Fic: Drenched
Title: Drenched
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The usual: underage, incest, language
Summary: A day in the park doesn't go quite as planned...but it leads to other things.
Disclaimer: LMS is not mine.
A/N: Props to muselolita for the beta. ♥
Whenever Frank and Dwayne were left alone for the day, once both of them were awake, Frank made breakfast for them and they ate together. Frank was nearly always the earlier riser, so, as always, he waited for Dwayne so he could ask him what he wanted to eat. One morning, a few minutes into their meal, Frank proposed that he and Dwayne spend some time that afternoon at the park. The weather appeared ideal for going out and Frank had already made it very clear that he wanted to leave the house more often.
And, yet, as soon as he suggested it, Dwayne complained.
“The park? To do what?” he asked.
“You know, walk around, enjoy the outdoors,” Frank said, hoping it wouldn’t turn into another argument. “We can take some lunch with us…maybe some bread and feed it to the ducks at the pond.”
Dwayne muttered, “Sounds thrilling,” in his familiar sarcastic tone.
“Well, what would you rather do?” Frank asked, doing his best not to become frustrated.
Dwayne almost blurted out, “I think you know the answer to that,” but Frank immediately guessed the nature of his response and cut him off.
“Oh, you just-don’t start that bullshit with me, again, Dwayne! God! Do you ever learn? I’m not in the mood to do this. You-”
“Alright, alright!” Dwayne cried, putting his hands up. He did not wanting to argue, either, and had not intended to upset his uncle. “Jeez! I never said I didn’t want to go outside, did I? I just thought we could do something else. But, fine, we’ll go to the park and feed the fucking ducks and look at clouds and watch the grass grow, or whatever.”
“Well, very good, then,” Frank said, satisfied. “Don't forget your sunglasses. I’ll make sandwiches and take a blanket, so we can have a little picnic there.”
Dwayne winced. “Aw, fuck, Frank…” But he'd already agreed, so he gave up any grousing from then on.
***
At the park, the two strolled around for a little bit, then found a bench by the duck pond. The weather was warm but not oppressively hot, and there was even a slight breeze. They watched the ducks paddle up to the shore for bits of bread. Once they ran out, Frank located a good spot in the shade of a tree for them to sit. He spread out the blanket on the grass and they started lunch.
They ate the sandwiches Frank had prepared and drank from soda cans they brought from home. Dwayne could see that this was not such a terrible idea, after all. Frank seemed content and untroubled; that was enough for him, so he made the best of it. It was probably the closest thing he and Frank could have to a public date, though the thought made him sad at the same time. He settled for lying on his back near Frank, motionlessly basking in the sun like a lizard on a rock. Frank, in the meantime, ate egg salad from a plastic bowl before it spoiled in the heat.
Frank picked up all of their leftover trash and got up to throw it into a nearby garbage can. He returned and sat back down next to Dwayne, leaning back on his hands, legs outstretched. He saw Dwayne look so obscenely comfortable, so still as though he were asleep, and envied him. He thought it would look inappropriate to lie down next to him, and even though there weren’t too many people around, especially in the middle of the day, his nerves would not allow it.
Yet, he couldn’t help staring at the boy. Behind his sunglasses, it was less obvious. Dwayne had one arm bent with his hand tucked under his head, while the other was stretched out above, higher. His raised arms made his white t-shirt come up and exposed a sliver of his stomach above the waist of his jeans. Frank couldn’t take his eyes off it and Dwayne was just making it worse by yawning and stretching even more and reaching down to scratch his belly. Frank’s fingers itched to touch him.
Distracted, Frank didn’t notice Dwayne’s hand moving until Dwayne tapped him on the arm.
“Lie down,” Dwayne urged.
Frank wavered. “I…it doesn’t look right.”
Dwayne took Frank’s arm and gave it a pull. Frank nervously jerked it away, but Dwayne held on to it.
“No one’s looking! Just lie down, already,” he persisted. If Frank was supposed to be enjoying a nice day out, Dwayne didn’t want him to deny himself anything.
Frank took a look around and finally relented. It was actually a bit of a relief; his back had begun to ache. He still lay rather stiffly because of his anxieties, flinching when Dwayne touched his hand as it lay at his side. But he relaxed and their fingers connected, and Frank eventually assembled enough courage to put his hand on top of Dwayne’s.
Over to their side, across the duck pond, Dwayne spotted a young couple, a man and a woman, canoodling out in the open. They sat on the grass, facing each other, and were kissing without the slightest concern for anyone within view. Dwayne would have loved for Frank to just push him into the grass and start making out with him, but, of course, they couldn’t.
“Look at those two assholes,” Dwayne said, glancing in their direction.
Frank turned his head to see. “Oh, that. Yeah.”
“Fucking disgusting.”
“Compared to what, what we did yesterday?”
Dwayne craned his neck to look at Frank with exaggerated shock. “Wow! Did you actually make a joke, today?” It was especially funny considering they fucked with Dwayne bent over the dinner table the other day.
“I simply agree,” Frank replied. “It’s rude.”
“Yeah. I shouldn’t really complain, though,” Dwayne said. “I’d be doing the same thing with you if I could.”
Frank smiled and blushed a little. “I bet you would.”
***
About an hour into their reveries, Frank started to feel slightly cold. He opened his eyes and saw that the sky had turned a foreboding gray. He sat up and nudged Dwayne.
“Hey. Dwayne, we need to go.”
“Whuh?”
“We have to go. It’s going to rain any minute.” They had no umbrella and had taken a bus to the park and that would mean standing in the rain at the stop, which was several blocks away, waiting for one to arrive. Worst case, they could throw the blanket over their heads for protection. And everything had been going so well.
As luck would have it, as soon as they exited the park, the first drop fell.
“Looks like someone didn’t check the weather forecast,” Dwayne quipped.
