"Giving In", Frank/Dwayne, NC-17
I've been writing a lot of LMS fic lately. I've still got another one on its way. :)
Title: Giving In
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest, underage sexuality, possible self-injury triggers, orgasm denial.
Summary: Frank and Dwayne are alone before Olive’s show, and there are a few confessions to make. For asaiyansmoothie. :)
A/N: Angst angst angst. Also, this is like the most kinks I’ve ever put into one story, it’s quite impressive. Sorry if the ending sucks, I was having trouble with it. :(
“You know, you’re the first person who’s really listened to me,” Dwayne says, staring out at the sea and clasping his hands in front of him.
“Well, you only just started talking again,” Frank points out, and Dwayne laughs, shaking his head. “But it’s no problem. You’re a smart kid.”
Dwayne turns, leaning back against the wooden fence. He looks at Frank with a sort of half-smile on his face and says, “I think you’re the sanest person here.”
Frank says nothing. He smiles, but looks away.
“Frank…” Dwayne says quietly, and it almost sounds as though there isn’t anything to follow it, but then Frank gives him a questioning look and it seems to spur Dwayne on. “Frank. I think - I think…”
His voice trails off into nothing. A few seagulls squawk and chatter around them.
“What is it?” Frank asks, and Dwayne can tell that he’s concerned. He fidgets with the bands around his wrist, then the hem of his t-shirt.
“I love you,” he says quietly.
Frank’s face breaks into a bemused smile. “I love you, too,” he says, reaching out to squeeze Dwayne’s shoulder. “I know it must’ve been hard since the divorce. You haven’t really had a family member you can rely on.”
Dwayne grimaces. He’s not surprised Frank didn’t understand the full meaning of his words, but it bothers him anyway. And the fact that he said ‘family member’ is just making things harder.
“No,” he says suddenly, and his voice surprises him with its strength - a contrast to the way his heart is pounding in his throat and his brain is telling him to stop, to stop and change the subject. “I mean - I mean, Frank, I’m thinking about you in - in a way that I shouldn’t.”
Frank’s face falls. He swallows, runs a hand through his hair. “Oh,” he says. “Oh. Well. I’m - I’m sorry about that.”
Dwayne grits his teeth. He digs his fingernails into his palm.
“You know nothing can happen,” Frank adds. “It’s - um.”
“I know,” Dwayne says crossly. “I wasn’t expecting anything to happen,” but this is a lie, at least partly, he was definitely hoping something would happen, “I just needed to say it. I’m going crazy.”
“I’m your uncle,” Frank says loudly, causing Dwayne to look up into his eyes and he sees now how distressed Frank looks. “So nothing can happen.”
“I know, Frank, why are you-”
“I love you, Dwayne, and I’m sorry that you feel this way, but I can’t-” Frank’s voice falters. He reaches out to place his hands on Dwayne’s shoulders, then seems to change his mind and moves them back by his sides.
“That’s not helpful,” Dwayne spits out. “That’s not fucking helping, Frank! You’re just telling me things I already know! You’re not making me feel any fucking better about it! I already feel like I’m a fucking freak for thinking this way - it’s not - you’re not-”
Dwayne is distraught, there are tears in his eyes and he clenches his fists, banging them against the wooden fence. It reminds Frank of his freak-out in the van, and he hesitates before grabbing his nephew and wrapping his arms around him in a tight, fierce hug.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t know what else I can say.”
For a moment he says nothing, just lets Dwayne sob into his shoulder. He places a shaking hand on Dwayne’s head, stroking it softly through his hair.
“I’ve been starting to think about you that way, too,” he says, so quietly he’s not even sure if he said it at all. He reflects on how terrifying it is to voice something like that - something you’ve only thought about, vowed never to say aloud. He takes a deep breath. “Does that help? Is that more helpful?”
Dwayne squirms in his arms so he lets go. Dwayne looks at him, his eyes slightly red, and suddenly grabs his uncle’s head with both hands and kisses him desperately on the lips. It takes every ounce of self-control in Frank’s body not to kiss back, and he forces himself to push Dwayne away.
“Fuck,” Dwayne hisses furiously. “You just said. Fuck.”
He pounds his fists on the wood again.
“Don’t - Dwayne, you’re going to hurt yourself!” Frank says angrily, reaching for Dwayne’s arms to still them. “Don’t!”
Dwayne stops, and looks him in the eye. Frank thinks about what a frightening thing this is, too. He wants to look away, doesn’t want to look at Dwayne after the things they’ve just said and done.
