Chapter 2 – so does anybody like this so far?? Or should I give it up?
Dean woke with a heavy damn weight on his chest. He tried to move, but he was pinned. He opened his eyes, but that was a mistake. Light stabbed through his pupils, causing a massive headache. Oh, god, he drank way too much last night. Then he caught sight of why he was pinned. A head full of wild dark hair was in the exact center of his chest, two massive arms holding his down.
He cleared his throat. No reaction from the man currently holding him hostage. Dean tried shifting them. Nothing. He lifted one arm, figuring if he could find some leverage he could get out. The head lifted and deep, brilliant blue eyes looked at him.
"Frankie," he said softly as the name from last night popped into his head.
The dark haired head nodded. "Morning, Dean." Then a broad smile that looked familiar appeared. "Still good on that promise of morning sex?"
Dean ran his tongue over his teeth. His mouth tasted like old beer. "I'd better brush my teeth or something first."
Frankie crawled up him, effectively pinning his body. "Oh no, you might sneak off." The broad smile had a wicked look in daylight. "I was promised morning sex."
He felt one of those big hands gliding up his thigh, headed right for his groin. Dean tensed, unsure what was keeping this guy here. Novelty?
Frankie's hand stopped for a moment, hesitating close enough he could feel it brushing his pubic hair. Then it moved up to his hip. Frankie shifted further up.
"I can go slow," he murmured, leaning close to Dean's neck. Next he felt a warm mouth on his skin. Frankie kissed and suckled a tormenting slow pace down Dean's neck to his chest. He stopped at Dean's pecks.
"Are they sensitive? Like a woman? Or more decoration, like a guy?" he asked, fingering one nipple.
"Usually nothin...," Dean broke off and hissed through his teeth as his nipple hardened under the man's touch, a brand new sensation shooting through him. "What was that?"
Frankie smiled, lowering his head to pay some attention to that nipple, shooting sparks of pleasure. Then he moved to the other, murmuring "equal treatment." Frankie resumed his torturous pace down to Dean's stomach. Here he paused, running a hand over the muscles there. "How often do you work out?" he asked. "I can't get a six pack like that."
"Most days," Dean replied evasively.
Frankie whistled through his teeth, lowering his head again. The kissing and suckling didn't stop there, it went right to his penis, which just woke up and was telling Frankie good morning. The man who chose to stay last night, with Dean, ran his talented tongue down one side and back up the other. Dean moaned.
"Want me to do it again?" Frankie asked. "Like last night?" Fingertips stroked his female opening.
Dean shook his head, though he'd really like that. "You don't have to."
Frankie's face broadened into that grin again. "Hell, I know that. I'm offering." His head tilted to the side, his brow furrowed with thought. "You know, since I'm gay, I've never eaten out a woman." He gave Dean a questioning look.
"I've, uh, never had it done to me," Dean replied, feeling nervous all over again.
"But you've done it to women?" Frankie asked. The fingertips stroked his opening, massaging the sensitive skin. Dean nodded, swallowing convulsively. Frankie moved his legs so they were bent at the knees and spread as far apart as Dean could manage. Then Frankie did what Dean never thought anyone would ever do for him. Frankie went down on him, guy on girl style.
Girls really had it going on, Dean decided as that wet hot tongue plunged into him again and again. What he really wanted to do was sit on Frankie's face and really fuck that tongue, but Frankie probably wouldn't appreciate that. Instead he wound his legs around Frankie's neck, pulling him in closer. When his breathing hitched, Dean knew he was close. Then Frankie's head shot up. Before Dean could whine about the loss of contact, that amazing mouth was around his dick, bobbing hard and fast. He thrust instantly and Frankie moved with him. Oh, he was so damned close. Another moment of...the thickness of two or three fingers plunged inside of him and he could tell how wet he was from Frankie's ministrations.
Dean writhed all around, thrusting this way and that until he thought he would lose his mind. Finally Frankie swallowed around him, pulling the orgasm from his body. As he panted and those magic fingers continued in slow, soothing strokes, Frankie talked to him.
"Jesus, I never saw anything like you before," he said slowly. "Everything I do pleases you. It's amazing."
