Fic: Never Let Me Go (part 2)
Title: Never Let Me Go (part 2)
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The usual: underage, incest, language
Summary: Frank and Dwayne spend a whole day "making up for lost time." A LOT.
Disclaimer: LMS is not mine
A/N: I'm so, so sorry this took so long. And I wish it were better, but it's the best I can do. I'm gonna try to do just one more part and it will be quicker.
Frank wakes up the next morning and finds Dwayne still slumbering beside him exactly like the night before. For once, it wasn't a dream and he does not have to face the disappointment of waking up in an empty bed. The boy looks so peaceful and Frank imagines it's the first night of proper sleep he's had in a while. The sight of him is too beautiful to disturb. Frank hates to wake him, but he promised he would.
Frank gently nudges him. "Dwayne. Dwayne?"
Dwayne groans drowsily and his eyes open. "Whuh?"
"You wanted me to wake you up. Or, would you rather go back to sleep?"
The teenager rubs his eyes and blinks. "No, no. I'll get up."
"Okay. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Uh, can you make crepes?"
Frank smiles. "I'd love to. With chocolate?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Okay. Please put something on, okay? I'm going to brush my teeth, first. You might want to do that, too."
Dwayne slips on a clean pair of briefs from his duffel bag. A few minutes later, he enters the kitchen and finds Frank, still in just his pajama bottoms, brewing coffee taking ingredients out of the fridge.
"What do you want to drink?" Frank asks.
"Coffee."
"Coffee? Okay. Just don’t tell your mother."
Dwayne smirks. "Not a problem."
When they've eaten, Frank takes away the plates and starts washing them. While he stands at the sink, Dwayne comes up behind him, runs a hand up his back, and starts placing kisses on the back of his neck. Frank turns off the tap and whirls around, pulling him into a kiss with his wet hands. Dwayne's arms wind around his neck and he presses his body insistently into Frank's, pushing him against the sink.
Dwayne eyes the table nearby and takes a few backward steps towards it, dragging Frank with him. When he hits the edge, he seats himself on it, wrapping his legs around Frank's waist.
"Fuck me." It's not a request. It's an instruction.
"God, you just couldn't wait, could you?"
"I did. I wanted to as soon as I got up, but I thought it'd be more polite to wait until after breakfast."
"You."
They kiss ferociously, leaning into the table, rutting into each other and making it sway. Frank soon feels Dwayne's hard-on prodding his thigh and hastily pulls down his pajama bottoms to free his own erection. Dwayne also removes everything in the way of Frank's entry.
The lube is all the way in the bedroom. It seems miles away and they cannot simply stop. Frank bolts from the table, opens a cabinet and grabs a bottle of olive oil.
Dwayne's eyes widen. "Wow, Frank."
"Don't ever say I'm not impulsive," Frank says, returning to the table. He opens the bottle, pours some into his hand and smears it onto his cock.
The smell immediately reminds Dwayne of all the times Frank cooked in the Hoovers' kitchen. Until now, it just made pleasant memories flood in; from that moment on, he always feels slightly aroused because he associates it with this.
Standing between Dwayne's spread thighs, Frank applies the excess oil from his fingers to Dwayne's opening, then uses his hand to align himself with it. He pushes until the head of his cock slips inside.
Dwayne gasps as soon as he's breached; it's an awkward angle but it doesn't stop him from throwing his arms around Frank's neck and clamping his long legs around the man's waist, pulling him closer. Frank steadies them and continues pushing until he's in as far as possible, grips Dwayne at the hips, and then starts to thrust.
Dwayne's head falls back, his eyes half-close and his open mouth releases a lewd moan each time Frank plunges into him, while his body pitches back and forth on the table with every thrust. The table rocks and creaks under the force of their movements.
Aching for release, Dwayne frees a hand and starts stroking himself rapidly. His voice is hoarse at this point, his moans coming out more as strained gasps, becoming more breathless as he climbs closer to his peak. His hips start to buck, and with one last hard gasp, he spurts out onto his own stomach, his body stiffening and then uncoiling once it's over.
Frank grabs Dwayne's thighs and drives faster into him, pulling the two of them harder against each other at each collision. In moments, he comes inside Dwayne with a shaky groan. He slides out and catches the edge of the table to keep himself from collapsing into Dwayne.
Dwayne, who has caught his breath in the meantime, gets off the table. "That was pretty awesome."
Frank is still regaining his and waits a few seconds to reply. "I still managed to impress you after all this time?"
"Aww, Frank!" The teenager comes forward to kiss Frank, forgetting the mess on his skin. Frank cries out and pushes him away, but it's a fraction of a second too late.
"No! Dwayne! Ughh…" Frank looks down in disgust at what's now stuck to the hair on his stomach.
"Sorry," the boy says sheepishly. "I just wanted to, you know…"
Frank smiles. "I know." He kisses Dwayne. It's even better than what the teen wanted. "I guess I was going to have to clean up, anyway."
"Yeah. Me, too."
"Oh, by the way," Frank asks, "do you still want to go out to dinner this evening?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"So, we still have time, right?" Dwayne asks coyly.
Frank replies with a mock-exasperated look. "Good Lord, Dwayne…"
Dwayne is all innocence. "What?"
"Are you trying to make up for lost time?"
"Pretty much," the boy says with a shrug. "What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, if I can survive it."
***
Less than an hour later, Dwayne is on top of Frank, facing backwards, riding him so hard that sweat pours in streams down his back and chest. The teen's incredibly obscene moans and the older man's strained grunts fill the apartment. Neighbors be damned.
It starts not long after breakfast when Dwayne pulls Frank into the bedroom and practically shoves him into bed. He jumps into Frank's lap, sheds what little he was wearing and begins kissing Frank. To Dwayne's happy surprise, Frank catches up with him quickly and returns the kissing and groping with equal fervor.
In fact, Franks seems fearless, today. It's only now that the full reality of his reunion with Dwayne sinks in. Knowing Dwayne is with him where nothing stands in their way strips Frank of his anxieties and any limitations he had when he wasn't in a home of his own.
Dwayne encourages him further, grinding his already-hard dick against him. He then scrambles away and pulls Frank's cock out of his boxers. The teen laps at the engorged head and traces the length of the shaft with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. Frank responds with a groan and his fingers reach to thread through Dwayne's hair. The wet, warm mouth around him works insatiably and he can feel his cock hitting the back of the teenager's throat. Dwayne loves the roughness and sucks even harder.
Frank tries to warn him when he's about to come, but the boy growls at him, so he gives up. A minute later, he spills out into Dwayne's mouth and the teen swallows all of it.
"Do me, now?" Dwayne asks as soon as he licks his lips clean.
Frank conceals an amused smile. Dwayne looks so eagerly wide-eyed and innocent when he says it. "Of course," Frank replies. "But, I think I have a better idea."
"Ooh, what?"
"Lie on your stomach?" Frank suggests.
