Just Chance

by Dillon Hunter

  But instead, he smiled. None of those things mattered. Not really, anyway. Because Hawk Hawkins loved him.

  He. Loves. Me.

  Frankie’s smile stretched even wider, until it felt like he was smiling with his whole body. It was real. It had always been real.

  “You didn’t think what, babe?” Hawk’s question made Frankie realize he’d left the statement hanging as he stood there and smiled up at his boyfriend like a…. well, like a man in love.

  In love with his actual, for-real boyfriend.

  A couple of the residents rushed past them, talking excitedly about the odds of successfully bribing the Flower Face-Off judges, and Frankie laughed, so filled with happiness he thought he might burst.

  “Nothing,” he told Hawk, shaking his head and then standing on his toes to give his man a quick kiss. “Nothing that can’t wait until some other time, anyway. I love you.”

  He’d already said it once, but he didn’t mind repeating it. Couldn’t help it, actually.

  I love him.

  He loves me.

  We love each other.

  “I love you, too,” Hawk said, making Frankie laugh again as he added to the mantra playing over and over in Frankie’s head. Hawk smiled, his lips moving against Frankie’s as he leaned in for another kiss. And then another one. “You make me so happy.”

  He pulled Frankie even closer.

  The sound of someone clearing their throat behind them made both men turn around.

  “It’s about time our guest of honor arrived,” Joan said, grinning from the doorway behind them. She gave Frankie a pointed look. “You’ve got a lot of people on strict medication schedules in here, dear. We’d best get moving.”

  Hawk laughed, the low rumble vibrating Frankie’s whole body and making him wish they had just a few more minutes of privacy.

  “I guess we’d better not keep them waiting, babe,” Hawk said, taking Frankie’s hand and nodding toward the door. “Are you ready?”

  Frankie nodded. “Now that you’re here with me, I’m ready for anything.”

  And as they walked into the room together, hand-in-hand, the assembled group of seniors broke into applause. Hawk squeezed Frankie’s hand and looked down at him with a smile that mirrored Frankie’s.

  It was perfect.

  It was exactly what Frankie had always wanted.

  It was real.

  Chapter 27

  Hawk

  From the moment Hawk had walked through those doors at the nursing home and had gotten Frankie back in his arms, all he’d been able to think about was how lucky he was. Lucky to have a boyfriend who understood him, who loved him, who cared for him and who he could care for in return. Frankie was all of those things, and it had felt great to finally tell him that he loved him.

  Fantastic to hear it in return.

  And now that that had happened? Hawk grinned. He couldn’t wait to show Frankie how much he loved him in a much more private way. A more physical way. In fact, watching Frankie’s tight little ass ahead of him as he followed Frankie to his door, he decided he wasn’t going to wait—not one second longer than it took to get inside Frankie’s apartment.

  “This year was the best Flower Face-off we’ve had in… ever,” Frankie said, grinning back at him for a second. “I’m so happy you came.”

  “It was a lot of fun, babe,” Hawk said, resisting the urge to scoop Frankie into his arms and carry him up the last few steps to Frankie’s apartment. “Thank you for letting me be a part of it.”

  “Are you kidding?” Frankie looked up at him and smiled as he fished the keys out of his pocket and opened the door. “If you hadn’t shown up, my grandma probably would’ve called the whole thing off. You were definitely the star of the afternoon.”

  Hawk wasn’t sure how accurate that statement was, but he also didn’t want to think of what would’ve actually happened if he hadn’t shown up. If he’d stayed in New York and hadn’t told Corbin where to shove it. He’d seen the look on Frankie’s face when he’d finally arrived—seen the tears, which had just about killed him—and even though they hadn’t had a chance to really talk it out yet, he could only imagine what Corbin had said to Frankie.

  What Frankie had thought.

  That was never going to happen again. Hawk needed Frankie to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, where he stood on things… and where Hawk stood was always going to be with Frankie, if Frankie let him. It was just impossible for him to imagine a reality that didn’t include Frankie now. And it was especially impossible right at this moment, with his arms finally back around Frankie’s waist and his fingers playing along the hem of Frankie’s shirt.

