Fic: Unintended
Title: Unintended
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage, incest, language, bottom!Dwayne, first-time TOP!DWAYNE (expect awkwardness). Long fic is long (~7500 words). Un-beta'd (I didn't want to bug anyone this month).
Summary: Frank hates his birthday, but Dwayne intends to fix that and then ends up doing more than he bargained for
Disclaimer: LMS is not mine
A/N: Title shamelessly yoinked from the Muse song of the same name
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
-"Unintended", Muse
During one of the infrequent occasions when the entire family sat down together for dinner, all of them ate in silence, each occupied with his or her own meal. Frank had cooked and it just so happened that everyone was available to eat at the same time. The Hoovers still needed to work on their dinner conversation, so the only sounds heard came from the impact of cutlery against plates.
Sheryl suddenly spoke and surprised everyone, fracturing their distracted states. “You know, Frank’s birthday is next week.”
The others stopped and looked up at the same time. Frank’s eyes widened in mortified shock. Dwayne froze and held his fork in mid-air, strands of pasta dangling off it.
“Really?” Olive exclaimed with a high-pitched squeal. “Are we going to have a party?”
“Um, I…you guys,” Frank mumbled, his alarm growing. “It’s not-”
“I was thinking we could all go out for dinner that night,” Sheryl continued. “And I mean someplace nice. We haven’t gone to a restaurant in a long time. It’s the perfect occasion.”
Frank’s discomfort turned into panic. “No! Sheryl, n-no! Please, don’t.”
Dwayne could sense what his uncle felt and wished his mother would leave the matter alone. But she didn’t.
“Frank, we can’t just let it go by!”
“Why not?”
“What do you mean why not? It’s your birthday! We have to do something.”
“No. No, we don’t,” Frank insisted desperately. “It’s-it’s not a big deal. I really don’t want to do anything. I’d prefer to just let it pass, to be honest.
“Oh, Frank,” Sheryl groaned.
“Uh, Mom,” Dwayne intervened, to everyone’s amazement. “I think if Fr-Uncle Frank doesn’t want anything, maybe we should just…not do anything.”
“Dwayne, don’t be ridiculous,” Sheryl replied, dismissively. “Don’t you want your uncle to have a good time one day in a year?”
Uh, yeah, which is why you need to shut up and leave him alone. “Well, yes…”
Sheryl turned to Richard. “What do you think, Rich?”
All attention turned to Richard, waiting for his make-or-break assessment. Frank prayed internally that, for once, Richard’s hostility toward him would work in his favor.
“I don’t see why not,” Richard said, shrugging casually. “It has been a while.”
Fuck. “Guys, no, you don’t have to,” Frank insisted. “Please, it’s not necessary. Not worth the trouble.” For what he was doing right under their noses, he didn’t think he deserved any special treatment.
Sheryl refused to take no for an answer. “It’s no trouble at all! You’re here with us already and we’d all love a nice dinner in a nice place and, well,” she slowed down. “I think it’d make you happy, you know, just to have a good time and forget everything else for a day.”
“Well,” Frank said, considering it hesitantly. “I guess, if you really want to. I can’t say no.”
“How old are you going to be?” Olive asked.
Frank blushed. “Um, forty-six,” he mumbled.
The girl had not heard him. “How old?”
He cleared his throat. “Forty-six.” He swallowed it like a bitter pill. Across the table, his nephew’s eyes widened with shock.
Shit, you’re old, Dwayne thought. Much older than he guessed. He never really wanted to know his uncle’s age. It made the gap between them less troublesome if he never knew the exact number. But there it was.
“Please, please don’t do anything!” Frank begged.
“Oh, Frank.”
“I’m serious. I’ve been living here like a parasite. I can’t stand the thought of you wasting money on top of that.
“Well, I can’t stand the thought of leaving you with nothing on your birthday. The past couple of years, all I did was call you and send you something in the mail. I think you’ve had this coming. We’ll keep it modest, if that makes you feel better.”
Frank shrugged, conceding defeat. “Alright, then.”
***
Maybe that’s what all of this is. A midlife crisis. Sure, let’s go with that, Frank thought as he lay in his cot, nowhere near able to sleep. He hated his birthday. Another year and nothing changed. Still miserable, now homeless, and apparently a pervert. I never intended for any of this to happen. I should be dead right now.
“I didn’t know you were that old,” Dwayne said from his bed.
“Excuse me?” Frank replied, more than slightly affronted.
“Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was coming up?”
Frank closed his eyes and sighed. “Please, Dwayne. It’s not a big deal.”
“The hell it isn’t! I only have a few days to think of what to get you or do for you.”
“Did you not hear what I said before-wait, do for me?”
Dwayne refused to clarify and said nothing more. He turned off the light and went to sleep, leaving Frank to wonder what he meant.
***
Sheryl threw a wrench in all of Dwayne’s plans when she announced she would take Frank’s birthday off from work. She didn’t want him to spend the day by himself, because apparently Dwayne didn’t exist, but she mostly wanted to make sure Frank didn’t do something to himself. Dwayne hid his disappointment, but was very annoyed that he wouldn’t be alone with Frank. Now, he had to delay everything for the day after.
But that didn’t mean he had to avoid Frank altogether. The night before the big day, Frank was drifting off to sleep when Dwayne climbed into the cot and sat on top of him.
“Oh, Dwayne,” Frank groaned exhaustedly. “What are you-I was about to fall asleep. Have mercy on me.”
“It’s your birthday,” Dwayne replied.
“Uh, yeah, tomorrow.”
“Look at the clock.”
Sure enough, the digital clock on Dwayne’s nightstand told him it was just after midnight. Dwayne had waited.
Frank rubbed his eyes tiredly. “You clever bastard. Look, I really am tired, okay?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Dwayne said and threw the blanket off to the side. He brusquely pulled down Frank’s pajamas and wrapped his hand around Frank’s cock.
“Oh my God, Dwayne, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like? It’s officially your birthday and I wanted to start it off with a bang. Birthday blowjob.” He squeezed Frank’s cock to emphasize himself, then rubbed his thumb into the head, making Frank gasp and jerk his hips up into Dwayne’s hand.
“You really like doing this, don’t you?” Frank said, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ll suck you all day if you want me to,” Dwayne purred. “Or any other day, really. Whatever makes you happy.”
Frank’s head fell back with a sigh. “Oh, Dwayne, what am I going to do with you?”
“Whatever the fuck you want. Today I have to give you up to everyone else, but like you said, we have the whole next day alone. I don’t like making it a belated birthday, but whatever.”
“And what exactly are you planning?”
“Anything you ask. And I mean anything. So start coming up with ideas, requests. I won’t say no. I’ll be completely under your control for the day. How does that sound?”
“Um…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Dwayne said, smirking. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head of Frank’s erection, holding it at the base, suckling and licking until it hardened, throbbed and filled his mouth. He took in more and used every trick he ever picked up, slowly, because Frank liked everything to go on forever. And for the occasion, he made sure to put in every effort, teasingly lapping at the thick length, tonguing the head both quickly and then deliberately, humming and hollowing his cheeks around the shaft as he took him as far as he could. His jaw ached the harder he sucked, but it was so worth it having the straining heat in his mouth, listening to the older man’s groans and heavy breathing, and to feel fingers threading through his hair, clutching, not aware of their pull.
Frank started bucking erratically, not seeing or thinking straight by this point after having speechlessly watched Dwayne suck him until spit dripped down his cock.
“I-Dwayne…” he just barely choked out.
Dwayne heard but continued all the same until Frank came and filled his mouth with his release. He kept sucking to the last of it, swallowed, and then sat up, smiling and licking his wet, reddened lips.
“Happy birthday.”
***
“Hey, Frank. Are you okay?” Dwayne asked, sitting down on the cot next to Frank the following night.
Frank had fallen asleep in the car on the way home from the restaurant, and as soon as they all returned, he went straight to his cot and collapsed face-down with his clothes on. The Hoovers had made the mistake of ordering a bottle of wine for him and the consequences had been less than pleasant.
“Dwayne, if you think for one second that I’m going to…”
“No! I’m not! I just wanted to see if you were alright.”
Throughout the entire dinner, Frank was still immensely uncomfortable with the unwanted attention and the accompanying guilt. The wine seemed an easy remedy. He only drank occasionally and very rarely to excess, but if he did overdo it, it tended to erase the line of restraint and propriety he would never otherwise cross, and what came out of his mouth depended on his mood at the time. Thus, with every glass, he grew more irritated, passive-aggressive and snarky. It also didn’t help that he was mixing alcohol with high doses of antidepressants. He shocked everyone by snapping at Richard after weeks of suppressing his opinion of him. When he realized what he had done, he groveled for forgiveness, and when the family surprised him with a cake for desert, he broke down sobbing.
“I’m okay,” Frank groaned. “God, I hate my goddamn birthday. Always have.” His voice was muffled with his face planted in the pillow. “Why-why did she have to do this? It could’ve passed like any other day and I wouldn’t have come off like a complete asshole.”
Luckily, he couldn’t see Dwayne withholding laughter. “But then we’d have no reason to celebrate tomorrow,” the boy said.
“Will I even be able to? I have a massive headache.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be doing most of the work, anyway. You know, you’re kind of bitchy when you get drunk.”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
“You totally told off Richard. That was awesome!”
“That was terrible!” Frank grumbled. “He paid for dinner! And I was so rude to your mother, too. Oh, God.” He exhaled loudly and let his head roll back. “On the other hand, I’ve been told I’m hilarious if I’m in a better mood. And…a bit more friendly than usual, if you know what I mean.”
Dwayne laughed. “Whoa! You mean you get all slutty?”