“Oh, like you don’t know how to use a remote,” Frank snapped. “Are your wrists so thin they’ll break if you try to use it?”
Dwayne scowled and shot back, “Well, you bitching isn’t going to make the rain stop.”
Shut the fuck up, Dwayne. Frank swallowed his irritation and simply trudged ahead. “Just-come on. We might be able to catch the next one,” he said, though that was only a blind guess. They had no way of knowing if running would make a difference when they didn’t even know when the bus would come by.
And then the light drizzle turned into rain.
“Oh, shit. It’s getting worse,” Frank lamented. He unfurled the blanket and draped it over the both of them, each grasping one end to cover their heads.
By the time they were a block ahead, the rain started pouring-hard. The blanket was quickly soaked and became of little help.
“Frank, this is hopeless,” Dwayne groaned. “Can we go inside somewhere and just wait it out?”
“The bus might come!”
“Yeah, but when? We could be standing there in the rain for 10, 15 minutes before it gets here, and by then we’ll be soaking wet!”
“And if we miss it?”
“Jesus, Frank, then there’ll be another one! We can go somewhere where we can see the bus coming from inside. Please?”
Frank scanned the streets for any place to take cover, a diner, maybe, or even a small shop where they could warm themselves up with a hot beverage. But there was nothing in sight. Apart from the park, the neighborhood wasn’t quite a downtown shopping and dining district. They raced by house after house and a couple of dilapidated warehouses.
Dwayne suddenly made a sharp turn into an alley between two old buildings.
“Hey, where are you going?” Frank cried. Dwayne was now steps ahead of him and Frank had to grab at the flying blanket to get it back over his head.
There was a left turn at the end of the alley, leading into another, narrower alley, ended by a chain link fence. Near the end, there was a fire escape on the side of the building and some basic scaffolding for a long-abandoned construction. They ran under it for cover.
“Oh, God,” Frank said, relieved and breathless. “Finally. How did you know to go here?”
“I didn’t. I just got sick of running down the same street. If this thing wasn’t above us, we’d probably be fucked.”
Frank’s expression made it obvious he was not amused by this. “Well, thank you for your good sense, Columbus.”
Dwayne answered with a smug smile.
“So what now?” Frank wondered aloud. “Guess we wait. It’s going to be fun chasing the bus if we hear it coming-if we hear it at all.”
Without any notice, Dwayne moved in closer and kissed Frank. Frank froze in shock, unable to even react for the brief duration of the kiss until Dwayne ended it.
“Dwayne!” he cried. Extreme alarm instantly replaced his momentary stupor. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted to do this all day,” Dwayne said and put his arms around Frank and kissed him again, while Frank brought his hands up in a vague attempt to shield himself.
“Well…yes, I did. But at home, not outside!”
“Yeah, well, I couldn’t wait!” The teenager would not give up and pulled Frank into another kiss.
Frank managed to grab Dwayne’s wrists and pull himself away enough to speak. “Is this because of those people at the park?”
“Yeah! Why should they get to be all gross in front of everyone but we have to hide it? It isn’t fair!” The teenager angrily attempted to extricate his wrists, angry at the injustice rather than at Frank, who still held him at bay.
“Well, there’s that matter of the law, among other things.”
“Oh, that,” Dwayne muttered. He freed himself with a hard yank of his hands and lunged at Frank, crashing his mouth into Frank’s, deeper and harder.
After another moment of rushed kissing, Frank asked, “What if someone sees us?” though it was beginning sink in that this was a losing game.
Dwayne didn’t bother answering, just kept engaging Frank with his mouth, wrapping his thin arms tightly around the man, and he refused to stop until Frank finally began kissing him back. He took a step back and leaned against the brick wall of the building, pulling Frank closer along with him.
Frank did finally give in, clasping his hands around the boy’s face and returning the kisses in earnest. He couldn’t ignore how Dwayne looked all wet from the rain. His white t-shirt clung to his body, showing his skin underneath. Strands of his hair fell into his face and stuck to his forehead. The skin itself took on a dewy softness whenever it was damp and his cheeks were red from running. The excitement of it all made Frank’s heart race, and with each kiss and each touch, it sped up more. His hands were on the teenager’s waist, fingertips playing with the edge of his jeans, then touching the skin above-the very same area of skin he’d so wanted to touch in the park. They crept further up, his hand finding its way under Dwayne’s shirt, up the flat surface of his stomach and over to wrap around his side, just under his ribs.
Dwayne, further excited by Frank’s change of heart, eagerly rutted into Frank. He knew it would be a matter of time before Frank came to his senses and remembered the utter insanity of what they were doing, so he used the moment for all it was worth. His tongue plundered Frank’s mouth and dared him to do the same. As Frank then embedded his face in the curve of Dwayne’s neck, kissing and tasting it almost aggressively, Dwayne’s hand snaked down to Frank’s groin, finding a bulge behind his slacks, cupping it, and then fondling it. He expected Frank to stop everything then, but instead, the older man shifted his stance and pressed harder against the hand. Frank hadn’t even touched him in the same place, but Dwayne already so hard and thought he would come from merely knowing he’d gotten Frank to go this far. The blood pounded in his ears so loudly it overpowered the storm around them.
Their bliss was abruptly cut short when Frank’s ears caught the sound of the bus coming down the block.
“Oh, my God! The bus! Let’s go before we miss it!”
The two reemerged in the main street that had been on previously to see the bus driving by at that very moment. They ran after it, and after some distance saw that the bus stop was not far off. The driver was kind enough to pull over and let them catch up. The telltale screech of tires and hiss was like music.
