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you re a big fat chicken, which if that s the case, it s the height of irony because being a
big fat chicken is my job.
I do want you. How the hell had this gone so badly?
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So it s fear then. Frankie crossed his arms over his chest, but his hard tone began
to crack. I suppose you re right. If I m the brave one in this relationship, we re totally
fucked.
Shit. Marcus reached for him, and when Frankie pulled his shoulder away from the
touch, Marcus s heart broke. Aching, panicked and confused, Marcus grabbed his coat
and headed outside so he could think.
Even the fresh air didn t clear him, though, and eventually he went back inside.
Don t, Marcus said before Arthur could start on his lecture. I don t need you
yelling at me on top of everything else.
Arthur didn t so much as bat an eye. You re fucking this up, buddy. You ve got a
good thing here, best I ve ever seen you with, and you re fucking it up on purpose.
It s not going to work, Marcus insisted.
Arthur snorted. Not with that attitude, it won t.
He turned away. Paul glared at him from the couch, and Frankie wouldn t look at
him.
Hell. Marcus wished he d have just stayed the fuck outside.
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When Marcus had gone outside instead of staying and fighting for them, Frankie
knew it was over. He d cried, let Paul and Arthur comfort him and done his best to start
moving on. He wished he d gone home when he d had the chance, and he vowed it was
the first thing he was doing in the morning. To that end, he got himself packed and ready
to go. At first light, he d put Logan, Minnesota and everything here behind him for good.
He was staying the night, and he d be sleeping next to Marcus, but under no
circumstances was he having goodbye sex. He told himself this over and over and over.
He got into bed before Marcus even came over from the kitchen, pulled the blanket up
high and shut his eyes. He tried really hard to go to sleep.
He felt Marcus s hand on his shoulder, his heart lurched, and he rolled onto his back,
ready to be firm.
Frankie took one look at Marcus s sad eyes, his beautiful face, the face he was about
to never see again, and Frankie caved in so fast there was nothing left of his resolve but
fine dust.
Their kiss was hard, their hands insistent as they pushed away bedding and clothes in
their desperate need to come together one last time. Frankie trailed his mouth across
Marcus s jaw, nuzzling into his beard, inhaling the scent of him and burning it into his
memory. Marcus bent to kiss Frankie s belly, and Frankie arched into him, sliding so
easily into the space Marcus always made for him when they made love.
Made love it truly was love, Frankie realized, his last rational thought before
Marcus s mouth closed over his cock. He was in love with Marcus, and leaving him was
going to kill him.
Would it kill Marcus too?
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He drew Marcus s mouth back up to his and kissed him, pouring himself into his
lover. He ached to feel Marcus yield to him, to feel those weather-worn hands clutch so
desperately at him. The last hours of their time together slipped away like grains of sand,
and he cursed himself for not locking them up in the cabin and doing nothing but
drinking each other in, making the most of what little time they had.
Except deep down he knew that even if they d spent the entire week making love, it
wouldn t have been enough. There was no way he could get enough of Marcus.
Frankie tugged and pulled at Marcus s clothes until he was naked, then made quick
work of his own. He stroked Marcus s back, his hip, the curve of his buttock, his fingers
grazing the furry line of his cleft. Marcus shook in Frankie s embrace, his thighs parting
to silently encourage Frankie s touch lower.
Shutting his eyes, Frankie slid his fingers lower, seeking. Testing. Teasing against
Marcus s hole.
With a soft groan, Marcus shifted so he could open himself more, his anus flexing in
silent, desperate invitation.
It felt like a dream to Frankie reaching for the lube, slicking his fingers and
working them inside Marcus s eager opening. The tight heat thrilled him, the thought of
pressing his cock inside that close, intimate space erasing his self-consciousness of never
having done this before. By the time he had two fingers thrusting deep, his whole body
was taut and ready to follow them inside.
I want you. He caught Marcus s mouth in a sensual kiss and pushed his fingers in
to the last knuckle. I want to be inside you.
Marcus gripped Frankie s shoulders, strong and yielding all at once. It was amazing.
I want you there. So much.
They kissed a little longer, but then Frankie had Marcus get on his knees and hold
the back of the couch. He knelt behind and admired the view: Marcus spread open,
waiting, almost shaking with his need. The sight undid Frankie, filling him with lust and
love and sorrow.
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I can t leave this. I can t leave him. Yet he knew Marcus was right. How could he
stay?
Frankie kissed Marcus s cheeks, first one and then the other. He slipped on a
condom, worked Marcus wider with his fingers, then lined himself up. He stared at the
sight of his cock ready to spear the finest, most sensual ass he d ever known. Marcus
quivered, and he stroked his spine in reassurance.
He pushed inside, and he knew he was home.
Frankie went as slow as he could, but Marcus felt so good, so amazing, so hot and
tight and right that he couldn t contain himself, could only pump and thrust and claim
him, wishing it were Marcus s skin his come sprayed against, not a sheath of latex. He
kept his cock inside as he helped Marcus over the edge too, wanting to fuck Marcus
every day for the rest of their lives. They were so right together. Better than any fantasy
Frankie had ever had, and when he was with Marcus, especially like this, he didn t have
any doubt that they were meant for each other.
Why wasn t it enough?
He lay awake a long time after Marcus fell asleep, wrapped in the circle of his
lover s arms, the question echoing over and over in his head. Why wasn t love enough?
Why couldn t the feelings they had for each other in a blizzard make things last? Should
he stay? Should he fight for Marcus? How did he do that? Did he quit his job? Did he
hedge his bets, visiting as much as he could? Did he try to convince Marcus to move back
to the city?
What did he want, outside of Marcus? Would loving Marcus mean wherever he lived
wouldn t matter?
Could he even truly be in love in just one week?
Frankie didn t know the answer to any of these questions. He didn t know, and he
didn t know how to find out.
Frankie slept fitfully, waking almost every hour, and at five he gave up and got out
of bed. He got dressed and made tea. He stood at the window a long time, staring out into
the darkness. He thought about Marcus s doubts, about his own. He thought about the
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schoolhouse apartments, the care center, the caf�. He thought about his job at Oasis. He
thought about Josh and Andy. He thought about Arthur and Paul.
He thought about what the odds were that a week-long blizzard-based relationship
would last. He made himself look at it, really look at it, in the hard light of day, and he
peeled all his romantic notions away. The truth stared him cold in the face, worse than
anything the blizzard had dished out.
There wasn t any logical way they could work. Even if there was, Frankie certainly
wasn t the man to beat those odds.
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