“Hypocrite,” Dwayne says. “You fucking-”
He stops abruptly and grabs Frank’s arm, indicating the bandage around his wrist.
“Dwayne - ow - Dwayne, let’s go and sit down, let’s calm down, we can talk about this,” Frank says frantically, taking his nephew by the arm and leading him back down the pier towards the beach.
Dwayne is silent next to him, but as they approach the sand he can hear him beginning to cry again. Frank spots a deserted spot of the beach in the near distance and heads towards it, wondering what the hell he’s planning on doing once they’re there.
“I’m sorry,” Dwayne sobs, throwing himself down onto the sand and curling his body over itself, his head in his hands. “I’m sorry. I thought you meant it. I’m sorry. I just - I feel so fucking invisible all the time, I thought, what’s the point in talking? And now - now you’re here, and you listen, and - I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t feel like this. I wish I didn’t want you, but I do and-”
Frank stands, helplessly looking down at his nephew. He settles himself down on the sand behind Dwayne, wrapping his arms around him once more, gently rocking him back and forth.
“I meant it,” Frank says softly. “I meant it. I mean everything I say to you. Which means that while - while I do feel the same way, Dwayne, nothing can happen.”
“Why?”
“Dwayne, we both know why,” Frank says, smiling a little despite everything. “And it hurts me just as much as it hurts you, believe me.”
“Apparently not,” Dwayne retorts. He straightens up a little and leans round to look at Frank. “If it hurt you so much you’d give in.”
“I can’t,” Frank says weakly, his voice barely a whisper.
“You can. You give in all the time,” Dwayne says bitterly. “You gave in when that guy didn’t want to be with you.”
For the second time he grasps one of Frank’s wrists, this time fumbling with the metal clasp that holds the bandage together.
“Dwayne-” Frank protests. He realises tears are forming in his eyes and he blinks them away rapidly, lifting his other hand to stop Dwayne.
Dwayne elbows his hand away, unwinding the bandage almost mechanically. Once it’s free he turns Frank’s limp arm over and examines it.
“They’re healing,” he says quietly.
“Cuts do that,” Frank replies. “It’s been a while.”
They are silent for a few moments. Frank watches Dwayne carefully. His nephew’s actions have caught him off-guard completely, and he doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s scared of what will happen next. He’s scared that Dwayne will do something - anything - but mostly he’s scared that Dwayne’s right, and that he’ll give in.
Dwayne runs a tentative finger over what was the deepest cut in Frank’s wrist. It’s still healing since the doctors took the stitches out, and Frank flinches at the contact. The other cuts are starting to scab over. He eyes his wrist, thinking about the night he made those cuts, how he thought it was going to all be over.
“Sorry,” Dwayne breathes, and then runs his finger over the cut again, pressing down harder. Frank bites his lip. It hurts, but he’s felt much worse pain before, and somehow this is the good kind - the kind that distracts him from emotional pain. The kind that makes him think about things other than his troubles. He stops thinking, for a moment, about Dwayne’s feelings for him and his feelings for Dwayne and how, if Dwayne kisses him again, he’ll surely give in, and instead focuses on how the ridges of Dwayne’s fingerprints feel against his cuts.
Dwayne shifts suddenly, dipping his head. He presses a kiss to Frank’s wrist, then another. Frank feels the flick of Dwayne’s tongue, warm and wet. His lips are soft against the healing skin. Dwayne’s tongue flicks out again, further, pressing harder against the cut. Frank flinches again, his wrist jerking slightly.
Dwayne sits up and turns around so he is facing Frank. He studies his uncle’s face, his eyes sad, his lips wet. He leans in closer and Frank knows he won’t push Dwayne away this time. Their lips meet slowly, and Frank feels a tear roll down his face and get caught in the kiss. Dwayne’s mouth opens, Frank’s follows. Dwayne’s thumb is tracing along Frank’s wrist again, and he moves closer at the same time Frank reaches out to put his arm around him.
His hand accidentally brushes Dwayne’s crotch and he has his own response when he feels the hardness there. Dwayne kisses him feverishly, relaxing further, trusting that Frank will not stop him. Dwayne misinterprets his unintentional touch and brings his own hand down between Frank’s legs.
“Dwayne,” Frank murmurs against the boy’s lips.
