"Lollipop", Frank/Dwayne, NC-17
Title: Lollipop
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest, underage sexuality.
Summary: Dwayne wins a lollipop at the school fair and Frank is finding it a little too distracting.
A/N: For the fest! Prompt: lollipop, by alex_boylove. Believe it or not this was written between exams, so it might be a bit of a mess. A plotbunny bit me during English Language, what could I do?
Frank's sitting on the sofa, watching some unbelievably dull documentary, when he hears the front door open.
"Fucking school fairs," Richard mutters as he kicks the door closed behind him. "You're too old for school fairs."
Frank turns around, craning his neck to see them. "You're back," he says. He can see Richard stomping into the room but Dwayne is still hidden slightly by the wall. "How was it?"
"Ridiculous," Richard replies bitterly. "A school fair. At his age. Bunch of losers, the lot of them."
"You had fun, then?"
"He won something, at least," shrugs Richard. "Some ridiculous piece of candy that'll rot his teeth to dust, but it's something."
Frank laughs, and then Dwayne comes into view and he stops laughing abruptly. The piece of candy in Dwayne's hand is a lollipop. It's long. It's thick. It's rainbow-striped. It's...it's phallic. The tip of it is slick from Dwayne's saliva and it shines and glistens at him obscenely.
"Y-you won that?" he chokes out, as Dwayne places the wooden stick of the lollipop between his teeth in order to carefully pull off his satchel.
"M-hm," Dwayne replies through his teeth. He drops his satchel on the floor and crosses the room.
"What's this?" Richard asks suddenly, gesturing to the TV.
"Some documentary. On Romans or something," Frank tells him, disinterested. Richard joins him on the couch, but Frank still can't take his eyes off the - the thing in Dwayne's hand. Dwayne throws himself down into an armchair, tossing his legs over one of the arms and sitting in it sideways. He's facing Frank, though he is half-heartedly turning his head in the general direction of the TV.
"What did you win that for?" Frank manages to make himself ask as he watches Dwayne's tongue swipe slowly along the underside of the lollipop.
"Bobbing for apples," Dwayne replies casually, in a bored monotone, not looking up from the task at hand. He slides the lollipop between his pursed lips and sucks. Frank shifts on the sofa.
"I told you it was a lame fair," Richard snorts.
"Bobbing for apples?" Frank asks in disbelief.
Dwayne looks up at him, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "What can I say?" he shrugs. "I'm good with my mouth."
Frank's jaw drops, and he stares as Dwayne returns the lollipop to the warmth of his mouth, his shiny lips slipping and sliding down its length. Frank's pants suddenly feel rather tight, and he wonders if he can adjust them without attracting any attention. He drags his eyes back towards the TV, watching some old guy in a top hat talking about some civilization or other.
Dwayne slurps suddenly, and Frank finds his eyes immediately fixed back on his nephew again. Dwayne is sucking the tip of the lollipop into his mouth, and Frank can only imagine what his tongue is doing to it in there. His mouth is very dry. He moistens his lips, pulling one into his mouth and biting it. What is he doing? This is Dwayne, this is his nephew.
Dwayne drags his tongue along the length of the lollipop, enthusiastically pointing it and dipping it into the creases of the candy. His eyes flicker up to meet Frank's and he runs his tongue along the tip of the lollipop again, keeping eye contact with his uncle the whole time. Frank clenches his fists and then decides he's really got to do something about his trousers, which are feeling tighter by the second. He shuffles slightly, trying to pull them looser, but the friction this creates makes things even more unbearable. He grits his teeth, trying to keep his eyes off Dwayne.
"You all right, Frank?" Dwayne asks all of a sudden, and Frank's eyes widen in surprise. He says nothing, watching as Dwayne absentmindedly runs a sticky finger along the side of the lollipop. "You look a little...uncomfortable."
Frank clears his throat. "I'm fine," he mutters.
Dwayne lifts up the finger and Frank sees that it's sticky with the melting candy, a swirly blur of rainbow colours. Dwayne sticks the finger in his mouth, sucking the candy off it, and Frank decides he's really going to have to leave the room. He glances at Richard, who is completely oblivious, for some reason totally absorbed in the TV programme. He gets up, wincing as he heads to the bathroom to take care of things. There's no time to question all of this - he decides to accept that he simply became aroused at seeing somebody practically simulate a blowjob in front of him.
