Fic: Eromenos
Title: Eromenos
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage, incest, language, clothing!kink, blatant abuse of history for highly unsavory purposes.
Summary: Dwayne gets an interesting history lesson after a very unusual request from Frank.
Disclaimer: LMS is not mine.
A/N: eromenos - ("beloved") An adolescent boy who was courted by an older man, or was in an erotic relationship with him. When I learned about the kinds of relationships that took place between adult men and adolescent boys in ancient Greece, guess whom I thought of immediately (well, except the incest part...). It was a mentoring relationship in which the older man (erastes, "lover") guided the boy into a full-fledged adult and citizen of the state. (you can read more about it here) I imagine in my own fics Frank being a mentor to Dwayne in a loving and completely non-abusive relationship.
Thanks again to muselolita for the beta!
Shortly after 1:00 A.M., Frank and Dwayne landed side by side in Dwayne’s small bed after a rare instance of nighttime sex. Sweaty and panting, their limbs still partly tangled, they waited for their hearts to slow. Frank put his arm around Dwayne and pressed his forehead to Dwayne’s shoulder. They usually did this during the day when Dwayne could moan and wail to his heart’s content, but at night, he had to keep his mouth shut and his teeth clenched so as not to let a sound escape.
Frank had climbed into bed with him as he did every night, but it became quite clear after a few minutes that Dwayne wanted to do more than just their usual cuddling and kissing. Frank’s best guess was that the teenager had leftover energy from the day that he still needed to release. They’d had a long, stimulating conversation, so stimulating, in fact, that it resulted in Dwayne scrambling into Frank’s lap and demanding to be fucked right then.
Sheryl and Richard would have been amazed if they knew how much Dwayne spoke to Frank. Dwayne knew Frank was brilliant and constantly engaged him in conversation, asking questions and inquiring Frank’s views on things. At first, it was about Nietzsche and philosophy, and Dwayne learned from Frank even more than from what he had read on his own. They expanded to other schools of thought, and then on to many other subjects. Dwayne ate it all up, hanging on to every word. He loved listening to Frank, who had a way of making anything sound interesting. He felt sublimely privileged that someone so learned would bother to share his knowledge with him. Brimming with gratitude and intellectual insight, he would then initiate a midday tryst, so there was something in it for Frank, as well. Conversing with Dwayne made him feel less idle and useless and the reward far exceeded any other he had ever earned for his instruction.
That day, after Frank explained the finer points of French existentialism, Dwayne begged Frank to bend him over one of the armrests of the couch. Frank could never make himself like to do it that way, even though Dwayne wanted it. He could reconcile and rationalize any other aspect of their relationship, but this, for some reason, made him feel like a pervert. But, he begrudgingly gave in as he always did. If Dwayne was the one asking for it, there couldn’t be any harm in it, he figured.
Frank wasn’t crazy about what Dwayne wanted to do that night, either. It scared him out if his mind to think that someone could come through the door at any moment and find them naked, mid-coitus.
“You always get what you want, don’t you?” Frank remarked, after.
Dwayne chuckled. “I try.”
“You brat,” Frank grumbled. “I don’t know why I let you do everything you want, and why I always do things for you.”
“What are you so mad for, all of a sudden? You know, you can always ask for something you want. You know I like making you happy, don’t you Frank?
“Yeah, sure you do. I spoil you terribly, even though I shouldn’t. You already don’t listen to anything your mother or Richard tell you. I wouldn’t have let you get away with that nine-month tantrum.”
“Then, discipline me, Frank,” Dwayne purred, inching closer to him.
“Oh, please,” Frank scoffed. “You’d love that. I’d just be rewarding your bad behavior even more.”
“Then, I’ll-I’ll do something for you to make up for it!”
Frank was unimpressed. “Oh, will you, now?”
“Yeah! Anything you want,” Dwayne said. “And I do mean anything,” he suggestively added.
“What type of anything? I have a pretty good idea of what anything means to you. I bet it doesn’t involve taking over laundry duty for a week, or cleaning up after yourself, or anything you’d actually hate.”
Dwayne was somewhat taken aback by Frank’s stern tone. “Well, fine, I could,” he quietly said. “I didn’t know you were really this mad. Sorry.”
Frank sighed and his disposition abated. “No, no, I’m not. I just worry about you, sometimes. I get the sense that your mother and Richard just don’t know what to do with you. Richard has pretty much given up because he knows you can’t stand him, and your mother is just exhausted. I care about you, and I want to help, but with what we’re doing…I don’t know.”
“You are helping, just…unconventionally.”
“Maybe. Also, don’t you think we’re past the point where you bribe me with sex for everything? I’d like to think both you and I are above that, and that we ought to be a bit more upfront with each other.”
“Oh. Okay,” Dwayne said sheepishly. “Sorry about that. I just feel bad because I made you do something you didn’t really like, but then I whine when you ask me.” Dwayne hated the idea of anyone taking advantage of and mistreating Frank, so nothing made him feel worse than when he realized he was too close to doing it, too. For one, he used to keep his room spotless as practice for the discipline of the Air Force academy, but after the discovery of his color-blindness, he returned to his slovenly ways. Frank had become de facto housekeeper for his stay, but it was still wrong to assume Frank would wash every last plate after him.
“You didn’t make me, Dwayne," Frank said. "Don’t worry about it. Let’s move on.”
They were both silent for a few beats. Frank then tilted his head curiously and examined Dwayne with a concentrated glance, leaving Dwayne to wonder why the hell he was looking at him like that.
“You know, I’ve always wondered what you would look like in normal, sensible clothes.”
Dwayne stared back at Frank. “Uh, what?”
“You, with your wrinkled T-shirts and your dirty jeans,” Frank replied. “I think I’ll actually take you up on your offer. I want to see you in some ironed pants and a nice, clean shirt.”
The teenager was thoroughly stunned. “Frank, what? Really? You can’t be serious! The fuck-why?”
“Because it’s what I want. That was the deal, was it not? It’s not like I can force you, anyway. I can just ask very nicely.”
“I…ugh, but why like that? It’s so fucking…dorky.”