“Don’t, please don’t,” Dwayne whispers desperately, unzipping Frank’s pants and reaching inside. Frank finds himself lifting his hips, his brain losing the connection with his body. His body reacts, utterly disregarding his brain’s attempts to stop it, his thoughts of Sheryl and Richard and Olive and Olive’s show and how what he’s doing is wrong and illegal and he really has to stop. Dwayne’s hand finds his cock, circles around it tightly, and Frank throws his head back, powerless.
Dwayne’s mouth is on his neck, suddenly, sucking a little too hard and he wonders how he’s going to explain if it leaves a mark. Dwayne licks down to Frank’s collarbone, opening the buttons of his shirt as he goes. Then the mouth is gone and the hand is moving, quickly, sliding up and down the length of his cock and rubbing the tip in a way that makes him buck his hips upwards into Dwayne’s hand.
Dwayne’s other hand is still gripping his arm, and then suddenly he feels warmth and wetness on his wrist again. Dwayne’s tongue travels over the cuts as his hand pulls and strokes Frank’s cock, and Frank breathes in sharply, grabbing at Dwayne’s shoulder with one hand, his other buried in the sand beneath them.
Frank swears through his teeth. Dwayne’s hand is still slick and sliding over his cock and it feels so good and he hasn’t even done this to himself in so long, and he jolts, muttering to Dwayne that he’s going to, going to -
And then Dwayne’s hand stills, not moving at all, for a few seconds before moving away completely, and Frank shudders, looking at his nephew in shock. Dwayne doesn’t look at him, just carries on licking at his wrist. Frank stares at him in disbelief and Dwayne presses a kiss to a cut before returning his hand.
Frank isn’t even given a chance to work out what has just happened, as Dwayne’s hand is back and rubbing and twisting and he realises that now his nephew is grinding up against his leg at the same time, shuffling back in the sand and opening his legs slightly to push up againt Frank’s shin. Dwayne lifts his head to kiss Frank again and if he was even having any thoughts, they’re gone now, as Dwayne’s tongue slips into his mouth and his thumb keeps stroking the cuts and his hand keeps rubbing his cock, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm for the second time.
“Dwayne - please,” Frank splutters. “Please, I’m going to-”
And Dwayne does it again, takes his hand away. Frank gasps, feeling like he’s about to explode and staring wide-eyed at Dwayne, who says nothing and just smashes their mouths together, kissing him feverishly and rocking against Frank’s leg. He presses hard on Frank’s wrist with his thumb at the exact moment he slides his hand back down onto Frank’s cock, and Frank’s body jerks at the sensation.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Please, Dwayne, oh God, please…”
At this point he’s finding it hard to even care about anything else, he just wants to come, needs to, and his head lolls back as he just lets Dwayne get him off. He stares into the grayish-blue sky, tiny sparks flitting across it in front of his dazed eyes. He hears a zip being pulled and lifts his head, seeing Dwayne tugging fractically on his own cock now as well. Frank wraps his arm around Dwayne, pulling him closer to kiss him, and Dwayne groans into his mouth.
“Please, please,” Frank breathes as he feels his orgasm approaching yet again. He thrusts his cock into Dwayne’s slowing hand, and shudders, hearing Dwayne roughly panting “Fuck, oh fuck,” in his ear as they come at the same time. Frank falls back onto the sand, breathless, and he sees Dwayne licking his fingers somewhere in front of him, but his head is spinning and he can’t think straight.
“Dwayne, we can’t-” Frank mutters.
“It’s a bit late for that,” Dwayne laughs, flopping back onto the sand with him and wiping his hands on his t-shirt.
“I mean we can’t - not again,” Frank elaborates, reaching down to do up his pants again. “I want you, God, I want you, but…”
His voice fades away and he shuts his eyes. He doesn’t know what else he can say, what else can follow the ‘but’. He knows that if Dwayne wants to continue this, he’ll give in, and he thinks Dwayne knows it too.
“I love you,” Dwayne says simply, pressing his face into Frank’s neck. He reaches across for Frank’s bandage and brushes it off before winding it around his uncle’s wrist once again. “I’m sorry,” he adds, so quietly that Frank thinks perhaps he imagined it.
“I love you,” Frank tells him, sighing. He secures the bandage with the clasp, letting reality begin to wash back over him. “We’ve been out here for a while.”
“Mmhm,” Dwayne agrees, and Frank sits up, brushing the sand off his back and thighs. It’s amazing but there’s not much left to say, and after coming all this way he knows they can’t miss Olive’s show.
“Wanna go back?” Frank asks.
