Page 26 of Survivor
Chapter Twenty
Taylor
Once, when he was in high school, another student had called Taylor “Tay Tay,” and he hated it. Frank calling him Tay, well, that was exhilarating. Perhaps it was the level of emotion the man he was about to bury himself balls deep in fed into the name. Desperation, devotion, and sheer, utter need were curled around three little letters and Taylor discovered that there was a link between his ears and his balls when they tingled, happy with the shortened name.
Taking the condoms and lube Frank offered, he gave himself a few seconds to enjoy the sight before him. Frank’s body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, pupils dilated, breathing labored and concerning. “Baby…” Taylor covered Frank’s body with his slightly larger one, kissing him softly, seductively. All the tension previously tensing his lover’s body seeped away the moment Taylor touched him. Frank was panting, fingers clutching Taylor’s biceps, but he didn’t sound like he might hyperventilate anymore, which was good.
“There you go, Frankie, wouldn’t be much fun if you passed out before the main event.” The comment was meant to lighten the mood, and if the indignant chortle Frank responded with was any indication, it worked. He kissed him again; kissing was good. Taylor thought he could spend the rest of his life kissing Frank and die a happy man. There was more on the agenda for their evening, and Taylor was definitely ready for act two. Frank held on to him as their tongues continued to mate, fists in Taylor’s hair, his hips involuntarily thrusting up, their cocks sliding together. The friction was delicious but not quite as lovely as the deep, guttural moan Frankie released when Taylor slid one lube-slicked finger inside him.
Fists tightening in his hair, Taylor winced but refused to ask Frank to lighten up. Instead, he watched the expressions that were playing out on Frank’s face, eyes opening wide when Taylor added a second finger. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now Frankie?” Panting, Frank shook his head, another moan falling from his kiss swollen lips when Taylor slipped three fingers inside him. He bent and pressed his lips to Frank’s, hard, nipping and biting and taking what he wanted while he continued to open and stretch him with fingers and lube. Thrusting his hips upward, Taylor felt the moisture leaking from Frank’s rock-hard cock on his hip. It was time. If he waited much longer not only would they both likely go insane, Frank was liable to come just from his fingers, and he wanted Frank to come on his dick.
He reached for a condom, tearing it open and quickly sliding it down, his balls drawing up a little more. Squirting a generous amount of lube into the palm of his hand, he made sure his latex-covered cock was lathered and moved into position, lining up and slowly pushing in. Frank’s face stiffened as did his body, eyes drifting closed. “No, Frankie, look at me.” Those beautiful baby blues blinked open and Taylor smiled down at him, kissing the tip of Frank’s nose. “I want to see you, baby.”
Frank’s response was a jerky head nod. “Breathe in and bear down, Frankie.” Taylor pushed all the way in with one long, slow thrust that left them both breathless and moaning.
“So big, so full…” Frank panted, shifting his hips, rocking back and forth.
“So mine.” Taylor pulled out then thrust forward, covering Frank’s mouth to muffle his shout. He tried to go slow, to take his time and savor their first encounter. But he knew there would be so many more, a lifetime of sex and memories they’d make, together. “God, Frankie, I don’t think I can go slow.”
Grabbing his thighs and pulling his knees up to his chest, Frank spread himself open for Taylor. “You said it yourself, Tay, we have all the time in the world. Now shut up and fuck me.”
Alrighty then.Taylor did as he was asked. The pace was fast, relentless, and within minutes they were both on the precipice, ready to spill their seed. Frank’s moans and groans grew louder with every push of his hips, his body tense. “So sexy, Frank, and mine, all mine.”
“Yours, only yours,” Frank quickly agreed.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick, Frank, warm and tight, the perfect fit like your body was made for me.” He picked up the pace, hips pistoning, balls heavy with his impending release.
“Touch me, Taylor, please,” Frank begged. Bracing himself with one arm on the bed beside Frank’s head, Taylor reached between them with the other, wrapping his hand around Frank’s cock and jacking him, his hand keeping pace with his dick.
“Oh God, I’m, gonna.” Frank froze, his body stiff and shaking and then he came, his back bowing up off the bed and the sexiest moan that dragged on forever renting the air in the room. Frank’s orgasm pushed Taylor over the edge and he spilled into the condom, his climax pulled from him almost painfully. He fell onto Frank, their bodies still shaking, wracked with aftershocks from what Taylor felt certain was the best orgasm he’d ever had.
“That was amazing,” Frank said breathlessly.
Taylor lifted his head and smiled down at him. “I love you, Frankie.” The way Frank looked at him, like he was in awe, made Taylor feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He brushed off the lack of comment from Frank, dragging his ass out of the bed and walking to the bathroom on shaking legs to dispose of the condom and get a warm washcloth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Taylor wiped the come off his lover’s body, then tossed the rag into the hamper in the corner before settling on the mattress beside Frank and pulling him close.
He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, enjoying the feel of Frank’s breath on his skin as he dozed off to sleep. Taylor wanted to hear Frank say that he loved him almost as much as he’d wanted to claim him. But he was patient. Taylor had realized he loved Frank two summers ago; he’d had years to dissect and pick apart his feelings, decide whether or not it was infatuation or genuine love. Frank might have begun looking at him differently around the same time, but Taylor was certain that Frank had tried to convince himself that he was wrong, that he was misreading Taylor. What Frank needed was time and Taylor’s unconditional, unwavering support. Soon, Frank would say those three words Taylor longed to hear. But Taylor wanted them to come from the heart, not from obligation.
