27
Evan
Our crew of friends hangs around our condo, stretched out across the couch and love seat, as Frankie and I host game night. We all try to get together whenever we can, and since the other guys all had their turns hosting recently, we volunteered for this week.
It’s kind of funny because usually, Frankie and I are the single ones, but now, everyone’s coupled off. We’re still the only ones who know it, though. Not that we’ve been trying to keep it from anyone. It just hasn’t come up yet, and I don’t think either of us has been in any hurry to pop our bubble—where we can just enjoy our little secret.
“Dick…dick, it’s a dick!” Derek exclaims. He lies stretched out on the love seat, his legs in Hayden’s lap. Hayden and Cody have their arms along the back of the seat, slung over one another. We’re divided into teams for this game of charades, love seat versus the couch.
Jackson stands between the coffee table and the big-screen TV, his hand cupped as he makes some sort of stroking motion.
“That would be a really big dick,” I note.
Jackson groans before shaking his head and tensing his jaw.
“Pretty sure you can’t make any sounds, Papa Bear,” Frankie calls from the kitchen.
He slipped away to refresh some of the snacks we have on the coffee table.
“Don’t make any sounds?” Derek asks. “I hope you and Evan don’t have that rule…because that just ruins half the fun.”
Jackson takes a breath like he’s trying to soothe his frustration about how shitty his team is doing at guessing his card.
Jackson starts making the motion again, when Derek’s eyes go wide. “I swear, the only thing I can think of is dick.”
“No surprise there,” Travis quips.
“Hey, your team can’t talk while we’re guessing!” Derek points to Travis, who’s tucked into the corner of the couch. Gary leans on him, resting his hand on Travis’s chest while Travis has his arm around him, gripping Gary’s bicep.
“I think we get an extra point for that,” Derek adds. “Maybe two, if we count Evan’s cock comment earlier.”
Jackson waves his arms, trying to get his teammates to focus and guess. He looks real frustrated right now, and I imagine he’s going to take all that frustration out on Derek’s hole later tonight.
Lucky Derek.
“Jackson, just keep going,” Cody says. “We’re guessing. Okay, guys. Remember the first clue was a baseball bat…so baseball and then…”
Jackson starts again.
“Okay,” Cody continues, “I can’t help you. It actually looks like a really big dildo.”
Jackson growls and throws his head back.
The timer app on my phone, which I set on the coffee table, goes off. I lean forward and press the off button when Jackson calls out, “A rod. This is what it would look like if you’re grabbing a rod, that’s in the ground. I figured that would get you to A-Rod.”
“Alex Rodriguez,” Cody tells Derek, who still looks totally lost, which really, so was I.
Derek flips his wrist and shakes his head. “I’m gonna just assume this is some sports thing.”
“Are you kidding?” Cody asks.
“Look, there’s only one sort of rod I’m interested in.”
Frankie’s snickering as he sets a fresh bowl of cheese nachos on the coffee table before he plops down beside me on the couch, hooking his arm around me, seemingly without even thinking about it.
While Derek makes space on the love seat for Jackson, he shifts his gaze to me and Frankie—like some sort of power bottom superpower zeroing in on us. “Okay, seriously, Frankie,” Derek pipes up, “if you get much closer to Evan tonight, you’re going to be inside his ass.”
“Is that a problem?”
I blush.
I’m wondering if Frankie even wants people to know yet, because I sure as fuck wouldn’t mind, but before I have a chance to think any more about how he feels, Frankie says, “I don’t feel like my boyfriend would have a problem with me being inside his ass.”
A silence follows like everyone’s trying to process the bomb Frankie just dropped.
“Yeah,” I add. “I definitely wouldn’t have a problem with my boyfriend being inside my ass.”
“Holy shit,” Hayden and Cody say together. They turn to each other and smile before Cody quickly blurts out, “Jinx.”
“You fucker!” Hayden spits out. Cody forces a kiss on him, which Hayden eagerly receives.
“About fucking time!” Derek exclaims, sighing as though he’s been exhausted with us for not hooking up sooner.
“Wait. When were you going to tell us this?” Gary asks as he sits up, keeping his hand on Travis’s thigh.
“Hold up,” Frankie replies. “Do you and Trav get to judge anyone about when they admit they’re in a relationship?”
He’s obviously referring to the time they pretended to be in a relationship for a few months before they really got together, something I’ve learned more about since I became friends with these crazy, but totally lovable guys.
“That’s not fair,” Travis says, stepping in to defend his man. “Technically, we were out as a couple way before we were really a couple, so…”
“You guys are all weird,” Derek insists. “Me and Jackson…it was love at first sight.”
Jackson rolls his eyes. “Just admit that you only wanted to sit on my dick.”
Derek makes an overdramatic sweep at those blond bangs of his. “That’s misleading…I still want to sit on your dick. I’m just lucky the rest is pretty incredible too.”
We all laugh together before we keep on with the game. When we finish, the guys help us clean up our mess before they leave.
Derek and Jackson are the last ones out when Derek whispers to his man, “Bet they’re going to wait until the door’s closed and then be on each other like rabbits.”
“Why would we wait until the door’s closed?” I ask, lunging at Frankie.
He falls back against the door so that it shuts.
I enjoy the flavor in his mouth before pulling back and saying, “You totally had some of those Thin Mints Derek brought over.”
“Of course I did. Now be quiet and kiss me if you want another taste.”
