Page 104 of Give Me What You Will

He grinned handsomely, his bright green eyes sparkling.

Fuck, I am so gone for him.

“I’ll be gentle…” Sam said. “I can go slow. And if it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”

He swallowed, nodding.

Sam, still smiling, kissed the side of his mouth, his slightly taller build caging him to the car, which he didn’t mind at all. “I love the idea of getting to take care of you while also taking care of myself.”

He shivered as Sam’s hand slid up his shirt, dragging his fingers upward over his sweaty stomach.

“I think I’m a bit greedier than you when it comes to the bedroom,” Sam murmured. “Though you do get pretty fucking feral when I’m dripping in your cum.”

A whooshing breath escaped his lips and he groaned. “Fuck.”

He’d been dreaming about aggressive, dominant Sam all fucking week. Sam’s nail scraped over his nipple before squeezing his pec roughly, grinding his cock into his hip and letting him feel how hard he was for this.

Frankie was so ready to go off that he wasn’t sure he’d last two more seconds, even though all they were doing was light petting and kissing. He quickly hit the garage door button, refusing to let there be an audience for his first time doing this. Once closed, he unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans. Sam stepped back, eyeing him and smiling darkly.

“So needy to be fucked, Frank?”

He kicked off his shoes and jeans, erection straining between his legs and tip smeared with precum. “I’ve waited two fuckin’ weeks for you. I don’t care what you do to me, baby. I just need you to fuckin’ touch me.”

Sam’s taunting smirk vanished as he lunged forward, smashing his lips against his, urgent and demanding. They both groaned at the sensation, and Sam, understanding his need because it was his own, quickly fumbled for his own jeans and shoved them down, revealing his naked, throbbing cock.

Frankie’s mouth watered. He wanted to do a million things to him, but all of it could wait. They had time. They had the rest of their lives to explore, taste, marvel.

Sam’s hand roughly palmed his dick and he arched upward, reaching for his, needing the friction, the feel of his best friend. They both sighed as their dicks touched and slid off each other, their tips messily leaking for one another and the anticipation of what was to happen.

“I’m not gonna last long doing this,” Sam rasped.

“Me neither. Just fuck me.”

Sam’s eyes shot to his and his cock spurted against his. “I’ve always wanted to hear you say that.” A wild heat, animalistic and desperate, tightened his expression as he took control, spinning Frankie around, not waiting any longer. He heard the flick of the lube bottle, and he trembled, hands gripping the hood of the car. The driver's side window was rolled down, giving Frankie room to maneuver and grab his cock while Sam pressed him into the car.

“Spread your legs…” Sam’s voice was low and almost unrecognizable.

He shivered and obeyed.

“Take your shirt off. I want you naked.”

Frankie yanked his shirt off, letting it drop to the ground, his body tense and so fucking ready. He felt Sam’s chest press into his back, his hands stroking up and down the side of his torso, over his chest, his cock nudging into the cleft of his ass, the wet, lubed tip edging closer. He did this for several agonizing seconds, hipping into him without his cock getting anywhere close to his entrance, while rubbing and kissing him all over.

“Sam,” he gritted out, having to stop touching his cock because he was getting too amped up.

Sam hummed and slipped his fingers between his cheeks. He tensed, feeling the wet heat of the moisture slickening around his tight hole.

“Relax,” Sam groaned, swirling and petting his asshole before slipping inside. Frankie jerked against the hard barrier of the car and wasn’t sure if he could relax at the intrusive feeling of Sam’s finger that kept moving, pushing slowly in.

“You okay?”

He shuddered and tried to force his muscles to release, and then…

“Fuck!”

Sam's finger brushed across his prostate, and he bucked backward, deepening the touch. Sam groaned and slid another finger inside, fucking him. It was too much. Too fucking good. He reached behind him, grabbed Sam’s neck, and dragged his face over his shoulder to kiss him, their eyes on each other.

“Fuck me, baby.”