Chapter 4 - Those of you who have reviewed have been great!! Okay, my fav 'explicit' scene is in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!! Still contemplating adding a plot at some point.
It felt like the whole frigging town was crammed into Frankie's house. Dean couldn't breathe without bumping into someone. Girls he didn't know flirted with him, as well as a couple of guys. If someone started following him around the house, Dean made a point of finding Frankie and landing a kiss on the mouth or at least a highly suggestive ass-grab. The girl or guy always backed off afterwards, whether it was because Frankie was the host or just so damned popular Dean didn't know or care, as long as he was in the clear. He'd been serious about the sex-god thing. There was no way he was screwing up this visit, not with the kind of sex he was getting. Hell, if Frankie had demanded exclusive rights while they were on the couch earlier, Dean would have shouted 'hell yes' and meant it.
Now he scanned the crowd for Frankie. It had been about twenty minutes since he'd spotted Frankie and Dean was wondering just how long this party was going to last. He'd been planning on at least a little more sex before tomorrow. This was his sex vacation after all.
He felt warmth press against his side. Glancing down Dean saw a gorgeous girl, probably just turned twenty-one, looking up at him. Her mouth moved, but he couldn't make out what she said over the pounding music.
"What?" He leaned closer to hear her better.
"I said," she shouted into his ear as he felt a hand grope his ass, "want to get out of here?"
Dean shook his head, turning to talk directly into her ear. "Can't. I'm staying here."
"Friend of Steve's?" she asked.
Dean grinned as he shook his head again. "Frank," he shouted. "Know where he is?"
The hand on his ass dropped away. "You Dean?" she shouted. He nodded at her. She took a step back and looked him up and down until he felt like a side of beef. "Kitchen," she hollered, motioning with one hand.
Dean nodded his thanks before pressing through the crowd toward the kitchen. In the cramped room he found Frankie and about five people talking and laughing. Frankie's brilliant blue eyes locked with Dean's instantly, inviting him in. Dean leaned against the counter where he could watch Frankie, trying to stand out of the way of their conversation.
"I heard you just met him," a woman declared in a voice which betrayed the fact she had been drinking excessively. "Why would you throw a meet-him party if you just met?"
"Why not?" a man demanded. The guy was pretty average, with curly blond hair and murky-colored eyes. He gave Dean a broad grin before adding, "You don't meet somebody that gorgeous everyday. Hey, if you got it, flaunt it."
Frankie responded with a sharp elbow to the man's ribs. The guy chuckled as he gave Frankie a half-hearted slug to the shoulder.
"What's wrong with you two?" the drunk woman demanded.
"Jamie, I think it's time to go home," another man declared. "Let's go, honey."
"No, no, no," Jamie protested as the man guided her out. "I'm having fun, damn it! Why do you always want to leave when I'm having fun?" Her voice was drowned out by the louder party sounds in the main room as they left.
Frankie shook his head at the kitchen door. "Don't know how he puts up with her."
"Must be good in bed," Dean suggested with a wink.
"Speaking of," the man who called Dean gorgeous said, "I'm Ben. Nice to meet you." He held out a hand.
Dean chuckled as he shook it. "Nice segue," he said. "Dean. But I doubt you can top the sex god over there." He nodded towards Frankie whose face was already red. Frankie squeezed his eyes closed, whole body tense as if waiting for somebody to hit him.
"Really?" A woman who hadn't spoken since Dean came in asked. "Frank? But I thought Jake said..." her voice dropped off abruptly.
Dean split his attention between her and Frankie as Frankie's face deepened in hue, though Dean would swear it was more in anger than embarrassment now. "Then Jake's a moron," he stated flatly. "Say, would you folks mind if I had a couple of minutes to talk to Frankie?"
The woman's eyes widened and Ben's jaw dropped. "Did he say Frankie?" Ben demanded.
The woman grabbed Ben by the arm. "Come on, let's give them a little privacy."
Frankie stared daggers into the woman's back as she dragged Ben away. Dean sidled up close, relieved to be alone with Frankie even it would only be for a moment. He noticed Frankie was still glaring at the closed door. Dean ran the last minute of conversation over in his head.
"She's not supposed to be talking to the moron, huh?" he asked softly as he pressed his body lightly against Frankie's side.