“In a word…yes. Typical me, huh? Get drunk off my ass, and then go for the first thing that comes along.”
“Ha! In that case, I should make sure you get drunk more often.”
***
Frank had recovered well by the next day. The shame still lingered a bit, but Dwayne made no mention of the previous day. He let Frank sleep as long as he needed and once the man woke, he wanted to start the day as early as possible. Dwayne made breakfast for them, and after a long shower and a change of clothes, Frank felt much better.
After they ate, they moved to the couch. Frank had practically inhaled his breakfast and Dwayne was eager to fulfill his offer. He seated himself in Frank’s lap, straddling him, and the two began kissing passionately as though it were two teenagers there instead of one. The boy’s mouth was so soft and so kissable that Frank couldn’t tear himself away even though he knew he had been promised other things. But Dwayne said nothing. They were going to do whatever Frank wanted and, obviously, this was it. If Frank just wanted to make out, even if it was for hours on end, that’s what they would do. It was actually rather endearing to think that Frank simply wanted some affection. And Dwayne was glad to provide, not just because he was duty-bound to, but with Frank’s capable hands and mouth, being touched and kissed by him was nothing to complain about. Frank could run his lips along Dwayne’s neck and it was enough to stop the boy’s breath and make him melt in the older man’s lap. Dwayne belonged to Frank; there was no need to say it.
“So what do you want?” Dwayne purred. “I said you could have anything. As much as you want.”
“As opposed to all the times I’ve turned you down?” Frank replied with a laugh. Though they spoke, their kissing didn’t stop or even slow, tongues clashing, teeth nipping at lips.
“I think I pretty much have everything I want,” Frank said, and slid a hand under the boy’s T-shirt and up his stomach. “Right here.” He hooked a finger behind the waistband of the boy’s briefs and pulled them down a little at the side, exposing a hipbone, while his thumb rubbed in circles above it. Something about the clean, white cotton clinging to the angular hips went straight to Frank’s loins every time. The shirt had to be about two sizes too small because every time Dwayne moved, he exposed a strip of his flat stomach above his briefs. Frank put his hands on Dwayne’s waist right where it was bare.
“No, I mean right now,” Dwayne said. “Don’t get all…conceptual on me. I’m talking about specifics.” He shifted closer, slowly swaying and riding Frank’s thigh.
Frank looked up at his nephew slyly. “Just you, kid. Or is that too vague?”
“A little. It is your birthday, you know. Yesterday doesn’t count.”
“Hmm. So it is.” He moved his hand to the front and reached into Dwayne’s briefs to fondle the teen’s cock. Dwayne instantly moaned, gripped Frank’s shoulder, and thrust against his palm. His other hand went on top of the back of the couch to pull himself up onto his knees as Frank worked him faster.
“Wow, Frank,” Dwayne breathed. “I thought I was going to need to do more convincing.”
Frank eventually let go. Dwayne moved back and peeled his briefs down, slowly, a coy look in his eyes and biting his lower lip seductively.
“You little tease. What is this, a striptease?” Frank asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dwayne merely smirked cleverly. Once they were down to mid-thigh and his dick was uncovered, Frank wet a finger in his mouth, searched past the boy’s soft thighs and slid it into him. Dwayne gasped and threw his head back. Frank then found Dwayne’s prostate and pressed it, making the teenager groan and arch reflexively, and then he rewarded him with a second.
“This was supposed to be about you,” Dwayne said when he recaptured his breath.
“It is. Do you know what it does to a person when someone just offers himself the way you do? That’s more than enough for me.”
“You’re a simple man, Frank,” Dwayne quipped. “You don’t need much, do you?”
“Nah,” Frank answered, smiling. He stroked inside the warm tightness for a little longer and then pulled his fingers out.
Dwayne wasn’t giving up. “Ask me already! What do you want? A blowjob? My bed? Your cot? Bend me over the table? Tie me up? Want me to get on all fours? What?”
Frank blushed. “Oh my God, Dwayne…”
“Well, what?” Dwayne asked. “Tell me! If there’s something you want, say it.” Frustrated, Dwayne removed his briefs and shirt completely to force things along. He resumed rocking in Frank’s lap and trailed his hand up Frank’s chest until his fingertips reached the side of his face. “Come on, tell me,” he cooed near Frank’s cheek. His voice was low and smooth as syrup, matching the eagerness in his eyes. “I want to know what you like. I keep trying to figure it out myself, because I know you’d probably never tell me. Anything you want. Don’t hold back. Tell me what to do. Use me.”
Oh, you’re good. Frank could barely sit still, much less answer, with the completely naked boy swaying on him and pressing his hardening cock against his stomach. All his and ready for anything. Oh, Christ, he shouldn’t even be doing this, much less taking requests…
When Frank still didn’t give him an answer, Dwayne stopped with an angry groan. “Ugh, fine then!” He sat back and rolled his eyes. “You know, if I were as old as you, I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.”
“Um? Excuse me? With the old, again?” Frank said with mock-indignation. “You’ve got some nerve making fun of me on my birth-on the day after my birthday! I know you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Nice choice of words.”
Frank smirked and drew Dwayne closer, putting a hand on his waist and pulling him back in. “Okay, come here.”
Dwayne leaned in and nibbled on Frank’s neck, while Frank reached under him again and teased around his opening. The boy writhed against him, humming and whimpering into his neck. “Nnmmn…Frank…” He reached down and rubbed Frank like Frank did to him a few minutes ago. The friction against fabric felt good, but even better when Dwayne reached inside and went directly for his cock, hot and hard in his hand. Frank groaned as the teenager’s fingers closed around his shaft.
Dwayne then started pushing Frank’s shirt up with his other hand; Frank got the hint and removed it. When it was off, Dwayne leaned in to press his face to Frank’s chest and kiss into it, one hand raking through the hairs and tugging. Frank’s fingers ran through Dwayne’s black strands and then Dwayne moved back up a kiss at a time to Frank’s waiting mouth.
The boy sensed Frank was finally responding, so he kept moving things along. He took Frank’s hands in his own and pressed them to his waist, swaying from side to side. He guided them up and down his sides, still rolling his slinky hips, until Frank broke out of his trance. Frank smoothed his hands on his own all over the lithe, lean body gyrating against him. It was so light and thin, it seemed to weigh nothing.
Dwayne then pulled away, turned around, and sprawled himself out against Frank, slumping down a little in his lap so that they were at a face-to-face height, then turned his neck and clasped his hand around the opposite side of the Frank’s face. Frank also reached up and held the boy’s cheek so that their lips came together in a fervent kiss. His hands moved smoothly over the teenager’s chest while he buried his face in the boy’s back to kiss and nip at the skin there. Dwayne shivered when he felt the wet warmth of a tongue sweep along the back of his shoulder and he arched as Frank’s fingertips teased a nipple. Elated that his uncle was finally fully engaged, he leaned forward, resting his weight on Frank’s knees, and ground his ass harder, again hypnotizing Frank with the sinuous, fluid motion of his hips. Frank grasped them and pulled him closer, rubbing his hardening cock against Dwayne’s bare ass, which spurred the teenager to move faster still when he could feel it.
“Enjoying this, Frank?” Dwayne asked, turning his head for a sly glance.
Frank’s answer was to pull him back against himself to resume groping him. He snaked his hands down Dwayne’s stomach to his thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, then wrapped his hand around the teen’s cock and began working him in long strokes, as Dwayne thrust his hips in time, moaning quietly.
Just when Dwayne’s ecstasy began to make him forget everything around him, Frank stopped and murmured, “Let’s go to your room.”
“Whatever you want, Frank.”
Once in Dwayne’s bed, Frank came down to kiss Dwayne deeply, trying to convey his gratitude through it. Dwayne stilled for a moment with surprise, but then returned it with the same fervor, excited by it. He slipped his tongue out and was met with Frank’s, moaning pleasurably against Frank’s mouth. Frank was determined to taste every flavor of Dwayne’s mouth along with the softness of his lips, excited to hear the little breaths and whimpers that emerged from them. He slid his mouth away, tasting along the boy’s jaw, then his neck, breathing him in, nipping lightly, kissing, licking along the curve where it met his shoulder. He ran a hand up the boy’s chest, thumb teasing in circles over a taut nipple, while his mouth followed down and engulfed the other, tongue doing the same. He continued down Dwayne’s stomach, dragging his teeth across the pale skin, and took the time to nibble along a hip bone. All the while, Dwayne sighed and moaned, cheeks flushing and heartbeat quickening with the thrill from Frank’s willingness and commitment to his proposition.
“Frank…” Dwayne breathed next to Frank’s ear when Frank returned to his lips. He kissed Frank all over his face and up and down his neck and chest. His hips rolled eagerly up into him, shifting so that their cocks met. Frank smiled at him, gently brushed his hair from his eyes, and clasped his hands around his nephew’s face for a kiss, he smiled back and nuzzled his cheek against Frank’s for the familiar scrape. He arched and offered himself up for Frank to cover him in kisses, and then turned over onto his stomach so Frank could make a path down his back.
At times like this, Frank almost didn’t believe this was the same boy who had cut himself off from everyone and sulked in his room all day long. He didn’t remember anyone giving him this much attention, either, for his birthday or even otherwise. He wrapped his hand around Dwayne’s cock and gave him some well-deserved pleasure, teasing him, flicking his thumb over the leaking head. Dwayne whimpered and fidgeted; the deliberate lightness of Frank’s touches were absolutely maddening.
“Frank! Not that this isn’t awesome, but aren’t you going to fuck me?” the teenager lamented.
“I thought I got to call the shots today,” Frank said, amused.
