Little Miss Sunshine
Author's Name: veiledndarkness
Story Title: Wandering Thoughts
Movie: Little Miss Sunshine
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied potential slash. Frank/Dwayne
Summary: In the stillness of the night, his mind wanders.
Disclaimer: The characters within are not mine. I make no profit from this.
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Something about him, something in the way his silence speaks volumes, Frank decides. The stillness of the room, the damn silence of it all, it’s suffocating. He feels like he could choke on the thick, all encompassing silence that fills the house.
It’s all the words that go unsaid between Richard and Sheryl, all the words they don’t say, the ones that count the most. It’s the unspoken bond that Olive has with Richard’s father, the easy way they understand each other, a silence that separates them from the rest of the family.
It’s Dwayne’s silence that makes Frank itch. He can see his dark eyes screaming from behind his messy hair, saying more than words ever could. Frank watches him sleep throughout the trip. He wonders what he dreams about, why his forehead creases, and why he whimpers in his sleep, struggling with his silent demons.
Frank rubs one finger over his newly healed skin, phantom pains lingering still, his scars shiny and tender to the touch. Nothing changes, the thought occurs to him. Richard and Sheryl still fight, endless rounds of dancing around the end of their relationship. Olive is still Olive, original and irrepressible.
And Dwayne intrigues him still. Frank fears where his interest is leading him, but he can’t look away, can’t stop watching him, and not even sure he would want to stop. He speaks now and then, his voice low and muted, sending shivers racing down Frank’s spine.
He knows, Frank thinks. Something in those eyes of his, they gleam with knowledge, as if Dwayne knows exactly what Frank’s thinking of when he catches him staring again. His fear holds him back, his knowledge of what is morally acceptable and the feeling that Sheryl could never understand. All this keeps him from indulging in the tempting boy before him, mere inches from him, sleeping uneasily on his own bed.
He waits patiently, knowing that Dwayne will come to his bed soon after his nightmare ends, needing comfort, but unwilling to ask for it. Frank will move over, allow him to crawl onto the mattress and curl up around him, their bodies pressed tightly together on the small bed. He’ll rest his face near Dwayne’s neck, inhaling the faint scent of sweat and musk, spice and youth, an intoxicating mix.
The guilt is fleeting. Dwayne is forbidden from him on some levels, but Frank will take what he can get from him, even these moments when Dwayne’s wrapped around him, breathing slowly, his sleep peaceful, contented sounds when he dreams. He smiles, knowing that nothing is said in the morning, never mentioned in the light of day.
The silence fills the house still.
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Story Title: Wandering Thoughts
Movie: Little Miss Sunshine
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied potential slash. Frank/Dwayne
Summary: In the stillness of the night, his mind wanders.
Disclaimer: The characters within are not mine. I make no profit from this.
*
Something about him, something in the way his silence speaks volumes, Frank decides. The stillness of the room, the damn silence of it all, it’s suffocating. He feels like he could choke on the thick, all encompassing silence that fills the house.
It’s all the words that go unsaid between Richard and Sheryl, all the words they don’t say, the ones that count the most. It’s the unspoken bond that Olive has with Richard’s father, the easy way they understand each other, a silence that separates them from the rest of the family.
It’s Dwayne’s silence that makes Frank itch. He can see his dark eyes screaming from behind his messy hair, saying more than words ever could. Frank watches him sleep throughout the trip. He wonders what he dreams about, why his forehead creases, and why he whimpers in his sleep, struggling with his silent demons.
Frank rubs one finger over his newly healed skin, phantom pains lingering still, his scars shiny and tender to the touch. Nothing changes, the thought occurs to him. Richard and Sheryl still fight, endless rounds of dancing around the end of their relationship. Olive is still Olive, original and irrepressible.
And Dwayne intrigues him still. Frank fears where his interest is leading him, but he can’t look away, can’t stop watching him, and not even sure he would want to stop. He speaks now and then, his voice low and muted, sending shivers racing down Frank’s spine.
He knows, Frank thinks. Something in those eyes of his, they gleam with knowledge, as if Dwayne knows exactly what Frank’s thinking of when he catches him staring again. His fear holds him back, his knowledge of what is morally acceptable and the feeling that Sheryl could never understand. All this keeps him from indulging in the tempting boy before him, mere inches from him, sleeping uneasily on his own bed.
He waits patiently, knowing that Dwayne will come to his bed soon after his nightmare ends, needing comfort, but unwilling to ask for it. Frank will move over, allow him to crawl onto the mattress and curl up around him, their bodies pressed tightly together on the small bed. He’ll rest his face near Dwayne’s neck, inhaling the faint scent of sweat and musk, spice and youth, an intoxicating mix.
The guilt is fleeting. Dwayne is forbidden from him on some levels, but Frank will take what he can get from him, even these moments when Dwayne’s wrapped around him, breathing slowly, his sleep peaceful, contented sounds when he dreams. He smiles, knowing that nothing is said in the morning, never mentioned in the light of day.
The silence fills the house still.
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