"Completion" and "Squirt Gun", both Frank/Dwayne, R and PG
Lol, sorry about the unimaginative titles.
Title: Completion
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: R
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest.
Summary: A relationship that's lasted five years, and there's still something missing, something they both need to make things feel complete.
A/N: For fakebody, who requested Frank/Dwayne and the word 'completion'. 652 words, haha I totally lose, but I couldn't part with any of those 52. Hope you like it. :)
They'd waited until Dwayne was twenty one - five years too long as far as Dwayne was concerned, but Frank wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. Dwayne was back from college for Christmas, and he'd gone to visit Frank at his flat. Dwayne thought they hadn't seen each other for about six or seven months, he wasn't entirely sure. (He didn't know that Frank counted the days between visits, counted down the days until he'd see his nephew again.)
Dwayne had only knocked once when Frank flung open the door and embraced him in a rib-crushing hug. Dwayne had laughed, pulling away and muttering something about invasion of personal space. Frank had looked mock-offended before going on to their usual joke, looking Dwayne up and down and saying, "My, haven't you grown?"
They'd had dinner together, risotto that Dwayne insisted on cooking even though Frank only owned half the necessary ingredients and the rest had to be improvised. They shared a bottle of wine. They talked about Frank's new job, they talked about Dwayne's course. They talked about how Dwayne was exchanging letters with the fourth flight school he'd contacted so far.
Frank told Dwayne that he'd bumped into an old boyfriend a couple of weeks ago, casually mentioning how good he looked, and Dwayne played along, telling Frank just how many offers he'd had on nights out, from both boys and girls. They'd sat there, staring, plates clean and wine glasses empty, daring one another to be the first to say it. In the end they said it at the exact same time -
"I really missed you."
And they both knew that their relationship was far from perfect, that it was agony to be apart for so long, and that it was frustrating to have to hide their feelings most of the times they did see each other. They both knew that even after five years, they still felt guilty. They both knew that something was missing - that they could kiss for hours on end, touch each other with their hands and mouths, come, and still, it wasn't enough.
Still, Frank refused to do the one thing that Dwayne craved, the thing he had wanted all this time. The thing that made Frank shake his head and turn suddenly distant and cold whenever Dwayne asked.
But not tonight.
"Frank," Dwayne whispered, breaking the silence that had lasted a full minute and a half after the two had gotten into bed. "Frank. I know what you're going to say, but I want - I want to have sex with you."
There was another short silence - and Dwayne was suddenly worried that Frank was simply going to ignore him - and then there was a quiet rustling of sheets, and Frank replied, "I want to have sex with you too."
Dwayne wouldn't have admitted it, but the wait made it better. He taunted Frank about it, asking him why the hell they hadn't done it sooner, but deep down he knew why. And he knew why it was finally okay now. He may still have been Frank's nephew, but now he was his adult nephew, and even though he didn't like it, he could understand why that made Frank feel better about the situation.
It began to snow the second Frank was inside him, fragile little flakes drifting down to the ground outside the window, and Dwayne whispered it - "It's snowing," he said - and Frank just smiled and began to thrust, watching Dwayne's eyelids flutter shut. He didn't care about the snow, and it didn't take Dwayne long to forget about it.
Dwayne wrapped his arms around Frank, curling his toes and letting the feeling overwhelm him. Dwayne hadn't wanted to wait, but now the wait was over, it was worth it. It was a matter of completion, and not just of their relationship.
Dwayne held Frank tighter and sighed. This was it - he was complete.
Title: Squirt Gun
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: PG
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest.
Summary: Olive has a new toy and keeps using it at the most inopportune moments, not leaving Frank and Dwayne any time alone.
A/N: For insaneboingo, who requested Frank/Dwayne and the word 'squirt gun'. 600 words on the dot! Go me. Hope you enjoy. :D
Olive leapt out from behind a tree Dwayne had never known was there, aiming her squirt gun right at his chest. He ran, ducking down behind the fence and popping up a second later to check that she was gone. He suddenly had the horrible feeling that she was behind him somewhere, and spun around in a circle, but no one was there.
Then he heard footsteps.
"Arrrrgh!" he cried, not knowing exactly what this was supposed to achieve, and leapt up from behind the fence.
But it wasn't Olive. It was Frank.
"Oh, hey," he said, then, realising that Frank was dripping wet, added, "What's happened to you?"
"Olive sprayed me with her squirt gun," Frank said, sighing.
Dwayne checked to see if Olive was planning another attack, and, seeing that the coast was clear, he sauntered over. He peeled his uncle's soaked-through shirt away from his stomach, sliding one hand underneath it up to his chest.
