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“After,” he said, consumed by yet another found addiction.
“Now,” I ordered, holding him by the hair and fighting against his resistance, fighting harder when he stretched his tongue toward my navel.
Franky blinked, his cum-lust clearing, and my heart skipped a beat as I waited for him to say something. “For as long as this lasts, be it one night, one week, or several months… You’ll be the only one I have sex with, Leland.”
I chuckled inwardly at his use of the wordsex. “So it’s only calledfuckingwhen you’re high on dick, huh?”
He swatted my outer thigh, hard enough to make me flinch, hard enough to make me swallow. He tongued me spotless, moaning during the process, then ordered, “Get on your hands and knees, Leelee Bear.”
He wanted me positioned like a dog, adjusting my limbs until I painted the picture he had in his mind. “This is how you should be,” he whispered, trailing a finger down my arched spine. “You’re beautiful like this.” He ate his cum from my hole again, complaining about there not being enough.
Franky didn’t give my ass a break all night. When his cock couldn’t keep up with the rest of him, and his tongue had had enough, he fingered me, watching me intently as he learned what angle and what pace pleased me the most.
He became a student on the subject of my desires. At times his exploration felt clinical, but that’s what made it hot. I was his test subject, and I’d teach him all he wanted to know and then some.
We showered as the sun rose and then I filled the empty space in his bed.I’m here now,I wanted to say,for however long this lasts.My body was too fucked out, and my brain too tired to articulate anything.
Franky hesitated for a brief second before hauling me into his chest, stroking my hair as our breaths evened.
“I don’t like Noon,” he whispered.
“Why, because he’s not afraid of you?” I asked, yawning. Noon didn’t intimidate easily, if at all. That had to be an unwelcome change for Franky.
“No,” he said, “I can respect him for that.”
“Then why?” I knew the answer, but I needed him to say it, and not for clarity’s sake. I needed to know he was jealous. I needed to know I wasn’t the only one who was imperfect in that way.
“Because he’s had you,” he said, exhaustion weighing down his words.
“It was a long time ago, and it didn’t mean anything.”
“Say it again,” he said, the hand stroking my hair now twisting tightly in it.
“It didn’t mean anything,” I said, giving him what he needed, nestling into him further when his fingers relaxed and scratched at my scalp. I thought that was the end of it, the end of our night, until whispered words pulled me from the tugging hands of sleep.
“I know you prefer one great friend over many, because it lessens your chances of people hurting you. Of them leaving you. I know you also prefer one friend over none, because being completely alone reminds you of how lonely you are. I know deep down you believe in your artistic capabilities, but you do things like spend all your money prepaying your rent, because it gives you an excuse to not pursue your secret ambitions. I know you have one-night stands because you’re afraid of what falling in love will do to you. I should be petrified of hurting you, of being the one to prove you right, but I’m selfish, and I want you, Leland. Even if it’s just for a little while.”
I could hardly hear him past the pounding of his heart and the fevered screaming of mine. I tried to lift my head off his chest, but he held me there.
“And I know that what your mother did to you still haunts you. And not just because I can hear you cry out in your sleep for her sometimes. I know it because your beautiful soul, and your beautiful golden eyes, tell me every time the wall around them opens up for me. And I know you never open either of those things for anyone. Maybe not even for Noon. I’m not even sure you know they’re open for me.”
We were quiet for a while, listening to the birds raise their voices outside.
“What are we doing, Leland?” Franky asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
I knew what I thought we were doing, but I had a bad feeling that what I thought and what was fact were two totally different and complicated things.
What I did know, right then, was that Noon was wrong.Franky does know me.
Chapter 12
Franklin
“I feel like shit on wheels,” Leland complained, blowing his nose. “Sorry for getting you sick.” His cold symptoms had fully developed. It started with a sneeze for me that morning and a hacking cough from him.
“It’s not your fault,” I said, pushing up in bed to recline against the headboard with him. “I knew you were sick when I kissed you.”
