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The journey home was short, and by the time I got there, I was knackered. My feet hurt, as did every other part of me, but I had tomorrow to look forward to. I had Frankie to look forward to.

Dad called the following morning to confirm our plans for the following day. I’d promised to take him shopping and help him out in the garden. He was spry for his age, but he sometimes struggled with the heavy lifting involved in clearing the old plants.

I hopped in the shower, cleaning everywhere. Frankie and I said we’d take it slowly, but you never knew what would happen in the heat of the moment. Look at the last time.

Oh, God. That image of Frankie was ingrained in my mind, and my cock twitched, demanding attention. I had plenty of time. We weren’t meeting for another hour at least, and the more I thought about him, the harder I got.

I took hold of my cock, squeezing the base. Yeah, that felt good. I braced myself against the wall and stroked with long, languid movements, my grip tight.

I moaned as I played with the head, tiny movements with my fingertips, the tip so very sensitive. I moved my hand quicker, now taking in the entire length. What would Frankie look like kneeling before me? My hand tight in his hair, holding him steady, his fucking exquisite lips encased my cock, taking me down to the back of his throat. I jerked several times, imagining what he’d feel like. What would his cock be like? Thick or thin? Long or short?

I couldn’t care less and vowed that, at some point, I’d return the favour he’d bestowed on me.

“Yeah,” I groaned. “Let me fuck you, Frankie.” Visions of his arse formed in my mind. My spine tingled and my balls tightened, a telltale sign my release was near. One last thrust into my hand and my cock pulsed wildly, spraying cum over the shower wall.

I panted, my head down as I watched it swirl down the drain. It had been a quick but powerful orgasm with images of Frankie I hoped to see in the flesh.

It had taken no time at all, but I didn’t want to be late and finished up my shower in record time. I picked out a dark pair of jeans, a fine-knit crew-neck sweater that Tilly bought for me last Christmas. I made sure there were no holes in my socks this time and slipped on my black Chelsea boots. One last check for my keys and phone, then I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door.

My pulse raced, a vibration in my chest. Was I having a heart attack? But I knew it was excitement. When had I last experienced this? It had been too long, but adrenaline surged through my body, and I had to slow myself down, eager as I was to get there.

I’d arranged to meet Frankie outside the cinema. I had offered to pick him up, but he insisted he could make his own way there. Parking up, I looked around for him.

The cinema was on a retail park, and just when I thought he hadn’t arrived, I saw him standing outside, looking fucking delicious, his long hair tied up in the loose, messy bun I loved. One day, I’d release it and let it tumble over his shoulders and naked body.

I shook myself. It wouldn’t do to get an erection in the middle of the cinema, but maybe we could make out if I played my cards right. I walked towards him, drinking him in.

Finally seeing me, he waved, a huge grin on his face.

When I finally reached him, I took his face in my hands and kissed him without a care for who could be watching. I’d waited days to do this again. No way I wanted to waste this opportunity.

Thankfully, he didn’t resist, but eventually, we pulled apart.

“Hello to you, too.” His extraordinarily green eyes twinkled.

“Sorry. I’ve been wanting to do that for days. I hope you didn’t mind.”

“Mind? I fucking loved it.” He held up a bag and shook it. “I brought snacks. Hope that was okay. I didn’t get drinks, though. I wasn’t sure what you’d like.”

“Hey, this is my treat. Our first actual date.” I took his hand, and we walked into the darkened foyer, the smell of popcorn in the air. I walked over to the counter and ordered a big box. “What do you want to drink?”

“A Coke is good with me.” He took the box from me and tucked in, smiling.

“Two large Cokes, please.”

“That’ll be twenty-one seventy-five,” the guy asked without batting an eyelid.

“Sorry, I think you’ve made a mistake.” I laughed dryly. It couldn’t possibly be that much.

“No mistake. Two large drinks and a large popcorn. Did you want to add anything else to the order?”

“Not without taking out a mortgage, no.” I turned to look at Frankie, my mouth open. How long had it been since I’d last come to watch a movie? I wouldn’t be coming again if this was what they were charging, and we hadn’t even bought the tickets yet.

“I already got the tickets,” Frankie said. “I bought them online. We can go straight in.”

“But…” I protested. This was my treat. I hadn’t expected him to pay.

“Gran lent me the money. Said I could pay her back at some point when I got a job.”