12. Chapter 12 #2
Sammy shuddered, pupils dilating to near black at the word.
His cock jerked at the sight.
Fuck. Yes.
Sammy instantly tried to draw back, but Frankie’s grip tightened, his free hand grasping his bare waist, slamming their bodies together, pinning him.
He smelled of grass, dirt, sweat, and him—that faint scent that he couldn’t describe but loved.
It was Frankie’s turn to tremble, and he sighed, inhaling him.
“You smell good.” His voice was rough, laced with need. “I forgot how good you smell.”
Another shudder as Sammy’s stiff body softened against him.
“I know that this scares you, Sammy. It scares me, too,” he admitted. “I’ve only known one version of you. And then, after 15 fuckin’ years, you showed me something else.”
He slid his hand up his naked side, wanting to possess him, capture the man behind the wall. “I want to know this side of you—the one that you kept from me.”
Sammy sucked in a breath, “Frankie… I can’t.”
He swallowed, desire flaring in his belly, feeling the growing thickness of Sammy’s obvious arousal pressing tellingly into him.
“Give me what you will, then,” he murmured. “I can be patient, baby.”
Sammy’s jaw clenched down hard. “Fuck. Stop.”
He knew Sammy was referring to the pet name, and shook his head.
“Never. I can’t fuckin’ stop. Ever since that first night at the bar.
I didn’t mean to say it—but maybe I did.
Maybe you’ve always been my fuckin’ baby, and it took watching you cum for me to finally see it.
Because, fuck, baby—you look so goddamned good covered in our cum. ”
“Oh fuck,” Sammy groaned, his cock pressing demandingly hard against him.
“You like that, don’t ya?”
Sammy's resistance snapped, and his hands finally descended on Frankie’s shoulders, their hot breath mingling. His chest fluttered, but he didn’t move to kiss him, not yet.
“You like it when I talk dirty to you?” he rasped, taking control of Sammy’s surrender, yanking his hair back and exposing Sammy's neck, sliding his tongue over his flushed, wet skin.
God, it felt good. Not the press of his cock, which, sure, of course, felt fuckin’ fantastic. But this—Sammy giving in to him. The stupid fucking wall crumbling into ruins. That set the gasoline in his veins on fire. He came here for this.
For him.
Sam.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen…” Frankie said in a rush of words, trying hard to keep his cool.
“You’re gonna let me stay here—with you.
I leave in two days.” He kissed his neck, pressing his lips slowly up his throat and then to the sensitive skin below his ear, leaving hot, trailing kisses, desperately wanting to suck, to mark him, but he wouldn’t, not yet.
“You’re gonna call in sick and stay here with me—for me. ”
Sam nodded weakly, all fight and all resistance gone.
Thank fuck.
Frankie’s cock hardened at the sight of him, so giving of his body to him now, so under his command that it was intoxicating.
“That’s it, baby…” Frankie rewarded him with a bitingly hard kiss at the side of his neck, sucking in that hot flesh and slowly dry humping, their hard cocks brushing and grinding. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy giving me what I want.”
He dropped his hand from his waist to Sam’s perfect ass cheek and squeezed hard, hoping to leave bruises.
“I’m gonna give you what you’ve always wanted,” he murmured promisingly. “What you’ve only seen glimpses of.”
Sam trembled.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna forget your name and scream mine…”
“Fuck,” Sam whimpered, full on humping him now, wild and unhinged.
“Did you wanna cum, baby?” He could feel his urgency, how tightly wound his body was and he wondered how long it had been since he had taken care of himself. And how much it bothered him to think that Sam hadn’t been.
“Yes, yes… fuck… please…” Sam begged.
Begged.
Jesus.
Frankie’s cock leaked in his jeans and he moved quickly, slipping his hand up to the hemline of Sam’s shorts and feeling the slick of his wet back before sliding his hand over the firm skin.
He fingered the crack of his ass, feeling the moisture from his sweat and the hose water.
He liked the primal, almost animalistic thrumming between them, all need and urgency wrapped in a tight fist.
Sam thrust his hips roughly into his dick that was pressed against the thick denim of his jeans, but he wouldn’t pull himself out.
He wouldn’t cum, either. He wanted to watch Sammy unravel.
He wanted to break down any remnants of that wall between them with a sledgehammer, so that no trace of it ever came between them again.
