20
Frankie
Christ, I can’t believe how much of a struggle it is to catch my breath.
Evan’s inhales match mine, his exhales too, as he lies on me, my hand traveling up and down his body as though the tips of my fingers are magnets and his skin is metal. I cup his ass, tease his crack, let my fingers make a much-needed journey across his skin.
“I’ve never…” he begins but doesn’t continue. He doesn’t have to.
“Yeah, I know. Me either.”
I don’t have to see his face to know he’s frowning. Evan sits up just enough to pull his face out of my neck, so I can see him. “You don’t have to say that. I know you’ve been with guys much more experienced than me.”
Fuck experience. Evan was pure desire. Lust and need in this whirlwind that took me places I’ve never gone before. “Have I ever lied to you?” I ask.
Evan shakes his head.
“They weren’t my best friend. They weren’t you. This was…different. I’m not saying that to make you feel good, and I’m not going to deny what this was either, so just stop and revel in the fact that you have a perfect fucking ass and, Christ, you know how to work it.”
He smiles, and I feel it in my chest like his happiness has a direct line to my heart. “You rocked my fucking world, Ev.”
Another smile. Goddamn, do they get to me.
“Thanks, Frankie. You did the same for me.”
“We’re gonna make a mess.” My dick’s softening, so I hold the condom as Evan eases off me. My cock slips out, and I immediately miss the warmth and tightness of his body.
I toss it into the trash can and then grab him, so we’re lying on the bed the right way.
“Aren’t we going to clean up?” he asks.
“Nope. Good sex is meant to be messy. I want to smell sweat and sex and come all night.”
He trembles against me, and my pulse kicks up a notch because I know we have some serious things to talk about. Evan whimpers and nuzzles his face in my neck. Pup Runt is there; I feel it. His desire is there, wanting to take over because this is a lot for Evan. Despite his fears and embarrassment of his pup needs, they help him let go.
“That feels good, and as much as I love cuddles and belly rubs with Pup Runt, I need Evan for a few minutes.”
He tenses briefly, and at first, I wonder if he took that the wrong way, but then he leans on his elbows, eyes locking with mine, concern in his gaze. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is perfect, and I want to make sure it stays that way. It’s important that we talk.”
Evan nods, brushing his fingers over my chest like he just wants to touch me. He moves one hand up to my face and rubs my cheek. “You’re right.”
“Where’s your head at right now? With this? With what happened between us?” I touch his hair, run my finger down his face from temple to chin.
“Other than the fact that I just had the best sex of my life? I seriously don’t know how I lived without it.”
“Other than that.” I wink.
“I’d be lying if I didn’t say things have changed with us recently. I feel the switch and I want it, want you, but it scares me too. You’re my best friend, Frankie, the most important person in my life and I’m worried that if we do this, it might hurt us, who we are together, and I couldn’t bear that. But then…shutting the door on the possibility of us makes my chest feel too tight. It’s like I can’t breathe at the thought of not being connected to you like this again.”
My heart surges, a battering ram pummeling my chest. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re killing me here. That was both the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life and the sweetest too.” I sigh, knowing I have to get real with him. I’d be doing both of us a disservice if I didn’t. “I’m scared I’ll fuck it up, somehow. That I won’t end up being what you deserve.”
“Why would you ever—oh.” Evan’s brows pull together. “You’re not your dad. You would never hurt me or anyone else.”
I close my eyes, fighting back the greatest fear of my life. “How do we know that? It wasn’t always like that with them. My dad wasn’t an asshole from the beginning. His blood is in my veins, Evan, whether I like it or not.”
“The fact that you’re sitting here thinking about this at all tells me everything I need to know. But the truth is, even before that, I knew. No one cares about me, about people, as much as you do. It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared too.”
A small stab of guilt pierces me because I feel like I’m supposed to be the one supporting him, being there for him…but in reality, we’re both always there for each other. It’s the way it’s always been. “Fair point. But even outside of my father, I can’t lose our friendship, Ev.”
“I can’t either.”
“Then we make a pact—friendship over fucking.”
He grins. “I like where this is going.”
