Page 109 of Give Me What You Will

Frankie’s cock was already hard for him, his eyes heated and intense, watching his every move while his hands gripped his waist, propelling Sam forward, letting him grind against him. They both shuddered and moaned. He didn’t want to wait. Not anymore. Foreplay wasn’t wanted. He wanted Frankie. He wanted his fucking heart so bad it killed him.

Sam spat on Frankie’s cock, slickening it with a hurried pace.

“Baby…” Frankie whispered, eyes searching his taut expression. “Slow down.”

“No. No…”

“Sam.”

“No.”

He moved, arching up and over Frankie’s towering cock and lowered himself. He whimpered at the sensation, tears burning behind his eyes as he pressed against him like a fucking brick wall, demanding to be released.

“Sam,” Frankie’s voice was tight with concern, and he gasped as Sam impaled himself on top of him, riding hard, bearing down his full weight. Frankie cursed, arching and tensing, head thrown back in utter rapture as he rode him hard.

It was all too much.

Seeing him like this. So beautiful. So… his.

The days and nights getting to experience an impossible wish. Finally, truly knowing what it felt like to be his. To be more than a best friend—to belong to Frankie.

Frankie’s scent was everywhere, as inescapable as the feelings brewing like a fucking storm in his chest, demanding to be released. Demanding everything from him. And yet the last time he risked that, he nearly lost him.

The heat of his body enveloped him, his thick cock rocketing inside him. His black hair was cut in silky waves and Sam had dreamt about sinking his fingers into them for years. And now he could. He had dreamt about all of this. His best friend. He would rather die than have this taken from him. He wasn’t built like Papi. He couldn’t live without Frankie—couldn’t exist in this fucking world if the man that he loved didn’t love him back.

“I can’t,” he suddenly hissed, trembling under the impossible weight of this realization. “I can’t love you.”

Frankie’s eyes snapped to his.

“I’m not supposed to love you,” he continued. “You’re my best friend.”

“Sam—baby…”

“I love you, Frank. I’ve always loved you.”

The confession felt as if it were torn from his soul. It hurt more than anything he had ever felt before, and yet miraculously, the weight from his chest shifted, making him gasp in relief. The storm he’d been holding back, that he thought would devastate him once he released it, had disappeared. Now, he wanted to vanish into nothing. Into bliss. Into what had to be his last minute with him.

Frankie sat up, capturing his jaw and stilling his movements, bracing a strong hand on his hip. He tried to look away, but Frankie’s fingers tightened, forcing him to look at him.

“I know,” he murmured, surprising him.

He knew?!

Shame and tears clogged Sam’s throat. “How long have you…?”

“Papi’s letter.”

Sam stared, blinking through the tears that were somehow already there.

“Maybe sooner—I dunno—fuck—I think I’ve known all along and just didn’t see it,” Frankie said, his powerful hold keeping Sam pinned in his lap, straddling him. “I was so blinded by my fuckin’ bullshit. Shit that didn’t matter. You matter, baby. All you gotta do is fuckin’ look at me, and I am a full man. Not some half-man that my father taught me to be. It was your friendship, your love that changed me. And I thank God every damn day that you had the courage to kiss me. Because I would’ve never known this. I would’ve never woken up. I would’ve never allowed myself to love you back.”

Frankie’s fingers brushed away the tears on his cheeks. “I love you. Not some best friend bullshit, Sam—this is love. This is what we got. You’re mine, and I’m yours. I want a life with you. I want it all. I can’t let you go another day with you believin’ I don’t love you.” He kissed his lips tentatively, “You’re my fuckin’ Superman.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked, still not believing his heart, not believing that this was real and happening.

“Am I fuckin’ sure?” Frankie pinched the curve of his naked hip, growling. “Baby, I bought you a bracelet that might as well be a fuckin’ handcuff, cause you ain’t goin’ anywhere without me.”

Tears flooded him, and he dropped his temple into his. “Then you should’ve bought two, because I feel the exact same way.”