Chapter Seven
Rory
An evening the next week, Frankie and I were sprawled across the bed together, each in our boxers and each with our bedside lamps on, although our books had been abandoned about half an hour ago.
“We don’t actually have to whisper,” Frankie said, although his voice was low.
I chuckled as I pulled him closer, slinging my arm over his shoulder so he could rest on my chest. “I know that,’ I said in my normal voice. “Remember how many times I tried to holler your name from the bedroom when you were still using that room as an office?”
Frankie laughed to himself and shimmied closer to me. “I never could hear a damn thing, you’re right.” He paused; then his eyes got wide. “Oh god, but is it a problem if we can’t hear her? What if something horrible happens?”
I kept chuckling, my belly rising and falling and lifting Frankie with it. “It’s okay, trust me. Ava is fine. The house is safely locked and the alarm set, Marlene is snoozing by the front door, and we can rest peacefully knowing all is right until morning.”
Frankie sighed. “I suppose you’re right.” He began to trail his hand over my stomach, playing with the dark hairs that grew around my belly button and sending little tingles of pleasure down my body. “And I suppose that means we actually have five minutes to ourselves again.”
“Thank god,” I agreed. I’d spent the week playing catchup on campus, which meant lots of meetings and long hours staring at the computer. Even though school had just started, Ava’s afterschool activities were keeping her busy and occupied, which made it easy to pick her up from her oboe lesson or cross-country practice on my way back from campus. But still, I always had to finish more grading and class preparation at home, costing me some of the Frankie time I had hoped to find after Ava went to bed.
I dropped my hand across Frankie’s nipple, tracing it as I hummed, then flicking the nub lightly. “You can ring my bell, bell, bell,” I hummed.
Frankie laughed as his nipple hardened. “Don’t remind me,” he said. “I still can’t believe we did that. I’m going to die of embarrassment when I see Asher for work next.”
“Believe it,” I said, flattening my palm against his chest. “Hell, there was a second there where I thought we were going to get up to more than just dancing.”
Frankie laughed again as I reached his other nipple, flicking it once. “Hush,” he said lightly, his muscles twitching from the nipple play. “You’re going to make me start growling.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” I answered.
Frankie rubbed his beard. “Would you ever do something like that?” he asked. “Get up to something more with a third, I mean.”
I took my glasses off, then set them on the nightstand. “I suppose I don’t know,” I answered. “There’s certainly something exciting about the idea. But it’s not the kind of thing I ever imagined us doing.” I paused, then gently shoved Frankie’s arm. “Here, Frankie, flip over.”
He turned onto his stomach, and I pulled myself up on his backside, sitting right beneath his ass. “What about you?” I asked as I began to rub his shoulders. “Is that something you’re interested in?”
“Maybe down the road,” he said, his voice muffled by the pillow he had pressed his face into. “Certainly not now. Ava needs stability.”
I worked my thumb into the tense spot behind his shoulder, leaning forward to push my weight against the tight muscle. “I wouldn’t suggest we tell her about it,” I replied with a chuckle.
Frankie groaned as I worked my hands a little lower. “It’s probably all just fantasy, anyway. I can’t imagine Asher would follow through if we tried to take him up on his flirtations.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” I trailed down to his side and hitched myself back. My cock was already thick in my boxers, and I was getting to one of my favorite parts of Frankie’s body. “He seems to be pretty serious.”
Frankie wriggled his butt back, pushing his cheeks against my dick appreciatively. “But we’re so much older than him! What could he possibly see?”
“This ass,” I answered, swatting my hand lightly across his cheeks. His red plaid boxers were tight enough that the thin cotton fabric stretched across his globes. When I kept my hand there, squeezing his thick rear, he let out another groan.
“This old thing?” Frankie teased, wiggling his butt back and forth.
“This old thing,” I answered, grabbing a handful of each cheek and squeezing.
Frankie kept moaning, and desire bubbled up inside of me. It had been days since we found the time to fool around, and my balls were thick and heavy. I adjusted my cock, freeing it from my boxers and letting it plop down against Frankie’s backside with a slap.
“How could anyone turn this down?” I growled as I lowered his boxers. Fuzz grew on his round ass, and his cheeks naturally squeezed my shaft. “You get hotter every year, Frankie. You really do.”
“So you say,” he groaned, pushing back harder. “But my gray hair…”
“Your distinguished silver flare?” I asked, spitting in my hand.
“And my wrinkles…”