“You do! I just want to make sure you’re getting what you want.”
“I am, Dwayne. I just want you.” Frank wished Dwayne could see that his nephew’s devoted affections and any chance to touch and taste him truly were enough. “That’s all.”
“Okay,” Dwayne said, still a tiny bit uncertain. “It just seems like you’re doing all the work, as usual.”
“Trust me,” Frank said, cupping Dwayne’s cheek and kissing him. “I’m doing exactly what I want. Promise.”
The lube was already within reach on the nightstand and Frank took it and applied it to his cock. He then motioned for Dwayne get on his lap. Dwayne straddled Frank and sat with his knees on either side of Frank’s thighs.
“This is what you want?” Dwayne asked one last time.
“Yes, Dwayne.” Frank wound his arms tightly around the boy so that they were flush against one another, chest to chest, and pulled him in, making the boy groan and jerk his hips forward into Frank’s erection. Point proven. Their mouths collided and they both began to rock, cocks sliding together.
With Frank holding him, Dwayne rose and aligned his entrance with Frank’s cock. With a hard push, he slipped past the head, impaling himself on the hard length, and slid down until he had taken it in to the hilt. He released a long-held groan and took a moment to adjust to the fullness, but savored the sweet ache. Frank swooned as well from the quick collision of their hips and then steadied them both. Once ready, Dwayne began to move up and down while Frank firmly gripped the flesh of Dwayne’s ass, rocking him back and forth, his own hips surging up to meet Dwayne’s thrusts.
“God, Frank…” the teen gasped. He squirmed in Frank’s lap, pressing down to take him in as deep as his body could. Their arms surrounded one another again, their mouths met unceasingly, and they moved as one in the same rhythm.
Gradually, their pace increased, with Dwayne raising himself higher and coming down harder, the tight inner muscles clenching and releasing. The sensation made Frank thrust harder into him and he rocked him with more force, pulling him further, taking control of the pace and the teenager’s movements.
Dwayne released cry after cry of pleasure, exhilarated by the rough, unrelenting feel of Frank driving in and out of him and moving his pliant body completely to his will. He ached for even the slightest relieving touch but made no protest this time, letting Frank use him for as long as he wanted. He simply wailed louder, panting heavily and riding him with every last ounce of strength he had.
Hearing Dwayne’s increasingly desperate cries and sensing his exertion, Frank gave him the release he needed. He took Dwayne’s cock in his hand once again. Dwayne whined and thrust madly against the sliding friction and firm grip surrounding him.
He came, clawing at Frank’s back, body convulsing uncontrollably and torrent of moans, expletives and “Frank” escaping his mouth. Frank followed mere seconds later, his hips bucking sharply to match Dwayne's throes. When it was all over, he fell back, exhausted, taking Dwayne with him, who slumped limply onto him like a rag doll.
Frank gasped for breath, chest rising and falling under the weight of his nephew’s body. He pulled out of him and nudged him to move more onto the bed, but still kept him close.
“So,” Dwayne said, turning to Frank. His cheeks were bright red and Frank could feel his quick puffs of breath on his own neck. “Good birthday so far?”
“Oh, I’d say yes,” Frank replied with a soft chuckle, and leaned his head against the boy’s.
“Good. Wish I could’ve done more, or actually got you something if I’d known sooner.”
“Oh, Dwayne!” Frank brushed Dwayne’s cheek and gave him a kiss. “I’d rather have you.” He swept away the stringy hair obscuring the boy’s eyes. They blinked a few times and fell shut defensively. Though he had become less guarded since he began speaking again, the way Frank sometimes looked at him completely disarmed him and he immediately wanted to hide and recede into himself.
Dwayne shrugged, trying to suppress his emotions. “No problem.”
“And thanks for the lap dance, by the way,” Frank said.
“Heh. Thought you’d like that.”
“Well, now you know you have something to fall back on.”
“Oh, ha-ha. Very funny.”
They rested in silence for a little while, retreating into the calm of their own thoughts. Silence was never awkward between them. Neither felt pressure to fill it and they respected each other’s need for it, knowing the value of quiet.
Soon, Frank opened his eyes and looked at Dwayne. Dwayne almost seemed like he was asleep by his serene face and quiet breathing; he looked so beautiful and Frank’s lust began to return. He brought the boy out of his daydreams, kissing him softly, sliding a hand down his side, fingertips traveling over ribs and the curve of a hip.
“Someone wants seconds,” Dwayne remarked with a smile.
“Just cashing in on your offer.”
“No problem. I was wondering when you’d ask.”
“What time is it?” Frank asked, stretching his head to find the clock.
“Time enough for one more go. This offer expires soon. So what do you want, now? Tell me.”
“I think I just thought of something.”
Dwayne’s eyes widened with excitement and he sat up. “Ooh, really? What?”
“You.”
The teenager rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Frank. You have me already, right here, ready for the taking.”
“I mean, I want you…to do what I’ve been doing to you all this time.” He picked up the lube, sat in front of Dwayne, and held it out to him.
Dwayne stared at it and then looked up at Frank anxiously. “What? Y-you mean, you want me to-to do…you?”
Frank nodded.
“But, I don’t know, I-I’ve never…”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Dwayne. You’re not obligated just because of my birthday. I just think it’s only fair for you to do it, for once.”
“No, I mean…I just-what if I do something wrong?”
“You won’t. I’m sure you know the drill. You’d just do what I’ve always done and I’ll help you along. But you don’t have to. I’m not going to make you and I’m not disappointed, okay? I won’t be happy if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Have you…ever had someone else do it?”
“Yes.”
Dwayne gaped at Frank. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Do you…like it? I don’t want to do anything because you think it’s what I expect. I won’t be disappointed, either.”
Frank took both of Dwayne’s hands into his own. “I do, but listen to me, Dwayne. You see, as grateful as I am for your, uh, generosity and selflessness, it got me thinking: at some point, you ought to figure out your own identity instead of depending on me. Right now, you’re still learning and you don’t know anything else, but in the future, when you start getting into other relationships, you should have this figured out. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, other relationships?”
“Dwayne-okay, forget that. I’m just saying you need to be your own person so you can make sure you’re getting what you want.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you want to do this earlier? We could’ve done it already.”
“Yeah, as if I was going to get picky with you never having done anything before. That you even let me to begin with was unbelievable enough. Besides, you’re the biggest ass-slut I’ve ever known, so if it was what you wanted, well, that’s what we did.”
Despite the attempt at humor, Frank still saw the pained hesitation and conflict in his nephew’s face and decided maybe it was better to just drop the idea. “Hey, why don’t we call it a day and have some leftover cake?”
“What about what you asked for?”
Frank waved a hand. “It’s okay. Forget about that.”
“No! No way. You said you like it, right? Then let’s do what you want. You’re always going out of your way for me when I’m constantly bugging you do all sorts of crazy shit. That’s the whole point of today-what you want. I-I know I’m totally going to sound like Mom, but I…I really want you to just feel good for a day, so if this is what you want, we’ll do it.”
“Oh, Dwayne. It’s- it’s always been what I want. You don’t have to do this.”
“No, I want to!” Dwayne persisted. “Just…show me.”
“Dwayne…”
There was so much Dwayne wanted to do for his uncle, so many things he wanted to say. But he thought he was too young, that at his age his words had no weight against all the accumulated years of pain in Frank’s life. He once felt so much futility in his own, but he didn’t truly know what helplessness was until, for the first time, he found he could do nothing for someone he loved.
“Please, Frank! Let’s just try it, not even because you asked, but I just want to know what it’s like. That’s all.”
Frank mulled it over and sighed. “Alright. If you really want to. Here.” He handed Dwayne the lube again.
Dwayne opened it cautiously and poured some on his fingers. More nervous than he had ever been in his life, Dwayne reached under the covers and searched until his fingers found the crease between Frank’s legs. Frank opened them a bit more.
“Keep going.”
Dwayne kept on and paused when his index finger was pressed up against Frank’s entrance. He looked up at Frank for reassurance and Frank gave it with a calm look of encouragement. He hugged the boy tighter around the shoulders and pulled him closer for a distracting kiss.
“Go ahead. You’re not doing this alone, okay? I said I would help you. You know, protégé means protected. Trust me.” Frank whispered and deepened the kiss, which Dwayne took as the cue to push inside. He held his breath, shut his eyes and pressed.
“See? Not so bad. You can move it around.”
Dwayne carefully wriggled his finger around inside, testing and exploring, wondering if it felt exactly the same when it was Frank fingering him, instead. “Feels weird doing this to you. Like I shouldn’t.”
“You know, if this is making you so uncomfortable…”
“No! I want to do this.”
It was so much easier when all Dwayne had to do was lie back and Frank did everything. He was nervous, too, his first time with Frank, but never this uncertain. He had trusted Frank wholeheartedly, and Frank was actually the more anxious one when it happened.
The boy pushed further, slowly, until Frank suddenly gasped and jumped, startling Dwayne and nearly making him pull out completely.
Dwayne’s entire face screamed panic. “Oh, my God! What did I do? Frank? Frank!”
“No! It’s okay!” Frank said, trying to calm him down. “You…you got it.”
“I got…? Ohhh!” Dwayne pushed back in and repeated what he’d done and received the same reaction. For the first time, he felt like he’d gotten something right. He kept moving his finger in and out, pressing to the same spot with more confidence after seeing the pleased response from Frank. Frank had started to rock his hips a little in the same rhythm and began stroking the boy’s hair gently and kissing him to comfort him. Even in this situation, he was the one leading and guiding.
“You’re doing alright,” he said. “Really.”