As he turns to shut the door behind him, he finds that it won't close completely, and he pushes again and then pulls it open to see what's going on. Dwayne is standing there, one hand flat against the door, the lollipop between his lips.
"Oh - Dwayne - I was just..." Frank stammers, feeling his face go red.
"I know," grins Dwayne after he releases the lollipop from his mouth with a 'pop'. "I could give you a hand if you like."
Frank just stares at him, thinking he can't possibly mean what he thinks he means.
"Or..." Dwayne says, lowering his voice and sauntering into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. "You might prefer it if I gave you my mouth."
Frank opens and closes his mouth several times like a goldfish. Dwayne pushes the lollipop between his lips again, pushing it down into his throat. He doesn't gag. He pulls it back out, smirking.
"I - Dwayne - this is..." Frank tries desperately, but then Dwayne is on his knees, tossing the lollipop aside onto the carpet. Dwayne pulls down the zipper and yanks down Frank's pants, shoving his boxers out of the way as well. Frank sucks in a sharp breath as his erection is freed. Dwayne looks at it, licking his lips which are stained a dark purplish-red. Frank tries very hard not to buck his hips forward. Dwayne is still examining his cock, looking it up and down, tentatively brushing a finger against it.
Then he looks up, grinning. He opens his mouth wide, sticks out his tongue so Frank can see the dark colour of it. He presses his tongue flat against the tip of Frank's cock, making him jerk uncontrollably and then grasp the bathroom counter for support. He can see himself in the mirror, he realises then. He can see Dwayne's head between his legs, a shock of dark hair against his pale thighs. He gulps. Dwayne swirls his tongue around the head of Frank's cock, dipping it into the slit. He suddenly purses his lips and takes as much of Frank's cock as he can into his mouth.
Frank gasps, his hand sweaty and slipping against the counter. He grabs hold of Dwayne's shoulder with his other hand, feeling the delicious heat of Dwayne's mouth surrounding his cock. How is he so good at this? Dwayne takes him almost all the way in, then pulls back, teasing the head again with his tongue. He doesn't look up at Frank, intent on his task, sneaking a hand between Frank's thighs to gently tease his balls as he sucks his cock again.
"Oh - Dwayne - oh God," Frank splutters, too aroused to even think about what exactly is going on. Richard's in the next room. He can't bring himself to care, at least not enough to make Dwayne stop because it feels so fucking good. It's been a long time since he had a blowjob this good. He looks down at Dwayne, the boy's head bobbing back and forth as he slides Frank's cock in and out of his mouth. He sees the discarded lollipop lying on the floor, a sticky trail of melted candy on the carpet beside it. He grips Dwayne's shoulder, feeling his orgasm coming already. Dwayne sucks harder, playing with his balls as if to encourage him and urge him on.
Frank makes a series of little choked, gasping sounds as he comes, spurting hot into Dwayne's mouth. Dwayne pulls back, swallowing hard. He looks up, a dribble of come on his lip. Frank stares at him, still trying to catch his breath. Dwayne's tongue darts out and he licks around his mouth, then grins up at his uncle. "Was that good?" he asks, his face a picture of complete innocence.
Frank steadies himself against the counter, doing up his pants again. "Was that good?" he asks in disbelief. "Dwayne, you could make a fucking career out of sucking cock."
Dwayne laughs.
"Don't, though," Frank adds hastily, then runs a hand through his damp hair, sighing. He eyes the lollipop on the floor once again. "What about that?" he asks.
"Don't need it anymore," Dwayne shrugs, picking it up and tossing it into the trash. "I got something much better," he adds with a devilish grin that Frank thinks really does not belong on a sixteen year old.
Frank leans back, closing his eyes and trying to sort things out a little better in his mind. But when he opens his eyes again, Dwayne is standing in front of him, stepping out of his pants. He eyes the bulge in Dwayne's boxers.
"I think it might be time for you to show me your skills," Dwayne says with a smirk, and Frank is more than happy to oblige.