Dwayne looks up at him, squinting. “Not really,” he says with a smirk.
Title: Giving In
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest, underage sexuality, possible self-injury triggers, orgasm denial.
Summary: Frank and Dwayne are alone before Olive’s show, and there are a few confessions to make. For asaiyansmoothie. :)
A/N: Angst angst angst. Also, this is like the most kinks I’ve ever put into one story, it’s quite impressive. Sorry if the ending sucks, I was having trouble with it. :(
“You know, you’re the first person who’s really listened to me,” Dwayne says, staring out at the sea and clasping his hands in front of him.
“Well, you only just started talking again,” Frank points out, and Dwayne laughs, shaking his head. “But it’s no problem. You’re a smart kid.”
Dwayne turns, leaning back against the wooden fence. He looks at Frank with a sort of half-smile on his face and says, “I think you’re the sanest person here.”
Frank says nothing. He smiles, but looks away.
“Frank…” Dwayne says quietly, and it almost sounds as though there isn’t anything to follow it, but then Frank gives him a questioning look and it seems to spur Dwayne on. “Frank. I think - I think…”
His voice trails off into nothing. A few seagulls squawk and chatter around them.
“What is it?” Frank asks, and Dwayne can tell that he’s concerned. He fidgets with the bands around his wrist, then the hem of his t-shirt.
“I love you,” he says quietly.
Frank’s face breaks into a bemused smile. “I love you, too,” he says, reaching out to squeeze Dwayne’s shoulder. “I know it must’ve been hard since the divorce. You haven’t really had a family member you can rely on.”
Dwayne grimaces. He’s not surprised Frank didn’t understand the full meaning of his words, but it bothers him anyway. And the fact that he said ‘family member’ is just making things harder.
“No,” he says suddenly, and his voice surprises him with its strength - a contrast to the way his heart is pounding in his throat and his brain is telling him to stop, to stop and change the subject. “I mean - I mean, Frank, I’m thinking about you in - in a way that I shouldn’t.”
Frank’s face falls. He swallows, runs a hand through his hair. “Oh,” he says. “Oh. Well. I’m - I’m sorry about that.”
Dwayne grits his teeth. He digs his fingernails into his palm.
“You know nothing can happen,” Frank adds. “It’s - um.”
“I know,” Dwayne says crossly. “I wasn’t expecting anything to happen,” but this is a lie, at least partly, he was definitely hoping something would happen, “I just needed to say it. I’m going crazy.”
“I’m your uncle,” Frank says loudly, causing Dwayne to look up into his eyes and he sees now how distressed Frank looks. “So nothing can happen.”
“I know, Frank, why are you-”
“I love you, Dwayne, and I’m sorry that you feel this way, but I can’t-” Frank’s voice falters. He reaches out to place his hands on Dwayne’s shoulders, then seems to change his mind and moves them back by his sides.
“That’s not helpful,” Dwayne spits out. “That’s not fucking helping, Frank! You’re just telling me things I already know! You’re not making me feel any fucking better about it! I already feel like I’m a fucking freak for thinking this way - it’s not - you’re not-”
Dwayne is distraught, there are tears in his eyes and he clenches his fists, banging them against the wooden fence. It reminds Frank of his freak-out in the van, and he hesitates before grabbing his nephew and wrapping his arms around him in a tight, fierce hug.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t know what else I can say.”
For a moment he says nothing, just lets Dwayne sob into his shoulder. He places a shaking hand on Dwayne’s head, stroking it softly through his hair.
“I’ve been starting to think about you that way, too,” he says, so quietly he’s not even sure if he said it at all. He reflects on how terrifying it is to voice something like that - something you’ve only thought about, vowed never to say aloud. He takes a deep breath. “Does that help? Is that more helpful?”
Dwayne squirms in his arms so he lets go. Dwayne looks at him, his eyes slightly red, and suddenly grabs his uncle’s head with both hands and kisses him desperately on the lips. It takes every ounce of self-control in Frank’s body not to kiss back, and he forces himself to push Dwayne away.
“Fuck,” Dwayne hisses furiously. “You just said. Fuck.”
He pounds his fists on the wood again.
“Don’t - Dwayne, you’re going to hurt yourself!” Frank says angrily, reaching for Dwayne’s arms to still them. “Don’t!”
Dwayne stops, and looks him in the eye. Frank thinks about what a frightening thing this is, too. He wants to look away, doesn’t want to look at Dwayne after the things they’ve just said and done.
