Just Chance

by Dillon Hunter

  “Oh, God baby, yes,” Hawk groaned, the rush of his own orgasm ripping through him in a hot wave that just about wrecked him. His hips stuttered against Frankie’s sweet, warm body as he fucked himself through it, finally thrusting one last time—hard and deep and heaven—before collapsing. He rolled Frankie with him, grinning as he kept him close and held onto the moment.

  Frankie looked… blissful.

  “I love seeing you like this, baby,” Hawk said, planting a kiss on Frankie’s forehead as they both tried to regain their breath. “I love that little smile you get after we make love. I love the way your whole body is warm and soft and so fucking sexy after you come.”

  Frankie’s cheeks instantly went pink, and Hawk kissed him again, because he had to. Even after all the time they’d spent together, Frankie was still modest and sweet, and Hawk adored that, too.

  “This smile is my everything,” Hawk said, pulling back just enough that he could trace Frankie’s lips as he said it.

  Frankie turned even pinker, wrapping his arms around Hawk tightly. “Careful,” he said. “If you keep saying such nice things, I might start wanting you to put this smile on my face more often.”

  “I can do that,” Hawk said, feeling about as happy as he’d ever been in his life. This was his priority. Frankie. Always. And as Frankie's hands started roaming over Hawk’s body again and he started teasing Hawk about just how often might count as “often,” Hawk vowed to himself that he would fulfill that promise to Frankie, every day if Frankie would let him.

  Forever.

  Epilogue – 6 Months Later

  Frankie

  Frankie stared hard at the clock on the wall near the front counter. He’d spent the last few minutes with his eyes glued to it, and yet no matter how much of his willpower he applied, it refused to move any faster. It was ten minutes to six, and he’d already done everything necessary to get Chance to Bloom ready to close up for the evening. The only thing left was to turn off the lights and lock the door when the clock hit six.

  If, that is, six o’clock ever got there.

  Frankie tore his eyes off the clock with an effort, laughing at himself as he scanned the shop one more time on the off-chance he could find something else to occupy him before he could officially close. Anything to keep his impatience and excitement at bay. But nope. He’d been a little too efficient and the place was perfect. He’d just have to gut it out… after all, wasn’t there a thing about anticipation making the thing you were waiting for even better?

  Frankie grinned. Hawk had made dinner reservations for six forty-five, and the fact that his boyfriend wanted to take him out for no reason whatsoever already made it just about as great as it could get. Better was… well, it wasn’t something Frankie could imagine applying to himself. Hawk loved him, and the last few months—even with Hawk gone a lot now that the Falcons’ season was in full swing—had been so far beyond perfect that “better” wasn’t really something Frankie could imagine.

  He glanced at the clock again, frowning a little as he wondered if it really was running slow. How on earth could it have only been two minutes since he’d last looked? Even if he got himself out the door at six sharp, Frankie would have just enough time to get home, shower, and change clothes before Hawk got there to pick him up.

  And that was only if nobody came into the shop at the last minute.

  Please, please, please just let me get out of here on time today.

  Frankie drummed his fingers on the front counter, looking around yet again for something to occupy the last… seven minutes of his day.

  Nope.

  Everything was still done.

  He stood up and stretched, turning away from the door for a second and apparently jinxing himself, because all of a sudden the little bell above the door jingled, announcing a walk-in. Frankie spun back around in a surge of panic, almost forgetting to smile at the man who had picked the perfect moment to need flowers… if, that is, he wanted nothing more than to mess up Frankie’s plans for getting out of work on time.

  Er, no. The customer, Frankie meant. The customer who deserved to receive the amazing service that Chance to Bloom was known for. He dredged up a smile, pushing aside his moment of selfishness as he reminded himself that this was his job, and he loved it.

  “Good afternoon,” he said. “What can I help you with, sir?”

  Frankie’s smile slipped a little as he actually looked at the person approaching the counter. The man wasn’t paying any attention to the gorgeous bouquets on display, and he was carrying a zippered garment bag with him that looked totally out of place. It was sort of like the one Frankie had hanging in the back of his closet that was for traveling with nice clothes, the one he never used, and Frankie couldn’t for the life of him imagine why the man was bringing it in here.