Dwayne took his word for it and continued, growing more comfortable with what he was doing.
“Okay, that’s good enough,” Frank said after a few more minutes. “We can move on.”
Dwayne’s stomach twisted. This was the part he dreaded and all the nervousness left him less than ready. He was absolutely mortified.
“Frank, I, um, I’m not…I think I need…help…” He could barely get the words out or look Frank in the eyes, and for a moment he thought he would just give up and fling himself out the nearest window to spare them both the embarrassment.
“What? What’s wrong?” Frank asked.
Dwayne quickly glanced down, hoping his uncle got the hint.
“Oh…okay. I see what you mean.” Frank took the lube, put some on his hand, slipped it between them and stroked him. “Close your eyes,” he murmured. “Don’t think about anything else, just how this feels and how good it’s going to be when you’re inside me.”
Oh, fuck. In a few moments, Dwayne was good to go. He picked up the lube and thoroughly coated his cock, recalling how many times he had seen Frank do it.
“Ready?” Frank asked.
“I guess. So, uh, I just…?”
“Yeah, let me help.” Frank grasped Dwayne at the hips and held him steady.
“Okay.” The boy was trembling more than Frank had ever seen.
Frank rubbed his back soothingly. “Dwayne, relax. If you’re stressed out and tense, it just makes it more difficult.”
“I’m trying. I just don’t want to fuck this up.”
“You won’t. I promise. You’re doing fine.”
The teenager sighed. “Shit, Frank, this is probably your worst birthday ever.”
“I’ve had worse,” the man said, chuckling lightly.
“Okay.” Dwayne cautiously moved in and worked on aligning himself while Frank guided him. Frank held him close, hoping it provided some sense of security.
“Hold on to me. Alright. Come in a little more. Okay, you’re good. Good. Go ahead.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. Just push. Now.”
“Okay.” Dwayne held his breath and clung to Frank harder as he pressed. He struggled, afraid he’d do something wrong, or that he might actually hurt Frank.
“Dwayne, you’re going to have to…”
“I know. I’m still trying.”
Frank couldn’t stand seeing how disappointed in himself Dwayne appeared, a look of failure filling his anxious eyes. He grabbed the boy by the backside and sharply pulled him in. They both cried out from the impact.
Dwayne was horrified. “Oh, my God! Frank! Are you okay? You should’ve warned me or something!”
Frank scoffed, “Oh, please. What do I look like? Some kind of amateur? Keep going.”
The teenager finally laughed and some of the tension left him. He continued, pushing slowly until he was as far in as he could be.
“And, now, I just…?”
“Yup.”
Dwayne carefully pulled back a little and thrust back in again. He asked Frank silently for another sign of confirmation and received a positive nod. Again, he tried, then gave another look and got another nod. With Frank’s hands guiding him, he slowly repeated the thrusts until he fell into a steady rhythm.
“Well? How is it?” Frank asked.
“It’s…good. Like, really, really good.”
Frank smiled. “Good. I’m glad.”
“And…you? Is this…okay for you? Am I doing this right?” He hoped more than anything that Frank was actually getting something out of this.
“You’re doing great, really.”
Dwayne scowled. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. I wanted this, to know what you feel like. Not bad for your first time. Of course, you can’t do anything wrong by me.”
“Godammit, Frank…” The teenager buried his face in Frank's neck to conceal his reaction. Stop making me want to cry.
“If this feels good for you, just imagine how it is for me. You’re slowing down, by the way.”
“Oh! Sorry,” Dwayne answered with a slight blush and a chuckle. Frank was relieved to see the boy more at ease.
As Frank led him along, Dwayne kept moving, the nervousness gradually fading. Frank kept him at ease, kissing him, running his fingers through the mess of black hair, kneading his back, especially the soft flesh of his backside, the only part of him that wasn’t skin and bone. Dwayne detected a sound from Frank he had not heard before, a deep, contented hum. It was tinged with a growl, more like a large cat’s compared to Dwayne’s sex-kitten purr. Dwayne was delighted to listen and feel the way it made Frank’s chest vibrate beneath him.
It wasn’t very long before Dwayne felt he was on the verge of coming. “Oh, fuck. How the hell do you hold out so long? I can’t…”
“Just barely, believe me. Hey, if you think you’re able to, do you think you could, you know, give me a hand?”
“Alright. I’ll try.” Dwayne said. He wrapped his hand around Frank’s cock and tried stroking him. After a while, though, he realized that with his nerves, he couldn’t quite do two things at once without slowing down on one of them. Frank quickly intervened and put his hand around Dwayne’s and moved it for him, so Dwayne could concentrate elsewhere.
Dwayne came first, unable contain himself any longer. His thin body shook, losing every last ounce of the control he’d managed to gather. His grip on Frank loosened and he completely forgot about him. Frank understood, of course, and simply pressed Dwayne’s limp fist closed again, effectively finishing himself off with it, spilling out over both their hands. The teenager collapsed onto Frank, suddenly feeling much heavier to him than usual. They said nothing for a few seconds, catching their breaths.
Once he had enough air in his lungs, Frank spoke first. “Well. Congratulations. You just fucked someone.”
Dwayne laughed breathlessly. “Wait. So does this make me a non-virgin twice?”
Frank laughed back. “Sure, why not?”
“Awesome. You know something? This feels kind of good. Is it okay if I stay like this for a while?”
“I was actually hoping you’d ask that,” Frank replied, pleased, and draped an arm over the boy’s back. “You know, we can do this whenever you want.”
“Yeah? I think I still like it more the other way, though.”
“Whatever you want, Dwayne. And thank you.”
“For what?”
“You went way out of your comfort zone for me and you pulled it off pretty well, so to speak. You really did.”
“Frank, you don’t need to say that.”
“I mean it! You know I don’t just say things because they seem like the right thing to say. Neither of us appreciates condescension.”
“You had to be really frustrated, back when we first started. I felt pretty awkward the first time, but not nearly as much as with this. Do you remember?”
“Remember? How could I forget? I wasn’t frustrated-I was terrified. I was so scared I was going to hurt you. Probably was a lot like what you felt now. Guess we’re even. But, you learn fast when you set your mind on something, Dwayne. And, please, don’t waste another second’s thought on me. Think about what I’ve got going for me: I’m doing it with a constantly-horny teenager. If you were my age, you’d see how much of a miracle that is.”
The teenager laid his head against Frank’s chest and closed his eyes. He whispered, “I’m so glad it was you.”
Frank couldn’t think of what to say. He looked at Dwayne, who appeared so content and peaceful, still entangled with Frank in their intimate embrace as though he absolutely, unquestionably belonged where he was.
A moment later, Dwayne added, “I wish people saw you the way I do.”
“Oh. How?” Frank asked for lack of anything better to say.
“You’re so…normal. You’re modest, so much that people take you for granted. But then there’s this side of you only a few privileged people have known.”
“Privileged?” Frank repeated with disbelief. “What are you talking about?”
“Yes, privileged!” Dwayne insisted, raising his head. He slid a hand up the damp forest of hair on Frank’s chest. “I don’t just say things, either. You’re different around me, especially during this. You just seem a lot more confident than usual, which as you know, is the biggest turn-on for me. I mean, you do know how good you are, right?”
Frank was again dumbfounded, this time with an embarrassed blush emerging on his face. “Dwayne…” he stammered. “You don’t have anything to compare to.”
“Look, Frank. I know you’re going to have to move out, eventually. I don’t want you to leave thinking I didn’t appreciate everything you did for me.”
“Oh, please, Dwayne-”
“No! I’m not just talking about this. I mean everything, listening, and being a friend to me. You’re the only one I have right now.”
Frank smiled warmly and stroked the boy’s hair. “Well, there is a side of you I wish others knew, too. You’re a much better person than you let on, Dwayne. You have good heart, and even though you act indifferent, I know there’s a lot of passion and conviction in you. You opened up to me, and believe me, I feel lucky for that, too. If you could do that, maybe you’ll start being on better terms with the rest of the world. You have a lot to offer it.”
“You’re a lot easier to talk to than the rest of the world, Frank.”
“You’ll get there. We both know you’re capable of dedicating yourself to something you want. I believe you can do anything if you try hard enough.”
Dwayne closed his eyes again. “Frank,” he quietly said, “I could have used you a lot earlier in my life.”
“Oh, me, too, Dwayne. Believe me,” Frank said with a hint of a sigh. His fingers gently combed through the boy’s dark locks. “What I did to myself-that was just the breaking point of something that had been building for a long time. I felt like I lost something a long time ago and I’ve been grieving for it ever since. It made me so tired just to make it to the end of each day and I couldn’t find any reasons to bother, anymore. So, when all those things happened so close to each other, I really thought I had nothing left. I couldn’t do it. The hopelessness was so much I couldn’t breathe under it anymore. I was suffocating. Not even treading water; drowning. But, I’m still here, so I might as well keep going, right?”
Frank’s fingers moved to brush his nephew’s cheek. “You should know, Dwayne, it’s been a while since I’ve felt this way. I didn’t think anything like this would happen again.”
“How do you feel?” Dwayne asked.
“Like…you know, good, content. Like I’m finally getting better.”
“I’m glad, Frank. I know there isn’t really a lot I can do for you, but I’m glad that you’re doing alright. I don’t want you to feel that bad ever again.”
“You see? This is what I was talking about. You are capable of a lot more than you think. Believe me.”
“So are you.”
Frank’s arms wrapped tighter around Dwayne’s back and he kissed the top of the boy’s head. “Thanks for a lovely birthday, Dwayne,” he said. “Considering I didn’t plan on having another one.”
“You’re welcome. Please stay for more, okay? Please?”