Frankie shook his head but did not speak. Dean had seen this before in his dad and Sam, too angry to form words. However Frankie had not shoved him away, even as he pressed his body closer. He ran a hand up Frankie's back without a negative reaction. Okay, so it was no reaction, but that was better than anything negative. Dean trailed soft kisses up Frankie's neck to his jaw, then started back down. When he reached the collarbone, he pushed Frankie's shirt out of the way and sucked deep and hard. He felt the rigidness fall away slowly. Emboldened by his success, Dean worked his way back up the larger man's neck and this time suckled around his jaw until he was within reach of Frankie's mouth.
His intention had been to attack Frankie's mouth until the guy forgot all about the last jackass he dated, but Frankie beat him to it. Next thing Dean knew, the kitchen counter was biting into his lower back and he couldn't take a breath. He kissed back as savagely as Frankie kissed him, a fistful of hair in one hand while the other grasped Frankie by the ass. Breaking away to breathe, Dean leaned his head back far enough to look Frankie in the face. Those amazing eyes shone with lust and want.
"Here?" he gasped. "Now?"
Speaking shattered their illusion of being alone, the pounding music and blended voices from the rest of the house invaded their space.
"Better not," Frankie panted.
Dean gave him a wicked smile. "Bathroom or do you want to sneak out to that pond?"
Frankie's eyes lit up again. "Outside? For real?"
"If you think we can get out of here," Dean said as he lifted his hips, pressing his ready and waiting member against Frankie.
"Oh, hell, yeah," Frankie said, glancing at a door on the other side of the small breakfast area. Dean hadn't noticed it before, usually too distracted whenever Frankie was around. Taken by the hand, Dean allowed himself to be lead through the door into the backyard. A few people were out here, small orange glows from the ends of their cigarettes betraying their locations. Someone called out to Frankie, but they ignored it in their rush for the gate. Frankie pulled him through before pinning Dean against the wood fence for another kiss.
"You sure?" he asked in a voice heavy with promise.
Dean gave a short growl as he leaned into Frankie. "Here and now, if you want. I don't care who finds us."
Frankie laughed as he pulled Dean along by the hand again. "Oh no, not with my sister here."
"Are you sure she's still here?" Dean asked. His ears rang with the relative silence outside the house.
"Yeah, she's a party animal. Drops the kids with her in-laws when I have a party and usually sleeps over to help me clean up the next day." They were jogging towards the park now.
Dean kept up with the faster pace easily. "Nice," he said. "You must be a pretty good brother to her."
"I try." They broke into a run when the lake came into view. It was difficult to run and talk, so Dean just ran beside Frankie towards the lake, then around it to the far side. Frankie stopped, breathing a little heavy, squinting in the poor light. He walked around slowly with his arms out until he stumbled onto something.
"C'mere," he said. Dean obeyed, walking slowly over the unfamiliar terrain. Frankie had found a park bench. Dean joined him on it. They sat looking at the water for a minute. Dean considered asking if Frankie ever brought Jake here, but he thought better of it. If Frankie had come here with Jake, Dean was determined to make it a distant memory.
He slid closer to Frankie on the bench, until their thighs pressed together. In the wan light, Dean could just make out Frankie's profile as he stared blankly at the water. Dean pressed his lips against the side of Frankie's throat and felt the other man instantly relax. It looked like he was in the driver's seat this time. He opened his mouth, tasting his lover's skin. Working down, he left a wet trail using his tongue. Dean paused to suck at his collarbone on the other side while undoing his shirt buttons. Now Dean was free to suckle down Frankie's chest. When he glanced up, Frankie's eyes were closed and instead of catching his breath he was breathing harder.
As he ran the underside of his tongue straight down the center of Frankie's well defined chest, he ran his hands up and down those sculpted sides until Frankie shuddered. Dean paused at the pants. He popped the button open. Using his tongue as a distraction, Dean slipped it into Frankie's bellybutton and worked it around as his hand gently pulled down the zipper. Frankie's cock peeked out over the top of his briefs, the head practically strangled by elastic.
Dean shifted his mouth from the sensitive bellybutton to the more alluring sight below. He wrapped his lips around the crown, sucking gently to pull it free. Frankie groaned, one of those huge hands running up the back of his head to push gently downward. He used one hand to work the dick free as he took more and more of it into his mouth. Dean didn't have as much experience giving blowjobs as he did in receiving, but he was determined to make this man forget everyone and everything else in the whole damn world, for at least ten minutes.
