Page 25 of Survivor
Chapter Nineteen
Frank
As first dates went, his and Taylor’s was simple but one he’d remember for a very long time. The Port Hunter was a local favorite that served fresh seafood and unique cocktails. They started with oysters, grilled clams, and bluefish cakes that were to die for, sharing the appetizers while drinking something that was yellow, served in a mason jar and tasted like lemonade with fresh mint leaves. For the main course, Taylor ordered tiz chicken and Frank got the hanger steak. They must’ve looked like a couple of teenagers sitting at the end of the bar feeding each other and making googly eyes, but Frank couldn’t bring himself to care. He hadn’t been this happy and carefree in a while and was determined to enjoy it.
Leaving the restaurant hand in hand, Frank couldn’t stifle the groan when they damn near walked right into Billy Scranton. Thoughts of stringing the little shit up with spare boat ties and tossing him off the back of his dad’s Catalina in the middle of Nantucket Sound were very appealing. “Taylor, hey!” He unwittingly shoved Frank aside as he reached for Taylor and pulled him in for a hug that was a little too up close and personal for Frank’s liking. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming into town? We could have…” Billy’s words trailed off when he finally saw their joined hands.
Mouth agape, eyes darting from Taylor to Frank, down to their joined hands, and back to Taylor, then back to Frank, Billy was speechless. Well, if Frank had known that all he had to do to shut Billy up was hold Taylor’s hand, he’d have done it years ago. “Wait, are you two, like, together? As in, a couple?” Frank wanted to smack him on the back and congratulate him for stringing two words together that weren’t dripping with innuendo.
Taylor didn’t hesitate. “Yes, we are.” He smiled—no, beamed at Frank, pulling him close and draping one of his long arms over Frank’s shoulders.
“Wait, isn’t he, like, old?” Billy scrunched up his nose for dramatic effect.
Before Frank could voice a response, Taylor beat him to it. “Age is just a number, Billy. Besides, he’s fucking amazing in bed. And goddamn, can he kiss, curls my toes and something else, if you catch my meaning.” Frank had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing out loud. Taylor steered them around Billy, who was looking a little pale and glassy eyed. “You should try the bluefish cakes; they were quite delicious. But don’t drink and drive!” Taylor called out, not looking back as he led Frank through the parking lot to the CR-V.
Once they were in the car they both lost it, laughing hysterically. “Oh my God,thatwas fun.” Taylor cranked the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
“And long overdue,” Frank agreed. “That guy is like a bad penny; he just keeps turning up.”
Arriving back at the cottage, Taylor killed the engine, turning to Frank, wearing a lopsided grin, eyes dancing with mischief. “Oh no, what are you up to?”
“Want to climb in the back seat and make out like teenagers?” Taylor asked.
Scratching the stubble on his chin, Frank tried to look contemplative. “I don’t know. It’s awful late and usold menneed our beauty sleep.”
“Shut up.” Taylor grabbed him by the shirt and hauled Frank closer, taking his mouth with a demanding kiss. When they finally came up for air, Frank could see the desire in Taylor’s eyes that looked amber under the harsh, fluorescent lights attached to the house, above the garage door.
Prying Taylor’s mouth from his took some effort. “Let’s take this inside.” Frank climbed out of the car, adjusting the bulge in his shorts.
The house was dark when they entered, everyone already in bed. It took about sixty seconds for them to make it from the front door to Frank’s room, and Taylor was on him as soon as Frank closed and locked the door. Taylor ran his fingers along the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over Frank’s head, dropping it on the floor. Shoes were kicked off, pants unbuttoned and discarded, joining the rest of their clothes. Gloriously naked, Taylor moved around him, walking over to the bed and lying on his side, beckoning Frank with a finger. “I’ll tell you what you can do with that finger.”
“No need, babe, I know exactly what to do with my hands to drive you wild.” Taylor waggled his eyes brows, reaching for Frank and tugging him down on the bed beside him. The first kiss was lazy but potent, telling Frank how Taylor felt without using words. Each kiss that followed was deeper and more intoxicating. No one had ever devoured Frank’s mouth the way Taylor did when they kissed. He loved it.
Taylor rolled their bodies, pressing Frank into the mattress without breaking the seal of their lips. He had to nudge Taylor with a hand to his chest in order to catch his breath. Looking up at him, Frank was floored by the myriad of emotions he saw in Taylor’s glistening hazel eyes. “I want you, Taylor, every part of you. Make love to me, please.” Frank could hear the desperation in his voice and hoped Taylor hadn’t noticed.
Answering Frank with his body, Taylor licked and nibbled his way from Frank’s mouth to his chest, stopping and devoting too much time on biting down on Frank’s nipples then sucking on the sensitive buds. The sensation that was equal parts pleasure and pain left him wanting more. Sliding lower on the bed, down the length of Frank’s body, Taylor dipped his tongue into his belly button and he jerked back, laughing. “Tickles.”
“I love the way your body responds to my touch, Frank.” Taylor’s voice was low and deep, the tone like invisible fingers sliding up his spine, making Frank shiver.
Lips and tongue left a path of wet heat along his skin and Frank begged for more. “Taylor, please, I need.” What did he need? It was so damn hard to try and think with Taylor’s mouth and hands all over him, driving him crazy, he had to have more, just…more!
He whimpered when Taylor sat back on his knees, his mouth and hands no longer dominating Frank’s senses. “Tell me what you need, Frankie.”
The sight of Taylor, on his knees in between Frank’s spread legs, fisting his cock was almost too much to bear. He needed Taylor to touch him again. His skin ached, felt scratchy, pulled taut across his bones without his lover’s hands on him. “You, Taylor, just you.”
All barriers broken, walls eradicated, the only thing that remained was the raw, base desire radiating off both of them in waves so strong, Frank swore his bed felt like being on the deck of a ship at sea. Taylor’s smile was provocative and alluring. He slowly ran his hand up and down his length a couple of times more before letting the large, erect cock bounce in the air, stretching his body back over Frank. He begged and moaned, wanting Taylor inside him now. Instead, his lover seemed to be in the mood to seduce, rather than ravish.
“Oh God, Taylor, please,” Frank pleaded. “Yes!” he hollered when Taylor ran his tongue along the underside of his cock from root to tip, paying special attention to the crown, before sucking Frank all the way down his throat. “Oh God, oh fuck, so good.” His body was strung so tight, Frank thought his back might snap when he finally came.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” Groaning loudly, Frank spread his legs wider to give Taylor complete access to his most private places. “Holy shit, that feels amazing Tay, please don’t stop,” he groused.
When Taylor let his cock fall from his lips, Frank thought his head might literally explode. “Nooooooo, no, no,” he whined.
“Say it again.” Taylor growled and Frank looked up. He was taken aback at the ferocity he saw in Taylor’s eyes, pupils completely blown, nostrils flaring, he raked his fingers along the length of Frank’s legs and Frank couldn’t stop his limbs from shaking.
“Say it, again.” Taylor’s voice was low, deliberately calm, and commanding.
“I…say…what?” Frank hoped like hell his voice didn’t actually sound like a petulant child, as he thought it did. What the hell was Taylor asking, say what? Oh, it dawned on him then.
“Tay,” He watched Taylor shudder, obviously liking the shorter name his lover called him.
“God-damnFrank, I want you so fucking bad right now, I’m probably going to come before I get my dick all the way inside you.” It was both a promise and a threat, and Frank was more than ready to be fucked by his man. Leaning to one side, Frank jerked the drawer of his bedside table open, reaching for the condoms and lube, tossing them at Taylor as he lay back on the pillow and waited.