“Hypocrite,” Dwayne says. “You fucking-”
He stops abruptly and grabs Frank’s arm, indicating the bandage around his wrist.
“Dwayne - ow - Dwayne, let’s go and sit down, let’s calm down, we can talk about this,” Frank says frantically, taking his nephew by the arm and leading him back down the pier towards the beach.
Dwayne is silent next to him, but as they approach the sand he can hear him beginning to cry again. Frank spots a deserted spot of the beach in the near distance and heads towards it, wondering what the hell he’s planning on doing once they’re there.
“I’m sorry,” Dwayne sobs, throwing himself down onto the sand and curling his body over itself, his head in his hands. “I’m sorry. I thought you meant it. I’m sorry. I just - I feel so fucking invisible all the time, I thought, what’s the point in talking? And now - now you’re here, and you listen, and - I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t feel like this. I wish I didn’t want you, but I do and-”
Frank stands, helplessly looking down at his nephew. He settles himself down on the sand behind Dwayne, wrapping his arms around him once more, gently rocking him back and forth.
“I meant it,” Frank says softly. “I meant it. I mean everything I say to you. Which means that while - while I do feel the same way, Dwayne, nothing can happen.”
“Why?”
“Dwayne, we both know why,” Frank says, smiling a little despite everything. “And it hurts me just as much as it hurts you, believe me.”
“Apparently not,” Dwayne retorts. He straightens up a little and leans round to look at Frank. “If it hurt you so much you’d give in.”
“I can’t,” Frank says weakly, his voice barely a whisper.
“You can. You give in all the time,” Dwayne says bitterly. “You gave in when that guy didn’t want to be with you.”
For the second time he grasps one of Frank’s wrists, this time fumbling with the metal clasp that holds the bandage together.
“Dwayne-” Frank protests. He realises tears are forming in his eyes and he blinks them away rapidly, lifting his other hand to stop Dwayne.
Dwayne elbows his hand away, unwinding the bandage almost mechanically. Once it’s free he turns Frank’s limp arm over and examines it.
“They’re healing,” he says quietly.
“Cuts do that,” Frank replies. “It’s been a while.”
They are silent for a few moments. Frank watches Dwayne carefully. His nephew’s actions have caught him off-guard completely, and he doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s scared of what will happen next. He’s scared that Dwayne will do something - anything - but mostly he’s scared that Dwayne’s right, and that he’ll give in.
Dwayne runs a tentative finger over what was the deepest cut in Frank’s wrist. It’s still healing since the doctors took the stitches out, and Frank flinches at the contact. The other cuts are starting to scab over. He eyes his wrist, thinking about the night he made those cuts, how he thought it was going to all be over.
“Sorry,” Dwayne breathes, and then runs his finger over the cut again, pressing down harder. Frank bites his lip. It hurts, but he’s felt much worse pain before, and somehow this is the good kind - the kind that distracts him from emotional pain. The kind that makes him think about things other than his troubles. He stops thinking, for a moment, about Dwayne’s feelings for him and his feelings for Dwayne and how, if Dwayne kisses him again, he’ll surely give in, and instead focuses on how the ridges of Dwayne’s fingerprints feel against his cuts.
Dwayne shifts suddenly, dipping his head. He presses a kiss to Frank’s wrist, then another. Frank feels the flick of Dwayne’s tongue, warm and wet. His lips are soft against the healing skin. Dwayne’s tongue flicks out again, further, pressing harder against the cut. Frank flinches again, his wrist jerking slightly.
Dwayne sits up and turns around so he is facing Frank. He studies his uncle’s face, his eyes sad, his lips wet. He leans in closer and Frank knows he won’t push Dwayne away this time. Their lips meet slowly, and Frank feels a tear roll down his face and get caught in the kiss. Dwayne’s mouth opens, Frank’s follows. Dwayne’s thumb is tracing along Frank’s wrist again, and he moves closer at the same time Frank reaches out to put his arm around him.
His hand accidentally brushes Dwayne’s crotch and he has his own response when he feels the hardness there. Dwayne kisses him feverishly, relaxing further, trusting that Frank will not stop him. Dwayne misinterprets his unintentional touch and brings his own hand down between Frank’s legs.
“Dwayne,” Frank murmurs against the boy’s lips.
