Page 40 of Complications

“Well, I do care…” The regret in his voice cut through the fog of want.

“You are PrEP?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool, me too. You fuck anyone since your last test?”

“No.”

“Cool, me either. Lucky for us, neither of us got any game.”

“Goddamn it, Joey…” His reluctant guffaw bounced around the room, and my cock hardened even more at the sound of his happiness. And even I knew I was in a fucked-up place if the sound of his laughter was enough to turn me on.

“Dead man fucking…” I put as much threat in my voice as I could manage. It wasn’t much, but it was the best I could offer at the moment.

Frankie shook his head, finished drizzling lube on his dick, and teased my hole with his cockhead.

Absolutely fucking not. Teasing wasn’t going to get me off… I needed dick for that.

“Frankie, your death is coming quick if you don’t stick your goddamn cock in my fucking ass,” I said through clenched teeth. Sweet, romantic shit wasn’t what I needed. A good dicking down was required.

“You’ll get what you get…” Frankie muttered as he surged forward, firm and smooth.

The surprise entry took my breath away and my ass felt like I was being torn apart. Frankie was motionless as I breathed through the pain, but holy shit, it hurt so good. I panted and huffed until I got myself back under control.

When I gave a small nod, Frankie rocked forward. Not at all fucking me in the strokes I expected, but instead it was slow, deliberate movements designed to make me lose my goddamn mind.

“Frankie, ple-please…”

“I’m not gonna hurt your shoulder. Hush.”

And then he proceeded to make me lose my mind. Each thrust of his dick inside my ass brushed against the one spot guaranteed to make me scream. His hand around my cock pumped me at the same slow pace. My shoulder didn’t move at all and every nerve ending sizzled.

Every rocking motion moved me closer to the edge. When I looked up at Frankie, he wasn’t unaffected at all. Sweat dripped down his forehead and temples, while the tendons of his neck tightened as he tried to keep the pace steady. Even his hair was out of place and flopping into his eyes. That man had never looked sexier.

I’m not sure when it happened, but Frankie caught my gaze and stared at me like he could see inside my soul. He never looked away once while he rocked himself inside me. His hand on my cock sped up until a steady stream of sticky precum leaked from the head. Frankie swiped his thumb across the slit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I chanted while waves of ecstasy rolled over me until finally I crashed on the rocks.

Every part of me shattered into a million pieces as ropes of cum spurted from my cock and spilled over his fist. My release triggered Frankie’s, and I felt the hot splash of his cum fill my ass. With his head thrown back, Frankie triumphantly shouted, and we both allowed the crash to overtake us.

I might hate myself tomorrow for being weak, but I’d never regret tonight.

CHAPTER FOUR

Frankie

“We don’t need to talk about it,” Joey reminded me. Again.

He was a prickly cactus this morning, but he’d also repeated himself three times. Every time I tried to speak, Joey had a comment—usually sarcastic, often profanity-laced—about why I needed to shut the fuck up.

We’d put hands, and a few more body parts, on each other every night since that first fiery night. Each time, I knew he’d regret it after, but after a week, I expected him to be less raw about it. Like countless things between us, I’d been wrong.

The moment I’d gotten a taste of the man I’d loved since I’d been old enough to understand what that feeling meant, something inside me broke. It had been one thing to imagine him. It was another to discover reality was even better.

Now that every hope, every fantasy, had been proven possible, there was no going back. Indifference wasn’t an option anymore. If I could change anything, it would be that. I’d lost the ability to pretend I didn’t want him.

The rest of it? Sublime.