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probably, just like Addison, he’d rather they be gone anyway. There was no pressure to fit in with some social crowd he didn’t like—there was just laughter and kisses and, well, happiness.
    They’d taken the cookies to his bedroom, and for once he didn’t give a damn if crumbs got on the bedspread. The dipping sauce was so good he wanted to take his fingers and lick out the inside of the Tupperware container. He couldn’t stop grinning, even after the cookies were all eaten and his head was in Frankie’s lap. Frankie brushed his bangs off his forehead.
    “I don’t want to go home tonight,” Frankie said quietly. He leaned over and kissed Addison on the lips.
    “No. Don’t go home. Stay.” Addison reached over and flipped his lamp off. Then he sneaked his hand under Frankie’s shirt and then started pushing it up. It was hard from this angle, but Frankie got the idea. He pulled the shirt the rest of the way over his head and off.
    “Your turn,” he whispered.
    “Yeah.”
    He’d forgotten how good it felt to have his bare skin against another man’s—or perhaps it had never felt so good as it did with Frankie. Addison shivered and touched his back, cupped his hands around Frankie's ass, and tugged him closer. There was no such thing as close enough.
    "More skin," Frankie muttered. "I want more."
    "Yes." Addison couldn't wait to feel all of Frankie. Every inch of his perfect silky body. He'd only gotten hints before of what it could be like. It was time. They pulled at each other’s belts and pants, briefs and socks, until their clothing was all gone and they were wound around each other, naked and kissing. It was perfect. Addison worked his comforter out from beneath them and cocooned him and Frankie in warmth and darkness. Frankie was beautiful, and Addison loved to look, but feeling in the dark, lit only by moonlight, lips colliding slowly, fingers tracing limbs and muscles and straining flesh—it was intoxicating.
    “Addie,” Frankie whispered when Addison gripped his cock in his hand and tugged insistently. Addison’s breath caught in his throat when Frankie did the same thing. He nearly shouted aloud when Frankie’s mouth replaced his hand.
    “That’s so good,” he murmured. “Feels so good.”
    “Touch me,” Frankie ordered when he crawled his way back up Addison’s body. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
    Addison did moan out loud at that. Then he scrambled for the drawer by his bed. Hand slick, he reached for Frankie, for the tender skin behind his balls, the tight opening where all good things could happen. Frankie pushed against his fingers and ground a hard cock against his thigh.
    "Oh God." Frankie shivered and bit down on Addison's neck. "You feel so—" His words were cut off by a loud groan when Addison sank two slick fingers all the way inside. Goose bumps erupted under Addison's free hand, which was resting on Frankie's arm. It had been a long time, but Addison knew exactly what to look for. And he knew when he found it. Frankie cried out and pressed up against him in a full-body embrace, clasping Addison's head and bringing him close for a long, lusty kiss that finally broke when neither of them could last a second more without breathing. Addison kept teasing him, rubbing and touching, letting him grind up against him but not hard enough to come. Frankie panting in his ear was nearly enough to send Addison over the edge.
    “Want you, Addie.” Frankie's voice was frantic. Breathy. Hot as hell.
    “Now?” He smiled.
    “Mmm-hmm. Now. Inside. I'm gonna come, and I've been waiting forever.”
    Addison understood. It felt like he’d been waiting forever too. Maybe it was the wine they’d drunk with their sandwiches, the same from the park weeks before. Maybe it was just time. He dealt with condoms and lube with lust-drunk fingers. His mouth went dry when he saw Frankie prepare himself.
    “C’mere.” Frankie pushed him down and crawled over. He seemed to understand