“I will. Promise.”
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage, incest, language, bottom!Dwayne, first-time TOP!DWAYNE (expect awkwardness). Long fic is long (~7500 words). Un-beta'd (I didn't want to bug anyone this month).
Summary: Frank hates his birthday, but Dwayne intends to fix that and then ends up doing more than he bargained for
Disclaimer: LMS is not mine
A/N: Title shamelessly yoinked from the Muse song of the same name
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
-"Unintended", Muse
During one of the infrequent occasions when the entire family sat down together for dinner, all of them ate in silence, each occupied with his or her own meal. Frank had cooked and it just so happened that everyone was available to eat at the same time. The Hoovers still needed to work on their dinner conversation, so the only sounds heard came from the impact of cutlery against plates.
Sheryl suddenly spoke and surprised everyone, fracturing their distracted states. “You know, Frank’s birthday is next week.”
The others stopped and looked up at the same time. Frank’s eyes widened in mortified shock. Dwayne froze and held his fork in mid-air, strands of pasta dangling off it.
“Really?” Olive exclaimed with a high-pitched squeal. “Are we going to have a party?”
“Um, I…you guys,” Frank mumbled, his alarm growing. “It’s not-”
“I was thinking we could all go out for dinner that night,” Sheryl continued. “And I mean someplace nice. We haven’t gone to a restaurant in a long time. It’s the perfect occasion.”
Frank’s discomfort turned into panic. “No! Sheryl, n-no! Please, don’t.”
Dwayne could sense what his uncle felt and wished his mother would leave the matter alone. But she didn’t.
“Frank, we can’t just let it go by!”
“Why not?”
“What do you mean why not? It’s your birthday! We have to do something.”
“No. No, we don’t,” Frank insisted desperately. “It’s-it’s not a big deal. I really don’t want to do anything. I’d prefer to just let it pass, to be honest.
“Oh, Frank,” Sheryl groaned.
“Uh, Mom,” Dwayne intervened, to everyone’s amazement. “I think if Fr-Uncle Frank doesn’t want anything, maybe we should just…not do anything.”
“Dwayne, don’t be ridiculous,” Sheryl replied, dismissively. “Don’t you want your uncle to have a good time one day in a year?”
Uh, yeah, which is why you need to shut up and leave him alone. “Well, yes…”
Sheryl turned to Richard. “What do you think, Rich?”
All attention turned to Richard, waiting for his make-or-break assessment. Frank prayed internally that, for once, Richard’s hostility toward him would work in his favor.
“I don’t see why not,” Richard said, shrugging casually. “It has been a while.”
Fuck. “Guys, no, you don’t have to,” Frank insisted. “Please, it’s not necessary. Not worth the trouble.” For what he was doing right under their noses, he didn’t think he deserved any special treatment.
Sheryl refused to take no for an answer. “It’s no trouble at all! You’re here with us already and we’d all love a nice dinner in a nice place and, well,” she slowed down. “I think it’d make you happy, you know, just to have a good time and forget everything else for a day.”
“Well,” Frank said, considering it hesitantly. “I guess, if you really want to. I can’t say no.”
“How old are you going to be?” Olive asked.
Frank blushed. “Um, forty-six,” he mumbled.
The girl had not heard him. “How old?”
He cleared his throat. “Forty-six.” He swallowed it like a bitter pill. Across the table, his nephew’s eyes widened with shock.
Shit, you’re old, Dwayne thought. Much older than he guessed. He never really wanted to know his uncle’s age. It made the gap between them less troublesome if he never knew the exact number. But there it was.
“Please, please don’t do anything!” Frank begged.
“Oh, Frank.”
“I’m serious. I’ve been living here like a parasite. I can’t stand the thought of you wasting money on top of that.
“Well, I can’t stand the thought of leaving you with nothing on your birthday. The past couple of years, all I did was call you and send you something in the mail. I think you’ve had this coming. We’ll keep it modest, if that makes you feel better.”
Frank shrugged, conceding defeat. “Alright, then.”
***
Maybe that’s what all of this is. A midlife crisis. Sure, let’s go with that, Frank thought as he lay in his cot, nowhere near able to sleep. He hated his birthday. Another year and nothing changed. Still miserable, now homeless, and apparently a pervert. I never intended for any of this to happen. I should be dead right now.
“I didn’t know you were that old,” Dwayne said from his bed.
“Excuse me?” Frank replied, more than slightly affronted.
“Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was coming up?”
Frank closed his eyes and sighed. “Please, Dwayne. It’s not a big deal.”
“The hell it isn’t! I only have a few days to think of what to get you or do for you.”
“Did you not hear what I said before-wait, do for me?”
Dwayne refused to clarify and said nothing more. He turned off the light and went to sleep, leaving Frank to wonder what he meant.
***
Sheryl threw a wrench in all of Dwayne’s plans when she announced she would take Frank’s birthday off from work. She didn’t want him to spend the day by himself, because apparently Dwayne didn’t exist, but she mostly wanted to make sure Frank didn’t do something to himself. Dwayne hid his disappointment, but was very annoyed that he wouldn’t be alone with Frank. Now, he had to delay everything for the day after.
But that didn’t mean he had to avoid Frank altogether. The night before the big day, Frank was drifting off to sleep when Dwayne climbed into the cot and sat on top of him.
“Oh, Dwayne,” Frank groaned exhaustedly. “What are you-I was about to fall asleep. Have mercy on me.”
“It’s your birthday,” Dwayne replied.
“Uh, yeah, tomorrow.”
“Look at the clock.”
Sure enough, the digital clock on Dwayne’s nightstand told him it was just after midnight. Dwayne had waited.
Frank rubbed his eyes tiredly. “You clever bastard. Look, I really am tired, okay?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Dwayne said and threw the blanket off to the side. He brusquely pulled down Frank’s pajamas and wrapped his hand around Frank’s cock.
“Oh my God, Dwayne, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like? It’s officially your birthday and I wanted to start it off with a bang. Birthday blowjob.” He squeezed Frank’s cock to emphasize himself, then rubbed his thumb into the head, making Frank gasp and jerk his hips up into Dwayne’s hand.
“You really like doing this, don’t you?” Frank said, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ll suck you all day if you want me to,” Dwayne purred. “Or any other day, really. Whatever makes you happy.”
Frank’s head fell back with a sigh. “Oh, Dwayne, what am I going to do with you?”
“Whatever the fuck you want. Today I have to give you up to everyone else, but like you said, we have the whole next day alone. I don’t like making it a belated birthday, but whatever.”
“And what exactly are you planning?”
“Anything you ask. And I mean anything. So start coming up with ideas, requests. I won’t say no. I’ll be completely under your control for the day. How does that sound?”
“Um…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Dwayne said, smirking. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head of Frank’s erection, holding it at the base, suckling and licking until it hardened, throbbed and filled his mouth. He took in more and used every trick he ever picked up, slowly, because Frank liked everything to go on forever. And for the occasion, he made sure to put in every effort, teasingly lapping at the thick length, tonguing the head both quickly and then deliberately, humming and hollowing his cheeks around the shaft as he took him as far as he could. His jaw ached the harder he sucked, but it was so worth it having the straining heat in his mouth, listening to the older man’s groans and heavy breathing, and to feel fingers threading through his hair, clutching, not aware of their pull.
Frank started bucking erratically, not seeing or thinking straight by this point after having speechlessly watched Dwayne suck him until spit dripped down his cock.
“I-Dwayne…” he just barely choked out.
Dwayne heard but continued all the same until Frank came and filled his mouth with his release. He kept sucking to the last of it, swallowed, and then sat up, smiling and licking his wet, reddened lips.
“Happy birthday.”
***
“Hey, Frank. Are you okay?” Dwayne asked, sitting down on the cot next to Frank the following night.
Frank had fallen asleep in the car on the way home from the restaurant, and as soon as they all returned, he went straight to his cot and collapsed face-down with his clothes on. The Hoovers had made the mistake of ordering a bottle of wine for him and the consequences had been less than pleasant.
“Dwayne, if you think for one second that I’m going to…”
“No! I’m not! I just wanted to see if you were alright.”
Throughout the entire dinner, Frank was still immensely uncomfortable with the unwanted attention and the accompanying guilt. The wine seemed an easy remedy. He only drank occasionally and very rarely to excess, but if he did overdo it, it tended to erase the line of restraint and propriety he would never otherwise cross, and what came out of his mouth depended on his mood at the time. Thus, with every glass, he grew more irritated, passive-aggressive and snarky. It also didn’t help that he was mixing alcohol with high doses of antidepressants. He shocked everyone by snapping at Richard after weeks of suppressing his opinion of him. When he realized what he had done, he groveled for forgiveness, and when the family surprised him with a cake for desert, he broke down sobbing.
“I’m okay,” Frank groaned. “God, I hate my goddamn birthday. Always have.” His voice was muffled with his face planted in the pillow. “Why-why did she have to do this? It could’ve passed like any other day and I wouldn’t have come off like a complete asshole.”
Luckily, he couldn’t see Dwayne withholding laughter. “But then we’d have no reason to celebrate tomorrow,” the boy said.
“Will I even be able to? I have a massive headache.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be doing most of the work, anyway. You know, you’re kind of bitchy when you get drunk.”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
“You totally told off Richard. That was awesome!”
“That was terrible!” Frank grumbled. “He paid for dinner! And I was so rude to your mother, too. Oh, God.” He exhaled loudly and let his head roll back. “On the other hand, I’ve been told I’m hilarious if I’m in a better mood. And…a bit more friendly than usual, if you know what I mean.”
Dwayne laughed. “Whoa! You mean you get all slutty?”
