Just Chance

by Dillon Hunter

  “Your body…” Hawk growled. “So fucking hot, Frankie.”

  Frankie nodded. Or maybe moaned. The way Hawk was looking at him… the low, commanding sound of his voice… it was almost enough to send Frankie over the edge.

  And definitely enough to light a fire inside him.

  Enough to make him shed the rest of his clothes with the kind of urgency he hadn’t felt before… ever. Frankie wasn’t a blushing virgin, but he also maybe wasn’t the most experienced guy on the planet. Bridgewater wasn’t exactly a hotbed of gay hookups, even if that had been Frankie’s style. Still, the few guys he’d been with before had never made him feel quite so frantic.

  A little bit desperate.

  Like his entire body needed to have sex with Hawk, the same way it needed to breathe.

  There was too much space between the two of them. Getting undressed had required it, but now, Frankie wanted that space gone. Actually, he wanted a lot more than that.

  Bold.

  Bold.

  He was bold.

  Well… sort of bold.

  “Hawk, I need—” Frankie swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as his face flamed and his cock jerked, all at once.

  “Anything, baby,” Hawk said, still looking at him like Frankie did it for him just as much as he did it for Frankie. “Tell me.”

  Frankie nodded, but when he spoke again, his voice barely made it above a whisper. “I need you inside me, Hawk. Please…”

  The request might have been quiet, but it got the job done. Hawk responded with his entire body. His eyes flared hot and he made another one of those oh-God-so-sexy growly sounds, moving forward so fast that it almost made Frankie’s head spin. He scooped Frankie against him and literally swept him off his feet, pressing his hard body against Frankie’s as he turned toward the hall.

  “Fuck, babe,” He rumbled into Frankie’s ear, carrying Frankie toward the bedroom as if he weighed exactly nothing. “Are you sure? I’m ready… so ready… but you really want this? I want to make sure you—”

  “Yes, please,” Frankie interrupted, breathless as he melted against Hawk’s body. He was entirely and completely totally sure. “I want to feel you. All of you. I need it.”

  Frankie surprised himself with his own blunt honesty, but the way Hawk made him feel special and wanted and wonderful did make him bold. Besides, what he’d said to Hawk had been one hundred percent the truth: he did need it, and he didn’t care if he had to beg to get it. His desire had fully taken over, and there was no room left for being shy or taking his time.

  “But do you—” Frankie started to ask, running his hands over Hawk’s chest… shoulders… over the rough stubble on his cheeks.

  “Oh, fuck yes.” Hawk set Frankie on the edge of the bed and then leaned him back, pausing for just a moment to let his eyes roam over Frankie’s naked body. “You’re so hot, babe. I want you to lie there just like that. I want to look into your eyes when my cock is inside you.”

  The full-body shudder that went through Frankie made it feel like every square inch of him had turned into an erogenous zone, and when Hawk reached down and ran his hand along Frankie’s cheek, tracing his jawline until his fingers reached Frankie’s lips, it felt so much like the man had just stroked his cock that he gasped.

  “Yeah,” Hawk said, giving him a predatory smile and pushing two fingers into his open mouth. “That’s right, baby.”

  Frankie’s cock jumped against his stomach, and it took him a minute to realize that the whimpering, needy sounds he heard over the rasp of Hawk’s heavy breathing were actually coming from him. But God, could he be blamed? The look in Hawk’s eyes as Frankie sucked on his fingers was pure heat, and Frankie dropped any and all final inhibitions and let himself moan just as loudly as he needed to when Hawk started slowly sliding his fingers in and out.

  In and out.

  In... and… out.

  Oh, God. Frankie wanted to be fucked so bad.

  “Suck,” Hawk growled. “Get ‘em nice and wet, babe.”

  Frankie whimpered again, doing as he was told, and when Hawk’s free hand slid over his chest—tweaking a nipple as he continued to fill Frankie’s mouth with his thick fingers—Frankie almost came on the spot.

  Then, abruptly, Hawk took both hands away.

