in private if that’s okay.”
Frankie smiled and held out his hands. Diego handed him the harness and dildo and slipped into the bathroom.
Frankie stood there, not really sure what to do next.
He had cleaned, trimmed, and been prepping himself for a few days and kept up his “hookup hygiene” as he liked to call it, every day since Diego went in for the tests.
He lifted his arm and gave himself a quick sniff.
He smelled alright, but maybe he could run into his room and grab some more deodorant.
Diego emerged from the bathroom completely naked, and Frankie froze, his arm still in the air. He tried to play it off by bringing his hand behind his neck, but he could feel the skin of his neck and chest turning pink.
“Wow… you blush all the way down,” Diego commented mildly, shifting with slight discomfort as Frankie tried his best to look anywhere but at Diego’s crotch.
As the seconds ticked by, Diego’s shoulders hunched, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “You can… I mean… You probably should look, Franklin.”
Frankie dropped his arms and quickly shucked off his boxers, so he was standing there completely naked as well.
Diego took a sharp breath. Only then did Frankie let himself look.
The first thing that caught his eye was Diego’s gorgeous legs.
They were covered in dark hair and the muscles were more pronounced than on his stomach and chest. Frankie couldn’t decide if he liked his arms or his legs better. It might be a tie.
He slowly traced his eyes up Diego’s legs to his crotch.
He had a small, hard dick peeking out of his pubic hair, and a distinct lack of balls.
Frankie felt his mouth water at the earlier promise of one day being able to bury his face in that patch of fluffy hair.
He lifted his head and finally got to take in his boyfriend as a whole.
He was of average height, a larger build, with a delicious happy trail that fanned out down his hairy legs to his muscular calves and relatively small feet. He was absolutely fucking gorgeous.
“You’re so hot,” Frankie said at the exact same time Diego murmured, “Look at you.”
Frankie spread his arms out and did a little curtsy just to make Diego laugh.
He gave a soft chuckle and walked slowly towards Frankie and pulled him into his arms. Frankie was so used to keeping distance between their bottom halves, he let out a surprised “meep” when their bodies pressed together, collarbone to knees, and then a low moan as their cocks rubbed together.
“Oh god,” he groaned as Diego shifted his hips and pressed up into him.
He had to admit, this blatant show of confidence and control was not what Frankie had been expecting.
Sure, the day he’d walked into their Entrepreneurship class Diego had looked like he owned the place and the “man in charge” act Diego pulled when they were working with vendors and contractors was sexy as hell, but Frankie knew the real Diego now, too.
The man who had hang ups and insecurities, and sometimes curled into Frankie’s arms on the couch and let himself just feel his anxiety and fears.
Frankie realized this was the same. Diego was living in this moment of two men embracing, skin on skin, for the first time.
Frankie pressed his cheek against Diego’s until he turned, and they shared an awkwardly angled kiss.
It was sweet and tender and made Frankie’s insides feel all wobbly, and he opened his mouth to say something.
He let out a desperate noise when Diego wrapped his fingers around his cock. He whimpered when Diego slowly began to stroke him from base to tip, twisting his hand just so when he reached the head and swiping his thumb across his slit before stroking back down.
“D…D…Diego,” Frankie whimpered, desperately clinging to his shoulders and thrusting his hips up helplessly.
“Yes?”
“I—” Frankie gasped when Diego’s other hand gripped his balls and gave a gentle tug. “Holy god.”
Frankie dropped his head onto Diego’s shoulders as his entire body began to tremble. “D… it’s too much,” he moaned, as he started to get the telltale tingles in his thighs that meant he was getting close. He tried to pull away and push farther into his hands at the same time.
“Well then sit tight. This will take a minute or two.”
Suddenly, Frankie was standing alone, his shoulders hunched over and his head at a weird angle.
He spun around and found Diego stepping into the harness, pulling and adjusting the straps this way and that.
When it was snugly situated over his hips and under his ass – and holy hell, that was hot as sin – he slotted the dildo into place.
He adjusted his bio dick a little bit and then let out a soft noise as it seemed to slide into place inside the base of the harness.
He gave his hips an experimental wiggle, and his face twisted with pleasure.
This just about had Frankie spilling on the spot.
He cupped his dick and let out a pathetic noise.
Diego glanced up and smirked. “Like what you see?”
“So fucking much, D, I can’t even.” Frankie walked over and pulled Diego flush against him again. The dildo slid against his belly and knocked against his own erection. When Frankie pressed his hips forward Diego moaned.
“Is it… touching you? Like, you can feel this?” Frankie asked. He angled his hips slightly and pressed against Diego again.
Diego groaned and gripped Frankie’s hips, hard. “Yes. It has a slot that my dick can fit into. I had to get it specially made to fit my exact size, but it feels sort of like a, uh, manual stroker?”
Frankie leaned back and balked at Diego. “A manual stroker? You mean a fleshlight?”
Diego shuddered. “That’s such a gross term. And many of them are styled to look like female anatomy, which, obviously, is the farthest from anything I would ever want to engage with.” Diego grimaced and Frankie immediately felt bad for teasing.
“A manual stroker it is,” Frankie said leaning forward and pulling Diego in for a quick squeeze. Diego tensed and then relaxed in his arms, dropping gentle kisses along Frankie’s neck and shoulders.
Frankie leaned into the touch and then, careful not to knock them both over, he slowly backed up towards the bed and pulled Diego with him. When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, he collapsed backwards onto it and Diego came down on top of him.
“I don’t need a whole lot of prep, but a few fingers would be good,” Frankie breathed against Diego’s neck.
Diego reached for his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom.
Frankie had a sudden almost out of body experience.
He was really about to have sex with Diego.
His best friend in the entire world and now his boyfriend and soon-to-be lover.
Frankie had honestly been thinking he’d never have a boyfriend.
But now here he was, eagerly taking first one, then two of Diego’s warm fingers and thinking about what their future could look like.
He came back to himself when Diego stroked that spot deep inside him. He arched off the bed with a shout and Diego chuckled. “Frankie… eres perfecto,” Diego murmured mimicking Frankie’s earlier thoughts about Diego’s perfection.
He slowly slid in a third finger and Frankie cried out and started to beg. “Please, D… I need you.”
“You’ve got me, querido …”
Diego quickly applied the condom and lube while Frankie yanked a pillow under his hips. Diego lined himself up between Frankie’s legs.
Their eyes met and held as Diego slowly slid into him. Frankie began to moan the second the dildo entered him and he kept moaning as Diego slid all the way in.