Page 77 of Give Me What You Will

“I never thought I’d find another guy attractive,” Frankie continued, surprising him. “I guess it’s just you… your kisses… your fuckin’ body…”

Sam decided that if he were to die right now, it would be of shock and a throbbing cock.

“Fuck,” Frankie’s hands slid down his stomach, stilling at his sweatpants. “Now I’m fuckin’ nervous.”

Boldly, Sam pushed his sweatpants down for him, baring himself first. Frankie’s eyes flicked back to his, cocking his head to the side. “Yeah, just like that, huh?”

He couldn’t help but smile. “Your turn.”

Frankie smirked at the challenge, giving him that look—the look that drove him fucking wild. It was a combination of mischievousness and charm that was somehow intense.

Frankie slid his hands over his sweatpants and pushed them down, kicking them off his ankles and standing completely naked in front of him. Sam swallowed.

He wasn’t sure who reached for whom first, but it didn’t matter. The second their naked bodies collided, they both gasped.

“Fuck,” Sam moaned, trembling again at the sensation and loving how Frankie’s thick, deliciously long cock seemed to fit perfectly against his. They were both aching and hard. Frankie glanced between them. Hands were everywhere, all at once, moving, grasping, touching, and squeezing.

Sam undulated, needing the friction, and so did Frankie, who rocked his hips forward, their cocks brushing and bodies stirring with need.

He wasn’t sure who moved first—either he stepped back, or Frankie pushed him back—it didn’t fucking matter. He was on the bed, his back pressed against the soft bedding, and Frankie followed, climbing on top of him and kissing him hungrily, urgently.

They made out for several minutes, letting their bodies slide and grind and feel each other for the first time on the bed.

Breathless and so hard he was leaking all over the place, Sam urgently reached for his nightstand, opening the drawer with the condoms and lube.

Frankie arched his eyebrow at the condoms. “When was the last time you were tested?”

“Last month.”

“You good?”

Sam nodded.

“Me too,” Frankie replied softly.

They stared.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked, his heart beating out of his chest at the idea of Frankie fucking him raw.

Jesus, yes.

Frankie reached between them, grabbing both their dicks in his paw-like hand and yanking upward, demonstrating his intent.

Sam bucked, and Frankie smiled dangerously over him, kissing him brutally and slanting his lips over his, demanding everything from him. He whimpered, bucking again at the press of their cocks, the calloused hand wrapped around him, and the harsh, yet commanding kiss.

“I’m fuckin’ sure, Sam.”

His heart stopped. Not Sammy—not even baby. But Sam.

Frankie continued to surprise him, sliding down his body and…

His head dropped back onto the pillow in complete surrender, and his hips arched the moment Frankie’s lips descended on his dick, palming and sucking him into his mouth.

“Oh fuck…!”

Frankie growled, the vibrations of it curling his toes as his best friend expertly sucked his dick.

Kill me now. It’s never going to get better than this.