Mine To Love (manxman)

Prologue

JEREMY

I'd been in love with Frankie for thirteen years. It had all started when we were both fifteen and Frankie had walked into my classroom.

He was an army brat who used to moving around a lot. He avoided making friends. I guess he thought it would be easier if he had to move again. I was a persistent SOB though and I managed to worm my way into a friendship with him.

His family lived off base in the house next to mine and when his dad had been killed just a few months later, I'd done my best to console him. He'd cried himself to sleep on my bed and I'd curled my little body around his and held him tight. I tried to offer him comfort as he slept and my own eyes soon grew heavy as I followed him into slumber.

We'd grown closer after that. not as close as I would have liked but I'd been confused about my feelings by then and I was afraid to voice them. When I finally came out to him he admitted that he'd suspected it for a few years. He was my rock when I almost fell apart at the idea of telling my parents.

I'd watched him date girl after girl and then woman after woman. I'd even overheard one of them as she told her friend, in detail, how good he was in bed. That overheard conversation had led to many fantasies and dreams of our hot sweaty bodies entwined as we each sought to dominate the other. He would always end up over me as we strained against each other, my legs wrapped around those strong thighs as I tried to pull him even closer.

I never came though. I'd always wake up just before my orgasm could take hold, or the dream would just melt away. It was incredibly frustrating, just like the man himself.

In my frustration I'd decided to visit a gay bar. Of course I'd tortured myself even further by dragging Frankie with me.

He'd been incredibly uncomfortable but he hadn't complained.

He'd even tried to befriend the few boyfriends that I'd had. They never stayed with me for long though. None of them could understand my friendship with Frankie and how we could be so close to each other.

I'd briefly considered telling him about my feelings for him. But this was real life, my life, and I was too afraid. It wasn't some cliché movie where feelings were declared and we all live happily ever after. I'd rather suffer the torture of never truly being with him than suffer the rest of my life without him in it in any capacity.

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FRANKIE

I couldn't look at Jeremy.

I couldn't look into those beautiful grey eyes without falling apart and losing the small amount of courage I'd finally gathered to have this conversation.

For me it had always been Jeremy, my little sandy haired imp. I'd just never realised it until recently when I'd walked in on his boyfriend kissing him and groping him. I'd felt an irrational urge to beat the guy bloody. I wanted those lips pressing against Jeremy's to be mine. I wanted my tongue to be massaging his as my hands squeezed those tight toned buns.

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