Exhausted and out of breath, they boarded the bus, glad to be out of the rain at last. Frank fumbled with his money, almost spilling change on the bus floor. The seated passengers silently stared at the two of them with a mix of bewilderment and pity. But Dwayne simply walked to two available seats and sat in the one by the window. Frank followed him after paying and sat next to him, releasing a much-deserved sigh of relief. They looked at each other and Frank shook his head tiredly. They said little on the rest of the way home.
***
Frank exhaled, tiredly but happily, as they entered the house. Finally. He left his shoes at the door and told Dwayne to do the same so they would not leave mud all over the floor.
“We’re going to need to get out of these clothes. Just go straight to the bathroom so you can take all that off,” he said.
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Dwayne said, already peeling off his wet shirt on the way. Once they were both there, they started stripping off the rest of their clothes.
“While you’re at it,” Frank added, “I think you should take a hot shower. You need to warm up so you don’t get sick.”
Dwayne’s eyebrows rose with interest. “Good idea. Care to join me?”
Frank chuckled dismissively, but Dwayne was not joking. “I’m serious. What are you going to do in the meantime? Wait here naked for your turn, get sick, and then use the shower once you’ve already gotten sick?”
“I’m just going to towel off and change,” Frank replied.
Dwayne frowned and rolled his eyes. “Bullshit you are. Let’s go.” He stripped down to nothing, threw his clothes into a pile on the floor and started to go for the shower.
“But… the clothes…I have to put them in the…” Frank complained, but then realized it was a waste of breath. Dwayne was already inside the shower-tub combo, turning on the water. Frank disrobed and also placed his clothes on the floor, but more neatly, of course.
When he stepped in, he gave an “Ah!” and quickly moved to turn down the temperature. “That’s too hot! Jesus, are you trying to scald us? How can you stand that?”
Dwayne scoffed and teased, “You big baby!”
Frank ignored him and adjusted the water to his liking. As soon as he turned around, Dwayne kissed him and wound his arms around the man’s neck. Frank reacted with surprise, but then returned it, savoring the wet, tender lips, bringing up a hand to cup his cheek and deepen the kiss.
“You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” Frank asked in one of the fleeting spaces when their lips were not connected.
“The whole way,” Dwayne replied with a smile.
The boy’s skin felt so good when Frank finally put his hands on him. It was warm and soft from the hot water and rising steam, and his fingertips glided as easily as the water over its slick surface. They followed the smooth lines of his frame, trailing down his back and taking the time to trace the jutting bones of his hips. Everything Frank had glimpsed in the alley was intensified. He could see tiny droplets suspended on the boy’s lashes as his eyes fluttered open and closed. His cheeks were beautifully flushed. Strands of his sopping-wet hair framed his face like they had before, and Frank brushed them away and kissed his forehead.
The water quickly warmed them, thawing the stiffness from the cold rain, and reawakening their senses as it poured on them. Their heated bodies melted together beneath the stream and they continued kissing and caressing each other, their growing arousals touching at times.
Dwayne was elated that he had again convinced Frank into doing something, though Frank was now a much more willing participant. When he closed his eyes, there was little difference between the hot flow of water over him and the smooth movement of Frank’s hands and lips on his skin and the warmth of Frank’s arms around him. He thought Frank didn’t look too bad, either, all wet. All the things he had wanted back in that alley were fulfilled, and now without any rush or restriction.
Then Frank unexpectedly let go of him. Dwayne looked in alarm, but then saw Frank reaching for body wash and a poof sponge.
“Seriously?” Dwayne asked with a surprised laugh. “You want to do this now?”
“Why not?” Frank poured the body wash onto the sponge, then put the sponge under the shower stream, rubbing it between his hands to get it lathery.
Dwayne shrugged, deciding to let Frank do what he wanted. Things usually turned out well for both of them when he did.
“Okay, you. I’ll be quick,” Frank said and started scrubbing Dwayne, beginning with his chest and shoulders.
“I hope not…”
Frank smiled and then lifted Dwayne’s arms one by one, scrubbing under them, then his elbows.
“Turn around,” he instructed next.
Dwayne obeyed and Frank washed his back. He then had Dwayne turn again and lift his feet so he could bend down and wash the soles. Dwayne squealed and nearly lost his balance because it tickled.
“Ooh, sorry, sorry,” Frank said. He went so far as to wash between the boy’s toes. “Bet you don’t even remember the last time you washed your feet.”
“Eh, the soap goes down to the floor and I stand in it. That’s good enough.”
Frank shook his head disapprovingly, then stood upright. “So, shall I take care of the rest, or…?”
Dwayne grinned. “Go ahead.”
Frank put the sponge back on the caddy, then took the body wash again and poured some into his hand. He reached down and continued washing him. Dwayne closed his eyes and let his head droop a little to the side. He’d already started to get aroused when they were kissing, but when Frank touched him, fingers gliding smoothly with soap and water, he grew hard in no time flat. Frank then reached between Dwayne’s legs and made circles around his opening with a soap-slick finger. Dwayne’s mouth fell open slightly and gave a low moan, though the sound was lost in the rush of water.
Frank stopped and ended Dwayne’s state of bliss, saying, “Okay, you’re good.” Dwayne whimpered sadly, but was quickly appeased when Frank put his arms around him and resumed kissing him like before.
“Hey, what about you?” Dwayne asked.
“Me? I already showered this morning before you woke up.”
Dwayne made a face, but then saw it didn’t really matter if this was what they were doing now. Frank cupped the side of Dwayne’s cheek and kissed him tenderly, then brushed they boy’s ear with his fingers and moved to kiss his a spot on his neck just under it. His fingers teased a nipple, while his mouth tasted the soft, wet skin and lapped at the moisture collected in the crevices and hollows of his neck and collar.