  Frankie’s back was still facing Hawk, and he leaned down to nuzzle Frankie’s neck, loving the little gasp that escaped Frankie’s lips when he playfully nipped along his jawline. From the day they’d met, Frankie had turned him on, and now, with the L-word between them and in the aftermath of all the high emotions that had been coursing through his body since the night before, his libido felt like it was on a hair-trigger.

  Frankie made another sexy little sound, and Hawk’s body instantly reacted. “I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone, babe,” he said, groaning as Frankie backed up and ground his sweet little ass against Hawk’s already-hard cock.

  Fuck, he needed that. Like… now.

  “You and me both,” Frankie said, turning in Hawk’s arms to face him and reaching down to palm Hawk’s length through his pants. “I’ve missed you—” His breath hitched as Hawk’s mouth found the spot at the base of his neck that fluttered with each beat of his pulse, and the sound made Hawk a little crazy. Although not as much as when Frankie melted into him and added, “Missed having you… inside me.”

  Hawk’s cock throbbed with heat, and it took all of his willpower not to just bend Frankie over right there in the middle of the living room and do something about it.

  Especially since he was one hundred percent sure that Frankie would have liked it.

  That was what mattered to him right now. No matter how urgently his own cock was pushing him to hurry up and just fuck, what Hawk really cared about was giving Frankie what he needed.

  He cupped Frankie’s sweet little ass, grinding against him as he breathed in the scent of his boyfriend’s arousal. As he took a breath, and then another, and made himself slow down. He wanted to savor the privacy of the moment, the intimacy of what they were doing. More importantly, he wanted to do anything and everything to make sure that Frankie didn’t just enjoy it, but that he felt every bit of what was in Hawk’s heart this time.

  Even though he’d slept with Frankie plenty of times, it felt different now. Was different. Love had changed everything. It wasn’t going to just be sex—although Hawk had never felt like it had been just anything except amazing before.

  This time, though, they would be making love.

  That knowledge—that feeling—rushed through him, hot and fast and even more consuming than the lust that also filled him.

  “I love you, Frankie,” Hawk said, pulling back to look into Frankie’s eyes and repeating the phrase just because he could. Just because he loved the way it sounded. “I love you so much.”

  Frankie looked up at him, smiling with a kind of brightness that made Hawk want to say those words every minute of every day. Then, with a cheeky grin, he stroked Hawk through the fabric of his pants again.

  “I love you, too,” Frankie said as Hawk’s hips jerked forward.

  He groaned, pressing himself against Frankie’s palm and aching for release. Even so, though, he could wait. Savor it. He would never get tired of looking at the beautiful expression he only ever saw on Frankie’s face when they were intimate, would never get tired of the smile that had lit up his entire world, or—God, yes—that body, those hands.

  That tight little ass that he was going to savor every fucking second of being inside when they finally did make love.

  “I love you, too,” Frankie repeated, unbuttoning Hawk’s pan
ts. His breath had started to quicken, and Hawk loved seeing how much touching him turned Frankie on.

  His hands were still on Frankie’s ass, and it was all he could do not to pull them together again. Frankie was on a mission, though, and Hawk fully intended to let him have his way.

  “I love everything about you,” Frankie said, panting in earnest now as he reached down the front of Hawk’s boxers and wrapped his hand around Hawk’s throbbing cock, already slick with the evidence of his arousal. It leapt in Frankie’s hand, and they groaned together, Frankie adding, “I love this. Please, Hawk. I need it… need to feel you in me… can we—”

  “Fuck, babe,” Hawk growled, cutting him off and crushing his mouth down on Frankie’s. He rolled his hips forward, savoring, sure, but also wishing like hell that they were both already naked. He needed to feel Frankie’s whole body against his. Now. He thrust into Frankie’s hand, pulling back only because he knew it was the only way to make naked happen. “I’ve been dreaming about making love to you for days.”

  Frankie leaned back into him. “I’ve been wanting it, too—”

  Hawk cut off whatever else Frankie had been about to say with another kiss, then tightened his grip on Frankie’s ass and lifted him off the floor.