“Don’t, please don’t,” Dwayne whispers desperately, unzipping Frank’s pants and reaching inside. Frank finds himself lifting his hips, his brain losing the connection with his body. His body reacts, utterly disregarding his brain’s attempts to stop it, his thoughts of Sheryl and Richard and Olive and Olive’s show and how what he’s doing is wrong and illegal and he really has to stop. Dwayne’s hand finds his cock, circles around it tightly, and Frank throws his head back, powerless.
Dwayne’s mouth is on his neck, suddenly, sucking a little too hard and he wonders how he’s going to explain if it leaves a mark. Dwayne licks down to Frank’s collarbone, opening the buttons of his shirt as he goes. Then the mouth is gone and the hand is moving, quickly, sliding up and down the length of his cock and rubbing the tip in a way that makes him buck his hips upwards into Dwayne’s hand.
Dwayne’s other hand is still gripping his arm, and then suddenly he feels warmth and wetness on his wrist again. Dwayne’s tongue travels over the cuts as his hand pulls and strokes Frank’s cock, and Frank breathes in sharply, grabbing at Dwayne’s shoulder with one hand, his other buried in the sand beneath them.
Frank swears through his teeth. Dwayne’s hand is still slick and sliding over his cock and it feels so good and he hasn’t even done this to himself in so long, and he jolts, muttering to Dwayne that he’s going to, going to -
And then Dwayne’s hand stills, not moving at all, for a few seconds before moving away completely, and Frank shudders, looking at his nephew in shock. Dwayne doesn’t look at him, just carries on licking at his wrist. Frank stares at him in disbelief and Dwayne presses a kiss to a cut before returning his hand.
Frank isn’t even given a chance to work out what has just happened, as Dwayne’s hand is back and rubbing and twisting and he realises that now his nephew is grinding up against his leg at the same time, shuffling back in the sand and opening his legs slightly to push up againt Frank’s shin. Dwayne lifts his head to kiss Frank again and if he was even having any thoughts, they’re gone now, as Dwayne’s tongue slips into his mouth and his thumb keeps stroking the cuts and his hand keeps rubbing his cock, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm for the second time.
“Dwayne - please,” Frank splutters. “Please, I’m going to-”
And Dwayne does it again, takes his hand away. Frank gasps, feeling like he’s about to explode and staring wide-eyed at Dwayne, who says nothing and just smashes their mouths together, kissing him feverishly and rocking against Frank’s leg. He presses hard on Frank’s wrist with his thumb at the exact moment he slides his hand back down onto Frank’s cock, and Frank’s body jerks at the sensation.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Please, Dwayne, oh God, please…”
At this point he’s finding it hard to even care about anything else, he just wants to come, needs to, and his head lolls back as he just lets Dwayne get him off. He stares into the grayish-blue sky, tiny sparks flitting across it in front of his dazed eyes. He hears a zip being pulled and lifts his head, seeing Dwayne tugging fractically on his own cock now as well. Frank wraps his arm around Dwayne, pulling him closer to kiss him, and Dwayne groans into his mouth.
“Please, please,” Frank breathes as he feels his orgasm approaching yet again. He thrusts his cock into Dwayne’s slowing hand, and shudders, hearing Dwayne roughly panting “Fuck, oh fuck,” in his ear as they come at the same time. Frank falls back onto the sand, breathless, and he sees Dwayne licking his fingers somewhere in front of him, but his head is spinning and he can’t think straight.
“Dwayne, we can’t-” Frank mutters.
“It’s a bit late for that,” Dwayne laughs, flopping back onto the sand with him and wiping his hands on his t-shirt.
“I mean we can’t - not again,” Frank elaborates, reaching down to do up his pants again. “I want you, God, I want you, but…”
His voice fades away and he shuts his eyes. He doesn’t know what else he can say, what else can follow the ‘but’. He knows that if Dwayne wants to continue this, he’ll give in, and he thinks Dwayne knows it too.
“I love you,” Dwayne says simply, pressing his face into Frank’s neck. He reaches across for Frank’s bandage and brushes it off before winding it around his uncle’s wrist once again. “I’m sorry,” he adds, so quietly that Frank thinks perhaps he imagined it.
“I love you,” Frank tells him, sighing. He secures the bandage with the clasp, letting reality begin to wash back over him. “We’ve been out here for a while.”
“Mmhm,” Dwayne agrees, and Frank sits up, brushing the sand off his back and thighs. It’s amazing but there’s not much left to say, and after coming all this way he knows they can’t miss Olive’s show.
“Wanna go back?” Frank asks.
Dwayne looks up at him, squinting. “Not really,” he says with a smirk.