  Frankie gasped, feeling the loss like a limb, but before he could do anything about it, Hawk was touching him again. Grabbing Frankie’s legs, lifting and pushing them back until Frankie’s knees were up near his shoulders. His ass was fully exposed, open and ready, and instead of feeling even an ounce of bashfulness, the way Hawk looked at him made him feel sexier than he ever had in his life.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Hawk whispered. “Stay flat on your back, and hold your legs right here, babe. I wanna see this pretty little hole.”

  Frankie groaned in anticipation as he felt Hawk’s fingers—already slick with Frankie’s saliva—circle around his tight entrance, lightly pressing against it each time they passed over and making him a little crazy.

  Frankie whimpered, pushing against Hawk’s fingers, and Hawk gave him a hot smile and pushed one inside, plunging it deep. Frankie’s cock pulsed again, leaking onto his stomach as Hawk slowly started to finger fuck him.

  So good.

  But so… slowly.

  “Yes,” Frankie panted, not quite able to manage a complete sentence. “More, please, Hawk, yes.”

  “Anything,” Hawk said, eyes riveted to the action.

  Another thick finger pressed at Frankie’s entrance and pushed past his tight ring of muscle, making him suck in a sharp breath at the delicious intrustion. The slight discomfort quickly gave way to pure pleasure as Hawk’s fingers slid deeper, stimulating Frankie’s prostate. Teading, brushing up against it, and then starting to hit it more firmly. Rhythmically. Until Frankie’s thighs started to shake with a warm, tingling heat that was crawling up his spine and into his balls and felt—

  “Feels… so good,” Frankie gasped, pulling his legs tight against his chest to give Hawk better access—anything to keep the amazing sensation going.

  “You’re so tight, babe,” Hawk said thickly, slowly pulling his fingers nearly all the way out before sliding them back in again. Just... right. “I don’t know if you can take my cock…”

  “Oh, God,” Frankie moaned, pushing his ass against Hawk’s fingers. Yes, it had been a while, but he definitely could. Might die if he didn’t get it, actually. “Please, Hawk, don’t tease me,” Frankie panted, way past shyness. “I need… need you inside me…”

  It was difficult to speak—to even think—with Hawk making him feel so good, but Frankie knew that if Hawk’s fingers felt this good, his cock was going to be amazing.

  “Fuck, Frankie,” Hawk said, withdrawing his fingers and slapping them against Frankie’s quivering hole just hard enough to make his whole body shudder. “Yes.” He fisted his own cock, looking around. “Do you have—”

  “Drawer.” Frankie jerked his head in the direction of his nightstand, not even giving Hawk time to finish. “It’s all in there.”

  Frankie’s skin felt too hot, not hot enough, greedy and needy and tingling with anticipation as he held his position. Waited.

  He bit his lip, mentally updating that thought: waited impatiently.

  Hawk moved fast, making it around the bed and somehow managing to grab a condom and lube and get suited up all before Frankie had drawn more than a breath or two.

  It was still too long.

  Any other time, Frankie would’ve been more than content just to look at Hawk’s naked body, just to watch the way his muscles flexed and bunched as he moved.

  But now?

  With both of them naked and Frankie so horny he couldn’t even think straight?

  Yeah, he was going to need more than just some amazing eye candy.

  He was going to need Hawk to fuck him.

  Hard.

  Now.

  And he needed it badly enough that he didn’t even blush at the thoug
ht.

  “I’m here, babe,” Hawk said, reading his mind. He moved back around to Frankie’s side of the bed, his hard cock—now covered with a condom and lube—leading the way.

  “Please,” Frankie said, even though Hawk clearly didn’t need any encouragement.

  He gave Frankie a wolfish grin—laced with enough sweetness and heat to make it a whole different degree of sexy—and leaned in to line himself up with Frankie’s quivering hole, gently teasing it with the head of his cock.

  “Fuck, Frankie, are you ready?” Hawk asked, his own voice sounding just as desperate as Frankie felt. “I want you so bad, baby.”

  Frankie opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a needy whimper.

  Luckily, Hawk seemed to understand that “whimper” translated to oh-my-God-I’m-so-so-so-ready-please-fuck-me-now. He groaned, pushing forward slowly but steadily as he let first the head, and then the first couple of inches enter him. Fill him. Slide in like his cock was made to be there.