Dwayne's face lights up. He knows what this means. Yes, this is better. He grabs a pillow, lies down on it so that it raises his butt, and spreads his legs.
Behind him, Frank wets a finger and presses it to Dwayne's hole. He hears a pleased moan in response and continues, rubbing it some more. He spreads the teen's buttocks apart more and gives the opening a teasing lick. The teen gasps and his buttocks involuntarily clench a little. Frank decides to spare him more torture and starts properly massaging him with his tongue, working in circles around the puckered flesh. Dwayne mewls and whimpers, restlessly flexing his toes and arching his back. Sweat starts to collect on his forehead and his breathing gets heavier. His cock throbs beneath him and all he can do is rock his hips a little against the pillow for friction.
Frank stops when his mouth begins to get tired. "Ready?"
"Uh-huh."
While Frank lubes his cock, Dwayne turns around and prepares to take Frank's cock from behind.
"Um, what are you, uh...?" Frank asks, confused.
Dwayne looks over his shoulder. "Can we do it like this? I saw it in a porno."
"Oh, God."
"Pleeease?"
"Eh, go ahead." Frank is not arguing today. He only has Dwayne until tomorrow and discussions waste time. But he has to ask, "You watch porn?"
"Sometimes, when I'm bored. Don't worry; I only think about you when I jerk off."
Frank laughs. "Yeah, right."
"I'm serious! You don't believe me?"
"I do, it just sounds so…unlikely."
Dwayne shakes his head and decides to put off this conversation for later.
The teen reaches back, takes hold of Frank's erection and guides it towards his opening. He pushes down, groaning inch-by-inch until he takes all of it in. He starts to move, slowly and steadily at first, then quickly picks up the pace until he's riding him with full force. His body thrusts up and down with Frank's hands on his waist, adding to the momentum. The mattress bounces beneath them in time to the sound of Dwayne's ass slamming into Frank's pelvis.
Frank's hips accelerate, thrusting him even faster into Dwayne until he erupts inside him with a labored groan. He takes a moment to catch his breath and sits up enough to reach Dwayne's cock from behind. Dwayne is still moving on Frank's softening cock and refocuses his efforts on thrusting into Frank's rapidly stroking fist. With a cry, he comes spurting onto the sheets and Frank's hand, which keeps milking him to the very last drop. He falls off Frank and lands half on him, half next to him, heaving for air.
In lieu of words, the teenager breathes out a tired groan.
"Oh, that good, huh?" Frank manages to reply, smiling.
"Uh-huh," Dwayne says.
"Well, to be fair," Frank says, "you did most of the work, again. Not that I'm complaining."
Dwayne settles comfortably next to Frank, and presses his cheek to the man's shoulder. "You always let me do what I want."
"Ha! As if I could ever tell you what to do."
Their eyes meet and there's a silent agreement that another round is not far off.
Barely twenty minutes pass and Dwayne is making new advances on Frank. Dwayne's idea of advances, though, is getting on top of Frank without the slightest warning. Before Frank even registers what's happening, Dwayne is leaning in and his lips are crashing into Frank's.
"Whoa! Jesus, Dwayne!"
Dwayne ignores him and keeps kissing him until Frank sees he is trapped and has no choice but to kiss him back. He brings a hand up to cradle the boy's face, while his other arm wraps around the teenager's back. Within a few moments, his desire starts to return and whatever happens next is unavoidable. Not that Frank intends to resist.
The boy takes his lips away, and for a second, Frank thinks they'll move somewhere lower, but instead, Dwayne plants them softly on Frank's left cheek. He kisses him again. And again. One after another, he places kisses all over the man's face.
"I love you, Frank," the boy coos.
"I-I love you, too," Frank replies, still surprised.
Frank's heart flutters inside his chest almost fast enough to burst through. Warmth grows in his cheeks and he knows he's flushed; he just doesn't know if he's flustered or aroused. He nearly says, "Aren't you sweet?" but he stops the words before they leave his mouth, even though he means them without a trace of irony. If he brings Dwayne's attention to it, Dwayne might become embarrassed. So, Frank stays silent and gladly lets the boy shower him with love, with a dreamy smile on his face proving his gratitude.
Frank doesn't want to interfere, but he can't keep his hands off Dwayne, either. He carefully brushes his fingers through the boy's hair and caresses his skin wherever his hands can reach, hoping it will encourage him. It seems to; Dwayne starts kissing Frank's beard, leaving pecks along his jaw all the way up to Frank's ear. At the same time, he brings a hand up to the other side of Frank's face, delicately scratching the hairs. A gasp unintentionally escapes Frank's throat when the boy starts to rub his own cheek into Frank's beard and then nuzzles his nose into it.
Frank can barely contain how much he loves every second of it. For a second, he thinks he's going to fall apart under the weight of his own bliss. It's almost more than he can bear, but he never interrupts Dwayne, who is getting more and more persistent in his affections by the minute.
Dwayne's face is now pressed into Frank's chest, and he's kissing and nuzzling it with the same enthusiasm. It's becoming increasingly difficult for Frank to ignore his growing desire. In addition to all the kissing, there's Dwayne's naked body on top of him and in his hands, and he wants him. Badly.
And then, unexpectedly, Dwayne stops and lays his head on Frank's chest.
All of Frank's excitement drains out of him. Something is wrong.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, concerned.
Dwayne takes in a slow breath and sighs it out. "I used to fall asleep with you next to me every night," the boy says. "You always waited, no matter how long it took. Even after the lights were off and I couldn't see you, I still felt you there. When you kissed me in the dark, I knew it was you. And when I woke up, you were usually up before me, but I could hear you in the kitchen. And you always left your cot all neat. Then, when you left, I couldn't sleep. I just-"
Dwayne's voice cracks and he shuts his eyes, holding back tears and cursing himself for breaking at such a bad time.
"Oh, Dwayne…" Frank puts his arms around Dwayne despite his surging guilt.
"Fuck, I ruined it," the boy laments.
Frank tries to soothe him and strokes his hair. "No, Dwayne, no. It's okay."
"I did. I was trying to do something I thought you'd like and I fucking ruined it."
Frank can hear his own heart break and crumble. "No, no! It's not ruined." He gently brushes the boy's cheek. "We have plenty of time to fill before we go out."
"I know. I just really feel like shit, right now."
Frank sighs. There isn't much else he can do besides wait for Dwayne's embarrassment to pass.
"You don't have to, you know," he says. "I think you're being too hard on yourself. It's not like everything you feel was going to disappear overnight."
"I guess."
"And for what it's worth, things were going really well. So, if you want to continue where you left off-whenever you're up for it, of course-I'd like that. A lot."
The boy stays quiets for a few minutes, while Frank continues patiently stroking his hair.
At last, Dwayne quietly says, "Hey, Frank?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Can I come back here soon?"
The question rather surprises Frank. "Of course you can. You can come back next week, if you want to."