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest, underage sexuality.
Summary: Dwayne wins a lollipop at the school fair and Frank is finding it a little too distracting.
A/N: For the fest! Prompt: lollipop, by alex_boylove. Believe it or not this was written between exams, so it might be a bit of a mess. A plotbunny bit me during English Language, what could I do?
Frank's sitting on the sofa, watching some unbelievably dull documentary, when he hears the front door open.
"Fucking school fairs," Richard mutters as he kicks the door closed behind him. "You're too old for school fairs."
Frank turns around, craning his neck to see them. "You're back," he says. He can see Richard stomping into the room but Dwayne is still hidden slightly by the wall. "How was it?"
"Ridiculous," Richard replies bitterly. "A school fair. At his age. Bunch of losers, the lot of them."
"You had fun, then?"
"He won something, at least," shrugs Richard. "Some ridiculous piece of candy that'll rot his teeth to dust, but it's something."
Frank laughs, and then Dwayne comes into view and he stops laughing abruptly. The piece of candy in Dwayne's hand is a lollipop. It's long. It's thick. It's rainbow-striped. It's...it's phallic. The tip of it is slick from Dwayne's saliva and it shines and glistens at him obscenely.
"Y-you won that?" he chokes out, as Dwayne places the wooden stick of the lollipop between his teeth in order to carefully pull off his satchel.
"M-hm," Dwayne replies through his teeth. He drops his satchel on the floor and crosses the room.
"What's this?" Richard asks suddenly, gesturing to the TV.
"Some documentary. On Romans or something," Frank tells him, disinterested. Richard joins him on the couch, but Frank still can't take his eyes off the - the thing in Dwayne's hand. Dwayne throws himself down into an armchair, tossing his legs over one of the arms and sitting in it sideways. He's facing Frank, though he is half-heartedly turning his head in the general direction of the TV.
"What did you win that for?" Frank manages to make himself ask as he watches Dwayne's tongue swipe slowly along the underside of the lollipop.
"Bobbing for apples," Dwayne replies casually, in a bored monotone, not looking up from the task at hand. He slides the lollipop between his pursed lips and sucks. Frank shifts on the sofa.
"I told you it was a lame fair," Richard snorts.
"Bobbing for apples?" Frank asks in disbelief.
Dwayne looks up at him, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "What can I say?" he shrugs. "I'm good with my mouth."
Frank's jaw drops, and he stares as Dwayne returns the lollipop to the warmth of his mouth, his shiny lips slipping and sliding down its length. Frank's pants suddenly feel rather tight, and he wonders if he can adjust them without attracting any attention. He drags his eyes back towards the TV, watching some old guy in a top hat talking about some civilization or other.
Dwayne slurps suddenly, and Frank finds his eyes immediately fixed back on his nephew again. Dwayne is sucking the tip of the lollipop into his mouth, and Frank can only imagine what his tongue is doing to it in there. His mouth is very dry. He moistens his lips, pulling one into his mouth and biting it. What is he doing? This is Dwayne, this is his nephew.
Dwayne drags his tongue along the length of the lollipop, enthusiastically pointing it and dipping it into the creases of the candy. His eyes flicker up to meet Frank's and he runs his tongue along the tip of the lollipop again, keeping eye contact with his uncle the whole time. Frank clenches his fists and then decides he's really got to do something about his trousers, which are feeling tighter by the second. He shuffles slightly, trying to pull them looser, but the friction this creates makes things even more unbearable. He grits his teeth, trying to keep his eyes off Dwayne.
"You all right, Frank?" Dwayne asks all of a sudden, and Frank's eyes widen in surprise. He says nothing, watching as Dwayne absentmindedly runs a sticky finger along the side of the lollipop. "You look a little...uncomfortable."
Frank clears his throat. "I'm fine," he mutters.
Dwayne lifts up the finger and Frank sees that it's sticky with the melting candy, a swirly blur of rainbow colours. Dwayne sticks the finger in his mouth, sucking the candy off it, and Frank decides he's really going to have to leave the room. He glances at Richard, who is completely oblivious, for some reason totally absorbed in the TV programme. He gets up, wincing as he heads to the bathroom to take care of things. There's no time to question all of this - he decides to accept that he simply became aroused at seeing somebody practically simulate a blowjob in front of him.
