"Passing The Time", Frank/Dwayne, NC-17
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Title: Passing The Time
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest. Sexual activity in close proximity to other people.
Summary: Dwayne and Frank wait in the van as the rest of the family gets ready to go out. They manage to find a way to amuse themselves.
A/N: Thank you muchly to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
asaiyansmoothie for the prompt. :D
“I hope I’m not the only one who’s really quite worried about this,” says Frank, ever the pessimist, as he fiddles with his undone seatbelt. “I just keep having flashbacks to the beauty contest.”
“We’ve seen her routine, this time, Frank,” Dwayne reassures him. “And I didn’t notice a striptease in there at all.”
Frank laughs. “Why is everybody taking so long, anyway? I can’t imagine Olive’s teachers are going to be paying much attention to your mother’s earrings, if I’m perfectly honest,” he sighs. “And I’m sure Olive was ready just before we came out here.”
“She’s probably just perfecting her moves,” Dwayne grins.
Frank slides open the van’s door and shouts “SHERYL!” at the top of his voice. A few seconds pass and then Sheryl comes into view in the doorway of the house.
“See?” Frank whispers to Dwayne. “She’s putting on her earrings.”
“We’ll just be another few minutes!” Sheryl calls, and then disappears, swinging the door shut behind her.
“Oh, that sounds promising,” Frank groans. “God, it’s freezing in here. They could’ve at least left the heating on for us.”
Dwayne shuffles closer to him along the seat, and says, “I could warm you up,” biting his lip on the cliché.
Frank stares at him. “What? You don’t mean-”
Dwayne breaks into a grin which leads Frank to believe he’s joking, and he laughs, shaking his head. He turns back towards the house, gazing out of the window.
“I’d like to know why it’s taking Richard so long to get ready,” he goes on. “I suppose he’s helping Olive-”
He stops abruptly when he feels a gentle pressure at his crotch. Dwayne’s fingers are against his fly. He looks down at them uncertainly, and opens his mouth.
Dwayne pinches the zip before he has a chance to say anything, and he tugs it down, parting the little metal teeth one by one.
“Dwayne, you’re not serious,” Frank attempts, glancing nervously out of the window. The front door is ajar, and he spots somebody moving through the gap. “They could come out any second now.”
Dwayne just sort of smirks, and reaches into his pants, stroking him. Frank lifts his hand, half-planning on moving Dwayne’s hand away, but he can’t quite bring himself to do it. His hand hovers in the air above Dwayne’s, and his breathing quickens.
“Really, Dwayne, they’re just inside,” he says feebly, knowing it’s useless. It’s one thing to get off in Dwayne’s room when everybody’s sleeping, but it’s quite another to get off in the van in the driveway when the family are just about to come outside. But even so, Frank finds himself opening his legs a little further and laying his hand down by his side.
Dwayne is nearly sixteen, and Frank thinks he’s probably pretty different to most other boys his age, but it can’t be denied that he has one thing in common with them – he is constantly in the mood for sex. And for some reason, a reason he hasn’t quite worked out yet, Frank just can’t seem to resist Dwayne, no matter what the situation is. Frank can’t resist Dwayne when he’s crawling into his bed at eleven o’ clock at night, or when he’s asking him to jerk him off while they’re sitting in the living room, or, apparently, when he’s unzipping his pants in the van just before they’re all about to set off for Olive’s school’s talent show.
Frank sighs. Dwayne is still stroking him through the fabric of his boxers, and he can’t help it – he feels himself starting to get hard. He kids himself that he still has a chance to put a stop to it, and then Dwayne looks up at him, his eyes sparkling beneath his bangs, and says in a low, throaty voice,
“I want to suck it.”
And Frank gives in completely.
Dwayne pulls Frank’s cock through the hole in his boxers. He wraps his fingers around it, not even looking up at Frank as he does so, his eyes fixed between his uncle’s legs instead.
“Dwayne – you’ve never – are you – it’s–” Frank sputters, which is more-or-less the usual bout of incoherent half-questions that come out of his mouth before sexual acts with Dwayne.
Dwayne ignores him – which is the usual response – and with a last glance out of the van’s window towards the door to check for any activity, he ducks his head down and runs his tongue along the length of Frank’s cock.
Frank breathes in sharply, unevenly, staring out of the window anxiously, his heart rising into his throat. Dwayne slides the head of Frank’s cock into his mouth and the sudden wet heat and slick pressure of his tongue make Frank shudder and slam his head back against the seat.
“Oh God.”
Dwayne lets go, looking up and grinning. “Nope,” he says. “Only me.”
Frank forgets everything around them for a second, and grins. He ruffles his nephew’s hair and says, “Cheeky.”
Dwayne smirks at him and then says “Anyone near the door?”
Frank checks again and shakes his head, and Dwayne ducks back down with ease, sucking Frank’s cock back into his mouth again, gripping it firmly at the base. Frank grits his teeth, eyes still firmly fixed on the front door of the house, unable to calm his nerves. There’s something oddly exciting about it, though, he has to admit, and he wonders how it’s possible for him to be so aroused and so nervous at the same time.