“In a word…yes. Typical me, huh? Get drunk off my ass, and then go for the first thing that comes along.”
“Ha! In that case, I should make sure you get drunk more often.”
***
Frank had recovered well by the next day. The shame still lingered a bit, but Dwayne made no mention of the previous day. He let Frank sleep as long as he needed and once the man woke, he wanted to start the day as early as possible. Dwayne made breakfast for them, and after a long shower and a change of clothes, Frank felt much better.
After they ate, they moved to the couch. Frank had practically inhaled his breakfast and Dwayne was eager to fulfill his offer. He seated himself in Frank’s lap, straddling him, and the two began kissing passionately as though it were two teenagers there instead of one. The boy’s mouth was so soft and so kissable that Frank couldn’t tear himself away even though he knew he had been promised other things. But Dwayne said nothing. They were going to do whatever Frank wanted and, obviously, this was it. If Frank just wanted to make out, even if it was for hours on end, that’s what they would do. It was actually rather endearing to think that Frank simply wanted some affection. And Dwayne was glad to provide, not just because he was duty-bound to, but with Frank’s capable hands and mouth, being touched and kissed by him was nothing to complain about. Frank could run his lips along Dwayne’s neck and it was enough to stop the boy’s breath and make him melt in the older man’s lap. Dwayne belonged to Frank; there was no need to say it.
“So what do you want?” Dwayne purred. “I said you could have anything. As much as you want.”
“As opposed to all the times I’ve turned you down?” Frank replied with a laugh. Though they spoke, their kissing didn’t stop or even slow, tongues clashing, teeth nipping at lips.
“I think I pretty much have everything I want,” Frank said, and slid a hand under the boy’s T-shirt and up his stomach. “Right here.” He hooked a finger behind the waistband of the boy’s briefs and pulled them down a little at the side, exposing a hipbone, while his thumb rubbed in circles above it. Something about the clean, white cotton clinging to the angular hips went straight to Frank’s loins every time. The shirt had to be about two sizes too small because every time Dwayne moved, he exposed a strip of his flat stomach above his briefs. Frank put his hands on Dwayne’s waist right where it was bare.
“No, I mean right now,” Dwayne said. “Don’t get all…conceptual on me. I’m talking about specifics.” He shifted closer, slowly swaying and riding Frank’s thigh.
Frank looked up at his nephew slyly. “Just you, kid. Or is that too vague?”
“A little. It is your birthday, you know. Yesterday doesn’t count.”
“Hmm. So it is.” He moved his hand to the front and reached into Dwayne’s briefs to fondle the teen’s cock. Dwayne instantly moaned, gripped Frank’s shoulder, and thrust against his palm. His other hand went on top of the back of the couch to pull himself up onto his knees as Frank worked him faster.
“Wow, Frank,” Dwayne breathed. “I thought I was going to need to do more convincing.”
Frank eventually let go. Dwayne moved back and peeled his briefs down, slowly, a coy look in his eyes and biting his lower lip seductively.
“You little tease. What is this, a striptease?” Frank asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dwayne merely smirked cleverly. Once they were down to mid-thigh and his dick was uncovered, Frank wet a finger in his mouth, searched past the boy’s soft thighs and slid it into him. Dwayne gasped and threw his head back. Frank then found Dwayne’s prostate and pressed it, making the teenager groan and arch reflexively, and then he rewarded him with a second.
“This was supposed to be about you,” Dwayne said when he recaptured his breath.
“It is. Do you know what it does to a person when someone just offers himself the way you do? That’s more than enough for me.”
“You’re a simple man, Frank,” Dwayne quipped. “You don’t need much, do you?”
“Nah,” Frank answered, smiling. He stroked inside the warm tightness for a little longer and then pulled his fingers out.
Dwayne wasn’t giving up. “Ask me already! What do you want? A blowjob? My bed? Your cot? Bend me over the table? Tie me up? Want me to get on all fours? What?”
Frank blushed. “Oh my God, Dwayne…”
“Well, what?” Dwayne asked. “Tell me! If there’s something you want, say it.” Frustrated, Dwayne removed his briefs and shirt completely to force things along. He resumed rocking in Frank’s lap and trailed his hand up Frank’s chest until his fingertips reached the side of his face. “Come on, tell me,” he cooed near Frank’s cheek. His voice was low and smooth as syrup, matching the eagerness in his eyes. “I want to know what you like. I keep trying to figure it out myself, because I know you’d probably never tell me. Anything you want. Don’t hold back. Tell me what to do. Use me.”
Oh, you’re good. Frank could barely sit still, much less answer, with the completely naked boy swaying on him and pressing his hardening cock against his stomach. All his and ready for anything. Oh, Christ, he shouldn’t even be doing this, much less taking requests…
When Frank still didn’t give him an answer, Dwayne stopped with an angry groan. “Ugh, fine then!” He sat back and rolled his eyes. “You know, if I were as old as you, I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.”
“Um? Excuse me? With the old, again?” Frank said with mock-indignation. “You’ve got some nerve making fun of me on my birth-on the day after my birthday! I know you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Nice choice of words.”
Frank smirked and drew Dwayne closer, putting a hand on his waist and pulling him back in. “Okay, come here.”
Dwayne leaned in and nibbled on Frank’s neck, while Frank reached under him again and teased around his opening. The boy writhed against him, humming and whimpering into his neck. “Nnmmn…Frank…” He reached down and rubbed Frank like Frank did to him a few minutes ago. The friction against fabric felt good, but even better when Dwayne reached inside and went directly for his cock, hot and hard in his hand. Frank groaned as the teenager’s fingers closed around his shaft.
Dwayne then started pushing Frank’s shirt up with his other hand; Frank got the hint and removed it. When it was off, Dwayne leaned in to press his face to Frank’s chest and kiss into it, one hand raking through the hairs and tugging. Frank’s fingers ran through Dwayne’s black strands and then Dwayne moved back up a kiss at a time to Frank’s waiting mouth.
The boy sensed Frank was finally responding, so he kept moving things along. He took Frank’s hands in his own and pressed them to his waist, swaying from side to side. He guided them up and down his sides, still rolling his slinky hips, until Frank broke out of his trance. Frank smoothed his hands on his own all over the lithe, lean body gyrating against him. It was so light and thin, it seemed to weigh nothing.
Dwayne then pulled away, turned around, and sprawled himself out against Frank, slumping down a little in his lap so that they were at a face-to-face height, then turned his neck and clasped his hand around the opposite side of the Frank’s face. Frank also reached up and held the boy’s cheek so that their lips came together in a fervent kiss. His hands moved smoothly over the teenager’s chest while he buried his face in the boy’s back to kiss and nip at the skin there. Dwayne shivered when he felt the wet warmth of a tongue sweep along the back of his shoulder and he arched as Frank’s fingertips teased a nipple. Elated that his uncle was finally fully engaged, he leaned forward, resting his weight on Frank’s knees, and ground his ass harder, again hypnotizing Frank with the sinuous, fluid motion of his hips. Frank grasped them and pulled him closer, rubbing his hardening cock against Dwayne’s bare ass, which spurred the teenager to move faster still when he could feel it.
“Enjoying this, Frank?” Dwayne asked, turning his head for a sly glance.
Frank’s answer was to pull him back against himself to resume groping him. He snaked his hands down Dwayne’s stomach to his thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, then wrapped his hand around the teen’s cock and began working him in long strokes, as Dwayne thrust his hips in time, moaning quietly.
Just when Dwayne’s ecstasy began to make him forget everything around him, Frank stopped and murmured, “Let’s go to your room.”
“Whatever you want, Frank.”
Once in Dwayne’s bed, Frank came down to kiss Dwayne deeply, trying to convey his gratitude through it. Dwayne stilled for a moment with surprise, but then returned it with the same fervor, excited by it. He slipped his tongue out and was met with Frank’s, moaning pleasurably against Frank’s mouth. Frank was determined to taste every flavor of Dwayne’s mouth along with the softness of his lips, excited to hear the little breaths and whimpers that emerged from them. He slid his mouth away, tasting along the boy’s jaw, then his neck, breathing him in, nipping lightly, kissing, licking along the curve where it met his shoulder. He ran a hand up the boy’s chest, thumb teasing in circles over a taut nipple, while his mouth followed down and engulfed the other, tongue doing the same. He continued down Dwayne’s stomach, dragging his teeth across the pale skin, and took the time to nibble along a hip bone. All the while, Dwayne sighed and moaned, cheeks flushing and heartbeat quickening with the thrill from Frank’s willingness and commitment to his proposition.
“Frank…” Dwayne breathed next to Frank’s ear when Frank returned to his lips. He kissed Frank all over his face and up and down his neck and chest. His hips rolled eagerly up into him, shifting so that their cocks met. Frank smiled at him, gently brushed his hair from his eyes, and clasped his hands around his nephew’s face for a kiss, he smiled back and nuzzled his cheek against Frank’s for the familiar scrape. He arched and offered himself up for Frank to cover him in kisses, and then turned over onto his stomach so Frank could make a path down his back.
At times like this, Frank almost didn’t believe this was the same boy who had cut himself off from everyone and sulked in his room all day long. He didn’t remember anyone giving him this much attention, either, for his birthday or even otherwise. He wrapped his hand around Dwayne’s cock and gave him some well-deserved pleasure, teasing him, flicking his thumb over the leaking head. Dwayne whimpered and fidgeted; the deliberate lightness of Frank’s touches were absolutely maddening.
“Frank! Not that this isn’t awesome, but aren’t you going to fuck me?” the teenager lamented.
“I thought I got to call the shots today,” Frank said, amused.