"I do. Can I come back, um, every once in a while?"
"I'm surprised you're even asking. You want to come every weekend?"
Dwayne excitedly blurts out, "Yeah-! No, I mean, only if-if you're not busy and you're okay with it and-"
"Relax," Frank assures. "You can come every week. Hell, if I could, I'd adopt you and you'd never leave this apartment. But, then I wouldn't leave it either, and that would be a problem. The only thing is, there might be some times when I really am too busy with work."
"I understand. I don't want bother you or distract you from that."
"Oh, Dwayne. It's not just about the work. When you're here, I'd prefer to have as few things as possible distracting me from you, so I can give you my full attention."
Dwayne finally smiles. Like the previous day, he recovers quickly, realizing that moping is just wasting both his and Frank's time. They should be doing other things. He props himself up and moves closer to give Frank a kiss.
"I take it you feel better?" Franks asks.
"Uh-huh."
"Can I give you my full attention, now?"
Dwayne blushes a little. "Yeah," he says, almost shyly. He affirms it with another kiss. Their hunger returns and they're both unwilling to stop or slow down, this time. Frank holds him with a hand on the back of his neck, while the other instinctively cups an ass-cheek.
Dwayne rolls his hips into Frank, his slender body undulating on top of the man. Frank's hips meet the teen's movements, the two of them hard and thrusting feverishly for friction.
Frank turns them over and dives into Dwayne's neck, a place he knows Dwayne especially likes to be kissed. He decides he's going to return each kiss Dwayne gave him earlier and make damn sure any sadness won’t return.
Resolved, he sets about kissing, tasting, licking, and nipping every available inch of skin. His mouth covers a nipple and his tongue teases it until it's bruised red. Frank becomes more determined the lower he travels. He leaves more red blotches and nibble-marks on Dwayne's belly and the insides of his thighs, where they won’t be seen and Dwayne can enjoy them later. And then, to Dwayne's immense satisfaction, he slides his lips over the teen's cock.
Dwayne's eyes shut tightly and his head falls back. He moans and hisses through his teeth as a wet tongue is dragged up the length of his cock and then rubs the swollen head. His knees bend and his heels dig into the mattress. He forces his eyes open; watching it is always as erotic, if not more, to Dwayne. One shaky hand shoots out and roughly clutches the older man's hair. Frank interprets it as a compliment. The teen lets Frank go on until he gets within seconds of coming and reluctantly makes him stop.
Frank pulls off and, kneeling between Dwayne's legs, grabs Dwayne's hips and brusquely yanks him closer. He gets the lube, lying nearby, and coats his cock with a fresh layer. While the teenager keeps his legs aloft and spread, Frank aligns it with Dwayne's entrance and gradually slides inside. Once he's far enough in, Frank grips both of Dwayne's ankles, and starts to thrust.
The teenager's head lolls to the side and his mouth falls open, releasing a cry each time Frank pumps into him. His hand finds his cock and he starts jerking himself off. Frank's eyes dart between Dwayne's hand pulling on his dick and the infinite variations of complete rapture displayed on the boy's face. Either sight is nearly enough to make him explode. He releases Dwayne's legs and comes down to kiss him. Dwayne immediately wraps his legs around Frank, keeping him close. He wants him deeper, as deep as he'll go.
"Frank?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I get on top, again?"
"Like before?"
"No, I want you to see me, this time."
Frank removes himself. He lies down and Dwayne straddles him. The teen positions himself over Frank's cock and sinks down on the thick length. It's deep, so deep and Frank fills him so perfectly and the ache is so sweet. He begins to rock back and forth, Frank moving him along with his hands on the boy's ass. His thighs ache, just now announcing their soreness with this second assault on them. The teenager only indulges the added pain; he rides even harder until it burns, yelping with every impact.
Frank takes Dwayne's cock and strokes him, then reaches up with his other hand and pulls Dwayne in by the back of the neck into a hard kiss. Dwayne rides him more and more urgently, his moans growing alarmingly loud. He plants his face in Frank's neck and muffles a final, long cry as he comes. The teen keeps moving until he feels Frank's body tense up and release with a strained groan as he comes inside him.
Dwayne topples off of Frank and the two pant for breath as they lie side-by-side.
Frank notices most of Dwayne's orgasm is on his chest, again. "Can I trouble you to get me a wet washcloth or a paper towel or something?" he asks.
"No problem."
Dwayne goes and fetches some paper towels. He sits down next to Frank and cleans him off with a damp one, then wipes him dry.
"Thanks, kid."
The boy runs off again to toss the towels into the garbage, and then hops back into bed, snuggling up next to Frank under the covers. Frank wraps his nephew in his arms and presses his lips into the boy's damp mop of hair. They kiss each other softly while their bodies cool down.
"You know what?" Dwayne says. "I have an idea."
Frank raises an eyebrow. "Uh-oh."
"Hear me out. We've done it here, in the bathroom, and the kitchen, so far. How about we cover the rest of the apartment?"
Frank rolls his eyes, albeit with an amused smile. "That is exactly the sort of thing you would come up with."
"So, where do you want to start? The living room or your study?"
"The stu-there isn't even a place to do it on in the study!"
Dwayne gives him the mischievous smirk Frank knows all too well. "Well, there's a desk. And a chair."
"It doesn't even count as a room. It's an extension of the living room. It's an area."
"Whatever, Frank."
"God, Dwayne. You're going to kill me by the time you leave. Can we at least wait until we've had lunch? I'm going to need to refuel if we're going to do that."
Dwayne starts to laugh. "Ha-wait, what? You're serious?" He was not expecting that answer, at least not so quickly.
"I'm always serious," Frank replies. "Let's give your ass a break, then we'll eat."
***
"So, what exactly do you have in mind for this?" Frank asks.
He and Dwayne are in the small area Frank designated as his study. Naturally, there's a desk, a swivel chair, and more bookshelves. The remaining unpacked boxes of Frank's things sit on the far end, hidden from the rest of the apartment. Most of them are small and Dwayne guesses they're full of fragile, personal things. It doesn't surprise him, then, that most of them are still sealed with tape.
Dwayne stands near the desk, placing the bottle of lube on it for when it's needed. "What's in those boxes?"
"Um…stuff," Frank replies reluctantly. "Pictures. Knick-knacks and other sundries. You know."
The walls are still bare. Dwayne was just a little boy the last time he was in Frank's old apartment, but he remembers that Frank's diplomas and awards were once on display. The old study felt like the most personal of all the rooms. Now, Dwayne imagines, those things only dredge up painful memories. The new one seems empty by comparison despite its smaller size and with all the boxes cluttering it.
"Oh, okay." He doesn’t push for more answers. "Anyway," he says, switching back to the matter at hand, "I have some ideas. I'll let you know when we get there."