Dwayne’s teeth scrape a little, and the way he’s sucking Frank’s cock is inexpert but extremely enthusiastic. Frank twists his fingers in his nephew’s hair, and Dwayne responds by moving his hand quickly up and down the part of Frank’s cock he can’t fit into his mouth. Frank splutters, caught off guard, and grapples at the seat in front of him, swearing under his breath.
He keeps an eye on the door, still, and his heart pounds when he sees figures moving past the gap again. He doesn’t know if they’re coming out or just walking past, and he wonders if he should stop Dwayne just in case. But then Dwayne’s tongue starts teasing the slit of his cock and he gasps, digging his fingernails into the fabric of the seat in front.
“Dw-” Frank chokes out helplessly. “Dway-”
He can almost feel Dwayne smiling around his cock but he thinks he’s probably imagining it, and he looks fretfully out of the window again, but nothing more has happened. Dwayne sucks a little harder, his head bobbing up and down, his hand moving just a little out from the rhythm of his mouth, and Frank feels his orgasm building.
“Dwayne,” he manages finally, breathlessly, and then he hears a sudden yell from the house that makes his head jerk up towards the window.
“We’re coming!” Richard calls, and Dwayne doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, just keeps going.
“So am I,” Frank hisses urgently, grabbing at Dwayne’s shoulder and wondering if there’s any Kleenex in the car, wondering why Dwayne isn’t moving. And then he realises that Dwayne’s staying there and his body jerks, and he arches his back, coming hard.
Dwayne just swallows and then carefully tucks Frank’s cock back into his boxers and zips his pants back up. He straightens up in his seat, wiping his mouth, and Frank, panting, turns to look at him.
His nephew looks back through a messy fall of black hair, his cheekbones stark slashes over flushed pink cheeks. His lips are still shiny and slightly swollen and Frank just stares. He gulps a few times and then manages to say, “They’re coming out, now. Did you hear Richard shout?”
“Oh, yeah,” Dwayne nods. Then he wrinkles his nose and looks down, indicating the bulge in his own pants. “Fuck,” he says dejectedly, grabbing Olive’s bag and placing it delicately over his lap.
Frank chuckles, shaking his head. “Dwayne,” he sighs. “You’re insatiable.”
They hear the crunch of gravel and both turn towards the window again to see Richard, Sheryl and Olive heading towards the van.
“Sorry, you two,” Sheryl says, pulling open the door. “Didn’t mean to make you wait, I hope you found some way to amuse yourselves!”
Frank turns a laugh into a cough and Dwayne gives him a sly sideways glance before saying, “Yeah. Yeah, Mom, we did.”
Title: Passing The Time
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Frank/Dwayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Uncle/nephew incest. Sexual activity in close proximity to other people.
Summary: Dwayne and Frank wait in the van as the rest of the family gets ready to go out. They manage to find a way to amuse themselves.
A/N: Thank you muchly to
asaiyansmoothie for the prompt. :D“I hope I’m not the only one who’s really quite worried about this,” says Frank, ever the pessimist, as he fiddles with his undone seatbelt. “I just keep having flashbacks to the beauty contest.”
“We’ve seen her routine, this time, Frank,” Dwayne reassures him. “And I didn’t notice a striptease in there at all.”
Frank laughs. “Why is everybody taking so long, anyway? I can’t imagine Olive’s teachers are going to be paying much attention to your mother’s earrings, if I’m perfectly honest,” he sighs. “And I’m sure Olive was ready just before we came out here.”
“She’s probably just perfecting her moves,” Dwayne grins.
Frank slides open the van’s door and shouts “SHERYL!” at the top of his voice. A few seconds pass and then Sheryl comes into view in the doorway of the house.
“See?” Frank whispers to Dwayne. “She’s putting on her earrings.”
“We’ll just be another few minutes!” Sheryl calls, and then disappears, swinging the door shut behind her.
“Oh, that sounds promising,” Frank groans. “God, it’s freezing in here. They could’ve at least left the heating on for us.”
Dwayne shuffles closer to him along the seat, and says, “I could warm you up,” biting his lip on the cliché.
Frank stares at him. “What? You don’t mean-”
Dwayne breaks into a grin which leads Frank to believe he’s joking, and he laughs, shaking his head. He turns back towards the house, gazing out of the window.
“I’d like to know why it’s taking Richard so long to get ready,” he goes on. “I suppose he’s helping Olive-”
He stops abruptly when he feels a gentle pressure at his crotch. Dwayne’s fingers are against his fly. He looks down at them uncertainly, and opens his mouth.
Dwayne pinches the zip before he has a chance to say anything, and he tugs it down, parting the little metal teeth one by one.
“Dwayne, you’re not serious,” Frank attempts, glancing nervously out of the window. The front door is ajar, and he spots somebody moving through the gap. “They could come out any second now.”
Dwayne just sort of smirks, and reaches into his pants, stroking him. Frank lifts his hand, half-planning on moving Dwayne’s hand away, but he can’t quite bring himself to do it. His hand hovers in the air above Dwayne’s, and his breathing quickens.
