Page 72 of Give Me What You Will

He shivered, pushing down his cock stand.

Frankie was here. For him. Demanding to see all of him.

Swallowing the bitter hoppy beer, he wiped his lips, deliberating the risks of that request. He could be himself, honest and open, totally exposed, the way Frankie wanted him to be. Or he could keep his armor on and…

His mind went blank.

And what?

Sam had every intention of letting his best friend do whatever the hell he wanted with his body today, tomorrow, and for the rest of time if Frankie wanted it. So, what the fuck was the armor protecting him from? His heart was lost a long time ago to Frankie Casavani. There was no need for it anymore. He just spent the last few months feeling like utter, complete shit without him.

Sam rubbed his temple. Maybe it was time he accepted that this was it. That Frankie would have his fun and fill, and ultimately move on, one day settling down with a woman and getting married, and that weekend he spent with his best friend, eating his ass and fucking him into oblivion, was merely a blip on the radar.

A headache began to press on the back of his eyes and he cleared his throat, refusing to anticipate the worst. The future had no business here. Because not too long ago, all Sam could imagine was this moment. Frankie kissing him, touching him, wanting him.

And it was here. Now.

The only option in his mind was to greet it with open arms, without armor, because he deserved a moment in the sunlight with the man that he knew he would love for the rest of his life. If this weekend was all Sam would get, then he wouldn’t spoil it by worrying about tomorrow.

If he was doomed to be like Papi, then so fucking be it. Because Heaven had arrived, and if he had to spend the rest of his life in Hell, at least he had this to hold on to.

He finished his sandwich and beer, washed his plate off in the kitchen sink, and heard Frankie pad barefoot into his kitchen. Glancing over his shoulder, he stilled. Frankie was wearing slimming black sweatpants and a simple black T-shirt. His skin glowed from the fresh shower and his hair was still damp, his chin and cheeks freshly shaved.

Why did he have to look so damned good?

Sam flipped off the faucet and decided it was time to boldly take what was offered, without regret. He rounded the corner of the island and Frankie smiled warmly at him, “Your house is fuckin’ nice—”

Sam, sucking in a nervous breath, invaded his space. Frankie didn’t back down. He simply tilted his chin up slightly, dark brown eyes sharpening.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

Frankie’s breath whooshed out of him and he nodded, swallowing.

Sam captured his jaw with his fingers and guided him in for a slow, thorough kiss. Frankie swayed against him, and he tongued the seam of his lips, forcing his best friend to open for him, and he did. Sam stroked the inside of his mouth with his tongue, tasting him, savoring him like fine wine, and feeling the blood rush between his legs, thickening his cock.

Frankie instantly responded and kissed him back, a feeling Sam wasn’t used to yet.

He wrapped his fingers along his jaw, framing his face as they kissed and kissed. As if tomorrow didn’t exist. As if they stood alone in this moment forever. Because he didn’t want to think about the lonely existence he would have to face when Frankie left.

“Sam…” Frankie murmured against his lips, drawing back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he rasped, kissing him again, and to his continued surprise, Frankie let him and then kissed him back.

“The last time you kissed me like this was at Papi’s service,” Frankie whispered against his lips, dark gaze searching his.

Sam shuddered, dropping his temple into his, pain rippling through his heart.

“You’re scared,” Frankie said knowingly.

He nodded, swallowing the ache that had built up in his throat.

“But you ain’t runnin’,” Frankie said with a slow smile. “You came for a kiss, instead.”

He sighed and felt Frankie frame his face with his hands, “Good. Keep comin’ to me, all right?”

His belly tightened, and unable to stop himself, he kissed Frankie again. Frankie opened his mouth this time and… devoured him. It was hot and carnal. Fiery and passionate.

Oh fuck.