"I'd like to spray you with my squirt gun," he whispered, tracing Frank's nipple with his fingertip.
"Dwayne, that's disgusting!" Frank gasped, but he was unable to hold back his laughter, and soon the two of them were in hysterics, doubled over and clutching each other.
"GOTCHA!" came a sudden cry, and Olive leapt out, squirt gun in hand, pulling the trigger to release a stream of water that hit Dwayne. He let out a squeal, darting to the side, and Olive pointed the gun at Frank.
"Argh! You'll pay for that, Olive Hoover!" Frank shouted, shaking his fist as he was soaked for the second time.
"Pay for it with what?" asked Dwayne as Olive ran off.
"You've really only got the one of those?" Frank asked him, frowning as he wrung out the front of his shirt onto the grass.
"I wasn't the kind of kid that played with squirt guns," Dwayne reminded him.
"No, that's right," sighed Frank. He looked around. "Where d'you suppose she's gone?"
Dwayne tried to shrug, but he was also attempting to peel off his shirt at the same time and it didn't really work. He squirmed, pulling the cold, wet fabric away from his skin.
"That's the armhole, you nitwit," Frank informed him, stepping forwards to give him a hand. "Here," he said, trying to guide Dwayne's head. "Stick it through - yeah, just there - no, that hole."
At this, Dwayne collapsed into giggles again, and it took another two minutes for them to actually get the t-shirt off. Frank shook his head. "Do you ever stop thinking about sex?"
Dwayne considered this. "Not really," he said. "But I am a teenage boy."
"Don't remind me."
"But it's so much fun watching you look all uncomfortable," Dwayne teased, turning to his uncle and pressing up against him.
"Dwayne…" Frank muttered, but he was instinctively turning his head and before he had a chance to think about anything else, he was kissing Dwayne, wrapping his arms around him and running them over his cool, bare back.
Suddenly a shot of water hit them both in the ankles, and they leapt apart, swearing and looking around frantically.
"Oh, thank God," Dwayne muttered, and Frank looked to see that Olive was behind the fence, and only the water-gun was pointing up over it. "She didn't see."
"You know, you have pretty incredible aim!" Frank called out, and then, though he didn't want to be a spoilsport, added, "But maybe you should go and play in your room or something!"
There was a moment's silence before the reply came.
"Maybe you two should go and play in yours!"
Title: Completion
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: R
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest.
Summary: A relationship that's lasted five years, and there's still something missing, something they both need to make things feel complete.
A/N: For fakebody, who requested Frank/Dwayne and the word 'completion'. 652 words, haha I totally lose, but I couldn't part with any of those 52. Hope you like it. :)
They'd waited until Dwayne was twenty one - five years too long as far as Dwayne was concerned, but Frank wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. Dwayne was back from college for Christmas, and he'd gone to visit Frank at his flat. Dwayne thought they hadn't seen each other for about six or seven months, he wasn't entirely sure. (He didn't know that Frank counted the days between visits, counted down the days until he'd see his nephew again.)
Dwayne had only knocked once when Frank flung open the door and embraced him in a rib-crushing hug. Dwayne had laughed, pulling away and muttering something about invasion of personal space. Frank had looked mock-offended before going on to their usual joke, looking Dwayne up and down and saying, "My, haven't you grown?"
They'd had dinner together, risotto that Dwayne insisted on cooking even though Frank only owned half the necessary ingredients and the rest had to be improvised. They shared a bottle of wine. They talked about Frank's new job, they talked about Dwayne's course. They talked about how Dwayne was exchanging letters with the fourth flight school he'd contacted so far.
Frank told Dwayne that he'd bumped into an old boyfriend a couple of weeks ago, casually mentioning how good he looked, and Dwayne played along, telling Frank just how many offers he'd had on nights out, from both boys and girls. They'd sat there, staring, plates clean and wine glasses empty, daring one another to be the first to say it. In the end they said it at the exact same time -
"I really missed you."
And they both knew that their relationship was far from perfect, that it was agony to be apart for so long, and that it was frustrating to have to hide their feelings most of the times they did see each other. They both knew that even after five years, they still felt guilty. They both knew that something was missing - that they could kiss for hours on end, touch each other with their hands and mouths, come, and still, it wasn't enough.
Still, Frank refused to do the one thing that Dwayne craved, the thing he had wanted all this time. The thing that made Frank shake his head and turn suddenly distant and cold whenever Dwayne asked.
But not tonight.
"Frank," Dwayne whispered, breaking the silence that had lasted a full minute and a half after the two had gotten into bed. "Frank. I know what you're going to say, but I want - I want to have sex with you."
