Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“When we were first doing this, first started trying it, I never thought it would lead here,” he says softly.
“Yeah, me either.”
“Tonight…it was perfect, Frankie. I can’t tell you what it meant to me.”
“I feel the same, Pup. Christ, I was so damn proud watching you, but in a strange way, I was proud of myself too. Because you’re mine. Because I get to take care of you. I get not only Pup Runt, but I get Evan, my best friend.”
“Frankie,” he whispers and then climbs on top of me, straddles me, his face close to mine.
“We’re so fucking sweet.”
“We’re the best. I’ve never been happier.”
“Me either.”
It’s strange, the places life can lead you sometimes. A random night out was the key to the best friendship I’ve ever had, and then the man I love. One trip to the leather store and a hood started a journey that would fulfill us both in ways we didn’t know we needed.
I guess that’s the point in living. You never know what will happen, where you’ll go, you just take the journey—the good and the bad, in faith and hope. That’s what he represents to me—hope.
Like we said earlier, it doesn’t matter if anyone else gets us, we get us.
“I love you, Frankie.” He leans in and rubs his smooth cheek against mine.
“I love you too, Ev.”
EPILOGUE
Evan
“The ring,” Travis—all tuxedoed-up—says to Cody, who stands beside him in front of a floor-length mirror. “You’ve got the ring?”
“Yes,” Cody replies. “Remember, I’m only holding on to it because you’re butterfingers with the damned thing.”
Travis adjusts his bow tie in the mirror. “I don’t need to hear any lip from my best man.”
I walk through the doorway of the room where Travis and his groomsmen are gathered, dressing for the wedding.
Travis and Gary rented the lake house where they proposed to one another at a fundraiser this past summer, a pretty amazing space that reminds me of the kind of mansions where I worked some modeling gigs in the past.
As soon as I enter the room, I spy my Frankie lounging on a love seat in the corner. All of us groomsmen are dressed in matching outfits—cream-colored slacks, powder-blue button-up shirts, and navy suspenders and bow ties. Frankie’s tie hangs loose in the collar of his shirt, exposing just enough of his chest to make my dick shift in my briefs.
When he sees me, his eyes light up and his lips curl into a smile that quickly overtakes his face.
“Well, look how adorable my pup is,” he says before pushing to his feet and assessing me in my getup.
“You like?” I ask, turning to show him how my ass looks in these pants.
“I love,” he says before hooking his arms around me and offering a kiss. When he pulls away he asks, “Now what’s my little runt need?”
It’s funny that we can be so open about this now. It’s been two months since we went to that first mosh. Frankie and I haven’t looked back since, and our friends have been as supportive as I could have imagined they would have been.
Of course, I should have figured as much. These guys have been so incredible since we first started hanging out. They aren’t the kind who would have judged something like puppy play, but it didn’t keep me from being nervous about being out around them.
“Hayden left the sewing kit up here when he was fixing Jackson’s pants earlier,” I tell Frankie. “And well, now Derek’s button popped loose on his pants, and—”
“That’s a fucking lie,” I hear and glance over my shoulder to see Derek heading through the doorway behind me. “You slanderous twink! Obviously, the buttons weren’t sewn on the pants very well, and it has nothing to do with my waist, which is as trim as it’s ever been.”
“I can vouch for that,” Daddy Jackson says as he rounds the corner out of an en suite bathroom. He winks at Derek, who sighs.
“Jesus, it’s a good thing I came in here.” Derek rushes to Jackson and straightens his tie before adjusting his suspenders. “This would have been totally unacceptable. You guys know we have pictures in ten minutes, right?”
“Speaking of which, how do we know that photographer?” Travis asks as he fixes his cufflinks, assessing his work in the floor-length mirror.
“Probably from porn,” Derek replies.
“Why would we recognize him from shooting porn?” Cody asks.
Derek turns to him, his brow cocked. “I didn’t say he shot porn. I said you probably recognize him from porn.”
“Oh…got it,” Cody says with a laugh.
As Frankie and I start searching around the room for the sewing kit, Derek makes another adjustment on Jackson’s tie before Jackson hooks his thumbs in either side of Derek’s pants, tugging at them. “This is awfully tempting.”
“Notice I wasn’t going to stop you,” Derek says.