13. Chapter 13 #4
And fuck! Sam had never felt so stretched in his entire life, and it…
“You okay?” Frank asked, hesitating.
He sucked in a breath, “Yeah. Don’t stop.”
He nodded, swallowing, and pushed forward a little bit more, inching his way inside. Opening, stretching, filling him entirely. Completely.
His cock thrummed with so much need that it pulsated between them, and Frankie reached for him, about to stroke, when he nearly yelled. “No! Fuck!”
Frankie hummed, almost greedily at this, and sank further into him, fully seated now. They both moaned at the sensation. And then, he moved. Arching backward, sliding out, and then back in. One stroke. One thrust.
What had been denied, struggled against, and wished for, was finally here. And one day, he would come to terms with it. But today, in the arms of the man he loved, he was connecting to his body, and there were no words for how deep Sam felt this.
“You good, baby?” Frankie asked in a soft whisper.
He hesitated, debating whether to push his best friend for more. He couldn’t bear the tenderness, the sweet affection. He wanted something else. Something wild and bold. Something he could sink his fucking teeth into.
Fuck it.
“Be a good boy and fuck me harder, baby.”
Frankie’s eyes flew to his, and he damned near shivered at the fiery intensity there.
He withdrew quicker this time and slammed into him.
The headboard of his bed knocked against the wall, and Sam saw fucking stars. Frankie thrusted again and again, picking up his pace each time. His massive dick speared into his tight entrance, hitting directly on the spot that left Sam utterly breathless, becoming pure sensation and pleasure.
He blindly reached out, grasping Frankie by the back of the neck and dragging him down for a searing kiss.
Frankie sucked in his tongue, viciously kissing him back, his tempo picking up speed as he rutted into him wildly like an unhinged beast, intent on devouring him.
And Sam fucking wanted it. He loved it, needed it, craved it.
It was rough and animalistic and—them.
The building peak of his climax was right there within reach, and he didn’t want this to end. Their friendship was built on trust, loyalty, and love. This—this was new. This was raw, fresh, and powerful.
It was too much. And not enough at the same time.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Frankie gasped into his mouth, brow furrowed, body tensing. “Baby… baby… fuck…!”
Sam clenched his ass around him, bearing down, and Frankie crumbled, his thrusting out of control, senselessly fucking.
The passionate taste of Frankie like this, matching his need, all hard muscle and pounding flesh, the sounds they were making…
Christ, Sam wouldn’t be able to dig it out of his brain if he tried.
All guttural groans, slapping flesh, and labored breathing.
Suddenly, he felt Frankie’s calloused hand wrap around his dick, pumping him with the same wild thrusting, his eyes black as night, suspending him, holding him.
Rocking him to the core. All with just a look.
That’s all it took.
His eyes on him.
Sam came so hard that his vision blurred and his breathing stopped. His dick burst, sending jets of cum all over his stomach and Frankie’s fist.
Frankie groaned, watching him break and shiver and cum for him.
He pushed one last time, his shoulders trembling, his face contorted in what looked like pain turned quickly to ecstasy.
Sam knew he was seconds away from cumming.
Frankie closed his eyes, lips parted, chasing the sensation as he fucked him into oblivion.
Sam grabbed him, both hands on his face, “Eyes on me.”
Frankie’s eyes snapped open.
“Good boy,” Sam praised, and Frankie let out a rapturous cry as his hot seed poured into him, filling him to the brim.
His entire body glowed with the orgasmic high that thrummed through his veins, watching Frankie jerk and buck, pushing him into the bed as his cock sputtered inside him. Sam wanted to ingrain this image of his best friend, just like this, into his mind—his heart—his soul.
Frankie slowly slid out, sucking in a hiss as he glanced down at the mess on Sam’s stomach and the creamy leak coming out of his asshole. He let out a panting grunt and rolled off the bed, retrieving a towel from the bathroom.
Frankie proceeded to clean up the cum on his stomach and then tossed the towel to the floor, climbing back into the bed and collapsing.
“I think you forgot a spot,” Sam said, drawing himself up and reaching for the towel.
Frankie’s hand shot out, pushing him back down. “No, I didn’t.”
Sam shivered, seeing the intent in his black gaze.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
And Sam did. Frankie turned him onto his side and stroked his body, their breathing slowing together. Exhaustion settled over his brain like a fog, and he sank into him, letting himself be spooned and loving every second of it.
Frankie seemed to be just as tired and held him close. “You okay?”
Sam smiled dreamily. “I think I’m better than okay.”
He heard a sigh and felt Frankie’s hand rest on his waist. “You should sleep.”
He hesitated. “Will you…”
Be here when I wake up?
Clearing his throat, Sam asked, “Are you staying?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He released the fear caught in his chest. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep in his best friend's arms was the feeling of Frankie’s lips brushing soft, gentle kisses along his shoulder.