Frank’s hands slid down to Dwayne’s buttocks, squeezing and kneading the flesh, his restless fingers getting their fill at last. He pushed on them so their groins came closer and their erections pressed together. They both began rocking their hips to rub against each other. Dwayne made little moaning noises near Frank’s ear, letting his head fall forward onto Frank’s shoulder. It drove Frank absolutely, blissfully mad to hear Dwayne’s vocal responses, whether they were loud wails or faint whimpers. They were so obscene, yet so beautiful, and so unabashedly raw because he was always too euphoric to conceal his ecstasy.
Frank took hold of Dwayne’s wet cock and slid his thumb along the underside. Dwayne barely kept his knees from buckling while Frank teased the swollen tip. He leaned into the tile wall for more support. It was cold and sent a chill through him upon contact, but it wasn’t close to the sensations Frank sparked in him. He groaned audibly whenever Frank’s thumb passed over the spot right under the base of his cock-head, and Frank could feel his entire, slender body quake each time. He then took his own cock together with Dwayne’s in his grip, bringing their erections together. Dwayne gasped and faltered for a second, but quickly recovered and then slowly started thrusting his hips into Frank’s moving hand. He held Frank tightly around the shoulders, fingers digging deeper into the man’s flesh as his pleasure grew. Frank worked them faster and faster as Dwayne’s thrusting hips and the rate of his moans followed the pace. One by one, they came, Dwayne crying out first, his hips jerking frenziedly, both spurting over Frank’s hand and onto each other’s stomachs.
As the aftershocks left their bodies, Dwayne still hung on to Frank, though his frame gradually slackened. Frank gently opened his hand and released them both, but stood in place, letting Dwayne decide on his own when he wanted to detach himself from him. The boy raised his head and Frank kissed him, the two delicately pressing their lips together and touching noses until their post-orgasmic haze ebbed away. The shower still ran, rinsing them clean, and Dwayne could have fallen asleep standing up in the warm cocoon of steam and Frank’s embrace.
Dwayne unwound his arms from around Frank. It was clear in his movements that he didn’t want to. Frank also didn’t like removing his hands from Dwayne. He turned the water off, and they both stepped out and toweled themselves off.
Frank took a smaller towel and used it to dry Dwayne’s wet mess of hair, vigorously rubbing it into the boy’s head. When he stopped and uncovered his face, Dwayne smiled at him, eyes beaming bright and cheeks red as ever. There didn’t seem to be a time or situation when Dwayne didn’t seem like the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
The teen hung up his towel, and as he exited the bathroom, Frank came up behind him and delivered a playful smack to his ass. Dwayne yelped and turned shot a glare of pretend-outrage at Frank, who smirked devilishly back at him. It stung just enough and left a faint red imprint.
They changed into clean clothes in Dwayne’s room, and then Frank put their wet clothes in with the rest of the laundry for later. With five people in the house, it had to be done every few days, anyway, and it was only one of many chores he relieved Sheryl of in exchange for staying with them.
In the space of a few minutes, everything reverted to normalcy. Dry and dressed, Dwayne plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. Frank went to the kitchen and made tea. He sat down next to Dwayne, sipping his tea and watching TV with him, expecting Sheryl and Olive to pull into the driveway at any moment. In his head, he calculated when he should start preparing dinner, so that everyone could sit down to the meal, and occupied his mind with what exactly he would cook.
Meanwhile, Dwayne scooted closer to Frank and took advantage of what time they had left alone.
“You smell good,” he said, pressing his nose into Frank’s shoulder and sniffing his shirt.
“So do you,” Frank said, though he did little else, at first. Now that they were both clean and changed, some strange self-imposed rule told him he had been cleansed of the day’s misdeeds and he should not do anything else. But with Dwayne lightly pawing at him and affectionately rubbing his face into his shoulder, he could not resist, and kissed him, while his hand quickly found itself under Dwayne’s shirt.
“We need to do this more often,” Dwayne murmured.
“Which part?” Frank said with a laugh. “You say that about everything.”
“Exactly-all of it. Take your pick: going outside, making out in the rain, getting off in the shower…spanking me. That was a nice touch.”
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that, you little perv.”
“Seriously, you need to do that more. I’m going to be up all night imagining you smacking my ass until it’s bright red and raw and sore. Oh, and thanks, by the way. Now, every time I jerk off in the shower, I’ll have something that really happened to think about.”
Oh, my God. Frank couldn’t speak. His sister and seven-year-old niece could walk in any minute and Dwayne was making him fall apart and want to put his hands on Dwayne’s bare behind again.
“Maybe next time,” he whispered with his lips on Dwayne’s neck, giving the teenager goose bumps.
Barely five minutes passed when Sheryl and Olive finally arrived. Frank and Dwayne heard the lock to the front door open and vaulted themselves to opposite ends of the couch.
“We’re home!” Olive’s high voice announced from the door. She and Sheryl emerged from under a giant black umbrella Sheryl kept in her car and Sheryl shook off the excess water from it before going inside and then propped it up near the door to dry. They left their shoes near Frank and Dwayne’s. Olive happily greeted Frank and Dwayne and then dashed to her room for a nap. Rain made the usually spritely girl sleepy.
Sheryl came over next. “Hey, you two. What did you do today? I bet this was good day for staying inside, for once, huh?”
Frank started, “Actually, we, um…”
And Dwayne finished, “We went to the park and basically got soaked.”
“Oh, no! You got caught in the rain? Neither of you thought to bring an umbrella?”
Both males mumbled under their breaths, “No…”
Sheryl shook her head and tsk-tsked them. “You boys. Oh! Frank, are you taking care of dinner tonight?”
“Of course. Is six o’clock alright?”
“That’s fine. Richard should be home by then, so I guess we all get to eat together. Thanks, Frank. Gosh, I hope neither of you get sick.” She then left for the bedroom to change out of her work clothes, leaving the two alone again.
When she was out of the room, Dwayne mumbled to Frank, “Told you we should’ve just stayed home.”
“Shut the fuck up, Dwayne.”