Dwayne puts his arms around Frank and the two of them come together to kiss. Frank clasps the back of the teenager's head, while his other hand instinctively slides around the boy's back, drawing their bodies closer together. Dwayne pulls Frank with him toward the desk and sits on the edge of one of its sides. Frank passes a hand up the bare flesh of an inner thigh, feeling it quiver under his touch. Dwayne releases a soft moan. If this is going to be like the kitchen, it's fine by Frank. At least they brought the lube, this time.
Frank kisses Dwayne's ear, then his neck, and then all over the boy's chest. Dwayne arches back and opens his thighs wider, prompting Frank to slide his hand toward the teenager's cock. He strokes it into hardness while pressing his own against Dwayne's groin. He then lets go and lifts Dwayne's legs a little, leans in and kisses the insides of Dwayne's thighs. Dwayne leans on his hands, moaning and hoping Frank will put his mouth where he wants it most.
And, of course, Frank does. Dwayne grips the edge of the desk harder, moaning and arching his back gorgeously as Frank sucks him. His mouth hangs open and lewd moans pour from his throat. Frank could be blowing him for the fiftieth time that day and Dwayne would never get tired of it.
Frank pulls off and comes up to kiss Dwayne, once again taking his erection and stroking him. The boy leans into him and holds on with arms around Frank's back, whimpering into his neck.
"Ahh…Frank, now. Please."
"Alright, you. Lie back."
Dwayne lies flat on the desk and Frank has him scoot closer so that his ass is right on the edge. He lubes his cock and spreads Dwayne's legs, smearing excess lubricant from his hand onto the teen's opening. He presses the head of his cock there, and once he buries himself to the hilt, he lifts the boy's thighs and starts to thrust.
The solid desk doesn't sway like the table did, but Dwayne's body rocks backward every time Frank thrusts. He stretches his arms back and holds on to the desk's sides. The surface is hard and unforgiving, and the skin on his back starts to hurt from rubbing against it. He ignores it, but there's something else he wants.
"Frank…Frank, stop."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Turn me over."
Frank only hesitates for a moment. He pulls out and steps away, giving Dwayne room to come off the desk and reposition himself. The teen bends over the desk and rests his hands on it, cheekily sticking his ass out.
"Your back looks kind of chafed," Frank says, noticing the inflamed skin.
"Eh, don't worry about it."
"I worry." Frank leans in, runs his fingers up Dwayne's back where it isn't red and kisses him between the shoulder blades. "I worry a lot. Besides, I can’t send you home all bruised and broken."
Frank aligns his cock with Dwayne's opening and re-enters him. He resumes thrusting, building up to his previous pace. Dwayne answers each collision of Frank's pelvis against his ass with a loud, obscene moan. His hands and arms start to ache slightly after a few minutes, but he ignores that, too. Any discomfort is overpowered by the feeling of Frank driving deeply into him.
And then a hand grasps his cock from behind and strokes him. It's not long before he's crying out and gushing over Frank's hand, some of it landing on the desk. Frank summons up all of his remaining strength and soon follows, groaning and slumping over Dwayne's back.
Frank takes a few seconds to catch his breath and lets his cock slip out of Dwayne. He bends and presses his face to the teenager's damp back.
"I think the whole building heard you, this time," Frank says.
"That's your fault," Dwayne replies. He shivers when Frank starts carefully kissing him up his spine. The boy turns half-around to meet Frank's lips when he reaches the summit of his path.
The boy twirls around and the two of them merge in a tight press of arms and mouths. His heart hasn't even slowed, and he's already eager for more.
"So, was that more or less what you wanted?" Frank asks.
"Yeah," the teenager rasps, smiling and looking quite satisfied. "Thanks, Frank."
Frank pulls away. "Good. Now, clean up the mess you made." He gives Dwayne's ass a healthy slap and retires to the bedroom.
***
A while later, Frank throws on some clothes and goes to take out the trash and pick up the mail on the way back. Upon his return, as he's opening the door to his apartment, the door across the hallway unlocks and opens a few inches. His neighbor, an elderly woman Frank has guessed to be in her 70s, peers out through the space. Except for a fat longhair cat, she lives alone and is always friendly to Frank whenever they come upon each other in the elevator or in the hall, like now.
Frank turns halfway around and smiles. "Oh, hello."
The old woman does not reply. Instead, she remains hidden behind the door. Frank can barely see her face.
Frank tries to repeat himself louder in case she didn't hear. "Hi, Ms.-"
"Hello," she says, spitting the word. There's a pause, and then she adds, "Having a guest over?"
Fear wraps its cold fingers around Frank's throat and squeezes. "I, uh, I…" he stammers.
"Of all people… in my day, people like you at least had the decency to keep their disgusting lifestyles to themselves. God knows what you're doing and one day you'll have to answer to Him!"
The door slams and locks angrily from inside.
Frank stands at the door, frozen, keys in one hand, mail in the other. He takes a breath and forces his body inside his apartment. He hangs up his keys and throws the mail on the kitchen table, then washes his hands in the sink. He can still feel leftover tremors of fear inside his chest.
Dwayne is just as Frank left him, naked, but in the living room, reposing on the couch. When Frank sees him, he notices Dwayne's dick is hard and lying on his stomach. The teen looks at him and slides his fingers up his thigh and around his cock, giving it a slow pull.
"Hey, you want to tick the living room off the list?" he purrs.
Frank simply stares at him. It hasn't left him completely.
Dwayne tilts his head curiously. "What the hell are you doing still standing there? I want you. Now." He wets his finger with a flick of his tongue and rubs a nipple. He then slumps down and opens his legs more, exposing his entrance. "Well?"
He's just about to reach down to finger himself when Frank rushes to him and grips his cock, wrenching a gasp from the boy's lungs. He kisses him fiercely.
"About time," the teen huffs.
Frank gets on the couch with him and pulls off his shirt while Dwayne strips him of everything below the waist.
"Get over here," Frank commands.
The teenager obediently straddles the man's lap. Frank takes Dwayne's erection in his hand again and strokes him. The boy moans and bites his lip; Frank can feel the youth's limbs going loose and the lanky body surrendering.
"What makes you scream the loudest?" the older man asks.
"Huh?" Dwayne blurts, shocked. Frank isn't usually the one who talks dirty.
"What does it take to really send you over the edge and make you scream like you did in bed this morning?"
"I thought you wanted me to keep it down."
"Fuck that. Tell me what I need to do."
Dwayne is more than happy to tell him. Frank's boldness is making him hornier by the second. "The best thing is when you're fucking me fast and hard or if I'm on top riding you and I can feel your dick all the way inside me and you’re jerking me off at the same time."
"Will this work?"
"Sure."
Dwayne mounts himself on Frank's cock and rides him until he's actually exhausted, for once. For whatever reason Frank wants him to scream, he guesses Frank wants it to be genuine. So, he screams himself hoarse.
When it's over, and their hearts pound like hummingbird wings, Dwayne slumps into Frank and asks with his first full breath, "Is that what you wanted?"
Frank smiles against the boy's skin. "Perfect."