“Part curiosity, part depravity, I suppose. There’s something oddly appealing in seeing someone appear clean and straight-laced. Well, to me, at least.”
Dwayne huffed, “That’s pretty much how you dress, though, isn’t it? What do you want me to dress like, like I’m your student or something?”
“I don’t think I’m going to be involving myself with students any time soon…” Frank dourly replied.
Dwayne realized his mistake to his own horror. “I…oh, fuck, I didn’t mean-!”
“It’s okay, Dwayne. You’re right, though. I’ve never really done well around anyone hugely different from me; always sort of stuck to my own, dorky kind. You seem to be the one exception, though. I don’t know why. You dress like you just reach into a drawer and put on the first thing that comes out.”
“Yeah, so?” the teenager snickered.
“So, will you do it? For me? I’ll give you the money. Just get a white shirt and maybe a sweater. They don’t have to be expensive. You know, if you do this, you’ll probably get something out of it too…”
Dwayne remembered all the times he pestered Frank into going outside his comfort zone. “You’re fucking weird, Frank. But, alright,” he agreed.
Frank put his arm around Dwayne and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you. I promise it won’t be as bad as you think.”
***
Two days later, Dwayne stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring disappointedly at his reflection. He’d picked out clothes that he thought Frank would like but that he didn’t hate entirely, either, yet he still wasn’t satisfied with the way they looked on him. They felt so foreign and unnatural, as though his skin would erupt into a rash just from contact. But it was for Frank and only that mattered. Above everything, Dwayne wanted to make Frank happy, and his discomfort seemed trivial compared to how he would feel knowing he had done something to please him.
All the same, he was anxious. The choice of clothes was to be a surprise and he did not know whether or not Frank would actually like them. The other times when they did something like this, it had been Dwayne’s idea entirely and Frank did not have any expectations when Dwayne was surprising him out of the blue.
While Frank waited for Dwayne in his room, he still fussed with the navy-blue sweater and the collar of the white shirt underneath. His slacks were from his own wardrobe, required for the rare formal event, Grandpa’s funeral most recently. He showered just before and his hair was still wet, so he patted it down to make it look neat.
There was no use in further stalling. He had to leave the bathroom eventually. He took a breath and went to his room.
Frank heard him approaching and straightened up in anticipation. When Dwayne appeared in the door, his eyes widened.
“Oh…wow…”
Dwayne remained at the door, embarrassed and more nervous than ever, interpreting Frank’s reaction as less than positive. He didn’t meet Frank’s eyes and wished he could turn around and go lock himself in the bathroom.
After a few painful seconds, Frank raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked, “Hey? Are you coming here, or what?”
Dwayne reluctantly crossed the threshold and stood awkwardly in front of Frank, who gazed up at him from the bed. He still looked off to the side and prayed Frank would say something soon so that it would be over.
“This is just…wow,” Frank said. “I can’t even believe what I’m looking at.”
Dwayne finally looked directly at Frank. “I- I wasn’t sure if you would like it…”
“Well, I would personally dress you better, but you were on a budget,” Frank said. He examined Dwayne from head to toe, noticing the buttoned white cuffs folded back over the sleeves of the sweater and the way they encircled the thin, pale wrists. “Still, considering, this is very nice. Not bad. Not bad at all.”
“It is? Really? You do like it?”
Frank’s head tilted sideways, his expression completely incredulous. “Oh, Dwayne!” He grabbed both of Dwayne’s hands and pulled him closer. “Are you kidding me? You look perfect. Get down here, you.”
He tugged on Dwayne’s hands again and Dwayne landed sideways in his lap. “I’m sorry if I came off like I didn’t like it; I just couldn’t think of what to say. I was speechless.”
“Oh. Okay.” Whew.
Frank kept pulling lightly on the sweater and the collar and rubbing the fabric between his fingers, absorbed in inspecting it carefully.
“So, are we even, now?” Dwayne asked.
“Not quite yet,” Frank said with a glint in his eye. He put his hands around the teenager’s waist and drew him in for a kiss. Dwayne returned the kiss but remained mostly immobile, still unsure and painfully self-aware. But Frank was relentless; he refused to stop kissing him and groping him through the layers of fabric until Dwayne began to slacken, feeling lighter in Frank’s lap and gradually responding more. Dwayne’s fingers crept upward and he pressed his hand lightly to Frank’s chest. His fingers started to curl, just barely grasping at Frank’s shirt without knowing he was doing it.
“God, you are so beautiful like this,” Frank murmured into Dwayne’s neck. “This is even better than I thought it would be.”
“Oh, God, Frank…” Dwayne mumbled. He thought he was in the clear as far as the awkwardness.
“Well, you know what? You’re still paying me back, so you’re just going to have to deal with it.”
“No, I’m sorry. I keep meaning not to complain, but I always forget.”
Frank clasped both hands around the boy’s face and smiled. “You.” He gave him a deep but tender kiss. Dwayne could never figure out why those stole his breath away the most. Frank then pulled him into an especially hard kiss; Dwayne’s hand shot up to Frank’s shoulder and he leaned in, at last returning his uncle’s fervor equally. With his anxieties gone, Dwayne began pulling his sweater off and his shirt from out of his pants, but Frank unexpectedly made him stop.
“No! Actually, can you keep this on?” he shyly asked. “At least for now.”
Dwayne smiled widely and giggled. “Damn, you do like this, don’t you? Okay!”
“You know, you do sort of look like a student. Well, not these days. I’ve had students show up at my lectures looking like they just rolled out of bed-pretty much like you dress normally. Go figure.”
Dwayne replied meekly, “Yeah…sorry I said that the other day…”
“Oh, Dwayne! I already forgot about that. It takes a little more than a tiny faux pas to put me off. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“But, I- I wouldn’t mind being one of your students. I mean, I’ve already learned a lot from you.”
Frank laughed with a note of sarcasm. “Yeah, I bet you have! Lots of really valuable, indispensable knowledge. Sure.”
“Well, it’s still something. But, come on, it’s not just that. Wouldn’t you say that I’m sort of like…your protégé?”
Frank paused and thought about it, surprised that Dwayne would even say such a thing. Dwayne did look up to him, but Frank never thought of him as ever being anyone’s follower. “I suppose so,” he said with a shrug. “Do you think I’m really the best person to have as a mentor?”
