“I want to fuck you?” he repeats, just to make sure he got it right.
Mikey smiles and sits down with him on the couch. “Say it with conviction.”
BOYS. I-I am such a sucker for dumb boys being obnoxious.

“I think I'd like to take you out. Or some shit like that,” Frank says, feeling like he's all of fifteen.
-- and even more of a sucker for dumb boys wrestling with horniness and ~feelings~ and you *nailed* that so beautifully here.

I have never purposefully read a barebacking fic before, but I trusted you and it worked so well, messy and urgent and not-thinking. AWESOME.