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I’d agreed to stop, dropping my feet to the floor, but the damage had already been done. Franky strong-armed his way between my legs, licking and swirling his tongue around the nail-beds and cuticles of my cum-drenched fingers before tackling the web of skin between the digits.
I then spread myself out on the patio table, lifting my legs and pulling my cheeks apart as he fought with his desires.“Well, are you going to kneel there and pretend you don’t want the rest of this clogging up your throat?”I’d asked. I bore down as he rimmed me through his annoyance, he even got the dried stains on the underside of my shaft before standing and wrangling me to my knees.
“Why do I get the feeling you like seeing me this way,”he’d said, speaking past a tired tongue, his scruff and nostrils shiny and wet.
“What way?”I’d asked, as he angrily undid his pants, his cock springing into the air.
“On the brink. Like…”He’d faded off, in search of the right words.
“Like you’d do anything to have me?”I’d said.“Like the only way for you to cope with wanting me is by taking it all out on me? Your anger, your lust, your guilt… Your sadness too?”
“Yes,”he’d said, seemingly shocked at how in tune I was with him. I could feel the rage in him boiling because of it, boiling because he was about to prove me right, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“You’re a tortured soul, Franky, but I can handle it. When no one else can, I can handle you,”I’d promised him.
“Your hole may not be ready for me,”he said, words garbled like he’d been eating rocks, not cum.“But your mouth seems to be functioning just fine.”He’d fucked my throat then, coming shortly after on a rabid snarl.
I reminded him of all that in my letter, even spilling my cum onto one of them, hoping my scent would win me his change of heart. I never mailed them, though. I’d tossed them all into the fire.
There was one letter I’d actually sealed and stamped, intending on forwarding it to him, but I ended up shredding it with hands and teeth before dumping the bits into the trash. That was the day I’d left our sacred place for good.
I’d gone back to my apartment, where in between religiously jerking off to dreams or nightmares of Franky, I found time to have a mini breakdown after receiving a text from Noon. Things were going well in New York.
With Noon gone, and now Franky, I was the one thing I feared more than anything. I was alone. I’d been thrown out of a window again.
The mist grew to an impatient drizzle, shaking me from my thoughts. I moved to the side, allowing a couple to hurry out of the rain and into the gallery as I breathed through my heart palpitations, as I went over what I needed to do next.
I needed to seal myself off, make myself immune to this type of pain, immune to the feelings of others. There was only one way to do that. I had to find it in me to not care about anything.
Three hours later, I found myself at a seedy gay bar across town, strategically drinking the hard stuff in hopes that it would take half the money needed to get wasted to the point of unconsciousness than it would have had I been guzzling beer.
“Can I buy you a drink?” a guy asked nervously, taking up the empty stool next to mine.
I paused with my drink to my lips, side-eying the tan line where his wedding band should be. “They’re all the same,” I slurred, huffing a laugh before downing my drink. “You can buy the next two.” I rolled my eyes at his eager expression. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
His green eyes sought out the bartender, flagging him down from the other end of the bar. “He’ll have another—”
“No. This is the cheap shit.” I slid my empty tumbler away from me. “I’ll take a round of the best you’ve got,” I said directly to the bartender. “And make it a double.” Seconds later I had another drink in my hand and was already asking for more.
“So, what’s your name?” he asked, inexperience written all over him. His sandy brown hair had been combed to precision, and his plaid shirt had been buttoned up to his neck. A little too preppy for me. Too nice, and too…smiley. The only time Franky showed that much teeth was when they were tearing into my skin. This guy was nothing like what I preferred, which made him perfect for me.
He sipped his beer, looking around as if his spouse might charge in at any minute, and I mentally stabbed the voice telling me this wasn’t right, that this was how I ended up here in the first place.
Things would be different from here on out, because I’d promised myself I wouldn’t give a fuck anymore. What this guy had going on outside of the hot fuck I intended to get wasn’t my problem.
“How about we skip the small talk and get down to why we’re both here tonight,” I said.
“Ah, okay,” he said, seemingly waiting for me to be the one to do something. I’d have to get used to being treated like what happened next was up to me.
“Have you never picked up a random dude for a one night-stand before?”
“No,” he admitted, sighing and shaking his leg under the bar top. “I don’t normally do stuff like this, but life right now—”
“Rule number one,” I said, interrupting his sad song. I couldn’t care less why he was here. I wasn’t the moral police. “Keep your problems to yourself. It’s better that way, and I don’t give a fuck about anyone’s problems anymore.” I winced through the burn of my shot going down and then promptly ordered another. “Add that one to his tab too,” I informed the bartender before returning my attention to preppy-boy.
“Rule number two: no names. And rule number three: no repeats. You got a condom?” I asked.
“Yes.”