Dwayne gave Frank a stone-cold look of incredulity. “Uh, duh! Do we have to do this again? You are. I say you are and that’s it.”
“Ha! I guess that settles it, then!” Frank said and kissed him, as if to seal the agreement. “Actually, did you know that it was the practice in ancient Greece for an older man to take a teenage boy under his wing and teach him and guide him into manhood… and also as his lover?”
The boy’s mouth fell open in amazement. “Seriously?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Like, it was totally normal?”
“Yep. But it wasn’t that simple. There was a whole tradition and system to it. The boy often had more than one suitor. They had to court the teenager and offer him gifts, and it only happened if the boy made his choice and accepted.”
Dwayne replied, thoughtfully, “Wow, that actually sounds kind of…romantic.”
Frank’s eyebrows rose in a familiar sign of disbelief. “Oh, God, Dwayne. I never thought I’d hear you use that word positively.”
Frank thought, when the time came, that the least painless way for their affair to end would be if Dwayne realized that it was wrong after all, and then chose to sever it on his own. Yet, Dwayne seemed to be farther from that than ever.
“You know, as glad as I am that you’re learning things, ancient traditions don’t really fly as an acceptable defense, nowadays. I don’t think even the ancient Greeks would approve of what we’re doing.”
“Well, then, we’re both behind and ahead of our times. It’s not that different from what we have, is it?”
Frank sighed. “Oh, you. You are just… I’m going to regret telling you this. I bet you’d get a kick out of what the courting ritual was for the men to do to the teenagers.”
“What was it?”
“It was, um, pretty forward, definitely not something you could get away with today.”
Dwayne's curiosity was piqued more than ever. “Well, fuck, then. Let’s do it!”
“Don’t you want to know what it is?”
“Just show me. I’m glad you told me this. We can make it officially official.”
Frank shook his head. “You’re something else, you know that? You make fun of me for wanting to see you in proper clothes, but now you want to do historical role-playing. Eh, fine, then. Why don’t you go stand over there? And you might want to open your pants since you’re not usually in the habit of walking around in a toga.”
“Open my-? Okay, I have to know what this is!”
Dwayne left Frank’s lap, took a few steps back, and undid his belt and fly. Frank stood up, approached him, and reached with one hand into Dwayne’s pants to pull out his cock-unsurprised that Dwayne wasn’t wearing any underwear; he seldom did, now-and with his other hand grasped his chin, gazing straight into his eyes. Dwayne breath hitched and he couldn’t help but blush and turn his eyes away demurely. To Frank, it was as beautiful a sight as he had ever seen, and he could understand the appeal of the custom. He stopped Dwayne from turning his head away and kissed him while his other hand kept a firm grip the teenager’s member.
“Th-they really did this?” Dwayne asked, still shocked.
Frank nodded.
“Did they kiss, too?”
“I don’t know,” Frank said, “but I am,” and kissed him again. “So, do you choose me?”
Dwayne’s voice trembled as he replied, “I-I do.”
“Thank you,” Frank said. He moved his hand slowly up and down Dwayne’s cock a few times, encouraged by the way it awoke and hardened in his grip. “I’m lucky for it. I hope I’ve earned this.”
“Does this mean I‘m yours, too?” Dwayne asked, gazing back vulnerably at the older man, silently pleading for validation.
Frank gently ran his thumb across the boy’s lower lip. “Of course.”
“That’s all I want.”
They returned to the bed and Dwayne was back in Frank’s lap, straddling him. While Frank could never be accused of lacking passion, Dwayne quickly noticed that the clothes had been a very good idea, after all. Frank could never conceal it, and there was no question something had especially stoked it. Dwayne started urgently rocking and grinding against Frank’s groin, while Frank gripped him by the thighs and rocked his own hips up into him.
The teenager began unbuttoning Frank’s shirt and pressed his face into Frank’s chest, leaving kisses lower down his stomach with each opened button like a ritual until the last one so Frank could remove it. Dwayne opened Frank’s pants with much more haste and pulled Frank’s cock into his mouth.
Frank groaned heavily as Dwayne sucked him; it was always astonishing and deeply arousing to see his nephew’s luscious mouth moving so determinedly around him. He put a hand on his neck, gently guiding him back and forth. When he made him stop, Dwayne came back up and met him again with a kiss.
Frank then had Dwayne lay back, and he stripped down to his boxers, moved in over him, coming down to lavish him with more kisses. He brought a hand up and lovingly stroked the boy’s cheek.
“You know, I might be your mentor, but you know I’m still completely powerless to you,” he whispered. “You have me completely, whether you know it or not.”
The boy had no words in answer, but his eyes said everything for him.
Frank moved on to tasting Dwayne’s neck and throat anywhere it was uncovered, leaving a pleasing burn on the delicate skin with his beard. His hand crawled up under the shirt, feeling his way up to the boy’s chest to tease and pinch a nipple, which always made the teenager squirm and moan like few other things did. Frank liked how the sweater felt against his own bare skin. It wasn’t of bad quality; Dwayne chose the best he could find for the money he was given. Frank raised it along with the shirt high enough to put his mouth to the exposed stomach and chest, licking and sucking the teen's nipples with a wet mouth and swirling tongue. He moved down Dwayne’s belly, kissing and tasting, and paused to roll his tongue in and around the navel.
Frank kept going, down to where Dwayne’s pants were opened and his erection was out, resting on his belly. He gripped it at the base and began to lick and rub his lips along the length of the shaft and tease the swollen-red head with kisses and flicks of his tongue before taking it into his mouth. His other hand reached out and continued caressing him.
Dwayne’s bliss barely permitted him to breathe, much less make a sound. It made no difference how many times they had done this; he also could never get over seeing his own uncle, whom he had known his entire life, moving his lips up and down his length and swallowing him all the way to the root with the eagerness and hunger of a man half his age. Dwayne wondered how many men Frank had been with and how on earth he got to be in the same company. He was much more willing and less conflicted about their relationship than Frank, but it never completely stopped seeming surreal for either of them.
