Chapter 15 #2
He pressed his palms to the sheets just as Frankie tugged his underwear off and let that pool at his feet too. Lucas managed to get it off one leg and left it hanging around his other ankle. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care.
He was too in tune with the sound of Frankie rummaging around in what he assumed was his nightstand.
There was the sound of a plastic bag crinkling and hard objects rolling around.
Something hit the top of the nightstand with a dull thud, and then something else—something that sounded almost hollow. Like a paper box.
“Condoms,” Frankie said, his hand returning to Lucas’s spine. “And lube.”
“You know I don’t have anything, right?”
Frankie chuckled. “Yes, but I have a feeling you’ll hate the sensation of lube and come inside you.”
Lucas couldn’t argue with that. Nothing was worse than things that were sticky or gooey.
He turned his face back toward the bed and bent his head down, drawing in and exhaling slow breaths.
He was a little too wound up, and with the way his cock felt between his legs, he was terrified he was going to lose himself before they got to the good part.
And while it had been nice before, he had a feeling this was going to blow his fucking mind.
“Relax, princess,” Frankie murmured. He dragged two firm hands up and down either side of his spine. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”
“I know,” Lucas rasped. “I know. I just…it’s new, and new things are hard for me. And sometimes scary.”
“We can slow down, or we can stop whenever you want. Just say the word or tap my arm if you can’t speak. I don’t care if I’m seconds away from coming, alright? If you want it to end, it ends.”
Lucas licked his lips and nodded. “Mhm. Yes. Okay.”
Frankie kissed the center of his back. “I’m going to taste you here.” Two fingers brushed between his ass cheeks, grazing his hole.
“Oh, I—I’ve been walking around. I had a shower this morning, but I didn’t, you know…get all up inside me. What if it tastes bad?” Like shit. Or sweat. Or both.
“I’m going to like it,” Frankie said, like somehow he just knew. “And if I don’t, I’ll stop.”
Lucas could live with that. “Okay. Can you hurry? I feel like I’m going to freak out if you don’t do something.”
There was a dull thud, and it took Lucas a second to realize that Frankie’s knees had hit the floor. Oh fuck, oh fuck. He was kneeling like Lucas’s asshole was the altar and he was about to pay worship. The thought of that alone threatened to undo him.
And then Frankie’s mouth was on him, and it was all Lucas could do not to nut all over the comforter without warning. He tensed his entire body and tried to hold in a moan, but it ripped from his chest when Frankie parted his cheeks wide and swiped his tongue over his hole.
“Oh my god, uh uh fuck,” Lucas babbled.
Frankie chuckled, the sound vibrating over Lucas’s backside as he tightened the muscles of his tongue and then pushed inside. Lucas’s knees began to shake.
“I c-can’t. I can’t. Please,” he choked out.
Frankie pulled back, then laid a wet, messy kiss over his hole, then another one on his taint. And another on his balls as he cupped them with his palm. When he let go, Lucas wanted to scream at the empty void that sat between them.
He couldn’t take it. He needed Frankie’s touch.
But it was back before he could truly panic. Those big, warm, calloused hands pushed him backward until he was falling on the bed, and Frankie came with him. And it was then—as skin met skin—he realized Frankie had undressed.
Lucas ran his hands all over him, from the top of his head to the divot in his hips. His fingers learned all the spots that made him jump and shiver and moan as Frankie kissed the side of his neck, digging careful teeth into his tendon.
“Gorgeous,” Lucas murmured as he ran fingers around the bumps on his nipples.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Best thing I have ever put my hands on.” And he wasn’t lying.
This beat the time that Lucas got to play with a baby Pomeranian puppy that was barely the size of a softball. It beat the time he got to shove his hands into a bin full of sesame seeds. It beat the first time he went to the beach and got to dig around in loose, damp sand.
Maybe it didn’t beat the feeling of being hugged by family when he was feeling his worst, but that was different.
And so was Frankie. He created a feeling in Lucas he didn’t know he could have. He was…hell. He was everything Lucas didn’t know he wanted.
And the thought of giving that up threatened to make him panic, so instead, he turned all the way on his back and pushed his fingers into Frankie’s hair. “I want you to suck me, but be careful because I’m not ready to come yet.”
Frankie’s hand gripped the side of Lucas’s hip, then curved around to cup his ass, squeezing gently. “Yes, princess.”
Lucas let out a rush of air. “Like when you say yes to me.”
“It’s damn near impossible not to,” Frankie murmured, and then he lifted up and away, and Lucas held himself still as he felt him shift. After a slow, heavy forever, warm lips brushed the space just above his belly button.