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The usual: underage, incest, language
Summary: Frank and Dwayne spend a whole day "making up for lost time." A LOT.
Disclaimer: LMS is not mine
A/N: I'm so, so sorry this took so long. And I wish it were better, but it's the best I can do. I'm gonna try to do just one more part and it will be quicker.
Frank wakes up the next morning and finds Dwayne still slumbering beside him exactly like the night before. For once, it wasn't a dream and he does not have to face the disappointment of waking up in an empty bed. The boy looks so peaceful and Frank imagines it's the first night of proper sleep he's had in a while. The sight of him is too beautiful to disturb. Frank hates to wake him, but he promised he would.
Frank gently nudges him. "Dwayne. Dwayne?"
Dwayne groans drowsily and his eyes open. "Whuh?"
"You wanted me to wake you up. Or, would you rather go back to sleep?"
The teenager rubs his eyes and blinks. "No, no. I'll get up."
"Okay. What do you want for breakfast?"
"Uh, can you make crepes?"
Frank smiles. "I'd love to. With chocolate?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Okay. Please put something on, okay? I'm going to brush my teeth, first. You might want to do that, too."
Dwayne slips on a clean pair of briefs from his duffel bag. A few minutes later, he enters the kitchen and finds Frank, still in just his pajama bottoms, brewing coffee taking ingredients out of the fridge.
"What do you want to drink?" Frank asks.
"Coffee."
"Coffee? Okay. Just don’t tell your mother."
Dwayne smirks. "Not a problem."
When they've eaten, Frank takes away the plates and starts washing them. While he stands at the sink, Dwayne comes up behind him, runs a hand up his back, and starts placing kisses on the back of his neck. Frank turns off the tap and whirls around, pulling him into a kiss with his wet hands. Dwayne's arms wind around his neck and he presses his body insistently into Frank's, pushing him against the sink.
Dwayne eyes the table nearby and takes a few backward steps towards it, dragging Frank with him. When he hits the edge, he seats himself on it, wrapping his legs around Frank's waist.
"Fuck me." It's not a request. It's an instruction.
"God, you just couldn't wait, could you?"
"I did. I wanted to as soon as I got up, but I thought it'd be more polite to wait until after breakfast."
"You."
They kiss ferociously, leaning into the table, rutting into each other and making it sway. Frank soon feels Dwayne's hard-on prodding his thigh and hastily pulls down his pajama bottoms to free his own erection. Dwayne also removes everything in the way of Frank's entry.
The lube is all the way in the bedroom. It seems miles away and they cannot simply stop. Frank bolts from the table, opens a cabinet and grabs a bottle of olive oil.
Dwayne's eyes widen. "Wow, Frank."
"Don't ever say I'm not impulsive," Frank says, returning to the table. He opens the bottle, pours some into his hand and smears it onto his cock.
The smell immediately reminds Dwayne of all the times Frank cooked in the Hoovers' kitchen. Until now, it just made pleasant memories flood in; from that moment on, he always feels slightly aroused because he associates it with this.
Standing between Dwayne's spread thighs, Frank applies the excess oil from his fingers to Dwayne's opening, then uses his hand to align himself with it. He pushes until the head of his cock slips inside.
Dwayne gasps as soon as he's breached; it's an awkward angle but it doesn't stop him from throwing his arms around Frank's neck and clamping his long legs around the man's waist, pulling him closer. Frank steadies them and continues pushing until he's in as far as possible, grips Dwayne at the hips, and then starts to thrust.
Dwayne's head falls back, his eyes half-close and his open mouth releases a lewd moan each time Frank plunges into him, while his body pitches back and forth on the table with every thrust. The table rocks and creaks under the force of their movements.
Aching for release, Dwayne frees a hand and starts stroking himself rapidly. His voice is hoarse at this point, his moans coming out more as strained gasps, becoming more breathless as he climbs closer to his peak. His hips start to buck, and with one last hard gasp, he spurts out onto his own stomach, his body stiffening and then uncoiling once it's over.
Frank grabs Dwayne's thighs and drives faster into him, pulling the two of them harder against each other at each collision. In moments, he comes inside Dwayne with a shaky groan. He slides out and catches the edge of the table to keep himself from collapsing into Dwayne.
Dwayne, who has caught his breath in the meantime, gets off the table. "That was pretty awesome."
Frank is still regaining his and waits a few seconds to reply. "I still managed to impress you after all this time?"
"Aww, Frank!" The teenager comes forward to kiss Frank, forgetting the mess on his skin. Frank cries out and pushes him away, but it's a fraction of a second too late.
"No! Dwayne! Ughh…" Frank looks down in disgust at what's now stuck to the hair on his stomach.
"Sorry," the boy says sheepishly. "I just wanted to, you know…"
Frank smiles. "I know." He kisses Dwayne. It's even better than what the teen wanted. "I guess I was going to have to clean up, anyway."
"Yeah. Me, too."
"Oh, by the way," Frank asks, "do you still want to go out to dinner this evening?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"So, we still have time, right?" Dwayne asks coyly.
Frank replies with a mock-exasperated look. "Good Lord, Dwayne…"
Dwayne is all innocence. "What?"
"Are you trying to make up for lost time?"
"Pretty much," the boy says with a shrug. "What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing, if I can survive it."
***
Less than an hour later, Dwayne is on top of Frank, facing backwards, riding him so hard that sweat pours in streams down his back and chest. The teen's incredibly obscene moans and the older man's strained grunts fill the apartment. Neighbors be damned.
It starts not long after breakfast when Dwayne pulls Frank into the bedroom and practically shoves him into bed. He jumps into Frank's lap, sheds what little he was wearing and begins kissing Frank. To Dwayne's happy surprise, Frank catches up with him quickly and returns the kissing and groping with equal fervor.
In fact, Franks seems fearless, today. It's only now that the full reality of his reunion with Dwayne sinks in. Knowing Dwayne is with him where nothing stands in their way strips Frank of his anxieties and any limitations he had when he wasn't in a home of his own.
Dwayne encourages him further, grinding his already-hard dick against him. He then scrambles away and pulls Frank's cock out of his boxers. The teen laps at the engorged head and traces the length of the shaft with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. Frank responds with a groan and his fingers reach to thread through Dwayne's hair. The wet, warm mouth around him works insatiably and he can feel his cock hitting the back of the teenager's throat. Dwayne loves the roughness and sucks even harder.
Frank tries to warn him when he's about to come, but the boy growls at him, so he gives up. A minute later, he spills out into Dwayne's mouth and the teen swallows all of it.
"Do me, now?" Dwayne asks as soon as he licks his lips clean.
Frank conceals an amused smile. Dwayne looks so eagerly wide-eyed and innocent when he says it. "Of course," Frank replies. "But, I think I have a better idea."
"Ooh, what?"
"Lie on your stomach?" Frank suggests.
