They didn’t get all that much time together, their jobs splitting them, taking them in various directions. So, it was nice, this moment, where they could lose themselves. Forget time, just them, shutting out the ugliness out there. Wanting only what was in here. Jimmy lost himself until he felt Frisano’s knees buckle, weaken. He knew what that meant, but he wasn’t going to stop. Instead, Jimmy gripped at Frisano harder, nails digging into his butt cheeks, urging him forward. His eyes closed, watered, Jimmy was ready to bring Frisano to his desired climax. He waited, worked it, then, at last he felt it. Heat intensified, so did his thrusts. So did his breathing.
“Oh, Jimmy…”
He knew that sound, that emotion. Pent up and ready for release. He stayed on it, working Frisano to the man’s boil
