Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Ezra put his hands on his cheeks, for a moment staring into space, as if he were searching for the truths about the universe. “She is such a snob. I knew it before, but wow. This was… enlightening. She’s probably scared I’ll tell everyone we know I saw her buying toilet paper for cheap. She’d probably faint if I told her I have coupons.” His expression relaxed, and he gave Frank’s arm a gentle squeeze. “You know, she told me I shouldn’t get attached to you. I clearly didn’t listen, did I?”
Frank frowned. “Now I’m invested. What was that about? Did you not tell her I’m boyfriend material?”
Ezra grinned, leaning close with a smile so wicked it started a fire in the pit of Frank’s stomach. “She predicted you’ll waste my best years and then leave me with nothing. So how is it gonna be, Frankie? Will you be a good boyfriend and buy me those shades?” he asked, tapping the green frames.
Frank cocked his head, but then looked around and grabbed a pillow from one of the shelves. “I’ll even throw in this silk pillow for good measure. Just for your perfect head.”
Ezra chuckled, handsome like a model pretending to enjoy life in a high-budget music video, and while the scars were still very prominent, they didn’t take away any of his charm or beauty. Not in Frank’s eyes. “You don’t have to pay for good head from me. It’ll be my pleasure,” he whispered and lowered the glasses as he winked.
Frank snorted "I'm in my prime, you know? Maybe you're the one wasting my best years? Using up my life juices, and all that."
Ezra bumped his hip against Frank’s and whispered, “no one needs to know I like to suck you dry.” He then led the way to the registers, and his gaze teasingly stroked the front of Frank’s body, reminding him of the innuendo-filled conversation they’d just had. Unfortunately, they were in a public place, which forced Frank to think about unsexy things to keep his dick from making other customers uncomfortable. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with his naughty tease of a boyfriend as soon as they got home.
They did find Carmen’s cart abandoned, as Ezra predicted, and helped themselves to a pack of nut bars she'd left in it. Her loss. Their gain.
Paying for groceries didn’t go without a hiccup either, since it turned out one of Ezra’s coupons had just run out. Having learned his lesson in the past, Frank wanted to discourage him from arguing, but… Ezra did not argue. Did not get annoyed. Instead, he was like a dog submissively showing its underbelly to the alpha behind the register. His face was sweet as when he’d asked Frank for a foot massage last night, his voice—soft and borderline apologetic as he told the cashier about a non-existent grandma who’d given him the coupon for her Thanksgiving groceries.
By the end of the performance, the couple waiting in line, the cashier, and her manager were melting for his model grandson persona, and while the coupon was out of date, they got an equivalent discount.
Frank shook his head as they exited the store. “Remind me to never get in a fight with you. That was both terrifying and impressive.”
Ezra grinned, pulling on Frank’s belt as they reached the truck. “I know I have great power, but I promise to handle it responsibly. You’ll be under my special protection,” he said, starting to load the back of the vehicle alongside Frank.
“Maybe you can use it when we go on vacation and a sunchair breaks under me.” He winked at Ezra.
He was so… happy. Sure, his life wasn’t devoid of struggle and stress, but they seemed more bearable with Ezra around. As if his presence softened every blow.
Ezra pouted. “Aww, I’d take such good care of you if you hurt yourself in the process! Your vacation would turn into an all-inclusive train of cocktails, massages, and blowjobs. That being said, don’t break yourself on purpose,” Ezra said and winked before leaning toward the truck far more deeply than was needed, which made Frank’s mind cook up images of how that perfect ass looked under the plaid coat.
There were people around, going about their business, driving off or coming in, but it was getting dark and Frank didn’t want to wait any longer. He pulled on Ezra’s wrist and spun him around, then kissed his soft lips, eagerly parting them with his tongue. He’d have fucked him in the back of the truck if they weren’t in a busy parking lot.
Ezra must have been waiting for this, because he molded himself to Frank as if he were clay, and while their kiss was brief, instead of satisfying the growing desire, it fueled all its fires.
But it didn’t matter. Home was thirty minutes away, and they’d reach it eventually. Once they got there, Frank would be free to remind Ezra what teasing him might result in.