“You do! I just want to make sure you’re getting what you want.”
“I am, Dwayne. I just want you.” Frank wished Dwayne could see that his nephew’s devoted affections and any chance to touch and taste him truly were enough. “That’s all.”
“Okay,” Dwayne said, still a tiny bit uncertain. “It just seems like you’re doing all the work, as usual.”
“Trust me,” Frank said, cupping Dwayne’s cheek and kissing him. “I’m doing exactly what I want. Promise.”
The lube was already within reach on the nightstand and Frank took it and applied it to his cock. He then motioned for Dwayne get on his lap. Dwayne straddled Frank and sat with his knees on either side of Frank’s thighs.
“This is what you want?” Dwayne asked one last time.
“Yes, Dwayne.” Frank wound his arms tightly around the boy so that they were flush against one another, chest to chest, and pulled him in, making the boy groan and jerk his hips forward into Frank’s erection. Point proven. Their mouths collided and they both began to rock, cocks sliding together.
With Frank holding him, Dwayne rose and aligned his entrance with Frank’s cock. With a hard push, he slipped past the head, impaling himself on the hard length, and slid down until he had taken it in to the hilt. He released a long-held groan and took a moment to adjust to the fullness, but savored the sweet ache. Frank swooned as well from the quick collision of their hips and then steadied them both. Once ready, Dwayne began to move up and down while Frank firmly gripped the flesh of Dwayne’s ass, rocking him back and forth, his own hips surging up to meet Dwayne’s thrusts.
“God, Frank…” the teen gasped. He squirmed in Frank’s lap, pressing down to take him in as deep as his body could. Their arms surrounded one another again, their mouths met unceasingly, and they moved as one in the same rhythm.
Gradually, their pace increased, with Dwayne raising himself higher and coming down harder, the tight inner muscles clenching and releasing. The sensation made Frank thrust harder into him and he rocked him with more force, pulling him further, taking control of the pace and the teenager’s movements.
Dwayne released cry after cry of pleasure, exhilarated by the rough, unrelenting feel of Frank driving in and out of him and moving his pliant body completely to his will. He ached for even the slightest relieving touch but made no protest this time, letting Frank use him for as long as he wanted. He simply wailed louder, panting heavily and riding him with every last ounce of strength he had.
Hearing Dwayne’s increasingly desperate cries and sensing his exertion, Frank gave him the release he needed. He took Dwayne’s cock in his hand once again. Dwayne whined and thrust madly against the sliding friction and firm grip surrounding him.
He came, clawing at Frank’s back, body convulsing uncontrollably and torrent of moans, expletives and “Frank” escaping his mouth. Frank followed mere seconds later, his hips bucking sharply to match Dwayne's throes. When it was all over, he fell back, exhausted, taking Dwayne with him, who slumped limply onto him like a rag doll.
Frank gasped for breath, chest rising and falling under the weight of his nephew’s body. He pulled out of him and nudged him to move more onto the bed, but still kept him close.
“So,” Dwayne said, turning to Frank. His cheeks were bright red and Frank could feel his quick puffs of breath on his own neck. “Good birthday so far?”
“Oh, I’d say yes,” Frank replied with a soft chuckle, and leaned his head against the boy’s.
“Good. Wish I could’ve done more, or actually got you something if I’d known sooner.”
“Oh, Dwayne!” Frank brushed Dwayne’s cheek and gave him a kiss. “I’d rather have you.” He swept away the stringy hair obscuring the boy’s eyes. They blinked a few times and fell shut defensively. Though he had become less guarded since he began speaking again, the way Frank sometimes looked at him completely disarmed him and he immediately wanted to hide and recede into himself.
Dwayne shrugged, trying to suppress his emotions. “No problem.”
“And thanks for the lap dance, by the way,” Frank said.
“Heh. Thought you’d like that.”
“Well, now you know you have something to fall back on.”
“Oh, ha-ha. Very funny.”
They rested in silence for a little while, retreating into the calm of their own thoughts. Silence was never awkward between them. Neither felt pressure to fill it and they respected each other’s need for it, knowing the value of quiet.
Soon, Frank opened his eyes and looked at Dwayne. Dwayne almost seemed like he was asleep by his serene face and quiet breathing; he looked so beautiful and Frank’s lust began to return. He brought the boy out of his daydreams, kissing him softly, sliding a hand down his side, fingertips traveling over ribs and the curve of a hip.
“Someone wants seconds,” Dwayne remarked with a smile.
“Just cashing in on your offer.”
“No problem. I was wondering when you’d ask.”
“What time is it?” Frank asked, stretching his head to find the clock.
“Time enough for one more go. This offer expires soon. So what do you want, now? Tell me.”
“I think I just thought of something.”
Dwayne’s eyes widened with excitement and he sat up. “Ooh, really? What?”
“You.”
The teenager rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Frank. You have me already, right here, ready for the taking.”
“I mean, I want you…to do what I’ve been doing to you all this time.” He picked up the lube, sat in front of Dwayne, and held it out to him.
Dwayne stared at it and then looked up at Frank anxiously. “What? Y-you mean, you want me to-to do…you?”
Frank nodded.
“But, I don’t know, I-I’ve never…”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Dwayne. You’re not obligated just because of my birthday. I just think it’s only fair for you to do it, for once.”
“No, I mean…I just-what if I do something wrong?”
“You won’t. I’m sure you know the drill. You’d just do what I’ve always done and I’ll help you along. But you don’t have to. I’m not going to make you and I’m not disappointed, okay? I won’t be happy if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Have you…ever had someone else do it?”
“Yes.”
Dwayne gaped at Frank. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Do you…like it? I don’t want to do anything because you think it’s what I expect. I won’t be disappointed, either.”
Frank took both of Dwayne’s hands into his own. “I do, but listen to me, Dwayne. You see, as grateful as I am for your, uh, generosity and selflessness, it got me thinking: at some point, you ought to figure out your own identity instead of depending on me. Right now, you’re still learning and you don’t know anything else, but in the future, when you start getting into other relationships, you should have this figured out. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, other relationships?”
“Dwayne-okay, forget that. I’m just saying you need to be your own person so you can make sure you’re getting what you want.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you want to do this earlier? We could’ve done it already.”
“Yeah, as if I was going to get picky with you never having done anything before. That you even let me to begin with was unbelievable enough. Besides, you’re the biggest ass-slut I’ve ever known, so if it was what you wanted, well, that’s what we did.”
Despite the attempt at humor, Frank still saw the pained hesitation and conflict in his nephew’s face and decided maybe it was better to just drop the idea. “Hey, why don’t we call it a day and have some leftover cake?”
“What about what you asked for?”
Frank waved a hand. “It’s okay. Forget about that.”
“No! No way. You said you like it, right? Then let’s do what you want. You’re always going out of your way for me when I’m constantly bugging you do all sorts of crazy shit. That’s the whole point of today-what you want. I-I know I’m totally going to sound like Mom, but I…I really want you to just feel good for a day, so if this is what you want, we’ll do it.”
“Oh, Dwayne. It’s- it’s always been what I want. You don’t have to do this.”
“No, I want to!” Dwayne persisted. “Just…show me.”
“Dwayne…”
There was so much Dwayne wanted to do for his uncle, so many things he wanted to say. But he thought he was too young, that at his age his words had no weight against all the accumulated years of pain in Frank’s life. He once felt so much futility in his own, but he didn’t truly know what helplessness was until, for the first time, he found he could do nothing for someone he loved.
“Please, Frank! Let’s just try it, not even because you asked, but I just want to know what it’s like. That’s all.”
Frank mulled it over and sighed. “Alright. If you really want to. Here.” He handed Dwayne the lube again.
Dwayne opened it cautiously and poured some on his fingers. More nervous than he had ever been in his life, Dwayne reached under the covers and searched until his fingers found the crease between Frank’s legs. Frank opened them a bit more.
“Keep going.”
Dwayne kept on and paused when his index finger was pressed up against Frank’s entrance. He looked up at Frank for reassurance and Frank gave it with a calm look of encouragement. He hugged the boy tighter around the shoulders and pulled him closer for a distracting kiss.
“Go ahead. You’re not doing this alone, okay? I said I would help you. You know, protégé means protected. Trust me.” Frank whispered and deepened the kiss, which Dwayne took as the cue to push inside. He held his breath, shut his eyes and pressed.
“See? Not so bad. You can move it around.”
Dwayne carefully wriggled his finger around inside, testing and exploring, wondering if it felt exactly the same when it was Frank fingering him, instead. “Feels weird doing this to you. Like I shouldn’t.”
“You know, if this is making you so uncomfortable…”
“No! I want to do this.”
It was so much easier when all Dwayne had to do was lie back and Frank did everything. He was nervous, too, his first time with Frank, but never this uncertain. He had trusted Frank wholeheartedly, and Frank was actually the more anxious one when it happened.
The boy pushed further, slowly, until Frank suddenly gasped and jumped, startling Dwayne and nearly making him pull out completely.
Dwayne’s entire face screamed panic. “Oh, my God! What did I do? Frank? Frank!”
“No! It’s okay!” Frank said, trying to calm him down. “You…you got it.”
“I got…? Ohhh!” Dwayne pushed back in and repeated what he’d done and received the same reaction. For the first time, he felt like he’d gotten something right. He kept moving his finger in and out, pressing to the same spot with more confidence after seeing the pleased response from Frank. Frank had started to rock his hips a little in the same rhythm and began stroking the boy’s hair gently and kissing him to comfort him. Even in this situation, he was the one leading and guiding.
“You’re doing alright,” he said. “Really.”
Dwayne took his word for it and continued, growing more comfortable with what he was doing.