As he turns to shut the door behind him, he finds that it won't close completely, and he pushes again and then pulls it open to see what's going on. Dwayne is standing there, one hand flat against the door, the lollipop between his lips.
"Oh - Dwayne - I was just..." Frank stammers, feeling his face go red.
"I know," grins Dwayne after he releases the lollipop from his mouth with a 'pop'. "I could give you a hand if you like."
Frank just stares at him, thinking he can't possibly mean what he thinks he means.
"Or..." Dwayne says, lowering his voice and sauntering into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. "You might prefer it if I gave you my mouth."
Frank opens and closes his mouth several times like a goldfish. Dwayne pushes the lollipop between his lips again, pushing it down into his throat. He doesn't gag. He pulls it back out, smirking.
"I - Dwayne - this is..." Frank tries desperately, but then Dwayne is on his knees, tossing the lollipop aside onto the carpet. Dwayne pulls down the zipper and yanks down Frank's pants, shoving his boxers out of the way as well. Frank sucks in a sharp breath as his erection is freed. Dwayne looks at it, licking his lips which are stained a dark purplish-red. Frank tries very hard not to buck his hips forward. Dwayne is still examining his cock, looking it up and down, tentatively brushing a finger against it.
Then he looks up, grinning. He opens his mouth wide, sticks out his tongue so Frank can see the dark colour of it. He presses his tongue flat against the tip of Frank's cock, making him jerk uncontrollably and then grasp the bathroom counter for support. He can see himself in the mirror, he realises then. He can see Dwayne's head between his legs, a shock of dark hair against his pale thighs. He gulps. Dwayne swirls his tongue around the head of Frank's cock, dipping it into the slit. He suddenly purses his lips and takes as much of Frank's cock as he can into his mouth.
Frank gasps, his hand sweaty and slipping against the counter. He grabs hold of Dwayne's shoulder with his other hand, feeling the delicious heat of Dwayne's mouth surrounding his cock. How is he so good at this? Dwayne takes him almost all the way in, then pulls back, teasing the head again with his tongue. He doesn't look up at Frank, intent on his task, sneaking a hand between Frank's thighs to gently tease his balls as he sucks his cock again.
"Oh - Dwayne - oh God," Frank splutters, too aroused to even think about what exactly is going on. Richard's in the next room. He can't bring himself to care, at least not enough to make Dwayne stop because it feels so fucking good. It's been a long time since he had a blowjob this good. He looks down at Dwayne, the boy's head bobbing back and forth as he slides Frank's cock in and out of his mouth. He sees the discarded lollipop lying on the floor, a sticky trail of melted candy on the carpet beside it. He grips Dwayne's shoulder, feeling his orgasm coming already. Dwayne sucks harder, playing with his balls as if to encourage him and urge him on.
Frank makes a series of little choked, gasping sounds as he comes, spurting hot into Dwayne's mouth. Dwayne pulls back, swallowing hard. He looks up, a dribble of come on his lip. Frank stares at him, still trying to catch his breath. Dwayne's tongue darts out and he licks around his mouth, then grins up at his uncle. "Was that good?" he asks, his face a picture of complete innocence.
Frank steadies himself against the counter, doing up his pants again. "Was that good?" he asks in disbelief. "Dwayne, you could make a fucking career out of sucking cock."
Dwayne laughs.
"Don't, though," Frank adds hastily, then runs a hand through his damp hair, sighing. He eyes the lollipop on the floor once again. "What about that?" he asks.
"Don't need it anymore," Dwayne shrugs, picking it up and tossing it into the trash. "I got something much better," he adds with a devilish grin that Frank thinks really does not belong on a sixteen year old.
Frank leans back, closing his eyes and trying to sort things out a little better in his mind. But when he opens his eyes again, Dwayne is standing in front of him, stepping out of his pants. He eyes the bulge in Dwayne's boxers.
"I think it might be time for you to show me your skills," Dwayne says with a smirk, and Frank is more than happy to oblige.