Dean sucked hard as he bobbed slowly up and down Frankie's cock, allowing the hand on his head to set the pace. He was surprised when the hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him up. Dean leaned into the waiting kiss, finding Frankie once again devouring him inch by inch.
"Too many clothes," Frankie whispered into his ear. "Strip."
Dean chuckled lightly. "There's no music out here."
Frankie was breathing far harder than he had been on the run in. He shook his head. "I'll bet you're more beautiful in the moonlight. I want to see if I'm right."
Well, if that wasn't a real chick thing to say, but Dean pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the bench next to Frankie. He reached for his pants, but the big guy beat him to it. A grunt that sounded like "boots" came out and Dean kicked them off. Frankie had him butt naked and standing in a public park, next to a lake, in seconds. He started to move close again, but Frankie held up a hand. Dean again felt like a side of beef, but he didn't mind it so much coming from Frankie, a part of him convinced this was fine.
Frankie pulled off his shoes before standing. He shimmied out of his pants before joining Dean in the moonlight. One of those giant soft hands caressed his skin, starting with his face and running down to his hip.
"Damned beautiful," he said as his hand squeezed Dean's hip.
"Fucking beautiful?" Dean asked suggestively as he moved closer.
"Better believe it," Frankie growled. "Wish we had a wall."
Frankie wanted control. Well, after the few comments he'd made about the asshole, Dean wasn't surprised.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked with a grin. "Don't tell me you've never done it on the ground? Or in a pond?"
Frankie eyed the water skeptically. "In the pond? Things live in there, you know."
Dean walked into the cool water until it was partway up his calves. The bottom was not mucky as he expected, it was hard and gritty sand. Fucking perfect, excuse the pun. He sat in the water and spread his legs. His engorged cock protruded from the cool water, bobbing like a float toy.
"Better hurry before a fish beats you to it," he told Frankie, running his hand up and down his penis.
Frankie got the 'this is gonna be serious fun' look on his face as he waded out to Dean. Dean laid back on his elbows, offering himself up for whatever Frankie wanted now, giving complete control. Frankie knelt between his legs, eyes studying Dean intensely. Dean slid his hand back down his cock, but didn't bring it back up. Instead he dove under the water, into his own warmth below. He smiled as he fingered himself, making sure he was nice and wet, despite the water, for Frankie.
Frankie yanked Dean's hand up and out of the water. He put the fingers Dean had been using in his mouth and sucked, hard, as he positioned himself. Dean pulled his knees up, widening himself as much as possible as Frankie's body slapped the water. Weight descended on him and Dean felt Frankie's dick prod his opening. He grabbed Frankie's ass with one hand, trying to pull him in faster.
"Oh no," Frankie breathed in his face with the scent of nachos and beer, "not after the way you made me go slow." He chuckled in a way that sent shivers down Dean's spine. "My turn."
From the wonderful cool water came a delicious warmth that invaded Dean, pressing inside him slowly. He tried to wait patiently, but it felt like forever before Frankie was fully inside him. Then the big guy wouldn't move, just laid across Dean in the water, breathing heavily into his ear. Needing one arm to hold him up enough for his head to clear the water, Dean used his free hand to knead Frankie's ass.
"Better idea," Frankie finally said. Still deep inside Dean, he shifted to move both of them into shallower water. All the moving and shifting made him press deeper and Dean moaned with the sensation as he wrapped both legs around Frankie's back. One big hand grabbed Dean by the back of his head. "Relax," he ordered.
Dean released his other arm and closed his eyes, allowing Frankie to hold him up. He felt his head lowered to the water. The coolness drenched the back of his head, rising slowly up the sides until it tickled his ears, but then it stopped. He opened his eyes to Frankie's face hovering just above his.
"Fucking perfect," he breathed. "Pun intended." His voice sounded odd through the water, sightly muffled.
Confident he wouldn't drown, Dean squeezed his legs around Frankie and waited for the fun to begin. Frankie pumped in and out of him slowly and Dean imagined how the change in temperature would feel, between the cool water and his warmth. He'd done this with girls, every chance he'd had, because it was so god-damned erotic. He'd been willing to bet, being gay, Frankie'd never experienced it. Frankie slowed down and sped up, again and again.
"Good?" Dean asked as Frankie played with different speeds and tempos.