Dwayne's face lights up. He knows what this means. Yes, this is better. He grabs a pillow, lies down on it so that it raises his butt, and spreads his legs.
Behind him, Frank wets a finger and presses it to Dwayne's hole. He hears a pleased moan in response and continues, rubbing it some more. He spreads the teen's buttocks apart more and gives the opening a teasing lick. The teen gasps and his buttocks involuntarily clench a little. Frank decides to spare him more torture and starts properly massaging him with his tongue, working in circles around the puckered flesh. Dwayne mewls and whimpers, restlessly flexing his toes and arching his back. Sweat starts to collect on his forehead and his breathing gets heavier. His cock throbs beneath him and all he can do is rock his hips a little against the pillow for friction.
Frank stops when his mouth begins to get tired. "Ready?"
"Uh-huh."
While Frank lubes his cock, Dwayne turns around and prepares to take Frank's cock from behind.
"Um, what are you, uh...?" Frank asks, confused.
Dwayne looks over his shoulder. "Can we do it like this? I saw it in a porno."
"Oh, God."
"Pleeease?"
"Eh, go ahead." Frank is not arguing today. He only has Dwayne until tomorrow and discussions waste time. But he has to ask, "You watch porn?"
"Sometimes, when I'm bored. Don't worry; I only think about you when I jerk off."
Frank laughs. "Yeah, right."
"I'm serious! You don't believe me?"
"I do, it just sounds so…unlikely."
Dwayne shakes his head and decides to put off this conversation for later.
The teen reaches back, takes hold of Frank's erection and guides it towards his opening. He pushes down, groaning inch-by-inch until he takes all of it in. He starts to move, slowly and steadily at first, then quickly picks up the pace until he's riding him with full force. His body thrusts up and down with Frank's hands on his waist, adding to the momentum. The mattress bounces beneath them in time to the sound of Dwayne's ass slamming into Frank's pelvis.
Frank's hips accelerate, thrusting him even faster into Dwayne until he erupts inside him with a labored groan. He takes a moment to catch his breath and sits up enough to reach Dwayne's cock from behind. Dwayne is still moving on Frank's softening cock and refocuses his efforts on thrusting into Frank's rapidly stroking fist. With a cry, he comes spurting onto the sheets and Frank's hand, which keeps milking him to the very last drop. He falls off Frank and lands half on him, half next to him, heaving for air.
In lieu of words, the teenager breathes out a tired groan.
"Oh, that good, huh?" Frank manages to reply, smiling.
"Uh-huh," Dwayne says.
"Well, to be fair," Frank says, "you did most of the work, again. Not that I'm complaining."
Dwayne settles comfortably next to Frank, and presses his cheek to the man's shoulder. "You always let me do what I want."
"Ha! As if I could ever tell you what to do."
Their eyes meet and there's a silent agreement that another round is not far off.
Barely twenty minutes pass and Dwayne is making new advances on Frank. Dwayne's idea of advances, though, is getting on top of Frank without the slightest warning. Before Frank even registers what's happening, Dwayne is leaning in and his lips are crashing into Frank's.
"Whoa! Jesus, Dwayne!"
Dwayne ignores him and keeps kissing him until Frank sees he is trapped and has no choice but to kiss him back. He brings a hand up to cradle the boy's face, while his other arm wraps around the teenager's back. Within a few moments, his desire starts to return and whatever happens next is unavoidable. Not that Frank intends to resist.
The boy takes his lips away, and for a second, Frank thinks they'll move somewhere lower, but instead, Dwayne plants them softly on Frank's left cheek. He kisses him again. And again. One after another, he places kisses all over the man's face.
"I love you, Frank," the boy coos.
"I-I love you, too," Frank replies, still surprised.
Frank's heart flutters inside his chest almost fast enough to burst through. Warmth grows in his cheeks and he knows he's flushed; he just doesn't know if he's flustered or aroused. He nearly says, "Aren't you sweet?" but he stops the words before they leave his mouth, even though he means them without a trace of irony. If he brings Dwayne's attention to it, Dwayne might become embarrassed. So, Frank stays silent and gladly lets the boy shower him with love, with a dreamy smile on his face proving his gratitude.
Frank doesn't want to interfere, but he can't keep his hands off Dwayne, either. He carefully brushes his fingers through the boy's hair and caresses his skin wherever his hands can reach, hoping it will encourage him. It seems to; Dwayne starts kissing Frank's beard, leaving pecks along his jaw all the way up to Frank's ear. At the same time, he brings a hand up to the other side of Frank's face, delicately scratching the hairs. A gasp unintentionally escapes Frank's throat when the boy starts to rub his own cheek into Frank's beard and then nuzzles his nose into it.
Frank can barely contain how much he loves every second of it. For a second, he thinks he's going to fall apart under the weight of his own bliss. It's almost more than he can bear, but he never interrupts Dwayne, who is getting more and more persistent in his affections by the minute.
Dwayne's face is now pressed into Frank's chest, and he's kissing and nuzzling it with the same enthusiasm. It's becoming increasingly difficult for Frank to ignore his growing desire. In addition to all the kissing, there's Dwayne's naked body on top of him and in his hands, and he wants him. Badly.
And then, unexpectedly, Dwayne stops and lays his head on Frank's chest.
All of Frank's excitement drains out of him. Something is wrong.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, concerned.
Dwayne takes in a slow breath and sighs it out. "I used to fall asleep with you next to me every night," the boy says. "You always waited, no matter how long it took. Even after the lights were off and I couldn't see you, I still felt you there. When you kissed me in the dark, I knew it was you. And when I woke up, you were usually up before me, but I could hear you in the kitchen. And you always left your cot all neat. Then, when you left, I couldn't sleep. I just-"
Dwayne's voice cracks and he shuts his eyes, holding back tears and cursing himself for breaking at such a bad time.
"Oh, Dwayne…" Frank puts his arms around Dwayne despite his surging guilt.
"Fuck, I ruined it," the boy laments.
Frank tries to soothe him and strokes his hair. "No, Dwayne, no. It's okay."
"I did. I was trying to do something I thought you'd like and I fucking ruined it."
Frank can hear his own heart break and crumble. "No, no! It's not ruined." He gently brushes the boy's cheek. "We have plenty of time to fill before we go out."
"I know. I just really feel like shit, right now."
Frank sighs. There isn't much else he can do besides wait for Dwayne's embarrassment to pass.
"You don't have to, you know," he says. "I think you're being too hard on yourself. It's not like everything you feel was going to disappear overnight."
"I guess."
"And for what it's worth, things were going really well. So, if you want to continue where you left off-whenever you're up for it, of course-I'd like that. A lot."
The boy stays quiets for a few minutes, while Frank continues patiently stroking his hair.
At last, Dwayne quietly says, "Hey, Frank?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Can I come back here soon?"
The question rather surprises Frank. "Of course you can. You can come back next week, if you want to."
"I do. Can I come back, um, every once in a while?"