“We can enjoy this and see where it takes us. I don’t want to close the door on any possibilities with you, but our friendship always has to come first. If we feel like sex, or dating starts to come between that, we stop.”
“Dating?” His eyes damn near glow.
“Yeah. I’m not going to be with anyone while I’m with you, and I hope you’re not planning on it either. We know there are no guarantees in life. Anything can happen, but we know this is different—we’re different together.” We always have been. The connection was there from the first night, and it’s only strengthened since.
Evan climbs over me and straddles my hips. “So, what you’re telling me is, I get to keep my live-in best friend, get to be his pup, but I also get to date him and kiss him and touch him whenever I want? Plus, no one else gets to have him?” He kisses my chest, my left nipple, then my right. “Where do I sign up?”
“You forgot cuddles. Lots and lots of cuddles.”
“I think we just exchanged personalities for a minute,” he replies, and I laugh.
“Or maybe we just get each other, and we’re just really good together.”
“That too.” He kisses my chest again, his hands sliding up my sides before laughter rips from the back of my throat when he begins tickling me.
I twist, writhing beneath him, my dick already getting hard again. Wrapping my arms around Evan, I flip him so he’s on his back. I grab his wrists, holding him down. His legs automatically open for me and I settle between them, feeling his hard cock against me.
“You cheated.” He laughs.
“No, I’m just good. And you’re a very naughty pup.”
I slide down his body, still holding his wrists, moving him with me so I can hold his hands against his stomach. I suck the head of his dick between my lips and he arches up, and he gasps, “Frankie.”
“Now, I’m cheating.” I suck him again before I keep his wrists in one hand, even though he isn’t fighting me any longer, and spread his legs more with the other. His body is pliant to however I move and arrange him.
“Be a good pup and stay still.” I let go of him, lie on the bed between his legs, and push them up toward his chest. “How’s your hole?” I rub his ring with my thumb.
“Tender,” Evan replies breathlessly. “But I still want you again.”
“No.” I kiss his inner thigh. “We’ll make this happen another way.”
I take his mouth again, going down on top of him, rubbing our cocks together. Evan wraps his legs around me. Moans into my mouth and thrusts against me. Managing to fumble the lube, I squirt it in my hand before doing my best to wrap it around both our dicks, jerking us together. Evan thrusts into my grip, bites my lip, and whimpers and whines beneath me.
“I’m gonna…fuck, I’m gonna already…” Letting go of myself, I wrap a tight hand around him, jerking Evan off until he shoots all over his belly. Leaning over him, I lap it up, licking his chest and abs until he’s all clean.
“Gonna get you all messy again now.” On my knees, I jack my own cock, play with my balls until fireworks go off behind my eyelids and I jizz all over his chest. “Fuck…” My muscles nearly give out on me. “That was…Christ, I need to clean you up before I can’t move.”
Evan grabs my wrist so I can’t pull away. “No, I want it.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Why in the hell didn’t we start this a long time ago? “Such a dirty, dirty pup.” I scoop my come off him and Evan licks my fingers clean, back and forth until it’s all gone.
“I wasn’t this vocal with Peter. He didn’t make me want the same things I want with you,” he admits.
“Good. That’s because you’re my pup.” I hit the lights, darkness casting over the room. Pulling Evan toward me, he comes easily, throwing a leg over me, his head in the crook of my arm.
We’re quiet for a few moments when he says, “Frankie?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think we should tell anyone else about what we’re doing? I just want…I don’t know…I want to keep it between us for a little longer…to protect it. To protect us.”
I shift, considering how to answer. On the one hand, I agree with Evan. I feel the same way about what’s going on between us. Shit often gets messy when you add other people, especially with all Evan has been through. I’m sure stepping out in a relationship is a big deal to him, and I want to do whatever I can to protect us too. But on the other hand, I still think there’s a part of him that’s ashamed of Pup Runt. He’s afraid that if people find out about us, they’ll find out about the puppy play, and I think he still feels wrong or weird for it.
He shouldn’t, and I damn sure plan to show him there’s nothing wrong with this. “Yeah, of course. I want to protect us too.” Which is true but I also need to figure out a way to make him feel comfortable as Pup Runt because as much as I care about Evan, I enjoy my little runt too.