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The usual: underage, incest, language
Summary: A day in the park doesn't go quite as planned...but it leads to other things.
Disclaimer: LMS is not mine.
A/N: Props to muselolita for the beta. ♥
Whenever Frank and Dwayne were left alone for the day, once both of them were awake, Frank made breakfast for them and they ate together. Frank was nearly always the earlier riser, so, as always, he waited for Dwayne so he could ask him what he wanted to eat. One morning, a few minutes into their meal, Frank proposed that he and Dwayne spend some time that afternoon at the park. The weather appeared ideal for going out and Frank had already made it very clear that he wanted to leave the house more often.
And, yet, as soon as he suggested it, Dwayne complained.
“The park? To do what?” he asked.
“You know, walk around, enjoy the outdoors,” Frank said, hoping it wouldn’t turn into another argument. “We can take some lunch with us…maybe some bread and feed it to the ducks at the pond.”
Dwayne muttered, “Sounds thrilling,” in his familiar sarcastic tone.
“Well, what would you rather do?” Frank asked, doing his best not to become frustrated.
Dwayne almost blurted out, “I think you know the answer to that,” but Frank immediately guessed the nature of his response and cut him off.
“Oh, you just-don’t start that bullshit with me, again, Dwayne! God! Do you ever learn? I’m not in the mood to do this. You-”
“Alright, alright!” Dwayne cried, putting his hands up. He did not wanting to argue, either, and had not intended to upset his uncle. “Jeez! I never said I didn’t want to go outside, did I? I just thought we could do something else. But, fine, we’ll go to the park and feed the fucking ducks and look at clouds and watch the grass grow, or whatever.”
“Well, very good, then,” Frank said, satisfied. “Don't forget your sunglasses. I’ll make sandwiches and take a blanket, so we can have a little picnic there.”
Dwayne winced. “Aw, fuck, Frank…” But he'd already agreed, so he gave up any grousing from then on.
***
At the park, the two strolled around for a little bit, then found a bench by the duck pond. The weather was warm but not oppressively hot, and there was even a slight breeze. They watched the ducks paddle up to the shore for bits of bread. Once they ran out, Frank located a good spot in the shade of a tree for them to sit. He spread out the blanket on the grass and they started lunch.
They ate the sandwiches Frank had prepared and drank from soda cans they brought from home. Dwayne could see that this was not such a terrible idea, after all. Frank seemed content and untroubled; that was enough for him, so he made the best of it. It was probably the closest thing he and Frank could have to a public date, though the thought made him sad at the same time. He settled for lying on his back near Frank, motionlessly basking in the sun like a lizard on a rock. Frank, in the meantime, ate egg salad from a plastic bowl before it spoiled in the heat.
Frank picked up all of their leftover trash and got up to throw it into a nearby garbage can. He returned and sat back down next to Dwayne, leaning back on his hands, legs outstretched. He saw Dwayne look so obscenely comfortable, so still as though he were asleep, and envied him. He thought it would look inappropriate to lie down next to him, and even though there weren’t too many people around, especially in the middle of the day, his nerves would not allow it.
Yet, he couldn’t help staring at the boy. Behind his sunglasses, it was less obvious. Dwayne had one arm bent with his hand tucked under his head, while the other was stretched out above, higher. His raised arms made his white t-shirt come up and exposed a sliver of his stomach above the waist of his jeans. Frank couldn’t take his eyes off it and Dwayne was just making it worse by yawning and stretching even more and reaching down to scratch his belly. Frank’s fingers itched to touch him.
Distracted, Frank didn’t notice Dwayne’s hand moving until Dwayne tapped him on the arm.
“Lie down,” Dwayne urged.
Frank wavered. “I…it doesn’t look right.”
Dwayne took Frank’s arm and gave it a pull. Frank nervously jerked it away, but Dwayne held on to it.
“No one’s looking! Just lie down, already,” he persisted. If Frank was supposed to be enjoying a nice day out, Dwayne didn’t want him to deny himself anything.
Frank took a look around and finally relented. It was actually a bit of a relief; his back had begun to ache. He still lay rather stiffly because of his anxieties, flinching when Dwayne touched his hand as it lay at his side. But he relaxed and their fingers connected, and Frank eventually assembled enough courage to put his hand on top of Dwayne’s.
Over to their side, across the duck pond, Dwayne spotted a young couple, a man and a woman, canoodling out in the open. They sat on the grass, facing each other, and were kissing without the slightest concern for anyone within view. Dwayne would have loved for Frank to just push him into the grass and start making out with him, but, of course, they couldn’t.
“Look at those two assholes,” Dwayne said, glancing in their direction.
Frank turned his head to see. “Oh, that. Yeah.”
“Fucking disgusting.”
“Compared to what, what we did yesterday?”
Dwayne craned his neck to look at Frank with exaggerated shock. “Wow! Did you actually make a joke, today?” It was especially funny considering they fucked with Dwayne bent over the dinner table the other day.
“I simply agree,” Frank replied. “It’s rude.”
“Yeah. I shouldn’t really complain, though,” Dwayne said. “I’d be doing the same thing with you if I could.”
Frank smiled and blushed a little. “I bet you would.”
***
About an hour into their reveries, Frank started to feel slightly cold. He opened his eyes and saw that the sky had turned a foreboding gray. He sat up and nudged Dwayne.
“Hey. Dwayne, we need to go.”
“Whuh?”
“We have to go. It’s going to rain any minute.” They had no umbrella and had taken a bus to the park and that would mean standing in the rain at the stop, which was several blocks away, waiting for one to arrive. Worst case, they could throw the blanket over their heads for protection. And everything had been going so well.
As luck would have it, as soon as they exited the park, the first drop fell.
“Looks like someone didn’t check the weather forecast,” Dwayne quipped.
