33
Evan
I stand in front of my floor-length mirror as I finish sliding my new jockstrap up my legs.
With a black waistband and blue across the front pouch, it matches my puppy hood.
Z recommended it to me when we were having frozen yogurt together the other week. Apparently, it’s manufactured by the same company as the hood.
I turn to the side, assessing my profile, noting that my ass looks pretty fucking good in it.
When I’m finished, I hurry to my desk where my collar is resting on the side. I put it on and head back to the mirror.
I flash Frankie’s inscription in the reflection. If lost, please return to Frankie.
I really was lost before I found Frankie.
I was lost that night we first met, when I was devastated about Peter’s betrayal. Not just because I’d discovered he was a cheating bastard, but because I’d realized the extent of how he’d duped me and Gary. While all that was going on, I was still figuring out shit with my depression…and I was really on my own, without very many friends.
After Frankie and I started hanging out, even though it was just as friends, what that did for me and my life, changed everything. Suddenly, I wasn’t on my own anymore, and the world made a lot more sense. My mental health, my relationships with other people, and my relationship with him all flourished together, and I found the confidence and the tools to discover who I really was…discover aspects of myself that feel like they’ve always been there, but I didn’t really know how to express before.
I reach into the pull-out drawer in my closet and retrieve my puppy hood.
I tug at the sides.
Even just looking at it like this makes me feel giddy and excited, especially knowing that tonight Frankie and I will be attending our first puppy mosh.
The next step, really.
The timing feels so right.
Funny to think I was nervous about going to meet pups at an event at the Eagle just a few months ago at PupStravaganza. I was lucky that Frankie was there, not just to help me through a situation that I was in over my head with, but also to guide me through this. Now, we’ve already participated in our first PupStravaganza, and we’ve even been able to talk to our friends about our fun little secret, and of course it wasn’t a big deal at all. Frankie’d blurted it out at dinner one night and there’d been a round of Good for yous and an Are you trying to one-up me? from Derek and the conversation had been over. Not only have the guys been supportive, they’ve been excited for us about this big step we’re taking tonight as we prepare to immerse ourselves in this world in a whole new way. I’m excited about the opportunity to play with other pups and handlers in a safe, nonjudgmental environment…with Frankie.
Frankie’s kind of awesome.
As I appreciate my boyfriend, and that I get to even call him that, I practically prance into the living room, hood in hand, to show off my new jock.
Frankie is stretched out across the couch, shirtless, in a pair of jogging pants, that black beanie—his favorite—on his head, and the two bracelets he always wears, the one from me and the one from his mom.
As soon as he sees me, he moves his laptop off his lap and sets it on the coffee table.
“Get over here,” he says, commanding me the way he might during one of our puppy sessions.
I start toward him and stop for a moment, turning to the side so he can get that same view of my ass that I got in my closet mirror.
He growls.
“Wait a second,” I say. “I’m supposed to be the pup.”
“Stop being a cocktease and get in my lap.”
I obey my handler.
“Do you like my new jockstrap?” I ask, already reading the answer all over his face—in that serious expression, the tightness of his jaw, the way his lips twitch like he’s stilling some impulse to take me right here on the couch.
“I love your new jock. You’re going to be the sexiest pup out there tonight.”
“I don’t know…there’ll be a lot of very cute pups there, I’m sure.”
“You’re just begging for a compliment now.”
“As you know, Frankie, I’m getting much better at begging.”
“Works out well since I love complimenting.”
I grin. I can’t fucking help myself.
My face flashes with heat.
“Aww, my little pup’s blushing,” Frankie says. “Why don’t you give me a kiss, so I can make you blush some more?”
I lean toward him and lick up his lips. He comes at me full force, his mouth slamming down against mine as he cradles me in his arms.
There’s that familiar safe feeling that I always get with him, which leaves me at ease.
I relax into it as he swiftly picks me up and carries me across the room.
“Frankie!” I say.
“What?” He stops near the kitchen island and glances at the clock on the stovetop. “We still have another thirty minutes until we have to go.”
“No, I’m not going to stop you from fucking the hell out of me. I was going to say I dropped my hood on the couch when you assaulted me with that kiss.”
“There’ll be plenty of time for the hood later. Right now, I want my Evan.”
He takes me into his bedroom and throws me down onto his bed before climbing on top of me. His lips are back on mine in no time, but not soon enough, in my opinion.
He can’t keep his hands off me.
He seems to have more and more trouble with that since we’ve started seeing each other, and that suits me just fine.
He crawls out of his jogging pants as I pull the beanie off his head. Then he breaks away from me to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand.
