Page 31 of They Were Roommates
“Okay,” Frankie said, diving in for another kiss.
“Okay as in… yes? Or okay as in thank you for the flowers, Diego, but I think I’m good—”
Frankie grabbed Diego around the neck and dragged him into the bedroom in one of the most bro-y displays of dominance he had ever instigated. Diego pulled out of his grasp as they crossed the threshold into his room and let out an indignant huff.
Frankie grinned innocently at him but as he watched, Diego’s expression turned thoughtful and then almost wistful. “You know… that’s one thing I wasn’t anticipating before I started presenting as a man – how affirming it would be to have other men roughhouse with me. When I was a kid, none of my boy cousins would play with me, even though I was sort of a tomboy. They never wanted to ‘hit a girl’ or whatever, but… it’s nice actually. I mean… maybe not specifically from my boyfriend, but in general, it’s sort of nice being treated like one of the guys.”
Frankie puzzled over this as he walked over to Diego’s nightstand and placed the flowers in a half-empty glass of water. He’d never been all the way inside Diego’s room, having never seen a need to breach his personal space. It was nice. A bit plain with only a few personal items decorating the walls and set out on the desk, but it had touches of Diego that made Frankie immediately feel comfortable. He caught sight of one of their textbooks from class and a tab of sticky notes he’d seen Diego use hundreds of times when working on homework or their business plans. He also saw a few papers pinned to a corkboard that he could immediately tell were things they’d done together. There was a ticket stub from a play they’d gone to see with Penelope, a takeout menu from their favorite Ethiopian restaurant, and what looked like an old scrap of notebook paper with Frankie’s handwriting on it.
He walked closer and saw it was a note he’d passed Diego during one of their lab sessions asking if he wanted to meet up after class for Happy Hour. Frankie remembered that day. It definitely wasn’t the exact day Diego had gone from a study partner to more than that, but it was one of the many steps they’d taken to get from classmates to where they were now.
Diego surged forward and pressed himself against Frankie. Frankie could feel a bulge in the front of Diego’s pants, which was what he’d learned back in senior year, on Diego's Fraternity dance floor, was called a “packer.” It was sort of like a dildo, but not. It was meant to simulate a penis, and sometimes also balls, and trans men could wear one attached to a strappy harness or in a pair of packing boxers. He was more familiar with the harnesses, which many women he’d slept with had used for dildos. A few nonbinary people he’d been with, and Jeong had used the packing boxers. They were really attractive, hugging the curve of Jeong’s ass perfectly and highlighting his amazing legs.
Diego’s legs were even sexier. Frankie knew he shouldn’t compare lovers, but Diego was just… everything. And Frankie wantedeverything.
“I think maybe if… we could start with you? Like… if we could focus on you? I mean, can…” Diego stumbled for a moment but then seemed to steady himself. He stared intently into Frankie’s eyes, with a new fire burning in his own. “Can I fuck you?”
Frankie let out a low, involuntary moan and he watched as Diego’s pupils flared and he gripped Frankie tighter. “In case that wasn’t clear enough consent, yes. Yes, fucking, please.”
Diego slotted their mouths together as he began fumbling with Frankie’s hoodie. He managed to get his fingers underneath both the hoodie and his t-shirt and yanked them both up and off, breaking their kiss for only a moment. Frankie reached for Diego’s knit sweater and then hesitated. They’d gone to the pool a few times over the summer, so Diego had seen Frankie shirtless, but Diego had always kept a shirt on and hung out under the umbrellas with Maria, who didn’t really like to swim.
“Can I—"
“Yes,” Diego practically growled as he pushed Frankie down onto the mattress. Frankie managed to get his hands up under Diego’s sweater, and Diego straddled Frankie, sinking down on top of him to make it easier for Frankie to yank it off.
Diego kept kissing him, but in between kisses Frankie subtly tried to catalog all of Diego’s newly exposed skin. He had fairly prominent collar bones, which Frankie had caught glimpses of over the years. He had a smattering of soft looking jet-black hair between his pecs that trailed lightly down to where it thickened out into an incredibly tempting looking happy trail. Diego wasn’t ripped, but there were obvious muscles under the slight layer of fat he carried around his midsection. Frankie ran his hands over the curves of his stomach and around to the long, hard planes of his back.
Diego hummed happily into their kiss, and began his own exploration of Frankie’s body, finding the sensitive parts of his spine, and, unfortunately, the ticklish part of his ribs. Frankie bucked up against him to try to avoid the tickling and let out a moan when his aching erection came into direct contact with Diego’s ass.
Diego chose that moment to grab him by the shoulders and shove him down on his back. Diego slowly kissed his way down Frankie’s neck to his chest, taking a moment to tease each nipple in turn. Frankie’s left nipple had never been very sensitive, but when Diego’s tongue flicked his right, he let out a desperate cry and arched up.
“Oh?” Diego said, a wicked lilt to his voice as he sucked the hardening nub into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, D… Please.” Frankie reached up and knotted his fingers into Diego’s hair, pressing his head down harder onto Frankie’s relatively flat chest.
“Good to know how sensitive you are, Franklin,” Diego purred, his breath ghosting out over Frankie’s wet skin.
“F…fuck,” Frankie cursed again, as Diego started moving lower down, nipping at his ribs and licking Frankie’s almost nonexistent happy trail. Frankie had relatively fine hair all over his chest, stomach, and legs, but it was hard to see in the low light. Most of the time his lovers just ignored his body hair, but naturally that meant Diego chose to be contrarian and use his teeth to pull and tease the hairs right above his waistband.
“Oh god, is this how it’s going to be? You’re going to fucking torture me? After three years?”
Diego looked up at him, his long lashes casting shadows over his cheeks. “Are you not enjoying it?”
There was just enough vulnerability in the question, which was probably meant as a tease, that Frankie immediately backtracked. “No, Iabsolutelyam, I just… I want to touch you too, D… please?”
Diego made a face but dutifully crawled back up the bed and lay down next to Frankie. His body was stiff and unyielding as Frankie adjusted onto his knees so he could take in his boyfriend’s prone form. There was so much honied skin on display Frankie wanted to kiss and lick and bite and mark, but first he needed to get Diego out of his own head. He decided distraction might be best. He hooked his thumbs into his track pants and yanked them down and off.
He paused, allowing Diego to take in the view. He had been anticipating their hooking up sometime soon, so he’d begun to wear his sexier pairs of underwear. Today he wore a pair of short boxer briefs made out of a satiny fabric in a soft lilac color. Some people might call them panties, but Frankie had never been fond of the word. Diego hesitantly reached out a hand and Frankie cocked his hip so Diego could trail two fingers down the side of them.
“Pretty,” Diego murmured, and Frankie beamed.
“Thanks! Thought you could use a distraction,” he said. With that, he swooped down and began giving Diego’s body the same treatment he’d just received. Diego tensed at first, but then he slowly began to relax as Frankie kissed every inch of available skin. When he got to his nipples, he gave himself a few seconds to take in the scars, file them away in his mental bank of Diego, and then he sucked one of his nipples into his mouth. To his disappointment, Diego barely reacted.
“They’re… not very sensitive after the surgery,” Diego murmured, and Frankie popped his head up.
“Oh, okay. Do you want me to just leave them alone then?
Diego pursed his lip and slowly shook his head. He gently guided one of Frankie’s hands up until it lay sort of cupped over Diego’s pec. “It feels good if you sort of… do this.” Diego demonstrated moving their hands in a slow circular movement, and then adding a bit of a squeeze at the end.