Page 54 of Complications

I wasn’t sure if the dim light was the late-day sun or me losing consciousness, but as long as Frankie kept sucking my dick, it didn’t matter. I needed to come more than I needed oxygen.

I tried to pull off, but Frankie’s fingers anchored me to the bed. He doubled his efforts, burying his nose in the curly hair at the base of my cock and swallowing around my dick. There was nothing left for me to give. All I could do was allow myself to let go, and when I did, cum exploded from my cock and poured down Frankie’s throat. He swallowed reflexively around me, not missing a single drop.

I panted through it and tried my best to keep my shoulder still. His fingers were steel tentacles, forcing me to remain still. It was still too much. All I could think about was being spent and that he was the one who had controlled me every step of the way to let me find it.

It made me think back to when we were kids, when he did the same thing. He always led. I followed. I griped and complained and bitched, but I followed because I was always happiest two steps behind him.

“Fuck, Frankie. I’m sorry…”

“Shut up, Jojo.”

As he spoke, Frankie got up from his knees, his throbbing dick directly in front of my face. He had put every bit of himself aside to make sure I was taken care of first, so with my good hand, I drew him closer and swallowed his cock down.

I didn’t ask permission or wait for his approval. It was there, it was dripping, and I wanted it. I needed him.

Frankie’s fingers found their way into my hair and gripped my scalp while he fucked my face, somehow also managing to keep my body absolutely still. He used my mouth exactly how I wanted him to. He plunged deep until the head of his cock was at the back of my throat and my tongue swirled around him. I felt the warm steel sliding against my tongue, and every thrust reminded me that this was exactly what I wanted. I didn’t know how I’d ever go back to not having it.

And goddamn it, I didn’t want to know what that would feel like.

I vaguely heard Frankie warn me that he was going to come, which spurred me to redouble my efforts and tighten the suction of my mouth. Frankie’s rhythm became erratic until finally he surged forward, and I felt the first splash of cum hit the back of my throat. Unlike him, I couldn’t swallow fast enough not to miss a few drops.

When he was fully spent, Frankie slipped his now-soft cock out of my mouth. His thumb swiped at a few droplets of cum on the side of my mouth and fed them to me. I wrapped my tongue around his thumb like it was his cock, and he closed his eyes and let the quiet overtake us.

Both of us were stretched to the point that I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it lying down. He instantly brushed his lips against mine. I could vaguely taste myself on them, and that alone was enough to make my spent cock try to rally.

“I’m not giving this up,” Frankie whispered against my lips. “Bitch all you want, but I am not giving you up again.”

“You can’t just decide.”

“It seems that I can because I did.”

“Why?”

“Because against my better judgment, I’ve been in love with you since we were fifteen, although you’ve been pissing me off a lot longer than that.”

Fuck me.

“Okay.”

And then he kissed me again, and I forgot I probably should’ve put up a bigger fight, but screw it. I wanted him to kiss me again.

“Love, hand me the French toast, please.”

Doc looked like he’d been up all night. One of our guys needed more practice on his dirt bike, so Doc spent the night putting him back together. While Doc worked, Elio camped out in the hallway, making sure he had coffee, food, and whatever else he needed. They didn’t seem to want to be far away from each other, so while Doc worked, Elio spent the night in the hallway making sure that anything he needed, he got.

But it seemed that no matter how tired they were, they always had time to make goddamn goo-goo eyes at each other.

“Christ, Doc, we’re trying to eat,” I said around a mouthful of pancake.

“That’s odd, Joey. I don’t recall asking your goddamn opinion on it,” Elio said.

Doc patted his hand and kissed his cheek while helping himself to the French toast.

“Frankie, you gotta do something to control your boy.”

Frankie ignored my snort at the description of being his boy and said, “I’ve been trying for years. It’s a work in progress.”

“Hey, asshole. I don’t actually like being described as a project.”