Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FRANKIE
Office days were Frankie’s least favorite days. It meant being overly accessible to his coworkers. It meant a mountain of paperwork. It meant fielding complaints from restaurant owners who thought he was unfair.
It meant shitty food from the three places downtown that could get an order done in a reasonable amount of time.
But it did give him the opportunity to sit at his desk and think about the night before. To think about what it had been like to have Lucas falling apart in his arms, kissing him like he needed Frankie’s mouth to breathe. Holding him like he would disappear if he didn’t squeeze tight enough.
He woke with the scent of Lucas all over him, which eased the discomfort of his back pain because he was not built for sleeping on the floor any longer.
He had no regrets, of course. While he hadn’t come, he’d felt more satisfied by Lucas’s presence than any session with his left hand and a warm shower, which had been his only mode of getting off since his ex left.
Leaving him that morning had been hard, but knowing that he might see Lucas again tonight eased some of the fear that he was getting this all wrong.
Leaning back in his chair, he stared out the window. They were one of the taller buildings in the area. Living in a small town meant no skyscrapers or massive apartment buildings. He could see out over the downtown shops and toward his neighborhood.
He wondered where Lucas was parked today. He knew he could go check his socials since they were always posted the night before, but he didn’t want to be tempted to go bother him at work again. Though, he thought, a grilled PB&J wasn’t the worst reason to go for a long walk.
He glanced at his clock and sighed. He really did not have the time. And frankly, if he saw Lucas, he’d struggle to keep his hands to himself, and he didn’t want to be crossing lines in front of customers.
He wanted to prove to Lucas that he could give him what he wanted—that he could be a friend, and when they were alone, give him all the benefits.
Reaching for his mouse, he wiggled it to wake his monitor up, but just as the file loaded, there was a knock on his door.
“Francisco?” Only people at work ever called him that. “There’s, ah…a chef who’s requesting a meeting with you. He seems a little upset.”
Frankie felt irritation crawl up his spine.
They had a fucking protocol. He didn’t take meetings with disgruntled chefs for a reason.
Several years back, there was an altercation, and one inspector ended up in the hospital with a windpipe that had been almost completely crushed, and one chef who earned three years in jail for his anger.
He stood up and walked to the door, throwing it open. “You know we don’t—oh.” The rest of his words died on his tongue because standing behind Selina was the one person he’d been desperate to see since that morning.
Lucas was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, his hair swept back into a messy bun, his left hand holding his cane tight while his right hand rested on the wall. He lifted his chin, and his lips twitched into something like a smile.
“I have several bones to pick with you, Mr. Montez,” Lucas said. “Several angry, heavy thick…bones.”
“Sir, if you want—”
“It’s fine,” Frankie said, barely able to keep the tremble from his voice. “I’ll handle this.”
Selina looked back at Lucas, then at Frankie. “If you need me, let me know.”
“I’ll be fine.” As Selina stepped around Lucas, Frankie moved into the corridor. “Can I offer you a hand?”
Lucas reached out. “Elbow, please.”
Frankie did as he asked, kicking the door open wider with his foot before leading Lucas inside. When they were past the threshold, Lucas reached behind him and shut the door with a purposeful click. The sound was loud enough to make Frankie jump.
“Does your office have windows?” Lucas asked.
“Just the one behind my desk.”
“So you didn’t see me coming?”
Frankie moved away from Lucas’s hand and turned to face him. “No.”
Lucas bit his lip as he stepped back against the door, his hand still behind him. “So, if I were to kiss you…”
Frankie took a breath, then closed the distance between them. He put a cautious hand on Lucas’s jaw like he did the night before, and Lucas let out a small, satisfied hum and tipped his face upward.
The kiss was just as good as before. Maybe even better because Frankie had been thinking about it all damn day. Lucas moaned softly, tilting his head to the side and wrapping one arm around Frankie’s waist.
“Okay,” Lucas said, breathing hard. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Mm. I have something to show you. Can you take me to your desk? Do you even have a desk?”
“I do,” Frankie said slowly.
Lucas’s fingers trailed down Frankie’s arm, and then he slipped his wrist against Frankie’s palm. “Take my hand and put it on the edge of it.”
He carefully led Lucas forward to the front of his desk and set his fingers right along the side. “It’s nothing fancy.”
“Trust me, that’s not what I’m worried about.” Lucas bit his lip again, then said quietly, “Go sit in your office chair.”