"I'm surprised you're even asking. You want to come every weekend?"
Dwayne excitedly blurts out, "Yeah-! No, I mean, only if-if you're not busy and you're okay with it and-"
"Relax," Frank assures. "You can come every week. Hell, if I could, I'd adopt you and you'd never leave this apartment. But, then I wouldn't leave it either, and that would be a problem. The only thing is, there might be some times when I really am too busy with work."
"I understand. I don't want bother you or distract you from that."
"Oh, Dwayne. It's not just about the work. When you're here, I'd prefer to have as few things as possible distracting me from you, so I can give you my full attention."
Dwayne finally smiles. Like the previous day, he recovers quickly, realizing that moping is just wasting both his and Frank's time. They should be doing other things. He props himself up and moves closer to give Frank a kiss.
"I take it you feel better?" Franks asks.
"Uh-huh."
"Can I give you my full attention, now?"
Dwayne blushes a little. "Yeah," he says, almost shyly. He affirms it with another kiss. Their hunger returns and they're both unwilling to stop or slow down, this time. Frank holds him with a hand on the back of his neck, while the other instinctively cups an ass-cheek.
Dwayne rolls his hips into Frank, his slender body undulating on top of the man. Frank's hips meet the teen's movements, the two of them hard and thrusting feverishly for friction.
Frank turns them over and dives into Dwayne's neck, a place he knows Dwayne especially likes to be kissed. He decides he's going to return each kiss Dwayne gave him earlier and make damn sure any sadness won’t return.
Resolved, he sets about kissing, tasting, licking, and nipping every available inch of skin. His mouth covers a nipple and his tongue teases it until it's bruised red. Frank becomes more determined the lower he travels. He leaves more red blotches and nibble-marks on Dwayne's belly and the insides of his thighs, where they won’t be seen and Dwayne can enjoy them later. And then, to Dwayne's immense satisfaction, he slides his lips over the teen's cock.
Dwayne's eyes shut tightly and his head falls back. He moans and hisses through his teeth as a wet tongue is dragged up the length of his cock and then rubs the swollen head. His knees bend and his heels dig into the mattress. He forces his eyes open; watching it is always as erotic, if not more, to Dwayne. One shaky hand shoots out and roughly clutches the older man's hair. Frank interprets it as a compliment. The teen lets Frank go on until he gets within seconds of coming and reluctantly makes him stop.
Frank pulls off and, kneeling between Dwayne's legs, grabs Dwayne's hips and brusquely yanks him closer. He gets the lube, lying nearby, and coats his cock with a fresh layer. While the teenager keeps his legs aloft and spread, Frank aligns it with Dwayne's entrance and gradually slides inside. Once he's far enough in, Frank grips both of Dwayne's ankles, and starts to thrust.
The teenager's head lolls to the side and his mouth falls open, releasing a cry each time Frank pumps into him. His hand finds his cock and he starts jerking himself off. Frank's eyes dart between Dwayne's hand pulling on his dick and the infinite variations of complete rapture displayed on the boy's face. Either sight is nearly enough to make him explode. He releases Dwayne's legs and comes down to kiss him. Dwayne immediately wraps his legs around Frank, keeping him close. He wants him deeper, as deep as he'll go.
"Frank?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I get on top, again?"
"Like before?"
"No, I want you to see me, this time."
Frank removes himself. He lies down and Dwayne straddles him. The teen positions himself over Frank's cock and sinks down on the thick length. It's deep, so deep and Frank fills him so perfectly and the ache is so sweet. He begins to rock back and forth, Frank moving him along with his hands on the boy's ass. His thighs ache, just now announcing their soreness with this second assault on them. The teenager only indulges the added pain; he rides even harder until it burns, yelping with every impact.
Frank takes Dwayne's cock and strokes him, then reaches up with his other hand and pulls Dwayne in by the back of the neck into a hard kiss. Dwayne rides him more and more urgently, his moans growing alarmingly loud. He plants his face in Frank's neck and muffles a final, long cry as he comes. The teen keeps moving until he feels Frank's body tense up and release with a strained groan as he comes inside him.
Dwayne topples off of Frank and the two pant for breath as they lie side-by-side.
Frank notices most of Dwayne's orgasm is on his chest, again. "Can I trouble you to get me a wet washcloth or a paper towel or something?" he asks.
"No problem."
Dwayne goes and fetches some paper towels. He sits down next to Frank and cleans him off with a damp one, then wipes him dry.
"Thanks, kid."
The boy runs off again to toss the towels into the garbage, and then hops back into bed, snuggling up next to Frank under the covers. Frank wraps his nephew in his arms and presses his lips into the boy's damp mop of hair. They kiss each other softly while their bodies cool down.
"You know what?" Dwayne says. "I have an idea."
Frank raises an eyebrow. "Uh-oh."
"Hear me out. We've done it here, in the bathroom, and the kitchen, so far. How about we cover the rest of the apartment?"
Frank rolls his eyes, albeit with an amused smile. "That is exactly the sort of thing you would come up with."
"So, where do you want to start? The living room or your study?"
"The stu-there isn't even a place to do it on in the study!"
Dwayne gives him the mischievous smirk Frank knows all too well. "Well, there's a desk. And a chair."
"It doesn't even count as a room. It's an extension of the living room. It's an area."
"Whatever, Frank."
"God, Dwayne. You're going to kill me by the time you leave. Can we at least wait until we've had lunch? I'm going to need to refuel if we're going to do that."
Dwayne starts to laugh. "Ha-wait, what? You're serious?" He was not expecting that answer, at least not so quickly.
"I'm always serious," Frank replies. "Let's give your ass a break, then we'll eat."
***
"So, what exactly do you have in mind for this?" Frank asks.
He and Dwayne are in the small area Frank designated as his study. Naturally, there's a desk, a swivel chair, and more bookshelves. The remaining unpacked boxes of Frank's things sit on the far end, hidden from the rest of the apartment. Most of them are small and Dwayne guesses they're full of fragile, personal things. It doesn't surprise him, then, that most of them are still sealed with tape.
Dwayne stands near the desk, placing the bottle of lube on it for when it's needed. "What's in those boxes?"
"Um…stuff," Frank replies reluctantly. "Pictures. Knick-knacks and other sundries. You know."
The walls are still bare. Dwayne was just a little boy the last time he was in Frank's old apartment, but he remembers that Frank's diplomas and awards were once on display. The old study felt like the most personal of all the rooms. Now, Dwayne imagines, those things only dredge up painful memories. The new one seems empty by comparison despite its smaller size and with all the boxes cluttering it.
"Oh, okay." He doesn’t push for more answers. "Anyway," he says, switching back to the matter at hand, "I have some ideas. I'll let you know when we get there."
