Page 24 of Survivor
Chapter Eighteen
Taylor
In his dreams, Taylor had woken up beside Frank many times. In reality, it was so much more. The fantasy didn’t carry the warmth of Frank’s skin or the beating of his heart. They fit perfectly together, back to front, Taylor’s arms wrapped around Frank. Inhaling, he could still smell the scent of their mutual orgasms from the previous night in the air. Stripping down the layers between them, he’d left Frank naked and vulnerable, and finally convinced Frank he was sincere. He could have taken Frank last night, made love to him and sealed their bond completely. But Frank didn’t ask for that with words, and he wanted Frank to be the one that decided when he was ready to take that step. After all, he wasn’t kidding when he said they had time.
Instead, they’d kissed for what seemed like hours—long, slow, steady kisses that eventually grew more intense and primal until they were mauling each other like tigers in the wild. Christ, but the man could kiss. All the kissing and heavy petting led to some serious frottage and Taylor’s hand wrapped around their cocks until they both came in a flurry of hushed whimpers and moans. Frank held on to him, fingers digging into Taylor’s arms as he came, eyes closed, head thrown back with a look of pure bliss on his handsome face. Taylor decided right then and there that he had to make Frank come every goddamn day for the rest of their lives because the look on Frank’s face when he came was fucking priceless.
Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, he saw it was already half past nine. His parents and Frank’s dad were already up by now. The question was, did they know Taylor had spent the night in Frank’s bed yet? As far as he was concerned, they could spend the entire day, hell, the entire vacation naked and in bed. The three people downstairs most likely wouldn’t agree with him though. Wrapping his arms tighter around the man in them, Taylor kissed a path from the back of Frank’s neck to his shoulder, biting down gently.
“Mmmmmmm,” Frank hummed. “Feels nice to wake up with you,” Rolling over, Frank smiled at him, leaning in for a quick peck. “Morning.”
“Good morning to you too.” Taylor pulled Frank close enough that their breaths mingled and closed his eyes, squirming until he got the pillow the way he wanted it. They both jumped at the knock on the door.
“Are we to expect the two of you for breakfast? Or later in the day for lunch?” Val’s cheerful voice made them both smile.
“We’ll be down in a few minutes, Val,” Frank answered her before turning to Taylor, speaking softly. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and as much as I’d like you to wash my back, I think we’ll be late for breakfast if we do that.”
“You’re probably right.” Taylor stole another kiss before climbing out of the bed and pulling his shorts on. “Meet you at the top of the stairs in ten minutes.”
He could hear his parents talking downstairs, murmurs of a conversation and an occasional giggle. They were eternally in the honeymoon phase, Val and Charlie Stone. Taylor hoped that he and Frank would still pine for each other that way when they’d been together for thirty years. Frank was waiting for him at the top of the stairs when Taylor exited his room a few minutes later, showered and dressed in clean clothes. When Frank looked up from his phone and their eyes met, it was clear, calm water looking back at him. How in the hell had he managed to wait so long to make the man his?
Taylor kissed him, again, and reached for Frank’s empty hand, twining their fingers together because he just couldn’t keep his hands off the man. Valerie was at the stove flipping something that smelled like heaven when they came into the kitchen. Hearing them, she turned and waved her spatula toward the back porch. “Your dads are on the porch with their coffee and the newspaper if you want to join them. It’s such a beautiful morning I thought we’d eat outside today.”
Frank headed straight for the coffeepot, filling a mug and taking a sip. Taylor watched him, completely entranced by the man. His face was so expressive, every emotion playing out for anyone paying attention to clearly see. He wondered, albeit briefly, how that worked for Frank when he was on the job. Or perhaps it was just that Taylor was so attuned to him that he saw things no one else did. “Do you need help with anything?” he asked.
“No, no.” Valerie waved him off. “You two go on outside, I know how you want your omelets; I’ll have them ready in a jiff.”
Taylor went over and kissed her on the cheek. “I love you, Mom.”
“Awwww, sweetie.” She leaned into him. “I love you too.”
When they’d finished breakfast, Taylor helped his mom clean up and get the coolers packed for the day while Frank, Hubert, and his dad went down to the get the boat ready for sailing. Being on the boat and on the water were familiar, but the experience of sailing with Frank by his side as more than just a friend was new and welcome. “Penny for your thoughts.” Frank came up beside him, bumping Taylor playfully with his hip.
“I’m just enjoying the view.” He and Frank were alone on the deck at the moment, the parents all below deck preparing lunch most likely. Steering with one hand, he reached for Frank, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close.
Frank leaned into him and Taylor held on tighter. “So, when I was downstairs just now, our parents were talking about how happy they are with us being together.” Frank looked up at him, eyes squinting in the afternoon sun.
“I guess my parents took care of the telling your dad part,” Taylor quipped.
Frank snorted. “Yes, but, me thinks theI’m happy you finally pulled your head out of your ass and went for itcomment means my father has likely known for a while.”
He shifted a few steps back, guiding Frank in front of him and they steered, enjoying the crispness in the air, the smell of the ocean, the sound of the waves beneath them as they sailed across Nantucket Sound. It was so much more than Taylor dreamed of, more than he could have asked for and for the first time in a long time, he felt at peace.
“I was thinking, maybe we could go into town tonight, have dinner at The Port Hunter, just the two of us,” Frank said going for nonchalance, but Taylor thought there was an undertone of uncertainty. He wondered how long it would take Frank to feel completely comfortable and at ease with their budding relationship.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Frank Moore?” he teased.
Frank scoffed. “Maybe.”
Leaning in, Taylor nipped Frank’s earlobe then whispered, “I’d love to.”