Nothing but dust and ash. Rubble and ruins.
Because he needed the real man, simpering and cum soaked.
“That’s it, baby,” Frankie crooned, licking the shell of his ear. “Keep fucking yourself on me. Use me.”
A groan tore through the back of Sam’s throat, and his hands descended onto Frankie’s ass now, palming and squeezing over the material of his jeans.
Frankie slid his fingers between his cheeks and Sam jerked, and he knew he was close.
He found his tight hole, and using his sweat and the trickling water as lube, he circled the puckered entrance with his finger.
He’d never done this with a man before. He had explored this a few times over the years with some of his women, but this…
He fuckin’ couldn’t get enough.
Sam made a sound—it was so sexy, a combination of mewling and sighing, that Frankie’s heart slammed into his chest and he suddenly couldn’t breathe. He needed to hear it again. Now.
He edged around his entrance again, practically shaking with need, and Sam gave him that sound again. So desperate. So dirty. So fuckin’ real. And his.
“You like that?” Frankie croaked out, so hard he thought he might be the one to burst in his pants. “You’re so fuckin’ needy, aren’t you, baby?”
Sam flushed, averting his gaze, embarrassed.
“No,” he snapped. “Don’t fuckin’ hide from me. There’s nothin’ to be ashamed about. Nothin’. We both want this now.”
Sam’s gaze shot to his, fear mixed with something else, something he couldn’t decipher.
He fingered his hole, watching him. His pulse skittered with the way Sam’s jaw unhinged, his body tense, and then gave. His eyes shone like stars filled with a lustful brilliance that Frankie had never seen before.
“God, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he heard himself admit, and it was his turn to blush.
“Gorgeous, huh?” Sam’s eyes searched his face, lip curling upward.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “How come I never saw how good you looked before?”
“Because I never showed you.”
“You are now, aren’t you, baby?” He slid his fingers over his entrance, teasing, swirling. “Showin’ off, aren’t ya?”
Sam bit his lower lip, breath coming out in hard spurts.
“All for me,” Frankie drawled. “Say it.”
“…Fuck,” Sam bucked upward. “For you. Everything is for… fuck…”
“Me.”
“Yes. Fuck, Frank!”
They were both beginning to get desperate, and before he realized what was happening, Sam pushed him against the table.
His best friend’s hands were everywhere, and he couldn’t stop the urgent fingers at his belt and zipper.
He tried to protest, but Sam was too fast for him, sliding his hand into his open pants and grasping his dick.
Frankie tilted his head back and moaned. Sam’s fingers were hot and strong and…
“Fuck!” For a minute of madness, he let Sam stroke his shaft, pumping him up and down.
He wanted to fuck him.
Right here.
Right now.
But he wanted their first time to be special. Not a roll in Sam’s backyard, for fuck’s sake. He suddenly realized that he could still get what he wanted, but without fucking him.
Frankie grabbed his wrist and pulled him away. Well, he tried to. Sam, the bastard, fought him. He hummed, twisting his wrist the way he would in a wrestling match, and Sam balked, cursing as Frankie easily outmaneuvered him, twirled, and then pushed him against the table, ass out.
He kicked out his legs, widening his stance and positioning himself over him, forcing his chest down over the table. Sam growled, panting heavily, and Frankie yanked down his running shorts. Seeing the bare flesh of his ass, a coursing thrill shot through him.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you like this,” Frankie breathed, palming his cheeks with both hands, “But I can tell you need to cum, baby. You’re a fuckin’ mess, aren’t ya?”
Sam nodded, and he released the tension in his back, releasing himself fully into Frankie’s command.
Fuck, he was beautiful, and he wanted to spend more time appreciating him, but he knew they had the whole weekend. All weekend to marvel, savor, and enjoy.
“Goddamn, baby…” he murmured and reached for him, sinking his fingers into his hips and hard muscle, palming his ass and then… slapping it.
Sam gasped.
He did it again and watched it jiggle as the flesh reddened, his cock bouncing between his legs.
“Fuck, you look good,” Frankie praised, reaching around him and stroking his shaft, rubbing the tip of his precum over the slit of his dick, feeling his entire body quiver against him.
Sam pushed his ass backward against him, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. A moan grated from the back of his throat at the insistent press, but he had to stay focused. He wanted Sam to cum—he needed him to.