Dwayne puts his arms around Frank and the two of them come together to kiss. Frank clasps the back of the teenager's head, while his other hand instinctively slides around the boy's back, drawing their bodies closer together. Dwayne pulls Frank with him toward the desk and sits on the edge of one of its sides. Frank passes a hand up the bare flesh of an inner thigh, feeling it quiver under his touch. Dwayne releases a soft moan. If this is going to be like the kitchen, it's fine by Frank. At least they brought the lube, this time.
Frank kisses Dwayne's ear, then his neck, and then all over the boy's chest. Dwayne arches back and opens his thighs wider, prompting Frank to slide his hand toward the teenager's cock. He strokes it into hardness while pressing his own against Dwayne's groin. He then lets go and lifts Dwayne's legs a little, leans in and kisses the insides of Dwayne's thighs. Dwayne leans on his hands, moaning and hoping Frank will put his mouth where he wants it most.
And, of course, Frank does. Dwayne grips the edge of the desk harder, moaning and arching his back gorgeously as Frank sucks him. His mouth hangs open and lewd moans pour from his throat. Frank could be blowing him for the fiftieth time that day and Dwayne would never get tired of it.
Frank pulls off and comes up to kiss Dwayne, once again taking his erection and stroking him. The boy leans into him and holds on with arms around Frank's back, whimpering into his neck.
"Ahh…Frank, now. Please."
"Alright, you. Lie back."
Dwayne lies flat on the desk and Frank has him scoot closer so that his ass is right on the edge. He lubes his cock and spreads Dwayne's legs, smearing excess lubricant from his hand onto the teen's opening. He presses the head of his cock there, and once he buries himself to the hilt, he lifts the boy's thighs and starts to thrust.
The solid desk doesn't sway like the table did, but Dwayne's body rocks backward every time Frank thrusts. He stretches his arms back and holds on to the desk's sides. The surface is hard and unforgiving, and the skin on his back starts to hurt from rubbing against it. He ignores it, but there's something else he wants.
"Frank…Frank, stop."
"What? What's wrong?"
"Turn me over."
Frank only hesitates for a moment. He pulls out and steps away, giving Dwayne room to come off the desk and reposition himself. The teen bends over the desk and rests his hands on it, cheekily sticking his ass out.
"Your back looks kind of chafed," Frank says, noticing the inflamed skin.
"Eh, don't worry about it."
"I worry." Frank leans in, runs his fingers up Dwayne's back where it isn't red and kisses him between the shoulder blades. "I worry a lot. Besides, I can’t send you home all bruised and broken."
Frank aligns his cock with Dwayne's opening and re-enters him. He resumes thrusting, building up to his previous pace. Dwayne answers each collision of Frank's pelvis against his ass with a loud, obscene moan. His hands and arms start to ache slightly after a few minutes, but he ignores that, too. Any discomfort is overpowered by the feeling of Frank driving deeply into him.
And then a hand grasps his cock from behind and strokes him. It's not long before he's crying out and gushing over Frank's hand, some of it landing on the desk. Frank summons up all of his remaining strength and soon follows, groaning and slumping over Dwayne's back.
Frank takes a few seconds to catch his breath and lets his cock slip out of Dwayne. He bends and presses his face to the teenager's damp back.
"I think the whole building heard you, this time," Frank says.
"That's your fault," Dwayne replies. He shivers when Frank starts carefully kissing him up his spine. The boy turns half-around to meet Frank's lips when he reaches the summit of his path.
The boy twirls around and the two of them merge in a tight press of arms and mouths. His heart hasn't even slowed, and he's already eager for more.
"So, was that more or less what you wanted?" Frank asks.
"Yeah," the teenager rasps, smiling and looking quite satisfied. "Thanks, Frank."
Frank pulls away. "Good. Now, clean up the mess you made." He gives Dwayne's ass a healthy slap and retires to the bedroom.
***
A while later, Frank throws on some clothes and goes to take out the trash and pick up the mail on the way back. Upon his return, as he's opening the door to his apartment, the door across the hallway unlocks and opens a few inches. His neighbor, an elderly woman Frank has guessed to be in her 70s, peers out through the space. Except for a fat longhair cat, she lives alone and is always friendly to Frank whenever they come upon each other in the elevator or in the hall, like now.
Frank turns halfway around and smiles. "Oh, hello."
The old woman does not reply. Instead, she remains hidden behind the door. Frank can barely see her face.
Frank tries to repeat himself louder in case she didn't hear. "Hi, Ms.-"
"Hello," she says, spitting the word. There's a pause, and then she adds, "Having a guest over?"
Fear wraps its cold fingers around Frank's throat and squeezes. "I, uh, I…" he stammers.
"Of all people… in my day, people like you at least had the decency to keep their disgusting lifestyles to themselves. God knows what you're doing and one day you'll have to answer to Him!"
The door slams and locks angrily from inside.
Frank stands at the door, frozen, keys in one hand, mail in the other. He takes a breath and forces his body inside his apartment. He hangs up his keys and throws the mail on the kitchen table, then washes his hands in the sink. He can still feel leftover tremors of fear inside his chest.
Dwayne is just as Frank left him, naked, but in the living room, reposing on the couch. When Frank sees him, he notices Dwayne's dick is hard and lying on his stomach. The teen looks at him and slides his fingers up his thigh and around his cock, giving it a slow pull.
"Hey, you want to tick the living room off the list?" he purrs.
Frank simply stares at him. It hasn't left him completely.
Dwayne tilts his head curiously. "What the hell are you doing still standing there? I want you. Now." He wets his finger with a flick of his tongue and rubs a nipple. He then slumps down and opens his legs more, exposing his entrance. "Well?"
He's just about to reach down to finger himself when Frank rushes to him and grips his cock, wrenching a gasp from the boy's lungs. He kisses him fiercely.
"About time," the teen huffs.
Frank gets on the couch with him and pulls off his shirt while Dwayne strips him of everything below the waist.
"Get over here," Frank commands.
The teenager obediently straddles the man's lap. Frank takes Dwayne's erection in his hand again and strokes him. The boy moans and bites his lip; Frank can feel the youth's limbs going loose and the lanky body surrendering.
"What makes you scream the loudest?" the older man asks.
"Huh?" Dwayne blurts, shocked. Frank isn't usually the one who talks dirty.
"What does it take to really send you over the edge and make you scream like you did in bed this morning?"
"I thought you wanted me to keep it down."
"Fuck that. Tell me what I need to do."
Dwayne is more than happy to tell him. Frank's boldness is making him hornier by the second. "The best thing is when you're fucking me fast and hard or if I'm on top riding you and I can feel your dick all the way inside me and you’re jerking me off at the same time."
"Will this work?"
"Sure."
Dwayne mounts himself on Frank's cock and rides him until he's actually exhausted, for once. For whatever reason Frank wants him to scream, he guesses Frank wants it to be genuine. So, he screams himself hoarse.
When it's over, and their hearts pound like hummingbird wings, Dwayne slumps into Frank and asks with his first full breath, "Is that what you wanted?"
Frank smiles against the boy's skin. "Perfect."