I pulled back, then rubbed my hand over my eyes. With a chuckle, Franklin handed me a handkerchief, and I used it to wipe some of the cum off my cheeks.
“Would you like to come inside?” Rory asked kindly. “You could take a shower and borrow some fresh clothes, if you’d like.” He turned to Franklin, and they did that thing where they talked without words again.
Franklin nodded. “Have a glass of wine, stick around for a while, if you’d like.”
I wiped my face one more time and realized my hand was trembling. I was desperate to fall back in their arms, but terrified that if I did, I’d lose control, and whatever confusing thoughts I was having would bowl me over.
“It’s cool,” I said. “I have a change of clothes in the back of the car.”
“Oh,” Franklin said. “Okay then. Well…”
Fuck, I was going to make this weird.I rubbed my hand with the handkerchief, then returned it gingerly. “Nothing to worry about,” I said. “That was hot as hell. Maybe we can even have a round two sometime soon. But I actually have to get going.” I swallowed, then turned my eyes away, not wanting to see those open, honest looks. “I have a person I need to meet,” I lied.
“That’s fine,” Rory said.
“I can clean up the paint supplies here,” Franklin added. “If you need to rush.”
I nodded, then forced myself to turn back. “Thanks, guys,” I said, catching their eyes with a smile. “You’re always a blast.”
“If we’re a blast, then make sure you bring protective gear next time,” Franklin joked. Rory and I turned to each other. Then Franklin seemed to realize what he said. His eyes got wide, and he started to sputter. “I mean…”
Rory and I both erupted with laughter, and some of the tension faded.
“Catch you later,” I said, then hurried off.
No need to get emotional around the guys. They were dealing with enough in their own lives, without the slutty handyman throwing his problems at their feet.
Anyway, Franklin and Rory were like fire hoses. I needed a shower and probably a few cold ones after that.
RORY
“That was unexpected,” I said to Frankie as we watched Asher speed away.
“The blowjob?” he asked. “Or the speedy exit, stage left?”
“He definitely would have left a hole in the wall, if this were a Looney Tune,” I agreed.
My mind flashed over something for my class, a point about gay imagery in those old cartoons that would add to the conversation we were having. Shaking my head lightly, I caught Frankie’s eye instead. “Do you think he’s okay?”
He turned his hands up toward the sky. “I think so? He can act a little cagey, but I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.”
I nodded but furrowed my brow. “He seems a little skittish, it’s true. All the energy, I expect. He probably has to get it out one way or another.” I let out a puff of breath. My body was still warm with the aftershocks of the climax, and I pulled Frankie close. “I just hope everything is okay with him. It sounds like his move back to Seattle was rather sudden.”
“Something must be right with him, I’d say,” he said, nuzzling his cheek against my shoulder as he took my hand. “To get the two of us acting out like that.”
I growled, and Frankie tittered in response. “I’m not sure how that even happened.”
“Asher tried to make it happen,” he laughed. “And then you really made it happen.”
“I barely said anything,” I objected with a chuckle.
“But what you said, you meant.” Frankie squeezed my hand. “Anyway, thank you.”
“Why thank me?”
We started walking back to the house, stepping slowly through the yard. “Because at least part of the reason you did that,” he said, “was for me.”
“Hmmm,” I said, thinking carefully. “I did enjoy giving you a special experience. And it was really hot to see you acting more dominant.”