I start to pull at the waistband of the jockstrap when Frankie says, “Uh-uh. You leave that right where it is.”
He lubes up that giant cock of his, seeming particularly hard tonight.
We went and got tested together the other week and haven’t seen a condom since.
He crawls back onto the bed, toward me, setting the bottle of lube near the pillows.
“Frankie, I’m not sure I can do all that right now,” I tease.
“What do you mean?” he asks, his brows pulling together.
“I’m so excited…and all my little muscles are all tensed up.”
“You’re just making it sound like you’re really tight, which is only making this that much more interesting for me.”
I laugh as he climbs over me, hooking his arms under mine before rolling to the side and taking me with him until I’m on top, facing him.
“How about like this?” he asks. “So that you can take your time?”
I reflect on the first time I was riding him, when I was so nervous.
Another reminder of how thoughtful Frankie always is, and how much I want him inside me right now.
I lean back, on my knees, upright. I grab his shaft, sliding it along my crack to line it up with my hole.
Frankie’s greedy hands continue probing my abs like he can’t resist me. He makes me feel like my body is everything to him.
Like he only has eyes for me.
Something I sure as fuck never felt like when Peter would be trolling the bars for the cutest guys.
I work his girth into me. Once I have adjusted to him, and we’ve worked up a rhythm, Frankie sits up so that now I’m in his lap. As he kisses me, he hooks his right arm around me and reaches his left hand under the pouch of the jockstrap, stroking my cock while pushing farther into me.
“Oh, Frankie,” I mutter into his mouth.
“Ev,” he says, and as much as I love hearing him say Pup Runt, I love hearing him call me Ev even more.
He leans back, rubbing his nose softly against mine, growling again like he did in the living room before kissing me once again.
We roll around in the bed, Frankie working me out, making me appreciative of the hot yoga sessions Derek and I have been attending, because damn, I’m more flexible than I give myself credit for.
Before I know it, I’m on all fours, facing away from him as he takes me from behind.
“Oh, Evan,” he says. He leans down and wraps his arms around me, pulling me backward, upright.
I can feel his cock reaching deeper before it slams against my prostate, making my body shiver and ripple with goose bumps, reminding me of what he did to me that first time he fucked me like this.
“Frankie, I think I’m going to…”
“Shh, kiss me.”
I turn and strain until our lips lock.
He doesn’t even have my cock in his hands, and he doesn’t need to, because I can feel my load spilling out as I moan between my teeth.
Frankie grunts as I feel a series of successive jerks, and he groans out with his own release.
“Ah, good, Pup,” he says, his hot breath following his words and pushing against my mouth.
He strokes his hand up and down my abdomen, and I appreciate that touch, reminding me of how affectionate it is during our training sessions.
We settle, relaxing, Frankie’s head on a pillow and mine on his arm as I look up at him.
He’s eyeing me like he has something on his mind.
“What?” I ask. “You’re thinking about something.”
“I used to be better at keeping surprises from you. I was going to wait and give this to you a little later, but I think now’s as good a time as any.” He hops up and heads to his closet. When he returns, he has a small box, wrapped up in blue wrapping paper with black trim and a bow.
“I couldn’t get it to match the hood exactly,” Frankie says.
“It’s definitely close enough,” I say, feeling like I might cry just because he even thought of that. “It’s not even my birthday.”
I crawl to the edge of the bed as he approaches and hands it to me. “No, this is a special gift. Go ahead. I want to see your face when you open it.”
I open the packaging, curious as fuck about what kind of toy he might have gotten me.
I wonder if it’s a chew toy that we were talking about last week.
When I open the box, I see a small padlock attached to a thin, matching chain-link necklace. It’s dainty, perfect for me but also looks as though it’s a chain like I’ve seen other pups wear.
“Remember when we were reading about that?” Frankie asks.
“Of course I do,” I say.
It’s what pups wear to signify they’re in a relationship…or “locked.”
“Frankie,” I say, in awe.
“Well, if we’re doing this tonight, I want all those pups and their alphas to know you’re mine.”
“I am yours,” I say.
“And I’m yours, Evan. Here.” He pulls the padlock and chain necklace out of the box and puts it on over the collar.
He leans back, assessing his handiwork.
“You’re always hot, but I think you’re hotter being my pup.”
I beam before throwing myself at him and wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you, Frankie.”
We kiss again, and he hooks an arm around me and pulls me close. I relax into it.
Frankie snickers as he pulls away. “People will never get us,” Frankie says, shaking his head.
“But we get us,” I tell him.
“Yeah, we do.” He plants another kiss on me.
That’s all that matters.