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Sammy kissed him.

He moved so quickly that Frankie could only gasp as his lips crashed down hard onto his. It was just like last time. Urgent and so full of need. Sammy pinned him to the building with a strength Frankie didn’t know he possessed. His entire body engulfed him.

Too shocked to move, Sammy slanted his lips over his and deepened the kiss with such a breathless fury that Frankie could only stand there and take it.

And he did.

He didn’t know what else to do.

But his body did. It responded as if it were a woman doing this to him, not Sammy. His cock thickened between his legs, and his heart thudded against his chest, pulse skipping through his veins.

What the fuck was happening? This was wrong! This was Sammy!

He didn’t understand it.

Sammy reached between them and, with a boldness he would’ve never expected from him, felt the firm pressure of his palm over his crotch and the denim barrier between them.

Jesus…!

He fisted his fingers into his palm, nails biting at his skin, demanding his cock not to react. But his dick wasn’t listening.

This was his best fuckin’ friend. And it had been eight months since Sammy had spoken to him—looked at him—kissed him…

Frankie had never been kissed like that, and he knew he’d never be kissed like that again, unless it was Sammy.

Christ, I can’t be thinkin’ that.

“I don’t just want to sling a beer back with you, Frankie,” Sammy growled into his lips, grinding his hand over him. “I want you inside me…” he breathed, working his hand over him, his erection coming to life with a sudden vengeance at his confession. “Or to be inside you…”

Sweet fuck.

Frankie’s hands shot out, grabbing his shoulders, but he didn’t push him away. He was frozen in disbelief that this was happening again. That his Sammy, his best friend after so long, was doing this and saying these things to him.

“I want you to fuck me—hard. I wanna hear the sounds you make when you cum inside me…” Sammy rasped.

Frankie couldn’t move, and yet he knew that was wrong. He just couldn’t seem to stop it.

Sammy finally stilled, eyes searching his, glancing down as though he, too, was stunned by Frankie’s arousal straining between them.

They both stared, panting, unsure of what to do. One thing was for certain: Frankie had never been so hard in his entire life, and it scared him—no, it terrified him.

“Now you know why I left…” Sammy whispered, hand sliding away from his cock and moving upward, grasping his waist and traveling to his chest, looking achingly lost. “Why are you letting me touch you like this?”

Frankie opened his mouth and then closed it, feeling just as lost. He had nothing to hang onto except for his best friend. He was nothing without him. And somehow, Sammy was keeping him anchored, even though he was the one creating the chaos they were in.

Sammy’s brilliant green eyes sparkled, and unexpectedly, he dipped his head and kissed him again. It was a slow, dangerous kind of kiss. The one where a man knew he had all the time in the world, where he could take what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. The storm raged inside Frankie’s soul, unable to understand his body’s reaction—why his heart was beating like he had just sprinted a mile, and the damned-near crippling urge to kiss back.

He wanted to kiss back.

He wanted to open his mouth and give Sammy whatever he wanted.

Oh fuck.

No.

Frankie jerked his head back, slamming it into the brick wall. Pain erupted, followed quickly by slightly blurred vision, and he cursed. Sammy was right there, with a warm, comforting hand at the back of his head.

“Shit,” Sammy muttered. “You ok?”