Frank pulled off and sat up. He pushed on Dwayne to turn him over, which Dwayne gladly complied with and rolled himself onto his belly. Frank knelt behind him and brusquely pulled the teenager’s pants down, uncovering his ass. He removed them completely with a few quick yanks and let them fall to the floor, never taking his eyes off the perfect curves of the soft, pale flesh. He then gripped Dwayne by the hips and pulled him backward, silently instructing him to get on his knees and raise his ass up. As soon as Dwayne did it, Frank leaned in, spread Dwayne’s buttocks and ran his tongue deep within the crease.
Dwayne instantly shuddered and moaned, exactly the reaction Frank had intended to elicit. He found Dwayne’s entrance, carefully licking it and massaging it with his tongue. With his eyes clenched tight, Dwayne tried to keep himself from trembling, even though his entire body, so overwhelmed, had frozen. He whimpered, weakly enough to barely force a sound from his throat, as Frank worked the tip of his tongue in wet circles around his opening. His fists bunched the bed sheet beneath while his limbs strained to remain steady and fixed.
When Frank stopped, he got the lube out from under the mattress and applied it to his fingers. Dwayne was already eagerly waiting with his legs spread for more. Frank slid a finger into him, making him arch and throw his head back with a moan, and he cried out even louder when Frank pressed into his prostate. Frank continued moving his finger inside him; he loved to watch Dwayne with a fascination for all the different reactions he could get from him. It always got Dwayne so wound up and could’ve gone on much longer because Dwayne so desperately craved being teased out of his mind.
Frank removed his finger, then shed his boxers and lubed himself. He knelt in front of Dwayne and pushed the teenager’s bent knees far apart, then used his hand to guide his cock into him. With a push, he was inside, confirmed by a groan from Dwayne. He pressed further until he was flush against Dwayne’s ass, held the boy’s legs up, and started to thrust.
Dwayne rolled his hips to match Frank, pitching back and forth on the bed with the impact of his thrusts. Frank let go of Dwayne’s legs, passed his hands up the boy’s chest and bent forward to reconnect with his mouth. The boy reached for him, too, winding his arms tightly around the older man’s back to keep him there.
After a few moments, Frank unexpectedly freed himself of Dwayne’s hold. Dwayne whimpered, but then realized Frank wanted to turn them over.
Now on top, Dwayne adjusted his position, straddling him, and sank deeper onto Frank’s cock until he sat fully impaled on it and his ass met with Frank’s pelvis.
“Oh, fuck, Frank…”
“I just wanted a better view,” Frank said, smiling warmly. He reached up and clasped the back of Dwayne’s head to bring him down for a kiss. His hands ran through the boy’s damp hair, and then he released him, letting him straighten up and resume.
As soon Dwayne was ready, he rested his hands on the bed on either side of Frank’s shoulders and started moving, with Frank holding him at the waist, guiding his rhythm.
Dwayne wasted no time and sped up quickly, swaying and bouncing hard and fast, making the bed bounce with him, moaning every time he collided with Frank. Transfixed, Frank couldn’t take his eyes off of the look of absolute ecstasy on the boy’s face, his tightly-shut eyes, or the parted mouth that poured out the most gorgeously obscene sounds. Frank’s hands roamed all over and bunched the sweater in fists tight enough to leave finger-shaped stretch marks in the fabric.
Dwayne, however, felt overheated and stifled under the two layers of clothing. Sweat poured down his back and he wiped away what was coating his forehead. Frank recognized Dwayne’s discomfort, hearing a difference in his breathing and sensing the strain in his movements.
“You can take that off, if you want,” he said.
“Thanks.” Dwayne removed the sweater and unbuttoned the soaked shirt in seconds and gladly threw both to the floor. He returned to the same furious, break-neck pace in a second, placing one hand behind him on Frank’s leg while resting the other on the man’s chest for support. Unburdened, he started moaning and grunting in the loudest and most vulgar ways-exactly how he was supposed to during the day.
Frank couldn’t keep his hands off Dwayne’s ass; he grabbed him by the buttocks, squeezing and kneading them possessively, thrusting himself up and pulling him down with more force. To Dwayne’s delight, he gave his ass a good, stinging slap that made him yelp and then giggle.
“Do it again!”
Smack.
“The other one!”
Smack.
“Harder!”
SMACK.
“Jesus, Frank! Not that hard! Haha, just kidding!”
“That’s not funny, Dwayne!” SMACK.
“Aw, fuck!”
With his excitement taken to new levels, Dwayne began riding Frank even harder, putting in every last ounce of strength.
Frank’s hips jerked sharply and he groaned as he came inside Dwayne, who answered with his own moan upon feeling the surge of heat within him. Frank then took a moment to catch his breath, and with Dwayne still on him, he took Dwayne’s cock in his hand and stroked him. The teenager whined and grunted while Frank’s fist worked him, bucking his hips urgently while still sitting on Frank’s softening cock. His head fell back and his mouth released a loud, aching moan as he spurted over Frank’s hand. He rolled off of Frank and landed next to him on the bed, their limbs still tangled and clinging while they lay gasping for air and unable to move.
Once Frank had recovered, he gently put his hand on Dwayne’s chest, which rose and fell with heavy breaths and glowed pale with a layer of sweat. The boy’s cheeks were flushed pink and his eyelashes fluttered with his sleepy eyes.
“You’re the perfect argument for why the ancients did what they did,” he murmured, then moved his hand to Dwayne’s ruddy cheek.
Dwayne closed his eyes and blushed, but he didn’t complain for Frank’s sake.
“They’d be lining up for you. And I’d bet you’d rebuff all of them, you heartbreaker.”
“Not you,” Dwayne quietly said. His ass still stung and he examined the red marks with perverse satisfaction.
“Oh? Are you sure about that?” Frank teased.
“Frank!”
Frank chuckled and said, “Well, I know I’d try my damnedest to win you over. I wouldn’t give up.”
“I know,” Dwayne said, looking earnestly into Frank’s eyes. “And…and I wouldn’t leave you…like that.”
“Oh…” Frank embraced the boy closer, kissed him deeply, and pressed him to his cheek, rocking him in his arms. “I know you wouldn’t, kid. I know.”