Frankie stopped, using his larger body to pin Dean in the water again. "Amazing," he said, running a hand along Dean's face. "But I guess you knew, huh?"
Dean nearly answered yes, he did, but then he thought better of it. "I guessed," he replied and was rewarded with a broad smile.
"Oh, baby," Frankie breathed as he started pumping again, "this is going to be just as good for you."
Part of Dean's brain railed against being called 'baby' while the rest of him told it to shut the fuck up, he was busy. Fucking. Really good fucking. Without warning, Frankie's hot hand wrapped around his penis and they rolled to the side. Dean had to keep his head turned to prevent sucking water into his nose or mouth, but it was worth it. Their heads might have been in only an inch or so of water, but the way Frankie had positioned them so their bodies were pointed into the lake and it dropped off pretty quick. Their waists were completely submerged. Now Dean also experienced the warm versus cool effect, which wasn't quite as good with a guy but he wasn't complaining.
Frankie's mouth crashed against his, water splashing into their faces. The tops of their chests pressed together and separated near their stomachs, making room for Dean's hand-job. They broke apart, breathing heavy. The sensations were overwhelming, a common problem for him when he was with Frankie. Dean tried to make Frankie thrust into him harder and faster, at the same time grabbing the hand on his cock and forcing Frankie to speed up the pace. Frankie rolled him onto his back again and with a snap of his hips, plunged deep inside of Dean. He gasped, fingertips digging into Frankie's hips. Frankie did it again, harder and faster each time until Dean felt Frankie grow unbelievably larger inside him. His fingers dug in, wanting Frankie deep, hard, now. The next thrust reached his special spot and Dean felt his insides throb with pleasure. He used his legs to hold the man inside him as he pulsed.
"Move," Frankie pleaded breathlessly. "I need to move."
Dean allowed his legs to loosen and Frankie thrust quick and hard three more times before Dean felt the internal explosion. He could feel Frankie's cock pulse with release as he orgasmed around it. Frankie leaned down with a searing kiss as they rocked gently, riding out their waves of pleasure together. When he was done, Frankie pulled out his spent member.
"Your turn," Frankie whispered. His body lifted and Dean felt the hand on his dick again. "Or can I suck you off?" he asked.
Sometimes Dean forgot Frankie was gay. "If you want," he gasped. "Whatever you want."
Frankie gave him another searing kiss. He motioned for Dean to sit up, in the shallower water. Dean did and the base of his dick was below the water while his achingly engorged cock bobbed half out of the water. "You're going to like this," Frankie promised as he lowered himself.
Dean watched, fascinated, as Frankie bobbed in and out of the water. Oh, god, it was good, maybe even better than being with a girl, though he wasn't going to admit that out loud. Sometimes Frankie paused at the crown, swirling his tongue around it, and sometimes his teeth dragged lightly against sensitive skin as he went up and down. Frankie wasn't in a hurry now, taking his time and seemed to be enjoying himself. Dean certainly was. Just when Dean thought he could stay like this forever, he was hit with a sense of urgency. He resisted grabbing Frankie's head, but couldn't stop his thrusts. Frankie rode them out, clearly being vastly more experienced at this than Dean. The sucking intensified and he bobbed faster. Dean thrust twice more before he came in Frankie's mouth. Frankie sucked him dry, an experience he had been learning to like.
"Holy crap," Dean breathed after Frankie let the limp dick drop from his mouth, "that was amazing."
Frankie crawled over him again, without the sense of urgency from earlier. "Better than some slutty girl?" he asked softly.
For an answer, Dean grabbed his head with one hand and laid one of those world-stopping kisses on him. He could taste the cum still in Frankie's mouth but it wasn't disgusting, it was actually kind of erotic. He felt a little life come back in his penis, but not enough to do anything. Dean pulled away and stared Frankie in the eye.
"Sex God," he stated. "You're not human."
Frankie laughed and it sounded so good to his ears. "God, you're such a nut." He glanced across the lake. They could hear strained sounds of music and voices from the party, floating to them on the gentle night air. "We should get back before they miss us."
Dean kissed him deeply again. "One hour," he said as he broke away. "After that, we're going to find a motel that'll have to kick us out in the morning."
Frankie started doing the amazing kissing, suckling thing on his neck. Dean knew whatever he asked for next the answer would be yes. "Two hours, babe?" he asked from the underside of Dean's jaw.