I kiss him again, enjoying the minty tingle on my tongue and the sensation of Frankie’s hands sliding under my shirt, greedily feeling their way around my body.
His kiss is just as greedy, which I’m totally fine with.
He squats down, wraps his arms around my legs, hoists me into the air, and carries me to the wall adjacent to the door, pushing me up against it before kissing down to my neck.
“Frankie’s extra frisky tonight.”
He smiles against my neck before leaning back and saying, “You make it easy to be frisky.”
I lick his lips again, and in no time, he’s got his tongue down my throat. He carries me across the room and sets me down on the couch. I enjoy the feel of his weight on me.
He pulls his right hand off me and slides it into his pocket, retrieving a condom and bottle of lube.
“When did you grab that?” I ask.
“While everyone was trying to figure out Hayden’s My Fair Lady clues. I decided I wasn’t going to be able to wait long after they left to get in that ass, after all.”
“Is that why you had that big boner all through the game? Because you had those on you and you were waiting to take my willing hole?”
“More like because I can’t stop thinking about that hot sex we had with you in your puppy gear.”
“I can go put it on right now if you want.”
He shakes his head. “No, Ev. Not this time. Don’t get me wrong, I love you in your puppy gear, but I also love you like this. Just watching you loving having my cock in you, taking it the way you do best.”
“I can definitely do that.”
He kisses me again, and I enjoy that minty flavor.
I roll my head back, allowing myself to let go and revel in what Frankie’s doing to my body.
I wouldn’t be this willing to let go if it hadn’t been for all the work we’ve done together in puppy-play mode…if Frankie hadn’t proven again and again how good he can be to me…if I hadn’t learned to be more myself around him than I am with most people.
“Get inside me, Frankie,” I say, “I need it.”
I try not to sound too desperate for it, but I can’t help myself.
We strip together, and when we’re undressed, Frankie falls back on the couch and says, “Come on. You know how beautiful you are when you’re riding my cock.”
I chuckle, but there’s nothing funny about that look that’s in his eyes—totally serious, totally ready to claim my body.
I straddle him, taking to his cock the way I did that first night.
I want him inside me so bad. It’s easier to take him now, and part of the reason is because I know that he’s not going to fucking kill me with that thing.
While I’m riding him, Frankie rubs my abs with one hand and cups the back of my neck with the other, rubbing gently.
He works me into it before he leans up and wraps an arm around me, pressing his lips against mine as we work together, kissing in a frenzy as we’re both climbing.
I growl softly, and Frankie whispers against my lips, “Bad pup.”
He slides a leg off the couch and repositions until he’s able to push me onto my back, still filling me with his girth as he wraps his arms around my thighs, fucking me with one knee on the couch and his other leg on the floor.
I grab my cock and jerk it, feeling the pressure intensifying as heat rushes to my face.
I reach back and grip the arm of the couch with my free hand. Frankie releases my left leg and leans down close to me, sucking and licking my nipple.
“Come on, give it to me, Ev,” he whispers so that his hot breath rushes against my already sensitive nipple.
My body bends to his command as a string of come rushes across my abs.
I’m so caught up in the feeling of it, the waves of relief that radiate through my body, that when I’m finally able to open my eyes, I see Frankie’s twisted expression and the way his body shifts about.
And I know he’s filling up the condom in me.
He groans before falling onto me, our teeth hitting together as we find our rhythm once again, kissing and panting until we’re able to relax, recovering from the high we worked up together.
Once we’re finished, we shower together in Frankie’s en suite, and as I’m heading out, a towel around my waist, Frankie sneaks up behind me, still bare-ass naked.
He falls down onto the bed so that we’re both lying across it, him right behind me. “Where’s my pup going?” he asks. He sucks at my earlobe.
“I was going to change into my pajamas.”
He rolls onto his side so that I can lie on my back. Shaking his head, he says, “I don’t like you in clothes unless it’s pup gear. And that’s a whole other thing.” He looks down at the towel around me. “Even this is bothering me.”
I grab the edge of the towel and unravel it so that my cock is exposed. “Better?”
“Roll over, and it’ll be perfect.” He winks.
“You were just in there!”
He shrugs. “Well, I gotta kiss it goodnight.”
I feel heat rushing to my face. Not like when we were fucking, but like earlier, when Derek totally called us out. “You don’t have to tell it goodnight,” I say.
“What do you mean?”
I feel so dumb even saying it. “Frankie, can I sleep in your bed tonight?”
“Of course you can sleep in my bed. You’ve slept in here plenty of times.”
“Yeah. But this will be the first time since we’ve actually been officially boyfriends.”
“That’s adorable that you think that you had to ask.”
“I knew you’d think it was stupid.”
“I didn’t say stupid, Ev. I said adorable. And now you don’t have a choice. You have to sleep in here.”
“Oh, no. What a terrible punishment,” I tease.
He leans close and wraps his arm around me. I lift my back to allow him to slide it under me. “Don’t act like I’m not good at punishments.”
“You’re just as good at rewards.”
“I really am, aren’t I?”
I laugh before he plants another kiss on my lips. When he pulls back, he adds, “I’m going to warn you. I think I’m going to make a new rule. No clothes in my bed. Not even pajama bottoms. Only one kind of bottom belongs in this bed.”
“I think I can live with that.”
I slide out of the towel and toss it into the laundry bin by his closet before we crawl up the bed and get under the covers together.
Frankie wraps his arm around me.
“Frankie…?”
“Yeah, Ev.”
“You can still kiss my butt goodnight.”