  “Are you, uh, Frankie… Moretti?” the man asked, reading Frankie’s name off a crumpled piece of paper he’d pulled out of his back pocket.

  Frankie nodded, his eyes straying to the clock despite his best efforts to stay focused. “That’s me,” he said distractedly. And then, when the man held the garment bag out toward him, he asked, “Do you need some help with… um, that?”

  “Nope.” The man shook his head, pushing it into Frankie’s hands with a smile and then holding out some kind of official-looking clipboard and a pen. “It’s all yours now. Just need you to sign here, saying it was delivered on time.”

  “On time?” Frankie furrowed his brow. He didn’t know what the guy was talking about, or why he’d brought a bag of clothes to the flower shop… but whatever. He now had two minutes until freedom, and if his signature was all it took to get things moving along, he was more than happy to give it. “Do I need to do anything else?”

  The man shook his head and gave a little wave. “That’s it,” he said, turning to leave. “Have a good evening, Mr. Moretti.”

  “Um, thanks…” Frankie watched the man leave in confusion, only turning his attention to the garment bag after the door had finally closed behind him. Slowly, tentatively, he unzipped it. There was a black suit inside—a tux?—and it had a note pinned to the lapel.

  “What in the world?” Frankie mumbled, unpinning the note as something a lot like excitement started to unfurl inside him. He carefully draped the bag over the counter, already sort of guessing it had to be something from his boyfriend.

  He was right.

  Hey babe,

  There’s been a little change of plans. I need you to put this tuxedo on and meet me outside Chance to Bloom at 6:15. Hopefully you’re not too rushed!

  I love you,

  Hawk

  Frankie stared at the note for just a second as a smile split his face, re-reading it to make sure he hadn’t missed anything, then he looked up at the clock. It was five minutes after six. The clock had apparently decided to go from snail mode to super-speed… which meant that Hawk would be here, expecting Frankie to be wearing a tuxedo, in just ten minutes.

  “Oh my God,” Frankie gasped out loud, grabbing the bag and darting into the shop’s small office. He kicked off his shoes, shutting the door behind him as he started to scramble out of his work clothes. He wanted to call or text Hawk and find out what on earth was going on, but there was no time for that. Frankie didn’t even have time to think if he was going to be ready by the time Hawk had asked him to.

  Still, he would definitely be asking for an explanation in about… eight minutes.

  Oh, God. Who knew there were so many pieces to a tuxedo? Frankie had never worn one in his life, and he was pretty proud of himself for managing to put it on in record time anyway. He finished tying the shiny black dress shoes that had been in the bottom of the bag and glanced at the clock again. He still had a full minute to spare, and he bounced to his feet, a surge of excitement overtaking the adrenaline of the last few minutes.

  Hawk had really gone all-out for this, and it wasn’t even a special occasion… was it?

  Frankie’s brow furrowed. No, it wasn�
�t anyone’s birthday that he could think of, and it wasn’t their anniversary. He and Hawk had just celebrated six months together a week before… could it be for that?

  A tux, though?

  Frankie grinned. Hawk did have a tendency to do things a little larger than life at times, so… maybe? He headed out of the office and looked out at the still-empty parking lot, reaching up to touch the loose bow tie hanging around his neck. He had no idea how to tie one of those things, but hopefully Hawk would be able to help him with it when he got there.

  Which should be… now.

  Right on cue, a black limousine pulled into the parking lot, making Frankie’s eyes widen.

  A limo?

  Here in Bridgewater?

  For him?

  It had barely come to a stop when the back door swung open and Hawk stepped out, looking so drop-dead sexy in his own black tux that Frankie forgot to wonder what his man had planned or worry about his bow tie or… anything. Sometimes, he still had to pinch himself to believe that Hawk Hawkins was his boyfriend. And not because Hawk was Hawk—famous-Hawk—but because the way Hawk loved him was so much more than Frankie had ever let himself really hope for.