Dean rolled his eyes in the darkness. "Yes, dear," he rumbled in resignation.
Frankie's warm breath chuckled against his skin. He stood, his perfect body outlined by the dim park lighting as sparkling water dripped away, like a Greek water god. One hand pulled Dean to his feet.
"You sure you want to go back soaking wet?" he asked, still hoping for a way of avoiding the rest of the party.
Frankie gave him that glowing smile. "I'm hoping that bitch Serene asks how I got wet. Because I'm planning to tell her, in explicit detail." He rested hot hands on Dean's cooling skin. "Unless you don't want me to?"
Dean laughed. "Dude, it's the best reason you could give me for going back there."
Frankie smiled as he headed back for the park bench and their clothes. The denim jeans were damn near impossible to pull on his wet legs, but eventually Dean managed. Frankie had an easier time with his slacks, but they clung and showed large wet spots, which Frankie probably loved. When Dean finally had his jeans on and reached for his shirt, he caught Frankie staring.
"What?" he asked.
Frankie's bright smile was clear even in this light. "Nothing. I just like watching you."
Dean rolled his eyes as he pulled on his tight t-shirt, the one Frankie insisted he wear. It too dried his skin and produced large wet spots, which matched Frankie's shirt. They both pulled on their shoes before heading slowly back. Even with the promise of embarrassing the woman who annoyed Frankie, Dean didn't really want to go back. He didn't know any of those people and suspected most of them wanted to hang with Frankie just to be invited to these parties. The place reeked of hangers-on and high school style popularity crap. Frankie seemed oblivious to it all.
They slipped back into the house the way they left, through the kitchen door. There were a couple of people mixing drinks by the sink who greeted them warmly.
"Frank! I wondered what happened to you," a guy Dean had met earlier, Stan something, said. "Damn, is it raining out?" He peered through the window above the sink.
"Nope," Frankie said with a sly grin and a wink at Dean. His head nodded subtly at the door to the den. Dean took a deep breath, steeling himself for the raucous party awaiting them.
"Then how did you get so wet?" Stan demanded, following them back into the party. "Dean!" he shouted over the music. "Is that sand in your hair?"
Dean ran a hand over the back of his head, dislodging wet sand, and motioned to Frankie as he pressed between people in an attempt to follow through the party. Frankie found Serene near the front door talking to two other people. He stood with the group as Dean fought against the crowd to join him, with Stan still following in his wake. Dean arrived just in time to see Serene notice Frankie's wet shirt and slacks.
"Frank!" she shouted, reaching out to touch his wet shirt. Dean resisted the urge to slap her hand away, then wondered why the hell he had that urge in the first damn place. "What happened?"
She turned accusing eyes on Dean. He pinpointed the exact moment Serene realized he was wet too, when the accusation in her eyes shifted into surprise. She squinted at his hair and then at Frankie's. Serene pulled up on Frankie's arm to shout at his ear. "Why are you wet?"
Frankie gave Dean a sly smile before leaning down to talk directly into her ear. She started to pull away, but Frankie held her by both arms and kept talking. Her face flushed from pink to a rich hue of embarrassed red. Dean figured she had had enough and nudged Frankie. Before he made Frankie release her, he leaned down to say something himself.
"Sex god," he repeated. "I wasn't kidding."
Her eyes fluttered open in surprise. "Really?" she mouthed.
Dean grinned broadly as he grabbed Frankie by the front of his wet shirt. They demo-ed one of those world-stopping kisses for the whole damn party. When they broke apart, Dean noticed the music had stopped.
Glancing back, he saw Stan sporting a shocked look and Serene'e face was redder than Frankie's had been earlier. Frankie's bluer-than-they-have-a-right-to-be blue eyes shone as he smiled at Dean.
"Any more secrets you'd like to share, Babe?" Frankie asked, using the horrible pet name in frigging public. Ah, hell, it wasn't like there was anything he could do about it now.
"Plenty," Dean replied with a matching smile as he moved close enough touch to feel the heat radiating off Frankie's warm body. "Want a tour?" His eyes danced to the door, inviting Frankie to go out and play.
Frankie laughed at him. "Later. You dance?" Dean shrugged, hoping not to be put completely on display. Frankie spun around to face the room. "What the hell happened to the music? Somebody turn on the cassette player!"