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I smiled to myself, eager to see what we could get up to, when a voice whispered in my ear.

“Got yourself a boyfriend, eh, Frankie?”

I shuddered and closed my eyes, wishing I was anywhere but there. The man standing next to me was the last person I wanted to see.

“He’s just a friend. We’re having a pizza together.”

“Don’t even try to deny it. I’ve been watching you for the past half an hour, flirting and kissing. Nice and cosy, like. What would Brian say if he knew his stepson was a f-”

“Sorry. Can I help you?” Mac pulled himself up to his full height, towering over the squinty-eyed weasel next to me.

“Just saying hello to a friend is all. I’ll tell Brian I saw you. I’m sure he’ll be really pleased to know you’ve got a ‘friend’.”

He said the word with air quotes, and I knew this didn’t bode well. This was Brian’s best friend, Clive, and the most homophobic man I’d ever met, and that was saying something considering how Brian was.

I should have known better than to come to the cinema in the same town we lived in. We should have gone elsewhere; no one would have recognised us, but it was too late now, and I’d no doubt suffer the consequences at some point.

“You’ve said hello. Time for you to leave, my ‘friend’.” Mac took a step closer, and I cheered inside as Clive scurried away. “Is he going to cause trouble?”

I shrugged. “I’ve no idea, but I refuse to let him ruin our day. We had plans, remember?”

But all the way back to Mac’s place, my stomach was in knots, wondering what the hell he was going to report to Brian.

We arrived at Mac’s place, but instead of sitting in the conservatory, he put on the TV, and we settled on the sofa, my feet in his lap, his hand stroking my leg.

A movie played, but the more he stroked me, the less attention I paid to it as his hand crept higher.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish.” I smiled at his antics, my eyes pinning him in place.

“I don’t recall having trouble finishing last time.” He smirked.

No, he didn’t, and I’d replayed that in my head in the days after, touching my lips each time, the pressure of his cock on my lips ever present.

I sat up and leant on my elbows. “I thought we were taking it slow? You said…”

“I know what I said, but I’m struggling to contain whatever this is. I want you, Frankie, more than you know. What I’d really like is to fuck you into next week, but I’m a gentleman, and this is only our second date. That wouldn’t be right.”

I’m not going to lie and say I hadn’t thought of his cock in my arse, but seeing as I’d never done it before, nerves played a part in my reluctance. Hell, no one had ever touched my arse other than me.

But others had touched my dick, and right then, it was aching to be held.

“There are other things we can do. Why don’t you come down here and we’ll see where things go.”

I took his hand and pulled him on top of me, his arms taking his weight. “How about we flip it? You can lie on top of me.”

Somehow, we reversed the roles, and I found myself lying on his firm chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

Our noses touched, and with the tilt of our heads, his lips met mine. I sank into the kiss and groaned.

Fuck, this was amazing. He clutched at my arse, rubbing against me, his dick hard. Remembering last time, I let him take the lead. This was his show, and I was just along for the ride.

The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth until I could barely breathe.

I broke away and gazed into his eyes, the irises barely visible.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured and buried his head in the space between my neck and shoulder, nibbling at the skin.

My dick hardened more, if that were even possible, the tip threatening to poke out the top of my boxers.