“Okay, that’s good enough,” Frank said after a few more minutes. “We can move on.”
Dwayne’s stomach twisted. This was the part he dreaded and all the nervousness left him less than ready. He was absolutely mortified.
“Frank, I, um, I’m not…I think I need…help…” He could barely get the words out or look Frank in the eyes, and for a moment he thought he would just give up and fling himself out the nearest window to spare them both the embarrassment.
“What? What’s wrong?” Frank asked.
Dwayne quickly glanced down, hoping his uncle got the hint.
“Oh…okay. I see what you mean.” Frank took the lube, put some on his hand, slipped it between them and stroked him. “Close your eyes,” he murmured. “Don’t think about anything else, just how this feels and how good it’s going to be when you’re inside me.”
Oh, fuck. In a few moments, Dwayne was good to go. He picked up the lube and thoroughly coated his cock, recalling how many times he had seen Frank do it.
“Ready?” Frank asked.
“I guess. So, uh, I just…?”
“Yeah, let me help.” Frank grasped Dwayne at the hips and held him steady.
“Okay.” The boy was trembling more than Frank had ever seen.
Frank rubbed his back soothingly. “Dwayne, relax. If you’re stressed out and tense, it just makes it more difficult.”
“I’m trying. I just don’t want to fuck this up.”
“You won’t. I promise. You’re doing fine.”
The teenager sighed. “Shit, Frank, this is probably your worst birthday ever.”
“I’ve had worse,” the man said, chuckling lightly.
“Okay.” Dwayne cautiously moved in and worked on aligning himself while Frank guided him. Frank held him close, hoping it provided some sense of security.
“Hold on to me. Alright. Come in a little more. Okay, you’re good. Good. Go ahead.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. Just push. Now.”
“Okay.” Dwayne held his breath and clung to Frank harder as he pressed. He struggled, afraid he’d do something wrong, or that he might actually hurt Frank.
“Dwayne, you’re going to have to…”
“I know. I’m still trying.”
Frank couldn’t stand seeing how disappointed in himself Dwayne appeared, a look of failure filling his anxious eyes. He grabbed the boy by the backside and sharply pulled him in. They both cried out from the impact.
Dwayne was horrified. “Oh, my God! Frank! Are you okay? You should’ve warned me or something!”
Frank scoffed, “Oh, please. What do I look like? Some kind of amateur? Keep going.”
The teenager finally laughed and some of the tension left him. He continued, pushing slowly until he was as far in as he could be.
“And, now, I just…?”
“Yup.”
Dwayne carefully pulled back a little and thrust back in again. He asked Frank silently for another sign of confirmation and received a positive nod. Again, he tried, then gave another look and got another nod. With Frank’s hands guiding him, he slowly repeated the thrusts until he fell into a steady rhythm.
“Well? How is it?” Frank asked.
“It’s…good. Like, really, really good.”
Frank smiled. “Good. I’m glad.”
“And…you? Is this…okay for you? Am I doing this right?” He hoped more than anything that Frank was actually getting something out of this.
“You’re doing great, really.”
Dwayne scowled. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. I wanted this, to know what you feel like. Not bad for your first time. Of course, you can’t do anything wrong by me.”
“Godammit, Frank…” The teenager buried his face in Frank's neck to conceal his reaction. Stop making me want to cry.
“If this feels good for you, just imagine how it is for me. You’re slowing down, by the way.”
“Oh! Sorry,” Dwayne answered with a slight blush and a chuckle. Frank was relieved to see the boy more at ease.
As Frank led him along, Dwayne kept moving, the nervousness gradually fading. Frank kept him at ease, kissing him, running his fingers through the mess of black hair, kneading his back, especially the soft flesh of his backside, the only part of him that wasn’t skin and bone. Dwayne detected a sound from Frank he had not heard before, a deep, contented hum. It was tinged with a growl, more like a large cat’s compared to Dwayne’s sex-kitten purr. Dwayne was delighted to listen and feel the way it made Frank’s chest vibrate beneath him.
It wasn’t very long before Dwayne felt he was on the verge of coming. “Oh, fuck. How the hell do you hold out so long? I can’t…”
“Just barely, believe me. Hey, if you think you’re able to, do you think you could, you know, give me a hand?”
“Alright. I’ll try.” Dwayne said. He wrapped his hand around Frank’s cock and tried stroking him. After a while, though, he realized that with his nerves, he couldn’t quite do two things at once without slowing down on one of them. Frank quickly intervened and put his hand around Dwayne’s and moved it for him, so Dwayne could concentrate elsewhere.
Dwayne came first, unable contain himself any longer. His thin body shook, losing every last ounce of the control he’d managed to gather. His grip on Frank loosened and he completely forgot about him. Frank understood, of course, and simply pressed Dwayne’s limp fist closed again, effectively finishing himself off with it, spilling out over both their hands. The teenager collapsed onto Frank, suddenly feeling much heavier to him than usual. They said nothing for a few seconds, catching their breaths.
Once he had enough air in his lungs, Frank spoke first. “Well. Congratulations. You just fucked someone.”
Dwayne laughed breathlessly. “Wait. So does this make me a non-virgin twice?”
Frank laughed back. “Sure, why not?”
“Awesome. You know something? This feels kind of good. Is it okay if I stay like this for a while?”
“I was actually hoping you’d ask that,” Frank replied, pleased, and draped an arm over the boy’s back. “You know, we can do this whenever you want.”
“Yeah? I think I still like it more the other way, though.”
“Whatever you want, Dwayne. And thank you.”
“For what?”
“You went way out of your comfort zone for me and you pulled it off pretty well, so to speak. You really did.”
“Frank, you don’t need to say that.”
“I mean it! You know I don’t just say things because they seem like the right thing to say. Neither of us appreciates condescension.”
“You had to be really frustrated, back when we first started. I felt pretty awkward the first time, but not nearly as much as with this. Do you remember?”
“Remember? How could I forget? I wasn’t frustrated-I was terrified. I was so scared I was going to hurt you. Probably was a lot like what you felt now. Guess we’re even. But, you learn fast when you set your mind on something, Dwayne. And, please, don’t waste another second’s thought on me. Think about what I’ve got going for me: I’m doing it with a constantly-horny teenager. If you were my age, you’d see how much of a miracle that is.”
The teenager laid his head against Frank’s chest and closed his eyes. He whispered, “I’m so glad it was you.”
Frank couldn’t think of what to say. He looked at Dwayne, who appeared so content and peaceful, still entangled with Frank in their intimate embrace as though he absolutely, unquestionably belonged where he was.
A moment later, Dwayne added, “I wish people saw you the way I do.”
“Oh. How?” Frank asked for lack of anything better to say.
“You’re so…normal. You’re modest, so much that people take you for granted. But then there’s this side of you only a few privileged people have known.”
“Privileged?” Frank repeated with disbelief. “What are you talking about?”
“Yes, privileged!” Dwayne insisted, raising his head. He slid a hand up the damp forest of hair on Frank’s chest. “I don’t just say things, either. You’re different around me, especially during this. You just seem a lot more confident than usual, which as you know, is the biggest turn-on for me. I mean, you do know how good you are, right?”
Frank was again dumbfounded, this time with an embarrassed blush emerging on his face. “Dwayne…” he stammered. “You don’t have anything to compare to.”
“Look, Frank. I know you’re going to have to move out, eventually. I don’t want you to leave thinking I didn’t appreciate everything you did for me.”
“Oh, please, Dwayne-”
“No! I’m not just talking about this. I mean everything, listening, and being a friend to me. You’re the only one I have right now.”
Frank smiled warmly and stroked the boy’s hair. “Well, there is a side of you I wish others knew, too. You’re a much better person than you let on, Dwayne. You have good heart, and even though you act indifferent, I know there’s a lot of passion and conviction in you. You opened up to me, and believe me, I feel lucky for that, too. If you could do that, maybe you’ll start being on better terms with the rest of the world. You have a lot to offer it.”
“You’re a lot easier to talk to than the rest of the world, Frank.”
“You’ll get there. We both know you’re capable of dedicating yourself to something you want. I believe you can do anything if you try hard enough.”
Dwayne closed his eyes again. “Frank,” he quietly said, “I could have used you a lot earlier in my life.”
“Oh, me, too, Dwayne. Believe me,” Frank said with a hint of a sigh. His fingers gently combed through the boy’s dark locks. “What I did to myself-that was just the breaking point of something that had been building for a long time. I felt like I lost something a long time ago and I’ve been grieving for it ever since. It made me so tired just to make it to the end of each day and I couldn’t find any reasons to bother, anymore. So, when all those things happened so close to each other, I really thought I had nothing left. I couldn’t do it. The hopelessness was so much I couldn’t breathe under it anymore. I was suffocating. Not even treading water; drowning. But, I’m still here, so I might as well keep going, right?”
Frank’s fingers moved to brush his nephew’s cheek. “You should know, Dwayne, it’s been a while since I’ve felt this way. I didn’t think anything like this would happen again.”
“How do you feel?” Dwayne asked.
“Like…you know, good, content. Like I’m finally getting better.”
“I’m glad, Frank. I know there isn’t really a lot I can do for you, but I’m glad that you’re doing alright. I don’t want you to feel that bad ever again.”
“You see? This is what I was talking about. You are capable of a lot more than you think. Believe me.”
“So are you.”
Frank’s arms wrapped tighter around Dwayne’s back and he kissed the top of the boy’s head. “Thanks for a lovely birthday, Dwayne,” he said. “Considering I didn’t plan on having another one.”
“You’re welcome. Please stay for more, okay? Please?”
“I will. Promise.”