“Yeah. Don’t hurt me.” I put up my hands in mock terror. “You’re scary.”
“Ha-ha, you’re funny.” He took them off. “I don’t mind getting dirty.” He stopped for a second. “Thank you for letting me plant with you.”
My heart squeezed tight. I remembered what it was like to be young and lonely and feeling different from everyone else. I put a baseball cap on his head and pulled it down until he giggled.
“You’re welcome. Let’s get those plants in, and then maybe your mom will let us get some ice cream.”
“You’re such asofty.”
I groaned as Frankie’s wet tongue teased around the head of my cock. “You got my dick in your mouth and you got the nerve to call me a softy?”
“What you did for that little boy was the sweetest thing ever.” Naked and still slightly damp from our shower, Frankie kneeled above me, and I held him at his waist, my thumbs tracing across his skin.
“You’re pretty soft too. But hard when it counts. It’s what I love most about you. How people think they know who you are because of the face you show them. But only I get to see the real you.” I traced my fingertips over his skin, the softness hiding the hard muscle. It curved and dipped beneath my touch, and I thought how goddamn lucky I was to have the chance to love this man again.
“It’s about to get pretty real.”
His beautiful, hard dick stared at me, and I ran my hands down his smooth chest, then grasped it and began to pump. My hands grew wet and sticky from his precome, and he shook, his ability to remain on all fours rapidly disintegrating.
“You ain’t got no idea.” I teased the cleft of his pretty ass, and he sighed, widening his knees, allowing the tip of one finger to slide inside his tight, muscled ring. Frankie’s shaking increased, so I slid in deeper.
“Ohhhh.”
With one hand on his dick and the other playing with his ass, I concentrated on giving Frankie all the pleasure he deserved. A second finger joined the first, and his mouth hung open as he panted in short gasps.
“Come on. Come on,” I urged, driving my fingers deep inside him until I found that knot of tissue I’d been seeking. From his plaintive whimpers and the death clutch he had on my shoulders, I knew the pleasure-pain Frankie experienced, and merciless, I pressed it again and again.
“Aaron.” He cried out, his hot come spilling over my hand and hitting my face.
“Yeah, baby. All over me. Come on. Mark me. I’m yours.” I slammed my fingers home, all the way, and Frankie wailed, his dick jerking out the last bit of liquid before his legs gave way and he collapsed on me.
“Mmm.” I licked my lips and slid my fingers out of him with care, then smoothed my hands over his ass. “That was amazing. Like you.”
Frankie stretched out his hands, and I laced our fingers together and held him tight. “We fit together, don’t we? People don’t get it, but they don’t have to.”
His sleepy eyes smiled at me. “I never cared if they did or not. You shouldn’t either. As long as we’re happy, it don’t matter.”
“I think that’s what I need to work on more. We better get dressed, or else we’ll be late for Dr. Morrell.” I squeezed his perfect ass, and he yelped.
“Hey. No bruising the merchandise. You break it, you own it.” He jumped off me and stretched, and I eyed his beautiful body, all ropy muscles and long limbs. There was such strength and grace he kept hidden. I wished he’d stop trying to prove himself and settle in his skin.
“I gotta wash up. I’ll be ready in less than ten minutes.” I hopped off the bed and grabbed Frankie around the waist. “I hope you know how much you mean to me. How special you are. No matter how much money you have or what you do.” I kissed him.
“Yeah. Guess it’s gonna take me some time to figure out my place and where I’m goin’.”
“As long as I’m with you for the ride, take all the time you need.”
With little traffic,we arrived at the doctor’s office early. No one else was waiting, so we were ushered in immediately.
“Come in, you two. How have you both been?”
“It’s been a week.”
As I spoke, she filled her pad with notes. When I finished, she took off her glasses, pinched the bridge of her nose, and sighed. Loudly.
“So first of all, Aaron. How’re you doing now? Any feelings you want to talk through?”
“It’s funny. When it happened I thought I’d get angry, throw stuff, maybe even want to get drunk. But it never occurred to me.”