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage, incest, language, clothing!kink, blatant abuse of history for highly unsavory purposes.
Summary: Dwayne gets an interesting history lesson after a very unusual request from Frank.
Disclaimer: LMS is not mine.
A/N: eromenos - ("beloved") An adolescent boy who was courted by an older man, or was in an erotic relationship with him. When I learned about the kinds of relationships that took place between adult men and adolescent boys in ancient Greece, guess whom I thought of immediately (well, except the incest part...). It was a mentoring relationship in which the older man (erastes, "lover") guided the boy into a full-fledged adult and citizen of the state. (you can read more about it here) I imagine in my own fics Frank being a mentor to Dwayne in a loving and completely non-abusive relationship.
Thanks again to muselolita for the beta!
Shortly after 1:00 A.M., Frank and Dwayne landed side by side in Dwayne’s small bed after a rare instance of nighttime sex. Sweaty and panting, their limbs still partly tangled, they waited for their hearts to slow. Frank put his arm around Dwayne and pressed his forehead to Dwayne’s shoulder. They usually did this during the day when Dwayne could moan and wail to his heart’s content, but at night, he had to keep his mouth shut and his teeth clenched so as not to let a sound escape.
Frank had climbed into bed with him as he did every night, but it became quite clear after a few minutes that Dwayne wanted to do more than just their usual cuddling and kissing. Frank’s best guess was that the teenager had leftover energy from the day that he still needed to release. They’d had a long, stimulating conversation, so stimulating, in fact, that it resulted in Dwayne scrambling into Frank’s lap and demanding to be fucked right then.
Sheryl and Richard would have been amazed if they knew how much Dwayne spoke to Frank. Dwayne knew Frank was brilliant and constantly engaged him in conversation, asking questions and inquiring Frank’s views on things. At first, it was about Nietzsche and philosophy, and Dwayne learned from Frank even more than from what he had read on his own. They expanded to other schools of thought, and then on to many other subjects. Dwayne ate it all up, hanging on to every word. He loved listening to Frank, who had a way of making anything sound interesting. He felt sublimely privileged that someone so learned would bother to share his knowledge with him. Brimming with gratitude and intellectual insight, he would then initiate a midday tryst, so there was something in it for Frank, as well. Conversing with Dwayne made him feel less idle and useless and the reward far exceeded any other he had ever earned for his instruction.
That day, after Frank explained the finer points of French existentialism, Dwayne begged Frank to bend him over one of the armrests of the couch. Frank could never make himself like to do it that way, even though Dwayne wanted it. He could reconcile and rationalize any other aspect of their relationship, but this, for some reason, made him feel like a pervert. But, he begrudgingly gave in as he always did. If Dwayne was the one asking for it, there couldn’t be any harm in it, he figured.
Frank wasn’t crazy about what Dwayne wanted to do that night, either. It scared him out if his mind to think that someone could come through the door at any moment and find them naked, mid-coitus.
“You always get what you want, don’t you?” Frank remarked, after.
Dwayne chuckled. “I try.”
“You brat,” Frank grumbled. “I don’t know why I let you do everything you want, and why I always do things for you.”
“What are you so mad for, all of a sudden? You know, you can always ask for something you want. You know I like making you happy, don’t you Frank?
“Yeah, sure you do. I spoil you terribly, even though I shouldn’t. You already don’t listen to anything your mother or Richard tell you. I wouldn’t have let you get away with that nine-month tantrum.”
“Then, discipline me, Frank,” Dwayne purred, inching closer to him.
“Oh, please,” Frank scoffed. “You’d love that. I’d just be rewarding your bad behavior even more.”
“Then, I’ll-I’ll do something for you to make up for it!”
Frank was unimpressed. “Oh, will you, now?”
“Yeah! Anything you want,” Dwayne said. “And I do mean anything,” he suggestively added.
“What type of anything? I have a pretty good idea of what anything means to you. I bet it doesn’t involve taking over laundry duty for a week, or cleaning up after yourself, or anything you’d actually hate.”
Dwayne was somewhat taken aback by Frank’s stern tone. “Well, fine, I could,” he quietly said. “I didn’t know you were really this mad. Sorry.”
Frank sighed and his disposition abated. “No, no, I’m not. I just worry about you, sometimes. I get the sense that your mother and Richard just don’t know what to do with you. Richard has pretty much given up because he knows you can’t stand him, and your mother is just exhausted. I care about you, and I want to help, but with what we’re doing…I don’t know.”
“You are helping, just…unconventionally.”
“Maybe. Also, don’t you think we’re past the point where you bribe me with sex for everything? I’d like to think both you and I are above that, and that we ought to be a bit more upfront with each other.”
“Oh. Okay,” Dwayne said sheepishly. “Sorry about that. I just feel bad because I made you do something you didn’t really like, but then I whine when you ask me.” Dwayne hated the idea of anyone taking advantage of and mistreating Frank, so nothing made him feel worse than when he realized he was too close to doing it, too. For one, he used to keep his room spotless as practice for the discipline of the Air Force academy, but after the discovery of his color-blindness, he returned to his slovenly ways. Frank had become de facto housekeeper for his stay, but it was still wrong to assume Frank would wash every last plate after him.
“You didn’t make me, Dwayne," Frank said. "Don’t worry about it. Let’s move on.”
They were both silent for a few beats. Frank then tilted his head curiously and examined Dwayne with a concentrated glance, leaving Dwayne to wonder why the hell he was looking at him like that.
“You know, I’ve always wondered what you would look like in normal, sensible clothes.”
Dwayne stared back at Frank. “Uh, what?”
“You, with your wrinkled T-shirts and your dirty jeans,” Frank replied. “I think I’ll actually take you up on your offer. I want to see you in some ironed pants and a nice, clean shirt.”
The teenager was thoroughly stunned. “Frank, what? Really? You can’t be serious! The fuck-why?”
“Because it’s what I want. That was the deal, was it not? It’s not like I can force you, anyway. I can just ask very nicely.”
“I…ugh, but why like that? It’s so fucking…dorky.”
“Part curiosity, part depravity, I suppose. There’s something oddly appealing in seeing someone appear clean and straight-laced. Well, to me, at least.”