  Frankie laughed, a sexy little sound that caught in his throat as he wrapped his legs around Hawk’s waist and let Hawk carry him to the bedroom. Let Hawk lay him out on the bed, ready and eager and so fucking sexy that it made Hawk stop and realize just how lucky he was.

  Well, maybe not stop, but it did make him slow down again and get in some of that savoring as he pulled Frankie’s shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. It made him appreciate the soft, pale skin of Frankie’s chest and those pale pink dime-sized nipples that Hawk loved to take playfully between his teeth and flick with his tongue.

  Made him thank God every day that the man he loved actually loved him back.

  Hawk’s fingers fumbled with Frankie’s belt, making quick work of getting them both naked.

  “Oh my God,” Frankie whispered, reclining back on the bed and looking up at him as Hawk finished shucking his own pants off. “You're so sexy.”

  Hawk laughed. Did being in love make Frankie a mind reader? Because that’s exactly what Hawk had been thinking. Hawk let his hands roam over Frankie’s beautiful body, doing his best to commit every inch to memory as his fingers traced the lines of softly-defined muscle that ran from Frankie’s neck down to his delicious cock, already standing up straight and ready and glistening with pre-cum. Hawk grinned as his touch made Frankie shiver and scoot closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to Hawk.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispered, dropping to his own knees and taking Frankie’s length in his mouth, swallowing him down to the base in one swift motion as his patience for taking it slow ran out.

  He still planned on savoring… but now he needed to savor with a whole lot more skin-on-skin involved. And definitely more cock in play.

  Frankie moaned, the sound almost as delicious as the pulsing length in Hawk’s mouth. And when Frankie started whispering broken sentences of gratitude and lust, urging him on… when he threaded his fingers through Hawk’s short hair—pulling him down even tighter, pressing his cock against the back of Hawk’s throat—Hawk didn’t want to hurry at all. In fact, he would’ve given anything to stay just like that forever, letting the taste and smell and feel of Frankie fill his senses. Listening to the not-quite-dirty things spilling from Frankie’s sweet mouth as Hawk did his best to drive him crazy.

  “Oh my God, Hawk, that… that feels… so good,” Frankie panted, raising up on his elbows to look down between his legs at Hawk. “But can we… can I… oh, God. I don’t want you to ever stop, but I need you inside me now. I can’t… I need… I just… just…”

  Hawk’s cock jerked against his stomach at the rising desperation in Frankie’s voice, and he grinned, letting Frankie’s cock slowly slide out of his mouth. He didn’t need to torture Frankie by waiting for him to finish that sentence. Didn’t need to find out just what Frankie might do if he had to wait. Making Frankie happy was his only objective, and if Hawk had his way, he’d be getting to do that for a long, long time to come.

  “I’ve got you, baby.” Hawk raised up, planting a trail of kisses up Frankie’s stomach… chest… the long column of his throat. “Give me just one second and I’ve got you,” he promised, pressing the words against Frankie’s soft mouth once he got that far.

  So… fucking… hard to tear himself away. But then Frankie arched against him, and Hawk managed it. He was on his feet and around the bed to the nightstand where Frankie kept his condoms and lube, moving faster than he ever had before—even faster than he did on the field—and then he was kneeling in front of Frankie again, suited up and lifting Frankie’s legs to expose his sweet, pink hole. Working his slick fingers around Frankie’s tight entrance as Frankie clutched at him and kept the sexy, needy little sounds coming. Pressing inside and groaning himself as Frankie’s body clutched around him… as his own cock started throbbing at the feel of the tight heat that surrounded his finger… as he wanted. Desperately. Endlessly. With this one, perfect man.

  Forever.

  “Hawk,” Frankie whispered, his hips rocking against Hawk’s hand. “Oh my God, do you… do you know how much I love you?”

  “Thank God, baby,” Hawk answered, his heart swelling even more than his dick at the words. “I love you, too. Always,” he said, slowing down again to take in the moment, to appreciate the little moans and gasps that kept spilling from the back of Frankie’s throat… the sweet, naughty words that tumbled out every time Hawk’s fingers circled around and dipped back inside to feel Frankie’s heat.