“Oh, like you don’t know how to use a remote,” Frank snapped. “Are your wrists so thin they’ll break if you try to use it?”
Dwayne scowled and shot back, “Well, you bitching isn’t going to make the rain stop.”
Shut the fuck up, Dwayne. Frank swallowed his irritation and simply trudged ahead. “Just-come on. We might be able to catch the next one,” he said, though that was only a blind guess. They had no way of knowing if running would make a difference when they didn’t even know when the bus would come by.
And then the light drizzle turned into rain.
“Oh, shit. It’s getting worse,” Frank lamented. He unfurled the blanket and draped it over the both of them, each grasping one end to cover their heads.
By the time they were a block ahead, the rain started pouring-hard. The blanket was quickly soaked and became of little help.
“Frank, this is hopeless,” Dwayne groaned. “Can we go inside somewhere and just wait it out?”
“The bus might come!”
“Yeah, but when? We could be standing there in the rain for 10, 15 minutes before it gets here, and by then we’ll be soaking wet!”
“And if we miss it?”
“Jesus, Frank, then there’ll be another one! We can go somewhere where we can see the bus coming from inside. Please?”
Frank scanned the streets for any place to take cover, a diner, maybe, or even a small shop where they could warm themselves up with a hot beverage. But there was nothing in sight. Apart from the park, the neighborhood wasn’t quite a downtown shopping and dining district. They raced by house after house and a couple of dilapidated warehouses.
Dwayne suddenly made a sharp turn into an alley between two old buildings.
“Hey, where are you going?” Frank cried. Dwayne was now steps ahead of him and Frank had to grab at the flying blanket to get it back over his head.
There was a left turn at the end of the alley, leading into another, narrower alley, ended by a chain link fence. Near the end, there was a fire escape on the side of the building and some basic scaffolding for a long-abandoned construction. They ran under it for cover.
“Oh, God,” Frank said, relieved and breathless. “Finally. How did you know to go here?”
“I didn’t. I just got sick of running down the same street. If this thing wasn’t above us, we’d probably be fucked.”
Frank’s expression made it obvious he was not amused by this. “Well, thank you for your good sense, Columbus.”
Dwayne answered with a smug smile.
“So what now?” Frank wondered aloud. “Guess we wait. It’s going to be fun chasing the bus if we hear it coming-if we hear it at all.”
Without any notice, Dwayne moved in closer and kissed Frank. Frank froze in shock, unable to even react for the brief duration of the kiss until Dwayne ended it.
“Dwayne!” he cried. Extreme alarm instantly replaced his momentary stupor. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t wanted to do this all day,” Dwayne said and put his arms around Frank and kissed him again, while Frank brought his hands up in a vague attempt to shield himself.
“Well…yes, I did. But at home, not outside!”
“Yeah, well, I couldn’t wait!” The teenager would not give up and pulled Frank into another kiss.
Frank managed to grab Dwayne’s wrists and pull himself away enough to speak. “Is this because of those people at the park?”
“Yeah! Why should they get to be all gross in front of everyone but we have to hide it? It isn’t fair!” The teenager angrily attempted to extricate his wrists, angry at the injustice rather than at Frank, who still held him at bay.
“Well, there’s that matter of the law, among other things.”
“Oh, that,” Dwayne muttered. He freed himself with a hard yank of his hands and lunged at Frank, crashing his mouth into Frank’s, deeper and harder.
After another moment of rushed kissing, Frank asked, “What if someone sees us?” though it was beginning sink in that this was a losing game.
Dwayne didn’t bother answering, just kept engaging Frank with his mouth, wrapping his thin arms tightly around the man, and he refused to stop until Frank finally began kissing him back. He took a step back and leaned against the brick wall of the building, pulling Frank closer along with him.
Frank did finally give in, clasping his hands around the boy’s face and returning the kisses in earnest. He couldn’t ignore how Dwayne looked all wet from the rain. His white t-shirt clung to his body, showing his skin underneath. Strands of his hair fell into his face and stuck to his forehead. The skin itself took on a dewy softness whenever it was damp and his cheeks were red from running. The excitement of it all made Frank’s heart race, and with each kiss and each touch, it sped up more. His hands were on the teenager’s waist, fingertips playing with the edge of his jeans, then touching the skin above-the very same area of skin he’d so wanted to touch in the park. They crept further up, his hand finding its way under Dwayne’s shirt, up the flat surface of his stomach and over to wrap around his side, just under his ribs.
Dwayne, further excited by Frank’s change of heart, eagerly rutted into Frank. He knew it would be a matter of time before Frank came to his senses and remembered the utter insanity of what they were doing, so he used the moment for all it was worth. His tongue plundered Frank’s mouth and dared him to do the same. As Frank then embedded his face in the curve of Dwayne’s neck, kissing and tasting it almost aggressively, Dwayne’s hand snaked down to Frank’s groin, finding a bulge behind his slacks, cupping it, and then fondling it. He expected Frank to stop everything then, but instead, the older man shifted his stance and pressed harder against the hand. Frank hadn’t even touched him in the same place, but Dwayne already so hard and thought he would come from merely knowing he’d gotten Frank to go this far. The blood pounded in his ears so loudly it overpowered the storm around them.
Their bliss was abruptly cut short when Frank’s ears caught the sound of the bus coming down the block.
“Oh, my God! The bus! Let’s go before we miss it!”
The two reemerged in the main street that had been on previously to see the bus driving by at that very moment. They ran after it, and after some distance saw that the bus stop was not far off. The driver was kind enough to pull over and let them catch up. The telltale screech of tires and hiss was like music.