The kiss got wetter. Messier. Lingered a bit longer.
Lucas’s legs bent at the knees, and then he let them fall to the sides, giving Frankie room to settle between them.
The weight of him was glorious. Lucas could feel him everywhere.
The heat of him, the scent of his soap from his shower, the lingering hints of coffee from his office…
it all gathered into one unique fragrance that was Frankie.
It matched his cinnamon-rich voice and sugar-sweet way of touching Lucas that made him crave more.
“Want you,” he said. His hands found Frankie’s hair, and he indulged himself, feeling the glossy dark locks and the coarse greys. It was long enough to grip, but short enough that he could pull it through his fingers without hurting him.
“You’ve got me,” Frankie said, and then he gripped Lucas’s cock and gave a single tight stroke before fitting his lips around the head and sucking him down to the hilt. The sensation of it had Lucas’s toes curling into the sheets.
He couldn’t stop his hips from rising, from fucking forward, from chasing the orgasm he’d just said he didn’t want to have.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Too close,” he gasped.
Frankie pulled off immediately, squeezing the base of Lucas’s cock until the orgasm receded into a gentler thrumming need at the base of his spine. Lucas felt him dip his head, felt a kiss pressed to his wet shaft, then to the join in his hip, then to his heavy balls.
“Want me to stop?” Frankie asked after a beat.
Lucas bit his lip, then nodded. “Want the rest of what you promised me.”
Two fingers brushed up the crack of his ass and pulsed against his hole. “Here?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Or you can fuck me if you want,” Frankie said. He kissed Lucas’s thigh again. “I’m vers.”
“Vers—oh. You do both?”
“Mm. My preference is serving you.”
Not his partner. You, he’d said. Lucas.
His princess.
“I want to feel you inside me. I—I want to try it the other way too. But I don’t think I can now.”
Frankie chuckled, the cinnamon-sugar laugh rushing over Lucas’s body like intangible rain. “We have time, sweetness.”
They did, he supposed. From what Frankie had said earlier, they had as long as Lucas wanted. So…what if he wanted forever? His tongue ached from holding back the question, but it wasn’t the time. Not when he wasn’t sure what he wanted.
Not when he wasn’t sure of himself.
But he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t see forever with a man like this. Or, if he was being truthful, this exact man.
Lucas was drawn away from that thought spiral when he heard the click of a bottle cap. And then there was a touch against his ass with wet fingers. His thighs began to tremble as Frankie lifted one of his legs and pushed his knee toward his chest.
“Just like that, princess. Fuck, you’re perfect. You look so good like this.”
“Yeah?” He’d never really cared about the concept of sight, but he wished he could relate a bit more to being able to observe something without having to touch it or hear it or smell it. To sit across the room, having no access to Frankie, but to be able to be overwhelmed by his presence?
Although he had a feeling just knowing Frankie was in the room would do that to him. Now that he knew him like this? Lucas would never be able to erase these sensations.
“I like you a lot,” he said.
Frankie’s fingers stilled. “Do you?” He sounded genuinely unsure of himself.
Pushing up on his elbows, Lucas touched the edge of Frankie’s jaw, then pushed his chin up and hoped it was at the right angle for him to see Lucas’s face. “I like you so much,” he repeated. “You are so overwhelmingly gorgeous.”
Frankie pushed one finger inside, and Lucas grunted hard at the intrusion. It was…different. He’d used his own hands and toys on himself, so he wasn’t unfamiliar with the feeling of being stuffed full. He liked it. He could come that way with the right angle.
But someone else’s finger was…strange.
Erotic, but a little overwhelming.
He squeezed around it and let out a shaking breath. “Mm.”
“Good?”
“Mmhm.”
Frankie began to pump his finger in and out. “You’ve done this before. To yourself. Tell me, princess, did you like it? Did you like fingering yourself open?”
“Not as m-much as this,” Lucas managed to get out. He flopped back down, his arms above his head, gripping at the edge of the mattress behind the pillow. His thighs were shaking again.
“Did you use a toy in your ass? Did you fuck it like it was a cock?”
He let out a whimpering sob as he clenched around a second finger, then a third. “Hnng. It…I…I liked it. I like th-this better.”
“I thought you might.” Frankie began to finger him harder, spreading them slightly, the stretch burning in the most delicious way. Then he curled at the knuckle and hit the spot that made Lucas’s entire body grow white-hot.
“Oh god, oh god…”
“Don’t come,” Frankie warned.