  “Yes, that,” Frankie moaned, turning his head from side to side and pulling at the sheets around him as his voice became more and more frantic. “Please, Hawk.”

  “Anything,” Hawk promised, needing it just as badly as Frankie did. He pulled his fingers free and pinned Frankie’s legs back, lining up the head of his cock and rolling his hips forward in one smooth move. He pushed past the tight ring of muscle, rewarded with one of the long, low moans that he knew meant he was giving Frankie exactly what he needed.

  It felt like heaven.

  Hawk looked down at the blissful expression on Frankie’s face, resting right where he was for a moment. Loving the way Frankie’s muscles gripped his cock like they’d been waiting for it. Loving the way every part of Frankie’s body fit so damn perfectly with his own. Loving Frankie.

  “You feel so good, baby,” he ground out, slowly sliding deeper inside his boyfriend.

  “Tell me,” Frankie asked, cheeks going red even as he pushed himself against Hawk, urging him on. “What does it feel like?”

  “So fucking tight,” Hawk said, gripping Frankie’s hips. “So perfect. Hot and… fuck—” Frankie pulled his legs back even more, his body pulling Hawk all the way in, and Hawk ran out of any words but the ones he’d already used. “So… good…. baby. So, so good. I want to stay here forever. I love you.”

  He couldn't look away from Frankie’s face, awash with all the same feelings Hawk had, and when he pulled back and thrust deep again, he saw the instant that he brushed up against Frankie’s prostate.

  “Oh my God,” Frankie moaned, his eyes rolling back as he followed his signature phrase with sounds that were absolutely porn-worthy.

  Sounds that made Hawk determined to do it again.

  “Oh God,” Frankie gasped, his whole body starting to shake as Hawk starting driving into him, nailing his prostate with every thrust. “That… that… that…”

  “You like that, baby?” Hawk gritted out, part of him amazed that he could even form words when his cock was practically singing at the sweet, hot friction that spiraled through him.

  Frankie nodded, his mouth opening and closing on hard, panting breaths as his eyes pleaded with Hawk for more. Hawk groaned, needing to see Frankie come before he let himself go, but getting so cl
ose to the edge that he wasn’t sure he could make that happen.

  He leaned in, capturing Frankie’s mouth, and thrust as deep as he could go.

  Again.

  And again.

  And again.

  “Oh God, oh please… just like that, Hawk,” Frankie panted as Hawk’s body moved against him. “I’m so close, just… keep… going… please… I need… I want… oh my God.”

  Frankie’s body started to tense underneath him, and Hawk pistoned his hips, moving in and out harder… faster… until Frankie’s back was arched and his hips started bucking under each thrust. Hawk’s balls were already pulled tight, his own orgasm held back by sheer will, but watching Frankie come undone was about to change that.

  Feeling the way Frankie’s body gripped his cock like it didn’t want to let it go, knowing how much pleasure he was giving to the man he loved, hearing the way Frankie’s pleasure overtook him until he couldn’t even speak?

  Yeah, that was going to make Hawk come, no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.

  So he didn’t.

  “I’m right there with you, baby,” he said, leaning in and wrapping one hand around Frankie’s slick cock. Stroking it in time with every thrust. Wanting to feel… hear… savor every single moment of Frankie’s release. “I want you to come with me,” he whispered, his whole world narrowing to the man he loved. “Are you ready, beautiful?”

  “Yes, Hawk,” Frankie gasped, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. He moaned again, low and long, then—hips raising up to meet Hawk and eyes squeezed tightly shut—he cried out, “Now, Hawk.”

  White, hot jets erupted over Hawk’s fist, spilling onto Frankie’s stomach as Frankie’s muscles tightened spasmodically around Hawk’s cock. For a split-second, Frankie’s bliss was all that existed. All Hawk needed. Then Frankie’s eyes popped open and he gasped, still caught in the throes of his release, and whispered Hawk’s name again.