“Really, Dwayne, they’re just inside,” he says feebly, knowing it’s useless. It’s one thing to get off in Dwayne’s room when everybody’s sleeping, but it’s quite another to get off in the van in the driveway when the family are just about to come outside. But even so, Frank finds himself opening his legs a little further and laying his hand down by his side.
Dwayne is nearly sixteen, and Frank thinks he’s probably pretty different to most other boys his age, but it can’t be denied that he has one thing in common with them – he is constantly in the mood for sex. And for some reason, a reason he hasn’t quite worked out yet, Frank just can’t seem to resist Dwayne, no matter what the situation is. Frank can’t resist Dwayne when he’s crawling into his bed at eleven o’ clock at night, or when he’s asking him to jerk him off while they’re sitting in the living room, or, apparently, when he’s unzipping his pants in the van just before they’re all about to set off for Olive’s school’s talent show.
Frank sighs. Dwayne is still stroking him through the fabric of his boxers, and he can’t help it – he feels himself starting to get hard. He kids himself that he still has a chance to put a stop to it, and then Dwayne looks up at him, his eyes sparkling beneath his bangs, and says in a low, throaty voice,
“I want to suck it.”
And Frank gives in completely.
Dwayne pulls Frank’s cock through the hole in his boxers. He wraps his fingers around it, not even looking up at Frank as he does so, his eyes fixed between his uncle’s legs instead.
“Dwayne – you’ve never – are you – it’s–” Frank sputters, which is more-or-less the usual bout of incoherent half-questions that come out of his mouth before sexual acts with Dwayne.
Dwayne ignores him – which is the usual response – and with a last glance out of the van’s window towards the door to check for any activity, he ducks his head down and runs his tongue along the length of Frank’s cock.
Frank breathes in sharply, unevenly, staring out of the window anxiously, his heart rising into his throat. Dwayne slides the head of Frank’s cock into his mouth and the sudden wet heat and slick pressure of his tongue make Frank shudder and slam his head back against the seat.
“Oh God.”
Dwayne lets go, looking up and grinning. “Nope,” he says. “Only me.”
Frank forgets everything around them for a second, and grins. He ruffles his nephew’s hair and says, “Cheeky.”
Dwayne smirks at him and then says “Anyone near the door?”
Frank checks again and shakes his head, and Dwayne ducks back down with ease, sucking Frank’s cock back into his mouth again, gripping it firmly at the base. Frank grits his teeth, eyes still firmly fixed on the front door of the house, unable to calm his nerves. There’s something oddly exciting about it, though, he has to admit, and he wonders how it’s possible for him to be so aroused and so nervous at the same time.
Dwayne’s teeth scrape a little, and the way he’s sucking Frank’s cock is inexpert but extremely enthusiastic. Frank twists his fingers in his nephew’s hair, and Dwayne responds by moving his hand quickly up and down the part of Frank’s cock he can’t fit into his mouth. Frank splutters, caught off guard, and grapples at the seat in front of him, swearing under his breath.
He keeps an eye on the door, still, and his heart pounds when he sees figures moving past the gap again. He doesn’t know if they’re coming out or just walking past, and he wonders if he should stop Dwayne just in case. But then Dwayne’s tongue starts teasing the slit of his cock and he gasps, digging his fingernails into the fabric of the seat in front.
“Dw-” Frank chokes out helplessly. “Dway-”
He can almost feel Dwayne smiling around his cock but he thinks he’s probably imagining it, and he looks fretfully out of the window again, but nothing more has happened. Dwayne sucks a little harder, his head bobbing up and down, his hand moving just a little out from the rhythm of his mouth, and Frank feels his orgasm building.
“Dwayne,” he manages finally, breathlessly, and then he hears a sudden yell from the house that makes his head jerk up towards the window.
“We’re coming!” Richard calls, and Dwayne doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, just keeps going.
“So am I,” Frank hisses urgently, grabbing at Dwayne’s shoulder and wondering if there’s any Kleenex in the car, wondering why Dwayne isn’t moving. And then he realises that Dwayne’s staying there and his body jerks, and he arches his back, coming hard.
Dwayne just swallows and then carefully tucks Frank’s cock back into his boxers and zips his pants back up. He straightens up in his seat, wiping his mouth, and Frank, panting, turns to look at him.
His nephew looks back through a messy fall of black hair, his cheekbones stark slashes over flushed pink cheeks. His lips are still shiny and slightly swollen and Frank just stares. He gulps a few times and then manages to say, “They’re coming out, now. Did you hear Richard shout?”
“Oh, yeah,” Dwayne nods. Then he wrinkles his nose and looks down, indicating the bulge in his own pants. “Fuck,” he says dejectedly, grabbing Olive’s bag and placing it delicately over his lap.
Frank chuckles, shaking his head. “Dwayne,” he sighs. “You’re insatiable.”
They hear the crunch of gravel and both turn towards the window again to see Richard, Sheryl and Olive heading towards the van.
“Sorry, you two,” Sheryl says, pulling open the door. “Didn’t mean to make you wait, I hope you found some way to amuse yourselves!”
Frank turns a laugh into a cough and Dwayne gives him a sly sideways glance before saying, “Yeah. Yeah, Mom, we did.”