Dwayne huffed, “That’s pretty much how you dress, though, isn’t it? What do you want me to dress like, like I’m your student or something?”
“I don’t think I’m going to be involving myself with students any time soon…” Frank dourly replied.
Dwayne realized his mistake to his own horror. “I…oh, fuck, I didn’t mean-!”
“It’s okay, Dwayne. You’re right, though. I’ve never really done well around anyone hugely different from me; always sort of stuck to my own, dorky kind. You seem to be the one exception, though. I don’t know why. You dress like you just reach into a drawer and put on the first thing that comes out.”
“Yeah, so?” the teenager snickered.
“So, will you do it? For me? I’ll give you the money. Just get a white shirt and maybe a sweater. They don’t have to be expensive. You know, if you do this, you’ll probably get something out of it too…”
Dwayne remembered all the times he pestered Frank into going outside his comfort zone. “You’re fucking weird, Frank. But, alright,” he agreed.
Frank put his arm around Dwayne and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you. I promise it won’t be as bad as you think.”
***
Two days later, Dwayne stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring disappointedly at his reflection. He’d picked out clothes that he thought Frank would like but that he didn’t hate entirely, either, yet he still wasn’t satisfied with the way they looked on him. They felt so foreign and unnatural, as though his skin would erupt into a rash just from contact. But it was for Frank and only that mattered. Above everything, Dwayne wanted to make Frank happy, and his discomfort seemed trivial compared to how he would feel knowing he had done something to please him.
All the same, he was anxious. The choice of clothes was to be a surprise and he did not know whether or not Frank would actually like them. The other times when they did something like this, it had been Dwayne’s idea entirely and Frank did not have any expectations when Dwayne was surprising him out of the blue.
While Frank waited for Dwayne in his room, he still fussed with the navy-blue sweater and the collar of the white shirt underneath. His slacks were from his own wardrobe, required for the rare formal event, Grandpa’s funeral most recently. He showered just before and his hair was still wet, so he patted it down to make it look neat.
There was no use in further stalling. He had to leave the bathroom eventually. He took a breath and went to his room.
Frank heard him approaching and straightened up in anticipation. When Dwayne appeared in the door, his eyes widened.
“Oh…wow…”
Dwayne remained at the door, embarrassed and more nervous than ever, interpreting Frank’s reaction as less than positive. He didn’t meet Frank’s eyes and wished he could turn around and go lock himself in the bathroom.
After a few painful seconds, Frank raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked, “Hey? Are you coming here, or what?”
Dwayne reluctantly crossed the threshold and stood awkwardly in front of Frank, who gazed up at him from the bed. He still looked off to the side and prayed Frank would say something soon so that it would be over.
“This is just…wow,” Frank said. “I can’t even believe what I’m looking at.”
Dwayne finally looked directly at Frank. “I- I wasn’t sure if you would like it…”
“Well, I would personally dress you better, but you were on a budget,” Frank said. He examined Dwayne from head to toe, noticing the buttoned white cuffs folded back over the sleeves of the sweater and the way they encircled the thin, pale wrists. “Still, considering, this is very nice. Not bad. Not bad at all.”
“It is? Really? You do like it?”
Frank’s head tilted sideways, his expression completely incredulous. “Oh, Dwayne!” He grabbed both of Dwayne’s hands and pulled him closer. “Are you kidding me? You look perfect. Get down here, you.”
He tugged on Dwayne’s hands again and Dwayne landed sideways in his lap. “I’m sorry if I came off like I didn’t like it; I just couldn’t think of what to say. I was speechless.”
“Oh. Okay.” Whew.
Frank kept pulling lightly on the sweater and the collar and rubbing the fabric between his fingers, absorbed in inspecting it carefully.
“So, are we even, now?” Dwayne asked.
“Not quite yet,” Frank said with a glint in his eye. He put his hands around the teenager’s waist and drew him in for a kiss. Dwayne returned the kiss but remained mostly immobile, still unsure and painfully self-aware. But Frank was relentless; he refused to stop kissing him and groping him through the layers of fabric until Dwayne began to slacken, feeling lighter in Frank’s lap and gradually responding more. Dwayne’s fingers crept upward and he pressed his hand lightly to Frank’s chest. His fingers started to curl, just barely grasping at Frank’s shirt without knowing he was doing it.
“God, you are so beautiful like this,” Frank murmured into Dwayne’s neck. “This is even better than I thought it would be.”
“Oh, God, Frank…” Dwayne mumbled. He thought he was in the clear as far as the awkwardness.
“Well, you know what? You’re still paying me back, so you’re just going to have to deal with it.”
“No, I’m sorry. I keep meaning not to complain, but I always forget.”
Frank clasped both hands around the boy’s face and smiled. “You.” He gave him a deep but tender kiss. Dwayne could never figure out why those stole his breath away the most. Frank then pulled him into an especially hard kiss; Dwayne’s hand shot up to Frank’s shoulder and he leaned in, at last returning his uncle’s fervor equally. With his anxieties gone, Dwayne began pulling his sweater off and his shirt from out of his pants, but Frank unexpectedly made him stop.
“No! Actually, can you keep this on?” he shyly asked. “At least for now.”
Dwayne smiled widely and giggled. “Damn, you do like this, don’t you? Okay!”
“You know, you do sort of look like a student. Well, not these days. I’ve had students show up at my lectures looking like they just rolled out of bed-pretty much like you dress normally. Go figure.”
Dwayne replied meekly, “Yeah…sorry I said that the other day…”
“Oh, Dwayne! I already forgot about that. It takes a little more than a tiny faux pas to put me off. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“But, I- I wouldn’t mind being one of your students. I mean, I’ve already learned a lot from you.”
Frank laughed with a note of sarcasm. “Yeah, I bet you have! Lots of really valuable, indispensable knowledge. Sure.”
“Well, it’s still something. But, come on, it’s not just that. Wouldn’t you say that I’m sort of like…your protégé?”
Frank paused and thought about it, surprised that Dwayne would even say such a thing. Dwayne did look up to him, but Frank never thought of him as ever being anyone’s follower. “I suppose so,” he said with a shrug. “Do you think I’m really the best person to have as a mentor?”