Dean hadn't regained the power of speech yet. Sure he just orgasmed, but those fingers were feeling really good again and he heard a whine come from deep in his throat.
"Hang on," Frankie said. He stood at the foot of the bed in his naked glory, reaching under, and pulled. Dean watched, not understanding. "Last night we woke people up," he explained, yanking on the bed again. It protested being moved from the wall. "I don't want to get thrown out before we're done."
Dean nodded. Words were too much effort. He motioned for Frankie to get the hell over here. Now. Frankie jumped onto the bed, the springs squeaking their protests. "Guess we can't help a little noise," he said, pressing his body against Dean. About damn time.
The fingers returned, but just for a few moments. Soon the head of Frankie's penis dipped inside. It swirled around, dipped a little further in before pulling out, swirling around just on the outside.
Dean glared. "Do that again and I'll kick your ass."
Frankie looked him dead in the eye. "This is why I like guys." He plunged deep inside, all the way.
"I keep threatening you and you do it right?" Dean asked, lifting his legs to wrap around Frankie's waist, driving the big man in deeper.
Frankie nodded, slow easy thrusts. "I don't remember everything you taught me last night." He moved Dean's hands to his hips. "Show me again."
Dean guided him through a few rolls and thrusts until Frankie seemed to get it and he could lay back and enjoy it. "You'll be able to go longer this morning, won't you?" Dean said, mainly just to say something.
Frankie nodded, concentrating on the rhythm Dean taught him. Dean lifted his hips on the thrusts, allowing Frankie to go deeper. On one thrust Frankie was so deep Dean could feel the other man's balls tickling his ass. He laughed at the sensation, pulling Frankie down for a kiss. They both had morning after breath and Frankie had been shamelessly eating Dean out earlier, but that man needed a kiss right then.
"What was that for?" Frankie asked, still leaning over into Dean's face.
"Your balls were on my ass," he said with a grin.
Frankie smiled back, then laid down completely on Dean. He just used his lower body to thrust slowly in and out while he suckled on Dean's earlobe and the skin just below his ear on his neck. So this was what lazy sex was about. Kind of nice. Dean ran his hands over the other man's back, unable to resist kneading his ass.
"Ready to get rough?" Frankie asked, his lips on Dean's ear.
Dean shook his head. "Nah. In a minute. Just enjoying myself."
Frankie returned to his earlier duties, making Dean's neck wet, while Dean ran his hands as far as he could reach over Frankie. Frankie's muscles rippled under his touch. They were still screwing, Frankie thrusting slowly into him, but now his mind was free to wander even while his body reveled in the feelings and sensations. He felt warm and wanted, and most of all, not like some hideous freak.
Frankie's thrusts picked up a little speed, but not much. Dean continued to run his hands over Frankie's body, admiring the muscle definition. Without realizing it, he was returning Frankie's thrusts. His hands rested on Frankie's lower back, every move of Frankie's causing those strong muscles to flex under his touch. Now that he noticed himself thrusting back, harder, some of the urgency from last night returned. He thrust even harder, wanting Frankie deeper.
"Time," Dean said softly, wondering if Frankie would notice.
Frankie lifted up then, a sparkle in those amazing eyes. "Let's see if we can wake the neighbors without using the wall."
Dean grinned. He liked a challenge.
Frankie started it, going harder and deeper on the thrusts. Soon he had Dean moaning like some porn star. Then Frankie had a hand around his penis, which was starting to feel a little lively again. Poor thing hadn't had a workout like this since the doublemint twins. Now when Frankie rolled his hips, he rolled against that sensitive skin and the lower part of his penis and damned if that wasn't adding extra horniness to the morning. Now Dean felt like humping like frenzied rabbits.
He grabbed Frankie by the arms, even though his dick was clutched almost painfully tight in one of those monster fists, and flipped them. Seriously, Frankie didn't know rough. Frankie's gorgeous blue eyes went wide, until Dean slammed down on him a few times. Both Frankie's hands held on to Dean's hips, helping him slam harder and harder, driving Frankie deeper and deeper.
The trick. There was a trick he needed last night. What was it?