Frankie had no idea what the hell was happening, but it was an easy order to obey. He dipped his head low, set his lips to Lucas’s temple, then said, “Yes, princess.”
“Oh, fuck,” Lucas whispered.
Frankie smirked as he moved around Lucas and dropped back to his seat. He watched as Lucas traced the length of the desk, then suddenly disappeared for a beat as he dropped to his knees. His head popped up a second later, and then he climbed to his feet and set his cane against the edge.
“Does it satisfy?” Frankie asked, still no clue what was happening.
Lucas was smiling now. “Oh yes. Are you sitting down?”
“I am.”
Lucas traced a touch around the desk edge, and when he made it around to Frankie’s side, he stopped when his knee bumped the arm of the chair. “Roll back.”
Frankie did, and Lucas took the spot in front of him. He felt along the opening where Frankie’s legs fit, then—without any preamble or warning—he dropped to his knees and backed into the space.
Frankie made a soft choking sound as he watched Lucas curl his large body into the small area. “What…ah. What are you doing?”
Lucas just smiled. “Roll forward.”
“Sweetheart,” Frankie started. Lucas made a disgruntled noise. Frankie rolled forward and, when he was close enough, touched Lucas on the jaw. “Princess.”
“Better. Now, be quiet.”
“I—oh.” All sound died in the back of Frankie’s throat as Lucas’s long, delicate fingers found his legs. They crept upward until they found the button on his slacks. And then the zipper. “Lucas, sweetheart—princess—” he corrected swiftly, “this is a bad idea.”
Lucas grinned up at him, the expression on his face so hungry it made Frankie thicken in his boxers. “Or is it the best idea anyone’s ever heard?”
He couldn’t quite argue with that. He was playing with fire.
The get fired and arrested kind of fire, but he couldn’t bring himself to say no.
No was the last thing he wanted to say. His dick throbbed harder, and he could feel the tip getting wet with precome as Lucas carefully pulled it from the slit in his boxers.
He hummed softly, running his fingers from root to tip, tracing the shape of his head as his foreskin pulled back, letting his nails gently—not quite painfully—scrape along his sensitive skin and near his slit.
It hit him as he was watching the expression on Lucas’s face—this was the first time Lucas had touched a cock that wasn’t his own. He hadn’t touched Frankie the night before. At all. He’d felt him hard and throbbing against his thigh, but all the attention had been on him.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice raspy.
Lucas tilted his face up. “You’re gorgeous.”
He had no idea what to say, so he reached down and curled his hand around the top of Lucas’s, guiding him to grip tight and stroke gently.
“Is this what you like?” Lucas asked.
“Yeah, princess. This is what I like.”
“Show me more,” Lucas said.
Frankie squeezed his hand a bit tighter, then moved a bit faster. “Like this,” he grunted. He moved his gaze to the door, ready to freeze if someone walked in. He wasn’t sure his heart could take toying with getting caught like this, but somehow, that thought turned him on even more.
“What else?” Lucas asked. “My mouth? Would you like my mouth on you?”
“Oh fuck,” Frankie gasped. “Is that what you want to do?”
“Yes,” Lucas breathed.
He let Lucas’s hand go as the other man took Frankie’s shaft and guided the head to his lips, tracing the shape of his mouth with Frankie’s dick, and then the tip of his tongue peeked out and tasted the slit.
Fuck, he was going to die. He was going to combust, and all that would be left was smoldering ash.
“Can I suck you?” Lucas murmured.
Frankie’s nails dug into the faux leather arms of his chair. “Do—is that…” He took a long breath to calm himself down. “Is that something you’d like?”
“Been thinking about it all morning,” Lucas said, turning his face and nuzzling Frankie’s cock with his cheek.
His freshly shorn skin was barely rough, but it was enough to send sensation zinging up Frankie’s spine.
“I want to taste you. Want to memorize the shape of your body with my hands and my tongue. Can I? Please, please…”
“Oh, princess, you are really fucking pretty when you beg, but you don’t have to. I’m all yours.” The words tumbling from his lips were dangerous in their utter and complete honesty.
But Lucas didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his cheeks flushed, and his lips parted on a soft gasp. “Lean back for me, okay? Watch what I’m going to do to you. I want you to describe it later when you’re inside me.”
“Oh fuck, princess…”