Exhausted and out of breath, they boarded the bus, glad to be out of the rain at last. Frank fumbled with his money, almost spilling change on the bus floor. The seated passengers silently stared at the two of them with a mix of bewilderment and pity. But Dwayne simply walked to two available seats and sat in the one by the window. Frank followed him after paying and sat next to him, releasing a much-deserved sigh of relief. They looked at each other and Frank shook his head tiredly. They said little on the rest of the way home.
***
Frank exhaled, tiredly but happily, as they entered the house. Finally. He left his shoes at the door and told Dwayne to do the same so they would not leave mud all over the floor.
“We’re going to need to get out of these clothes. Just go straight to the bathroom so you can take all that off,” he said.
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Dwayne said, already peeling off his wet shirt on the way. Once they were both there, they started stripping off the rest of their clothes.
“While you’re at it,” Frank added, “I think you should take a hot shower. You need to warm up so you don’t get sick.”
Dwayne’s eyebrows rose with interest. “Good idea. Care to join me?”
Frank chuckled dismissively, but Dwayne was not joking. “I’m serious. What are you going to do in the meantime? Wait here naked for your turn, get sick, and then use the shower once you’ve already gotten sick?”
“I’m just going to towel off and change,” Frank replied.
Dwayne frowned and rolled his eyes. “Bullshit you are. Let’s go.” He stripped down to nothing, threw his clothes into a pile on the floor and started to go for the shower.
“But… the clothes…I have to put them in the…” Frank complained, but then realized it was a waste of breath. Dwayne was already inside the shower-tub combo, turning on the water. Frank disrobed and also placed his clothes on the floor, but more neatly, of course.
When he stepped in, he gave an “Ah!” and quickly moved to turn down the temperature. “That’s too hot! Jesus, are you trying to scald us? How can you stand that?”
Dwayne scoffed and teased, “You big baby!”
Frank ignored him and adjusted the water to his liking. As soon as he turned around, Dwayne kissed him and wound his arms around the man’s neck. Frank reacted with surprise, but then returned it, savoring the wet, tender lips, bringing up a hand to cup his cheek and deepen the kiss.
“You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” Frank asked in one of the fleeting spaces when their lips were not connected.
“The whole way,” Dwayne replied with a smile.
The boy’s skin felt so good when Frank finally put his hands on him. It was warm and soft from the hot water and rising steam, and his fingertips glided as easily as the water over its slick surface. They followed the smooth lines of his frame, trailing down his back and taking the time to trace the jutting bones of his hips. Everything Frank had glimpsed in the alley was intensified. He could see tiny droplets suspended on the boy’s lashes as his eyes fluttered open and closed. His cheeks were beautifully flushed. Strands of his sopping-wet hair framed his face like they had before, and Frank brushed them away and kissed his forehead.
The water quickly warmed them, thawing the stiffness from the cold rain, and reawakening their senses as it poured on them. Their heated bodies melted together beneath the stream and they continued kissing and caressing each other, their growing arousals touching at times.
Dwayne was elated that he had again convinced Frank into doing something, though Frank was now a much more willing participant. When he closed his eyes, there was little difference between the hot flow of water over him and the smooth movement of Frank’s hands and lips on his skin and the warmth of Frank’s arms around him. He thought Frank didn’t look too bad, either, all wet. All the things he had wanted back in that alley were fulfilled, and now without any rush or restriction.
Then Frank unexpectedly let go of him. Dwayne looked in alarm, but then saw Frank reaching for body wash and a poof sponge.
“Seriously?” Dwayne asked with a surprised laugh. “You want to do this now?”
“Why not?” Frank poured the body wash onto the sponge, then put the sponge under the shower stream, rubbing it between his hands to get it lathery.
Dwayne shrugged, deciding to let Frank do what he wanted. Things usually turned out well for both of them when he did.
“Okay, you. I’ll be quick,” Frank said and started scrubbing Dwayne, beginning with his chest and shoulders.
“I hope not…”
Frank smiled and then lifted Dwayne’s arms one by one, scrubbing under them, then his elbows.
“Turn around,” he instructed next.
Dwayne obeyed and Frank washed his back. He then had Dwayne turn again and lift his feet so he could bend down and wash the soles. Dwayne squealed and nearly lost his balance because it tickled.
“Ooh, sorry, sorry,” Frank said. He went so far as to wash between the boy’s toes. “Bet you don’t even remember the last time you washed your feet.”
“Eh, the soap goes down to the floor and I stand in it. That’s good enough.”
Frank shook his head disapprovingly, then stood upright. “So, shall I take care of the rest, or…?”
Dwayne grinned. “Go ahead.”
Frank put the sponge back on the caddy, then took the body wash again and poured some into his hand. He reached down and continued washing him. Dwayne closed his eyes and let his head droop a little to the side. He’d already started to get aroused when they were kissing, but when Frank touched him, fingers gliding smoothly with soap and water, he grew hard in no time flat. Frank then reached between Dwayne’s legs and made circles around his opening with a soap-slick finger. Dwayne’s mouth fell open slightly and gave a low moan, though the sound was lost in the rush of water.
Frank stopped and ended Dwayne’s state of bliss, saying, “Okay, you’re good.” Dwayne whimpered sadly, but was quickly appeased when Frank put his arms around him and resumed kissing him like before.
“Hey, what about you?” Dwayne asked.
“Me? I already showered this morning before you woke up.”
Dwayne made a face, but then saw it didn’t really matter if this was what they were doing now. Frank cupped the side of Dwayne’s cheek and kissed him tenderly, then brushed they boy’s ear with his fingers and moved to kiss his a spot on his neck just under it. His fingers teased a nipple, while his mouth tasted the soft, wet skin and lapped at the moisture collected in the crevices and hollows of his neck and collar.