There was another short silence - and Dwayne was suddenly worried that Frank was simply going to ignore him - and then there was a quiet rustling of sheets, and Frank replied, "I want to have sex with you too."
Dwayne wouldn't have admitted it, but the wait made it better. He taunted Frank about it, asking him why the hell they hadn't done it sooner, but deep down he knew why. And he knew why it was finally okay now. He may still have been Frank's nephew, but now he was his adult nephew, and even though he didn't like it, he could understand why that made Frank feel better about the situation.
It began to snow the second Frank was inside him, fragile little flakes drifting down to the ground outside the window, and Dwayne whispered it - "It's snowing," he said - and Frank just smiled and began to thrust, watching Dwayne's eyelids flutter shut. He didn't care about the snow, and it didn't take Dwayne long to forget about it.
Dwayne wrapped his arms around Frank, curling his toes and letting the feeling overwhelm him. Dwayne hadn't wanted to wait, but now the wait was over, it was worth it. It was a matter of completion, and not just of their relationship.
Dwayne held Frank tighter and sighed. This was it - he was complete.
Title: Squirt Gun
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: PG
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest.
Summary: Olive has a new toy and keeps using it at the most inopportune moments, not leaving Frank and Dwayne any time alone.
A/N: For insaneboingo, who requested Frank/Dwayne and the word 'squirt gun'. 600 words on the dot! Go me. Hope you enjoy. :D
Olive leapt out from behind a tree Dwayne had never known was there, aiming her squirt gun right at his chest. He ran, ducking down behind the fence and popping up a second later to check that she was gone. He suddenly had the horrible feeling that she was behind him somewhere, and spun around in a circle, but no one was there.
Then he heard footsteps.
"Arrrrgh!" he cried, not knowing exactly what this was supposed to achieve, and leapt up from behind the fence.
But it wasn't Olive. It was Frank.
"Oh, hey," he said, then, realising that Frank was dripping wet, added, "What's happened to you?"
"Olive sprayed me with her squirt gun," Frank said, sighing.
Dwayne checked to see if Olive was planning another attack, and, seeing that the coast was clear, he sauntered over. He peeled his uncle's soaked-through shirt away from his stomach, sliding one hand underneath it up to his chest.
"I'd like to spray you with my squirt gun," he whispered, tracing Frank's nipple with his fingertip.
"Dwayne, that's disgusting!" Frank gasped, but he was unable to hold back his laughter, and soon the two of them were in hysterics, doubled over and clutching each other.
"GOTCHA!" came a sudden cry, and Olive leapt out, squirt gun in hand, pulling the trigger to release a stream of water that hit Dwayne. He let out a squeal, darting to the side, and Olive pointed the gun at Frank.
"Argh! You'll pay for that, Olive Hoover!" Frank shouted, shaking his fist as he was soaked for the second time.
"Pay for it with what?" asked Dwayne as Olive ran off.
"You've really only got the one of those?" Frank asked him, frowning as he wrung out the front of his shirt onto the grass.
"I wasn't the kind of kid that played with squirt guns," Dwayne reminded him.
"No, that's right," sighed Frank. He looked around. "Where d'you suppose she's gone?"
Dwayne tried to shrug, but he was also attempting to peel off his shirt at the same time and it didn't really work. He squirmed, pulling the cold, wet fabric away from his skin.
"That's the armhole, you nitwit," Frank informed him, stepping forwards to give him a hand. "Here," he said, trying to guide Dwayne's head. "Stick it through - yeah, just there - no, that hole."
At this, Dwayne collapsed into giggles again, and it took another two minutes for them to actually get the t-shirt off. Frank shook his head. "Do you ever stop thinking about sex?"
Dwayne considered this. "Not really," he said. "But I am a teenage boy."
"Don't remind me."
"But it's so much fun watching you look all uncomfortable," Dwayne teased, turning to his uncle and pressing up against him.
"Dwayne…" Frank muttered, but he was instinctively turning his head and before he had a chance to think about anything else, he was kissing Dwayne, wrapping his arms around him and running them over his cool, bare back.
Suddenly a shot of water hit them both in the ankles, and they leapt apart, swearing and looking around frantically.
"Oh, thank God," Dwayne muttered, and Frank looked to see that Olive was behind the fence, and only the water-gun was pointing up over it. "She didn't see."
"You know, you have pretty incredible aim!" Frank called out, and then, though he didn't want to be a spoilsport, added, "But maybe you should go and play in your room or something!"
There was a moment's silence before the reply came.
"Maybe you two should go and play in yours!"