Dwayne gave Frank a stone-cold look of incredulity. “Uh, duh! Do we have to do this again? You are. I say you are and that’s it.”
“Ha! I guess that settles it, then!” Frank said and kissed him, as if to seal the agreement. “Actually, did you know that it was the practice in ancient Greece for an older man to take a teenage boy under his wing and teach him and guide him into manhood… and also as his lover?”
The boy’s mouth fell open in amazement. “Seriously?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Like, it was totally normal?”
“Yep. But it wasn’t that simple. There was a whole tradition and system to it. The boy often had more than one suitor. They had to court the teenager and offer him gifts, and it only happened if the boy made his choice and accepted.”
Dwayne replied, thoughtfully, “Wow, that actually sounds kind of…romantic.”
Frank’s eyebrows rose in a familiar sign of disbelief. “Oh, God, Dwayne. I never thought I’d hear you use that word positively.”
Frank thought, when the time came, that the least painless way for their affair to end would be if Dwayne realized that it was wrong after all, and then chose to sever it on his own. Yet, Dwayne seemed to be farther from that than ever.
“You know, as glad as I am that you’re learning things, ancient traditions don’t really fly as an acceptable defense, nowadays. I don’t think even the ancient Greeks would approve of what we’re doing.”
“Well, then, we’re both behind and ahead of our times. It’s not that different from what we have, is it?”
Frank sighed. “Oh, you. You are just… I’m going to regret telling you this. I bet you’d get a kick out of what the courting ritual was for the men to do to the teenagers.”
“What was it?”
“It was, um, pretty forward, definitely not something you could get away with today.”
Dwayne's curiosity was piqued more than ever. “Well, fuck, then. Let’s do it!”
“Don’t you want to know what it is?”
“Just show me. I’m glad you told me this. We can make it officially official.”
Frank shook his head. “You’re something else, you know that? You make fun of me for wanting to see you in proper clothes, but now you want to do historical role-playing. Eh, fine, then. Why don’t you go stand over there? And you might want to open your pants since you’re not usually in the habit of walking around in a toga.”
“Open my-? Okay, I have to know what this is!”
Dwayne left Frank’s lap, took a few steps back, and undid his belt and fly. Frank stood up, approached him, and reached with one hand into Dwayne’s pants to pull out his cock-unsurprised that Dwayne wasn’t wearing any underwear; he seldom did, now-and with his other hand grasped his chin, gazing straight into his eyes. Dwayne breath hitched and he couldn’t help but blush and turn his eyes away demurely. To Frank, it was as beautiful a sight as he had ever seen, and he could understand the appeal of the custom. He stopped Dwayne from turning his head away and kissed him while his other hand kept a firm grip the teenager’s member.
“Th-they really did this?” Dwayne asked, still shocked.
Frank nodded.
“Did they kiss, too?”
“I don’t know,” Frank said, “but I am,” and kissed him again. “So, do you choose me?”
Dwayne’s voice trembled as he replied, “I-I do.”
“Thank you,” Frank said. He moved his hand slowly up and down Dwayne’s cock a few times, encouraged by the way it awoke and hardened in his grip. “I’m lucky for it. I hope I’ve earned this.”
“Does this mean I‘m yours, too?” Dwayne asked, gazing back vulnerably at the older man, silently pleading for validation.
Frank gently ran his thumb across the boy’s lower lip. “Of course.”
“That’s all I want.”
They returned to the bed and Dwayne was back in Frank’s lap, straddling him. While Frank could never be accused of lacking passion, Dwayne quickly noticed that the clothes had been a very good idea, after all. Frank could never conceal it, and there was no question something had especially stoked it. Dwayne started urgently rocking and grinding against Frank’s groin, while Frank gripped him by the thighs and rocked his own hips up into him.
The teenager began unbuttoning Frank’s shirt and pressed his face into Frank’s chest, leaving kisses lower down his stomach with each opened button like a ritual until the last one so Frank could remove it. Dwayne opened Frank’s pants with much more haste and pulled Frank’s cock into his mouth.
Frank groaned heavily as Dwayne sucked him; it was always astonishing and deeply arousing to see his nephew’s luscious mouth moving so determinedly around him. He put a hand on his neck, gently guiding him back and forth. When he made him stop, Dwayne came back up and met him again with a kiss.
Frank then had Dwayne lay back, and he stripped down to his boxers, moved in over him, coming down to lavish him with more kisses. He brought a hand up and lovingly stroked the boy’s cheek.
“You know, I might be your mentor, but you know I’m still completely powerless to you,” he whispered. “You have me completely, whether you know it or not.”
The boy had no words in answer, but his eyes said everything for him.
Frank moved on to tasting Dwayne’s neck and throat anywhere it was uncovered, leaving a pleasing burn on the delicate skin with his beard. His hand crawled up under the shirt, feeling his way up to the boy’s chest to tease and pinch a nipple, which always made the teenager squirm and moan like few other things did. Frank liked how the sweater felt against his own bare skin. It wasn’t of bad quality; Dwayne chose the best he could find for the money he was given. Frank raised it along with the shirt high enough to put his mouth to the exposed stomach and chest, licking and sucking the teen's nipples with a wet mouth and swirling tongue. He moved down Dwayne’s belly, kissing and tasting, and paused to roll his tongue in and around the navel.
Frank kept going, down to where Dwayne’s pants were opened and his erection was out, resting on his belly. He gripped it at the base and began to lick and rub his lips along the length of the shaft and tease the swollen-red head with kisses and flicks of his tongue before taking it into his mouth. His other hand reached out and continued caressing him.
Dwayne’s bliss barely permitted him to breathe, much less make a sound. It made no difference how many times they had done this; he also could never get over seeing his own uncle, whom he had known his entire life, moving his lips up and down his length and swallowing him all the way to the root with the eagerness and hunger of a man half his age. Dwayne wondered how many men Frank had been with and how on earth he got to be in the same company. He was much more willing and less conflicted about their relationship than Frank, but it never completely stopped seeming surreal for either of them.