Frank’s hands slid down to Dwayne’s buttocks, squeezing and kneading the flesh, his restless fingers getting their fill at last. He pushed on them so their groins came closer and their erections pressed together. They both began rocking their hips to rub against each other. Dwayne made little moaning noises near Frank’s ear, letting his head fall forward onto Frank’s shoulder. It drove Frank absolutely, blissfully mad to hear Dwayne’s vocal responses, whether they were loud wails or faint whimpers. They were so obscene, yet so beautiful, and so unabashedly raw because he was always too euphoric to conceal his ecstasy.
Frank took hold of Dwayne’s wet cock and slid his thumb along the underside. Dwayne barely kept his knees from buckling while Frank teased the swollen tip. He leaned into the tile wall for more support. It was cold and sent a chill through him upon contact, but it wasn’t close to the sensations Frank sparked in him. He groaned audibly whenever Frank’s thumb passed over the spot right under the base of his cock-head, and Frank could feel his entire, slender body quake each time. He then took his own cock together with Dwayne’s in his grip, bringing their erections together. Dwayne gasped and faltered for a second, but quickly recovered and then slowly started thrusting his hips into Frank’s moving hand. He held Frank tightly around the shoulders, fingers digging deeper into the man’s flesh as his pleasure grew. Frank worked them faster and faster as Dwayne’s thrusting hips and the rate of his moans followed the pace. One by one, they came, Dwayne crying out first, his hips jerking frenziedly, both spurting over Frank’s hand and onto each other’s stomachs.
As the aftershocks left their bodies, Dwayne still hung on to Frank, though his frame gradually slackened. Frank gently opened his hand and released them both, but stood in place, letting Dwayne decide on his own when he wanted to detach himself from him. The boy raised his head and Frank kissed him, the two delicately pressing their lips together and touching noses until their post-orgasmic haze ebbed away. The shower still ran, rinsing them clean, and Dwayne could have fallen asleep standing up in the warm cocoon of steam and Frank’s embrace.
Dwayne unwound his arms from around Frank. It was clear in his movements that he didn’t want to. Frank also didn’t like removing his hands from Dwayne. He turned the water off, and they both stepped out and toweled themselves off.
Frank took a smaller towel and used it to dry Dwayne’s wet mess of hair, vigorously rubbing it into the boy’s head. When he stopped and uncovered his face, Dwayne smiled at him, eyes beaming bright and cheeks red as ever. There didn’t seem to be a time or situation when Dwayne didn’t seem like the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
The teen hung up his towel, and as he exited the bathroom, Frank came up behind him and delivered a playful smack to his ass. Dwayne yelped and turned shot a glare of pretend-outrage at Frank, who smirked devilishly back at him. It stung just enough and left a faint red imprint.
They changed into clean clothes in Dwayne’s room, and then Frank put their wet clothes in with the rest of the laundry for later. With five people in the house, it had to be done every few days, anyway, and it was only one of many chores he relieved Sheryl of in exchange for staying with them.
In the space of a few minutes, everything reverted to normalcy. Dry and dressed, Dwayne plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. Frank went to the kitchen and made tea. He sat down next to Dwayne, sipping his tea and watching TV with him, expecting Sheryl and Olive to pull into the driveway at any moment. In his head, he calculated when he should start preparing dinner, so that everyone could sit down to the meal, and occupied his mind with what exactly he would cook.
Meanwhile, Dwayne scooted closer to Frank and took advantage of what time they had left alone.
“You smell good,” he said, pressing his nose into Frank’s shoulder and sniffing his shirt.
“So do you,” Frank said, though he did little else, at first. Now that they were both clean and changed, some strange self-imposed rule told him he had been cleansed of the day’s misdeeds and he should not do anything else. But with Dwayne lightly pawing at him and affectionately rubbing his face into his shoulder, he could not resist, and kissed him, while his hand quickly found itself under Dwayne’s shirt.
“We need to do this more often,” Dwayne murmured.
“Which part?” Frank said with a laugh. “You say that about everything.”
“Exactly-all of it. Take your pick: going outside, making out in the rain, getting off in the shower…spanking me. That was a nice touch.”
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that, you little perv.”
“Seriously, you need to do that more. I’m going to be up all night imagining you smacking my ass until it’s bright red and raw and sore. Oh, and thanks, by the way. Now, every time I jerk off in the shower, I’ll have something that really happened to think about.”
Oh, my God. Frank couldn’t speak. His sister and seven-year-old niece could walk in any minute and Dwayne was making him fall apart and want to put his hands on Dwayne’s bare behind again.
“Maybe next time,” he whispered with his lips on Dwayne’s neck, giving the teenager goose bumps.
Barely five minutes passed when Sheryl and Olive finally arrived. Frank and Dwayne heard the lock to the front door open and vaulted themselves to opposite ends of the couch.
“We’re home!” Olive’s high voice announced from the door. She and Sheryl emerged from under a giant black umbrella Sheryl kept in her car and Sheryl shook off the excess water from it before going inside and then propped it up near the door to dry. They left their shoes near Frank and Dwayne’s. Olive happily greeted Frank and Dwayne and then dashed to her room for a nap. Rain made the usually spritely girl sleepy.
Sheryl came over next. “Hey, you two. What did you do today? I bet this was good day for staying inside, for once, huh?”
Frank started, “Actually, we, um…”
And Dwayne finished, “We went to the park and basically got soaked.”
“Oh, no! You got caught in the rain? Neither of you thought to bring an umbrella?”
Both males mumbled under their breaths, “No…”
Sheryl shook her head and tsk-tsked them. “You boys. Oh! Frank, are you taking care of dinner tonight?”
“Of course. Is six o’clock alright?”
“That’s fine. Richard should be home by then, so I guess we all get to eat together. Thanks, Frank. Gosh, I hope neither of you get sick.” She then left for the bedroom to change out of her work clothes, leaving the two alone again.
When she was out of the room, Dwayne mumbled to Frank, “Told you we should’ve just stayed home.”
“Shut the fuck up, Dwayne.”