  He watched Hawk walk up to the shop’s door and peer inside, pretty sure he was wearing one of those can’t-help-it smiles that the man tended to inspire in him. Hawk caught sight of him in the darkened room and grinned back, pushing the door open and spurring Frankie into motion.

  “I’m here, I’m coming,” Frankie said, scrambling to grab his things. “I’ve just gotta turn out the lights and I’ll be ready.”

  By the time he’d done it, Hawk was right there next to him, taking the bundle of discarded work clothes from Frankie’s arms and setting them to the side, then holding Frankie at arm's length and looking him up and down like a piece of candy.

  “You look… amazing, baby,” Hawk said, his voice rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest and making Frankie shiver.

  That deep, sexy tone wiped all curiosity about Hawk’s plans out of his mind, making him want to get right back out of the fancy clothes he’d just put on and greet his man in an entirely different way. Especially when Hawk finally wrapped those strong arms around Frankie and pulled him close.

  “Hawk…” Frankie moaned, not even a little bit self-conscious about how completely the man affected him. He leaned his head back as Hawk kissed a path along his jawline… down to his neck… landed on that magical spot that was directly connected to Frankie’s cock and started sucking. “Oh my God,” Frankie gasped, momentarily forgetting whatever else he’d meant to say. “That feels good.”

  Hawk growled and pulled Frankie even closer, the hard length pressing against Frankie’s stomach proof that Frankie wasn’t the only one affected.

  “See what you do to me, baby?” Hawk whispered, a hint of laughter in his voice.

  Frankie reached down and palmed Hawk through the thin material of his pants, earning a low, deep moan from his man that gave Frankie all sorts of great ideas about other things they could do right now.

  “Hawk, can we…” Frankie licked his lips, taking a step back and letting his eyes travel down to Hawk’s crotch. Which… looked… mouthwatering.

  “Frankie,” Hawk said, laughing as he reached down to adjust himself. “You are pure temptation.”

  Frankie jerked his eyes up to meet Hawk’s, feeling himself blush as he suddenly remembered where they were and what they were supposed to be doing.

  Right.

  Tuxedos.

  Limo.

  Dinner.

  “Um, I forgot to say thank you,” Frankie said, curiosity and excitement surging inside him again. Well, a different kind of excitement. Hawk raised an eyebrow, and Frankie gestured toward their matching tuxedos. “For all of this? But… why? What are we doing? And… a limo?”

  Hawk grinned, reaching for Frankie’s bow tie as he answered. “You know, I should maybe leave this untied. You look damn sexy with it like that…” Hawk cocked his head to the side, but kept tying it anyway. “Of course, you look sexy all the time.”

  Frankie’s cheeks started to heat up from the compliments—not to mention from the way Hawk was staring at him—but as nice as that felt, he couldn’t help also realizing that Hawk still hadn’t answered any of the questions he'd asked.

  “Are you really not gonna tell me anything?” Frankie tried to go for a pout, but accidentally laughed when he caught the mischievous twinkle in Hawk’s eye. “Seriously, Hawk? Nothing?”

  “You don’t like surprises, babe?” Hawk laughed, too, taking a step back to eye Frankie’s more polished look. He grinned, clearly happy with his handiwork, and added, “How did I get lucky enough to have you for a boyfriend? You’re beautiful, Frankie. I could stay here just like this, looking at you all night.”

  “We could do that.” Frankie nibbled at his lip as he tried not to smile too much. “Because oh my God, you look really, really good, too… but maybe you could also give me just a little hint? About what we’re doing?”

  Hawk laughed again, but shook his head. He closed the distance between them and planted another distractingly hot kiss on Frankie’s lips, then gathered up Frankie’s discarded clothes in his arms. “Is this everything, babe? Are you ready to go?”

  Frankie nodded, giving in to the fact that Hawk wasn’t going to let slip with a single hint, and moved around the counter to shut off the rest of the lights. “I just have to lock up and we can go… wherever we’re going.”

  “Perfect. Let’s go,” Hawk said, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary as he followed Frankie around while Frankie finished locking up. The moment they were finally standing outside the shop, he added, “Are you ready for your surprise now, babe?”

