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“Are you the reason something urgent suddenly came up?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said.
He hummed as if he’d suspected as much. “I’m sure it’s fine. I don’t need the contract, though, Leland. I’ll be able to put food on the table regardless. It was just something to do, I suppose.”
“You know, for someone whose knees are shredded, you sure have spent a lot of time on them this week,” I said.
“Keep it up,” he threatened. “I’m keeping score, you know.” He pushed to his feet, rinsing the washcloth clean before adding more body wash to it and handing it out for me to take.
Franky now only washed the areas I couldn’t get to, respecting my boundaries as much as possible. He’d ditched the ridiculous swimming trunks around day four, and my bath time had becomeourbath time. He’d stand under the showerhead and clean himself off, back turned to me as I took care of my more exciting parts.
He gestured for me to take the washcloth again, and my breaths became too thick to release. I struggled to articulate my thoughts, eventually managing to string three words together. “You do it,” I said, my cock rising below the hand towel spread over it.
Without making a big deal out of my request, Franky got down to one knee again, peeling away the hand towel. My cock sprung up from its nest of curls, and Franky held it by the crown while he soaped up the shaft. My stomach flexed involuntarily, and I couldn’t hold back my hiss of pleasure.
“Are you okay?” Franky asked, the shower water beating at his back.
“Yes, just… Don’t…stop,” I gritted out.
“Can you scoot to the edge?” he asked. I managed with his help, and once my balls were no longer confined by the bench, he turned his attention there.
“What do you want, Leland? There’s no room here for guessing games.” He wanted to know if I was looking to be cleaned or looking for more.
“More,” I said, hips undulating. I wanted to grab hold of his hand and wrap it around my dick, but one hand was trapped in a damn splint, and the other couldn’t give up the hold it had on the bench.
Franky took his time fisting my cock and the obscene sounds of soap squirting around and through his fingers made my balls tighten.
“Don’t play with it, Franky,” I whispered. “I need to come.” Now that his hands were on me I realized that everyone that had touched me during our time apart were poor excuses for the real thing. No one played my body the way Franky did. No one had ever controlled my body’s responses like he had. And he reminded me of that with only a teasing grip that would drive me insane before it drove me to orgasm.
“You needmeto make you come,” he said, fingers gliding along the raised veins of my arched cock. We both knew I could have gotten myself off, but I’d asked him to do it.Neededhim to do it. We weren’t at the point where I could admit that out loud, though.
“Jack me like you mean it, or…” My words were gobbled up by an extended moan.
“Or what?” Franky asked, easing up on the pressure again. His cock was hard and intimidating, but it was like he didn’t even notice because his predatory gaze stayed hyper fixated on me.
“More,” I demanded in frustration as he swiped a thumb over my wet tip. “Harder. F-faster, Franky.”
“You forgot to say please,” he whispered, enjoying my misery.
“Please, damn it,” I whimpered.“Please.”
It was like my begging flipped a switch in his head, reminding him that this should be simple, that he shouldn’t be enjoying it, that it didn’t mean anything. Franky immediately began pumping my dick at a fast clip from root to tip. My body seized up instantly, and within seconds I came on a shout, my vision blackening around the edges as my orgasm didn’t seem to want to let go of me.
I would’ve slithered to the shower floor if Franky hadn’t held me up, and I crash-landed back on earth to catch his hot stare on the soapy cum sliding down his hand and my inner thighs.
“Franky,” I said raggedly. He snapped out of his haze and hurried to wash his hand off before carefully rinsing me down with the handheld showerhead.
His own cock was ready to burst, the plum-colored head shiny and wet. Franky ignored it, getting us out of the shower and dressed for bed. We were silent throughout the routine, and he refused to even sneak a glance at me.
Fuck.I’d been selfish. I wasn’t ready for more, yet I’d asked him to negotiate the line drawn to give me exactly that anyway.
“Text or call me if you need me,” he said, when all I’d had to do before was whisper his name and he’d come running from across the hall. Kind of hard to do that now since he’d closed the bedroom door behind him, and seconds later I heard the guest bedroom door close too.
I woke up hours later to the feeling of Franky being gone. I couldn’t get back to sleep, not even after I felt him return home in the wee hours of the morning. I spent the next couple weeks waking up all hours of the night to that void but hadn’t found the courage to question him about it. Too afraid to learn why. Too afraid to learn he had somewhere—or someone—else to go to for release when he couldn’t release on me. Too afraid I’d want to do something about it.
Chapter 35
Leland