As Dean desperately slammed down, harder and faster, unable to start his climax, his alcohol-addled brain desperately tried to remember. With inspiration, he reached under and lifted Frankie's ass with one hand. He paused, looking Frankie in the deep blue eyes, waiting for permission this time. One of Frankie's hands shifted around, grabbed Dean's dick which had been bobbing wildly between them. He thumbed the slit gently and Dean moaned. Frankie started a slow hand job.
Slow. Frankie wanted slow now.
Still in the new position, Dean lifted up and lowered himself slowly. Ah, yes. Much better. The next time was not faster, but he managed to go down further, burying as much of Frankie in him as he could, enjoying the pressure on the right spot deep inside. As the hand job on his penis quickened, so did Dean. This was not the wild frenzy of last night, though it could be. That had been fun. This was more. He kept up his pace, speeding up only at signals from Frankie. The slip slide of Frankie inside him grew easier as he grew wetter. The wetter he was the more desperately he wanted to impale himself on Frankie, to go wild.
"Hang on," Frankie whispered. "Just a little longer."
Dean was going to lose his fucking mind at this pace. A mass of sensations filled him, starting down deep and reaching up. Even his nipples, which before today he didn't think did a damn thing, tingled. A pressure from deep in his body, deep seated need, clawed its way up. Dean tried to keep his steady pace, to match the rhythm Frankie set, but it was increasingly difficult. It welled up, threatened to overcome him. He shut his eyes against it, but that made the sensations he felt all the more intense. He brought himself down on Frankie again, felt the hard shaft press against something inside that had him shuddering.
Frankie's hand pumped his dick, hard and fast. He could move! Dean slammed himself down and again in a frenzy, the shuddering taking control until he was nothing more than a spectator in his own body. A spectator really enjoying himself, granted, but still a spectator. He brought Frankie into him as waves of pleasure drowned out all thought, all feelings, leaving nothing but these physical sensations. Frankie rolled them over again. Dean wrapped his legs around Frankie as the larger man drove deep into him, causing him to moan at the overload of pleasure. Just when he thought he couldn't stand anymore, a second wave of sensations hit him. Now each plunge of Frankie into him caused him to scream. It was the only release available now, sound.
"Holy shit." The words were dull and distant, far away. Dean ignored them in favor of the sensations of the here and now. Another plunge and another scream. His fingertips dug deep, one hand on Frankie's shoulder and the other on his hip. Oh, god, was Frankie getting bigger? Frankie was laying on top of him now, thrusting desperately like he couldn't get off. Dean grabbed the hard ass, forcing Frankie to plunge faster and deeper. He dug his heels into the backs of Frankie's knees, yanked him inside again. That internal explosion happened again, the one Dean thought he'd dreamed. His vagina pulsed and his dick throbbed, trapped between him and Frankie. He couldn't move to take care of it because the pulsing was too intense. As it abated, Frankie pulled his limp dick out.
"Oh, shit, Dean. Sorry. I'll take care of that." Frankie panted out the words.
Dean didn't know what Frankie was sorry for or how he planned to take care of it. He thought he didn't care until a huge hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. It massaged, gently at first. Dean bucked some into the grip. The pace picked up and Dean couldn't help bucking again.
"Relax," the voice told him again. Dean forced himself to just lay back, allow all those sensations to have their way with him. Deep inside he still pulsed and he wondered if all women had orgasms like this, it seemed to just go on and on. The warm hand slickered his dick up with something, he didn't look to see. Then it was able to slip-slide easily. His breathing became short again. It was close, but he didn't think just a hand job would do it, he wanted to thrust. He tried doing it from his position on the bed, but it just got bigger and started to hurt.
"Been doing it with girls too much," Frankie said, pulling him to a stand. Frankie was still breathing hard as he asked, "Want my mouth or my hand?"
The hand was already there. Standing, Dean could thrust into it again and again. Now he was closer. Frankie captured him in a heady kiss, one that sent the world spinning and allowed him to ignore how either of them tasted. He held his lover's head with both hands to kiss, while thrusting into a hand nearly big enough to envelope him completely. When he came he didn't break the kiss. Dean deepened it, wanting to show Frankie how much he appreciated this, how much it meant to him.
When they broke apart, Frankie rested both hands on his shoulders. "I expect you to give me your number. Or I'll kick your ass."