  Frankie moaned, his legs shaking as he held them back and felt his man inside him for the very first time. It was exactly what he’d needed so desperately… except it was even better than he’d imagined. And even though Hawk had tried to prepare him with his fingers, the sensation of Hawk’s girth stretching him still made him cry out, the intense pleasure eclipsing the slight pain.

  “Good?” Hawk grunted, going still.

  “Yes,” Frankie gasped, doing his best to rock his body back and forth as Hawk grinned down at him and slid his cock deeper… and deeper. “Just like that,” Frankie managed, already feeling his balls start to tighten up. “Please don’t stop… please…”

  “I won’t, babe. I’ve got you,” Hawk said, gripping Frankie by the waist and pulling him closer, impaling him on that thick, hard cock exactly like Frankie needed. “So… fucking… tight.”

  Frankie had fantasized about Hawk fucking him more times than he could count, but even his wildest dreams hadn’t compared to the feeling of actually having Hawk inside him. Of hearing Hawk shower him with sweet words… dirty words… hot, wicked, erotic things that made it impossible to think. Impossible to do anything but feel.

  And it felt… amazing. Inside and out. Hawk’s hands on him… Hawk’s cock, deep inside him… Hawk’s eyes pinning him to the bed as his hard body glistened above Frankie. As his fingers dug into Frankie’s thighs in response to Frankie’s gasping, panting pleas… as he began pounding Frankie… harder… faster… until the room was filled with the sounds of their wet, rasping breaths and sweat-slicked bodies colliding.

  Until Frankie couldn't take it anymore without exploding and didn’t want it to end.

  Ever.

  “Oh my God,” Frankie gasped, feeling the orgasm building inside of him like an unstoppable wave. A tsunami. Getting closer and closer each time Hawk brushed against his prostate.

  “So… good… babe,” Hawk panted, every muscle in his big, gorgeous, hard body bunching and flexing in the most delicious ways as his hips punched forward, again and again.

  Frankie’s own cock was slick with the evidence of his arousal, leaving a trail of pre-cum as it bobbed and slapped against Frankie’s stomach with every thrust Hawk made.

  “Oh my God, Hawk,” Frankie moaned, his breaths coming in short, jagged bursts as Hawk’s body slammed against him. As his world narrowed to the rising tide within him. As the heat coiling within him wound tighter and tighter and tighter. “So… close… God.”

  “Yes, babe,” Hawk growled, leaning in as he drove every inch of his cock into Frankie’s ass, balls slapping into him. “Yes… come… with… me.”

  It pushed Frankie over the edge, his release erupting from him and streaking across his stomach in a hot rush that almost wrecked him. “Hawk,” he cried, his vision whiting out with the force of it.

  “Fuck, yeah, Frankie,” Hawk groaned. “Fucking… beautiful.” His whole body shuddered against Frankie’s, and Frankie felt the heat of his long, hot spurts as he emptied himself inside the condom, arms tightening around Frankie.

  Too tight.

  Perfect.

  Frankie didn’t want him ever to let go.

  “That was… so good, babe,” Hawk whispered after a moment—still hard and still filling Frankie as he leaned in for a kiss. He smiled as their lips met, his mouth moving against Frankie’s as he repeated: “So good.”

  Frankie nodded slightly, moaning his agreement as Hawk slipped out of him. And when Hawk collapsed on the bed next to him—wrapping him in those big, strong arms and whispering even sweeter things in his ear—it was easy to imagine that this was how they were.

  That this would last.

  That the sweet, sexy man lying next to him—literally the man of Frankie’s dreams—was really his to keep.

  During these quiet moments together, with nobody else around—no fans, no paparazzi, no obligations—it was so clear to Frankie that they made such a convincing couple because they were so good together. Not just in bed—although holy mind-blowing sex, Batman—but everywhere. They just worked. Meshed so well and had so much fun and just basically enjoyed every single thing about each other.

  They’d been able to sell it all these weeks because it looked real… and it looked real because it felt real. At least, to Frankie.

  Now, all he had to do was remember to enjoy it.

  To stay in the moment.

  Not to get his hopes up, not to let himself get carried away, not to let his heart go to the place that it really, really wanted to. Because yes, Hawk had come back for him… but that wasn’t the same as staying.

