A Little Bite of Magic (Little Magic) by M.J. O'Shea Page B

about her? It’s been such an amazing night.”
    Frankie’s belly heated up. “It could get a lot more amazing for both of us if you take me the rest of the way home.”
    By the time they got to the front door of Addison’s condo, the wine had worn off a little. Even though Frankie had barely any tolerance, the buzz usually died pretty quickly, which was good.
    “I love your place,” Frankie murmured. He’d spent so many nights there lately. The warm cherry floors, the pale green walls, large comfortable furniture—it felt like home. His tiny apartment never had.
    “I love you in my place,” Addison responded. It seemed like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t, just kissed Frankie and peeled his jacket off to drape it over the couch. “I just love you.”
    “Mmm. Love you too. Take me to bed?”
    “Of course. Come, love.”
    Frankie’s heart constricted at that. He had to make a joke so he didn’t get teary eyed. “I will be. Multiple times.”
    Addison chuckled and pinched him on the butt. “Go on up, smarty-pants. I’m going to get us some water. Be naked when I get there.”
    Frankie grinned and scampered up the stairs, pulling at the buttons on his shirt and jeans. Clothes off, he dived onto the bed that was almost his as much as it was Addison’s by that point and went digging in the drawer for lube and condoms. He had them in his hand and was shutting the drawer when he felt the bed move. Addison had flopped down naked, his hair rumpled and lips wet from the water he'd just sat on the dresser.
    Frankie held out his hand. “C’mere.”
    Addison crawled over until he was looming on top of Frankie, his knee nudging Frankie’s legs apart. “Love you in my bed,” he murmured, dropping kisses down Frankie’s chest and sucking on a nipple. “Love you in my house.”
    “I love it here too.” Frankie gasped when Addison got to his cock and sucked it in. Addison moaned delightfully. Frankie couldn’t remember it feeling so good with anyone else.
    “So stay,” Addison said, coming up for air.
    “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here in the morning.” Frankie pulled Addison up to kiss him. He needed to kiss him. He needed a whole lot of things that didn’t include talking. Addison pulled away from him. Frankie tried to focus on his face instead of the lust that was clawing through him.
    “No, love. Stay. I know it’s only been… I just… I know we’re right.” He dropped his forehead onto Frankie’s chest. “Just stay.”
    Wait, was he asking Frankie to move in? Really? “You mean it?” It was awfully soon, Frankie knew, but still everything he'd wanted since he’d touched Addison and saw his future. They were right for each other. He knew it too.
    Addison nodded and kissed his chest.
    “Then, yes, I’ll stay. I love you.”
    “I love you too.” Addison hesitated. “Will you make love to me?”
    Frankie had been lifting his hips, trying to get closer to Addison’s erection. He stalled. “Really?”
    “Yeah.” Addison rolled them over so Frankie’s leg was sprawled across his thighs.
    “Have you bottomed before?”
    “In college, which was about a million years ago.”
    “But you liked it?”
    “Yeah, I liked it. I’m better at being on top—at least I was back then—but I want it with you.”
    Frankie grinned and reached for the lube. “This is gonna be fun.”
    He kissed Addison long and deep, reveling in a taste so perfect that no recipe could come close to replicating it. He dropped the lube next to him on the covers and concentrated on touching Addison. His skin was silky on the inside of his thighs. Frankie licked at the tender softness and moaned.
    Addison let his legs fall apart even further, encouraging Frankie’s touch. “Please…” was all he said.
    “What do you want, babe?”
    Addison reached for one of Frankie’s hands and guided it to his entrance. “Touch me.”
    “I’ll do even better than that.”
    It wasn’t something that Frankie did