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The fact he was kicked out of his motel room didn't come as a shock. It wasn't like it was the first time, though Frankie seemed entirely too pleased by it.
"Doesn't anything bother you?" Dean asked as he started up the Impala, finding this trait in Frankie a little annoying.
"Life's too short to sweat the small stuff," Frankie replied, sitting in the passenger seat. Sam's seat. The kid had been away at college for over four months, at some point Dean had to stop thinking of it as Sam's spot. "I learned that after the heart attack."
Dean put his foot on the brake. "What? Dude, you can't be any older than me."
Frankie grinned that broad, bright grin. "Twenty-five. I had it when I was twenty-two. Doctors said it was a combination of being overweight, eating all the wrong foods and stress. Plus, I have a family history."
"For heart attacks?" Dean asked, easing his car out of the parking space. "Well, there's worse family histories."
"You mean cancer? Yeah, I quit smoking too."
Dean cut his eyes to the side, but Frankie didn't look like he was joking. "So where am I going?"
Frankie directed him to a house in a low rent neighborhood, the only one where the front bushes were all alive. It wasn't a mansion, but it was more than Dean ever had.
"Nice. Yours?" he asked, peering through the windshield.
"Used to be my parents' rental property. After the heart attack, I decided to straighten out my life, you know?" Dean nodded, listening intently. "I changed everything, dropped out of school because it stressed me out too much, started working out, got a job. My parents were so happy that I wanted to live, they signed the house over to me. I have a couple of roommates, because I rent cheap."
"Roommates?" he asked, glancing over. "That could be a problem."
Frankie grinned. "They work. Steve's day off is Monday and Randy's is Wednesday. I took a few days off. We'll just have to restrict certain activities to the daytime."
Dean laughed, pulling out his keys. "That's a switch. Usually I'm trying to restrict certain activities to nights." He gave Frankie a grin of his own. "Sure you'll be able to keep your hands off me that long?"
Frankie shook his head as he opened the door. "No promises. Come on. After we get you settled, maybe I can show you some of the sights."
"Sights?" Dean stood up out of the car. He snagged his duffel from the backseat. "There are sights in this burg?"
Frankie chuckled as he threw open the front door. "Not exactly. But there are some decent places to eat and we have a great park with a duck pond."
Dean checked out the house as he followed Frankie through to the master bedroom. Nothing looked new, all used but comfortable. He tossed his bag in the corner of Frankie's room.
"You want to take me to a pond." Dean crooked an eyebrow at the big guy standing across from him.
"Not really." The big grin was back. "But we need to do something other than just sex. Don't we?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "You're planning on showing me off to your friends, aren't you? Not that I blame you," he said, spinning in place, "but I am leaving in a couple of days."
"Sure, for work." Frankie's startling blue eyes pierced through him. He held up a cell phone. "But I have your number, and it works. Any time you're in the state, I expect to know about it."
Dean chuckled. "That right? Think it's that easy?"
Frankie crowded him against the wall. "Better be."
Dean rolled his eyes, feeling the pressure of Frankie pinning him to the wall. "This is why I don't usually date guys."
Frankie had that mischievous smile again. "I don't mind being the only one."
"You mean the only guy?" Dean shrugged, noticing Frankie's shirt ride up with his movements. "I can almost promise you that."
"Almost?" There was a growl in his voice as he leaned in closer. "I'm going to get that promise before I let you leave."
"Let?" Dean's mind raced for a clean way of extricating himself from the wall without hurting Frankie. Much. Then warm breath tickled his cheek. He leaned into it, into the warm lips caressing his skin. Oh, he could really get used to this. "Yes, dear," he mumbled.
Frankie laughed, his voice gentle vibrations through the skin. "That's better," he said, returning to paying Dean some attention.
"You keep this up, nobody is going to see you until I leave town," Dean moaned.
"If you let me show you off," Frankie said, pulling back, "I'll do anything you want when we get back."
That sounded like an awfully good bargain. "What about your roommates?"
Frankie shrugged. "They sleep too much anyway."
Dean grinned. "Not many people will see us at this time of day."
"Sure they will," Frankie said, pulling him off the wall. "It's Saturday."