Frank pulled off and sat up. He pushed on Dwayne to turn him over, which Dwayne gladly complied with and rolled himself onto his belly. Frank knelt behind him and brusquely pulled the teenager’s pants down, uncovering his ass. He removed them completely with a few quick yanks and let them fall to the floor, never taking his eyes off the perfect curves of the soft, pale flesh. He then gripped Dwayne by the hips and pulled him backward, silently instructing him to get on his knees and raise his ass up. As soon as Dwayne did it, Frank leaned in, spread Dwayne’s buttocks and ran his tongue deep within the crease.
Dwayne instantly shuddered and moaned, exactly the reaction Frank had intended to elicit. He found Dwayne’s entrance, carefully licking it and massaging it with his tongue. With his eyes clenched tight, Dwayne tried to keep himself from trembling, even though his entire body, so overwhelmed, had frozen. He whimpered, weakly enough to barely force a sound from his throat, as Frank worked the tip of his tongue in wet circles around his opening. His fists bunched the bed sheet beneath while his limbs strained to remain steady and fixed.
When Frank stopped, he got the lube out from under the mattress and applied it to his fingers. Dwayne was already eagerly waiting with his legs spread for more. Frank slid a finger into him, making him arch and throw his head back with a moan, and he cried out even louder when Frank pressed into his prostate. Frank continued moving his finger inside him; he loved to watch Dwayne with a fascination for all the different reactions he could get from him. It always got Dwayne so wound up and could’ve gone on much longer because Dwayne so desperately craved being teased out of his mind.
Frank removed his finger, then shed his boxers and lubed himself. He knelt in front of Dwayne and pushed the teenager’s bent knees far apart, then used his hand to guide his cock into him. With a push, he was inside, confirmed by a groan from Dwayne. He pressed further until he was flush against Dwayne’s ass, held the boy’s legs up, and started to thrust.
Dwayne rolled his hips to match Frank, pitching back and forth on the bed with the impact of his thrusts. Frank let go of Dwayne’s legs, passed his hands up the boy’s chest and bent forward to reconnect with his mouth. The boy reached for him, too, winding his arms tightly around the older man’s back to keep him there.
After a few moments, Frank unexpectedly freed himself of Dwayne’s hold. Dwayne whimpered, but then realized Frank wanted to turn them over.
Now on top, Dwayne adjusted his position, straddling him, and sank deeper onto Frank’s cock until he sat fully impaled on it and his ass met with Frank’s pelvis.
“Oh, fuck, Frank…”
“I just wanted a better view,” Frank said, smiling warmly. He reached up and clasped the back of Dwayne’s head to bring him down for a kiss. His hands ran through the boy’s damp hair, and then he released him, letting him straighten up and resume.
As soon Dwayne was ready, he rested his hands on the bed on either side of Frank’s shoulders and started moving, with Frank holding him at the waist, guiding his rhythm.
Dwayne wasted no time and sped up quickly, swaying and bouncing hard and fast, making the bed bounce with him, moaning every time he collided with Frank. Transfixed, Frank couldn’t take his eyes off of the look of absolute ecstasy on the boy’s face, his tightly-shut eyes, or the parted mouth that poured out the most gorgeously obscene sounds. Frank’s hands roamed all over and bunched the sweater in fists tight enough to leave finger-shaped stretch marks in the fabric.
Dwayne, however, felt overheated and stifled under the two layers of clothing. Sweat poured down his back and he wiped away what was coating his forehead. Frank recognized Dwayne’s discomfort, hearing a difference in his breathing and sensing the strain in his movements.
“You can take that off, if you want,” he said.
“Thanks.” Dwayne removed the sweater and unbuttoned the soaked shirt in seconds and gladly threw both to the floor. He returned to the same furious, break-neck pace in a second, placing one hand behind him on Frank’s leg while resting the other on the man’s chest for support. Unburdened, he started moaning and grunting in the loudest and most vulgar ways-exactly how he was supposed to during the day.
Frank couldn’t keep his hands off Dwayne’s ass; he grabbed him by the buttocks, squeezing and kneading them possessively, thrusting himself up and pulling him down with more force. To Dwayne’s delight, he gave his ass a good, stinging slap that made him yelp and then giggle.
“Do it again!”
Smack.
“The other one!”
Smack.
“Harder!”
SMACK.
“Jesus, Frank! Not that hard! Haha, just kidding!”
“That’s not funny, Dwayne!” SMACK.
“Aw, fuck!”
With his excitement taken to new levels, Dwayne began riding Frank even harder, putting in every last ounce of strength.
Frank’s hips jerked sharply and he groaned as he came inside Dwayne, who answered with his own moan upon feeling the surge of heat within him. Frank then took a moment to catch his breath, and with Dwayne still on him, he took Dwayne’s cock in his hand and stroked him. The teenager whined and grunted while Frank’s fist worked him, bucking his hips urgently while still sitting on Frank’s softening cock. His head fell back and his mouth released a loud, aching moan as he spurted over Frank’s hand. He rolled off of Frank and landed next to him on the bed, their limbs still tangled and clinging while they lay gasping for air and unable to move.
Once Frank had recovered, he gently put his hand on Dwayne’s chest, which rose and fell with heavy breaths and glowed pale with a layer of sweat. The boy’s cheeks were flushed pink and his eyelashes fluttered with his sleepy eyes.
“You’re the perfect argument for why the ancients did what they did,” he murmured, then moved his hand to Dwayne’s ruddy cheek.
Dwayne closed his eyes and blushed, but he didn’t complain for Frank’s sake.
“They’d be lining up for you. And I’d bet you’d rebuff all of them, you heartbreaker.”
“Not you,” Dwayne quietly said. His ass still stung and he examined the red marks with perverse satisfaction.
“Oh? Are you sure about that?” Frank teased.
“Frank!”
Frank chuckled and said, “Well, I know I’d try my damnedest to win you over. I wouldn’t give up.”
“I know,” Dwayne said, looking earnestly into Frank’s eyes. “And…and I wouldn’t leave you…like that.”
“Oh…” Frank embraced the boy closer, kissed him deeply, and pressed him to his cheek, rocking him in his arms. “I know you wouldn’t, kid. I know.”