Nobodies

We stand for a moment, neither of us making a sound, but just listening to the other breathe. The tension in the room is palpable. After about a minute of excruciatingly painful silence, Frank scratching away at the linking chain with a nail file, I decide to initiate the making up session with an apology.
“I’m sorry I hit you, Frankie.”
Frank drops the file in surprise. He recovers and then shrugs his shoulders slowly, allowing them to fall limply at his sides. “I deserved it. I was being an asshole.” He stares at his feet as he murmurs, “Sorry about everything I said about you not being a man.”
“It’s okay,” I reply. I sigh, continuing, “I mean, it’s not like you weren’t right. I’m not a man. I’m just this little boy that lets everyone walk all over me. I’m a pushover.”
“Don’t say that,” Frank pleads. “Really, Gerard, you’re not a pushover or a boy or anything.” He reaches with his un-handcuffed arm and takes my hand, squeezing it. “You’re a sweetheart.”
Frank gets on his tippy toes to kiss me on top of my cheekbone. I melt into a smile, and pull Frank into an open mouthed kiss that lasts for about ten seconds. When he pulls away, he rattles at the chain on the handcuffs, complaining,
“These motherfuckers are in the way.”
“Well maybe we can fix that,” I purr in his ear.
Frank manages to hoist himself up onto the sink, which isn’t easy with the binding handcuffs. He struggles to undo his belt, and after a tiring minute or so, he achieves removing the belt. He rolls his pants off, stripping off his shirt as well. He sits on the counter in his blue briefs, smiling at me coyly.
I wrestle off my shirt, which I set on the sink. I fumble with the button to my pants, trying to unbutton it. Finally, Frank reaches forward, ordering,
“Just pull them off.”
He grabs my waistband and yanks them down to my ankles, pulling down my white and black striped boxer briefs in the process.
Frank stares for a moment, never having seen me naked. He goes red, and I go redder. I reach to pull my underwear back up, but Frank stops me, grabbing my wrist. He tugs down his briefs, kicking them off. He then wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to him, kissing me.
He brings me in close, asking, “Do you want to have sex?”
I gulp, considering the idea. I can’t see any large downsides, so I agree, breathing, “Yeah.”
“You’re clean, right?” Frank questions, licking my neck.
I shiver and nod, my entire neck tingling. I open a drawer next to me - my own personal bathroom door. I dig around for a moment until I find the tiny plastic bottle of lubricant. I twist off the lid with my teeth, spitting it out. I insert one finger into the bottom of lube, and then into Frank.
Frank grabs onto my neck, gripping the back of my hair and hiking his legs up onto my shoulders. He rocks himself back and forth, whining for more. I push in another finger, twisting and scissoring the two. I enter a third, and Frank yelps out a bit, scratching the back of my neck as he holds on as if for dear life.
“Are you ready?” I ask, stepping even closer to him. My dick stands erect, just teasing the outside of Frank’s ass. I rub lube across the length of my cock and spread it around Frank’s ass.
Frank nods, muttering, “Do it.”
I nod and grab onto his thighs, slipping into him gradually. He stretches around me, allowing room. Frank gives a little gasp, and begins to bite his lip. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Frank shakes his head, teeth still dug into his bottom lip. “Harder.”
I slide out about halfway before going back in, and do this a couple of times. I see Frank’s penis aroused but untouched, and grab the head, stroking my thumb softly against the tip. Frank’s hips tremble with pleasure, and his legs shake on my shoulders. I myself start to feel cramped down below, so I thrust harder into Frank.
Frank whimpers quietly, his eyes screwed shut and face moist with sweat. I’m about to come when I hear,
“You guys make up yet? I brought sammiches!” from Jamia followed by the door opening.
I spring out of Frank, placing both my hands instinctively over my crotch. This causes Frank’s connected hand to jerk forward, almost falling off of the sink.
Jamia sees me, and her eyes shut and face goes crimson as she lets out a surprised squeal. She grips the plate so tightly I’m afraid it might crack. “I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything!”
“Shut the door!” Frank barks. He searches for his briefs, eyes flashing around the room.
Jamia blindly sets the sandwiches down on the floor for us before apologizing once more and leaving. Frank and I stare at each other, each of our faces flushed and sweaty.
“So you don’t think she’s on board with a three way?” I joke, deadpan.
Frank bursts out laughing, so hard that his ribcage heaves. I start to giggle myself, hugging Frank. We dress and compose ourselves before facing Jamia. As we leave, I smack Frank on the ass. He exhales harshly, telling,
“That fucking hurt.”
Jamia is lying on my bed when we see her. Her face is still rosy with embarrassment. She looks up when she hears our footsteps, and again says, “I’m so sorry you guys. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t see anything.”
“It’s okay,” I assure.
Frank sits down to her, which forces me to take a seat as well. “It was our fault, really.”
“You okay with never bringing it up again?” Jamia questions.
“Definitely,” Frank and I agree in unison.
Jamia laughs, and Frank chuckles this really girly giggle, which, in turn, results in me chortling along.
Frank rattles the chain to the handcuffs, asking, “Did you happen to steal the key as well?”
Jamia grins and nods, unlocking us. She goes home around an hour later, leaving the house to Frank and I. We don’t attempt sex again, just hang out and watch movies.

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