  “So ready,” Frankie said, nodding as Hawk opened the door to the limo and tossed Frankie’s old clothes inside.

  He took Frankie’s hand and kissed it, a teasing glint in his eyes. “It’s almost time… but I think I’ll have to make you wait just a few more minutes.”

  Frankie’s face fell for just a second, but Hawk looked so gleeful that he couldn’t help but laugh. The man was driving him crazy and he knew it, but Frankie couldn’t even be a little bit annoyed. Between the limo and the tux and the look of pure heat every time Hawk looked at him, the whole night was just too good to question.

  Well, to question… much. Patience really wasn’t Frankie’s strong suit.

  “You know I’m really bad at waiting, right?” he asked, cuddling up to Hawk in the back of the limo—limo!—and hoping his eyes were doing a good job of pleading his case.

  Hawk laughed, kissing his forehead. “Would it help if I promised it’ll be worth it?”

  “Maybe…” Frankie said, pouting. He couldn’t hold onto it, though, and a broad, sexy smile crossed Hawk’s face when Frankie grinned up at him.

  “Then I promise,” Hawk said. “It’ll be so worth it, babe. Trust me.”

  “I do,” Frankie said, meaning it. Hawk had never, ever let him down, and despite Frankie’s impatience and curiosity and excitement, he already knew that no matter what Hawk had planned, he was going to love it.

  How could he not? He was dating the man of his dreams, and he loved every minute of it.

  Maddeningly, Hawk wouldn’t drop even a tiny hint during the limo ride. To be fair, though, his mouth was busy working its way from Frankie’s lips to his cheek and then down along his jawline, and that was a pretty good trade-off, in Frankie’s opinion. Good… and distracting. By the time Hawk made it down to Frankie’s neck—planting a kiss just above the stiff collar of his tuxedo shirt where his skin was so sensitive—he was squirming in his seat and moaning so loud that, if Hawk’s mouth hadn’t been distracting the heck out of him, would have made him instantly thankful for the dark partition that separated the two of them from the driver.

  Frankie spent exactly one-half of a split-second bothering to wonder if those things were soundproof before he decided he officially didn’t care. Hawk’s hand slid
under Frankie’s jacket, tweaking one of his sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt, and Frankie went from starting-to-get-turned-on to definitely needing some relief.

  “Oh my God, Hawk. I don’t know if I can make it to… wherever,” he gasped. “Can we just, um, go to my apartment first? Or…” Frankie gasped again as Hawk’s free hand stroked Frankie’s cock through his pants. “Or anywhere that has a bed? Or maybe we can just pull over here. Please… ohmyGod.”

  “I love the way you react to me, baby,” Hawk muttered against the skin of his throat, starting to stroke him in earnest.

  “We could… we could even just… something… here… I could…” Frankie was losing the ability to actually put a sentence together, but just when Hawk had pushed him as far as he could go without either getting naked or ruining his new pants, he pulled back, leaving Frankie shaking and panting in the seat next to him.

  “That’s really tempting, babe.” Hawk said, reaching down to adjust himself and looking just as wrecked as Frankie felt. “Really, really tempting. But I don’t think we’re gonna want to delay this surprise too much.”

  Frankie stared at the smile spreading across Hawk’s face for a long minute, trying to get his brain to kick into some gear that wasn’t oh-please-get-me-off.

  Oh, right.

  Hawk’s surprise.

  The other reason Frankie was excited.

  “Um, you know I’m gonna be a hot mess by the time we get to wherever we’re going if you keep kissing me like that and doing… those other things with your hands, right?” Frankie asked, willing himself to settle down as he arched an eyebrow at Hawk.

  Hawk grinned, and Frankie nibbled at his lip, half-hoping that Hawk would come closer again even as Frankie was pretending to chide him.

  “Then I guess I should be on my best behavior until we get there.” Hawk winked, holding up his hands to show he was going to be good… darn it.

  Hawk laughed. Had Frankie said something out loud, or did the man just know him that well?