Page 49 of They Were Roommates

Frankie let out a moan and closed his eyes, his breath stuttering out as Diego continued to languidly roll his hips. “Oh… you’re not… feeling it?” Frankie panted and Diego smirked.

“Yeah, I’m just not sure if I’m going to be able to get off again.”

Frankie slowly opened his eyes and gave Diego his own smirk. “Why don’t you just let me take care of that for you.”

He reached between them and gripped Diego’s dick with one hand and threaded his other arm around Diego’s back to grip his shoulder. He started thrusting up into Diego, stroking his cock in an alternating rhythm.

Diego moaned, dropping all pretense of teasing as he slumped forward, resting his head on Frankie’s shoulder.

“That’s it, D… let this bratty undergrad take care of you.”

Diego let out a huff and pressed an open mouth kiss to Frankie’s neck.

“That’s right… your study partner, turned best friend, business partner, and roommate will take care of you.”

Diego’s insides began to tighten, and he shuddered. “My boyfriend… and my lover,” Diego murmured, arching his back so he could press his chest against Frankie’s.

“My cabbage… my love… my forever,” Frankie whispered, and Diego pressed their lips together. There was no finesse behind the kiss as they both reached frantic levels of need.

“Come for me,” Diego groaned.

Frankie nuzzled his scruffy cheek against Diego’s. “Together.”

Diego pushed up on his knees and came down hard on Frankie, pulling a few delicious cries from his mouth as Frankie stroked him in the exact right way.

“Coming!” Frankie shouted.

“Franklin,” Diego moaned, and they came. Together.

Afterwards, Diego lay curled against Frankie’s chest and played with the soft chest hair that ran down between his small pecs.

“So, is the ring in the side table?” Diego murmured.

Frankie let out a startled noise and glanced down at him. “No, there's not a ring in the side table. I told you I wasn’t trying to propose to you while we had sex on our couch.”

Diego stared at him for a few moments but couldn’t bring himself to ask his next question.

Frankie must have read it on his face though. He’d gotten so good at reading Diego. Diego could tell when Frankie was sneaking around but he was fairly sure Frankie would also catch him if he ever tried to do something sneaky. Frankie knew him better than any other person had and probably ever would.

“Are you going to ask the next question, D?”

“And what question is that,querido?”

Frankie rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. Don’t ask then. I would have answered honestly though.”

Diego hesitated, but then asked the question. “Will you marry me?”

Frankie sat up so fast he nearly dumped Diego onto the floor. He only just managed to avoid catastrophe, or at the bare minimum a bruised ass, by clinging desperately to Frankie’s shoulders.

“What… the actual fuck, Diego! You don’t get to ask that! I have the ring!”

Diego smirked at him. “Oh, so you do have a ring?”

Frankie gaped at him. “You… I… fucking hell, D.”

A hysterical giggle worked its way up Diego’s chest, and when he let it loose Frankie shook his head in disbelief, but after a moment, he started laughing too. He wrapped Diego back up in his arms and they lay there, jostling each other with their laughter.

After they calmed down, they slowly collected their discarded clothes and brought them into the bedroom to throw them in the hamper. They weren’t too sweaty, so they skipped a shower in favor of some clean pajamas.

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