Frank of course

Th door swings open and before Adam even sees his face he can feel his heart beating in his ears. His feelings of confidence and certainty faded as soon as Adam remembered that this was really happening. The world slowed to a crawl and Adam could feel the hairs on the back of his neck. And then, there he was.

Frank leaned against the door frame out of breath. His hair was wet with sweat, and he was still wearing Adam's clothes from yesterday. They were also covered in sweat. It was strong, pungent. Adam's head swam at the smell of Frank. His toned muscular arms on either side of the door frame. Frank was clearly just stopping to take a breath, but the pose reminded Adam of a kabedon like the kind he definitely hadn't seen before in BL manga that he definitely had never read. He was straight damnit! He could almost feel the invisible wall behind him, and he felt like a frightened bunny being pinned down by a viscous predator. Adam was painfully aware of how wet his legs were, both from sweat and pussy juices. Logically Adam knew Frank was just gasping for air because he ran to his house, but his hot ragged breaths made Adam feel like his shameful genuinely scary **** **** fantasies were seconds away from happening.

Why was Adam feeling this way? The pills just made him **** for cock right? Frank didn't even have a cock anymore, so why was Adam's heart racing a mile a minute? Of course he didn't actually know if Frank had a cock anymore or not. He looked down at the loose gym shorts, figuring Frank still hadn't bothered to put on underwear, an it didn't look like Frank was packing. Maybe Frank did put on underwear though, or maybe Adam just couldn't see it at this angle. Either way, surely Adam's uncertainty regarding Frank's Schrodinger penis was what was causing all of these complicated feelings. A̶n̶d̶ ̶A̶d̶a̶m̶'̶s̶ ̶m̶a̶s̶t̶u̶r̶b̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶F̶r̶a̶n̶k̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶e̶w̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶u̶t̶e̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶u̶r̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶

"Sorry, I" Frank starts, finally, before taking another big gulp of air. "I ran as fast as I could. I know there isn't really any rush, but I was so afraid I'd miss you again that I- haaah."

"I wasn't going anywhere!" Adam says, defensively, trying to ignore the fact that the thought had definitely occurred to him.

"I know, I just- It's been a long day and a half you know." He says rubbing the back of his neck.

God it was such a 'hot guy in a BL manga' pose. Adam imagined Frank taking off his shirt only for the sweat on his pecks to glisten in the sun. He imagined Frank grabbing the back of Adam's neck and pulling him in for a hot fierce battle between their lips and tongues. Adam's sex ached and begged as he imagined Frank grabbing his ass and grinding up against him. Frank rambled on and on about frantically googling symptoms and web forums but Adam only had one thought on repeat in his head. touchmetouchmetouchmetouchmetouchm

"Hey, you okay there?" Frank asks, grabbing Adam's shoulder.

Adam melts under his touch and blubbers something incoherent.

"What"

"Fuck! I mean! Fine! I'm fine!" Adam blurts out at a completely inappropriate volume.

"We... should take this conversation inside, shouldn't we?" Frank asks, looking rather concerned.

"oh yeah, uh, yeah."