  Although maybe—as Hawk’s murmured endearments tapered off and the rise and fall of his chest under Frankie’s cheek started to slow into the easy, gentle rhythm of sleep—just maybe it meant there was a chance that he would.

  Chapter 21

  Hawk

  Hawk opened his eyes and immediately closed them again to keep out the morning sun. He started to turn over, careful not to wake Frankie, and slowly extracted his arms and legs from the tangled sheets. Sitting up, he scrubbed a hand over his face and swung his legs over the side of the bed. After several seconds of mentally preparing himself for the sunlight—barely filtered by the gauzy curtains in Frankie’s bedroom—Hawk opened his eyes again.

  Looking behind him on the bed, Hawk smiled at Frankie’s still-sleeping form, curled up next to the spot Hawk had just vacated. It had felt really nice to spend the night with Frankie, to not have to worry about being anywhere or doing anything for the cameras—just to be together.

  He wasn’t sure what time they’d actually fallen asleep—the night had been a blur of frenzied love-making—but it had either been really late, or Hawk really was starting to get old. Because the brightness of the sun? It usually didn’t feel like this much of an insult unless he’d spent the night drinking.

  Regardless of the aftermath, though, he couldn’t think of any better way to spend the night than in Frankie’s arms.

  Hawk pushed himself up off the bed and winced as he stretched, the injury in his ribs letting him know that he may have gone a little overboard with the way he’d manhandled Frankie the night before. But just like the exhaustion that he was definitely feeling from their all-nighter, a little pain was definitely worth it. He’d happily crack all the rest of his ribs if it meant being able to spend more nights like that with Frankie.

  “Good morning.” Frankie’s voice was muffled by the pillow and still thick with sleep. He raised his head up and rubbed his eyes, giving Hawk a few seconds to view the most adorable case of bed-head he’d ever seen. “What time is it?”

  “I don’t know. Early. Like… probably nine-ish? Ten-ish?” Hawk looked around for his phone but remembered it was probably still in his pants… and there was no telling where those were. “I was gonna maybe make us some breakfast?”

  Frankie nodded and Hawk was really tempted to forget all about breakfast in favor of jumping right back into bed with him. But… food also sounded pre
tty good at the moment.

  “Yeah, breakfast would be—oh my God.” Frankie bolted upright in bed. “What time is it? What day is it?” He kicked away the covers and scrambled over to the edge of the bed, making it really hard for Hawk to concentrate on anything but Frankie’s sexy, naked ass. “Oh my God, ohmyGod.”

  “Babe, what’s wrong?” Hawk was watching with a mixture of confusion and amusement—and more than a little bit of lust—as Frankie fumbled around looking for his phone, finally holding it up and squinting at the screen before sinking back down onto the bed.

  “I can’t believe I forgot…” Frankie’s shoulders slumped as he looked over at Hawk. “I’m supposed to be at the nursing home in…” He looked at his phone again quickly. “About forty-five minutes. I’m sorry. I can’t do breakfast right now, or anything else.”

  Hawk smiled. “That’s okay. Don’t worry about it, baby. Seriously.”

  “You’re not mad? Or… disappointed?” Frankie’s brow furrowed. “I know we talked about spending the morning together before I had to be back at work.”

  “And I still want to,” Hawk said firmly, not sure what Frankie’s appointment at the nursing home was about, but remembering that Frankie had mentioned visiting his grandmother there often. Didn’t matter. Hawk was more than happy to roll with whatever in order to spend more time with him.

  “I didn’t even think about it last night when—well, you know…” Frankie said, his voice trailing off as he looked at Hawk’s still-naked body and smiled. “You kept me pretty distracted.”

  Hawk bit back a laugh. He’d kept Frankie distracted? Pot… kettle.

  "But I would’ve made plans to get up earlier or set my alarm or something,” Frankie went on, his look of genuine distress wiping the smile off Hawk’s face. “I’m sure you don’t wanna spend the morning at the—”

  “Yeah, I do,” Hawk cut him off immediately, easing himself back down on the bed. He put an arm around Frankie’s shoulders, mindful of the pain in his ribs, and pulled him close. “I wanna hang out with you today, Frankie. I don’t care where we go. Besides, it’s probably about time I met your grandma…”