A Jewel in the Dirt - 22. ... and a Kiss for the Night

Even at dinner, Dante's pride had been stronger than his hunger, and in the meantime, he also hated Mistress Alice a little, because after their return, on the one hand, she had kept Henry, who had been waiting dutifully next to the door, busy with pointless tasks, and on the other hand, she had not taken off the leash. And so now, at bedtime, she led him across the corridor and knocked on Frank's door.

With a raised brow, he looked toward them.

"Bring him back to me in the morning, will you?"

"Do you still want me to walk him?" Frank's reluctance was clearly to hear.

"No, I think he can handle it on his own."

Dante stared at Frank's bare feet and didn't move when Mistress Alice finally undid the leash.

"You're hard on him."

"He deserves it."

"You think so?"

"Stay out of it, Frank." Her tone was sharp and Frank flinched. "No, Frank, I'm sorry," she said immediately dismayed. "I didn't mean to... Dante forgot his place and it's my duty to punish him."

"Should he be glad you're not sending him to sleep in the doghouse?"

"We don't have a- Great Mother, stop that!"

"No, you stop taking out your frustrations on others. Because then you're no better than Britney, and no one here wants that."

Dante struggled to keep his gaze fixed on the floor, but he didn't miss Frank's embrace of his sister after a moment of almost horrified silence.

From somewhere the bright voices of Jessy and Maisie sounded, wishing someone good night.

"I love you, Frank."

"I love you too, Alice."

Frank sighed as the door closed, and Dante raised his eyes. There was a strange expression on Frank's face that he couldn't interpret.

"You're mad, right?"

"Yeah, but that's referring to Alice. No one's ever used a leash around here, not even Britney. Well... my grandma might, but I really don't want to compare Alice to her at all." He sighed. "Was it bad?"

Dante shrugged, the day had left him strangely empty, drained of energy even though he'd done practically nothing. "My pride is bruised badly, but I deserved it."

"Don't say that," Frank objected, turning away, "She deserved a punch in the nose." To Dante's surprise and delight, Frank took a plate with a sandwich from his desk and handed it to him. "Here. Henry brought it upstairs earlier."

"Thanks!" Greedily- hunger had become painful- Dante reached over and bit into it. Salad cucumber cracked, mayonnaise dripped on his tongue, and tender cooked ham-

"I've got another surprise for you, but eat first." Frank's grin made Dante pause in his chewing, somehow he had a bad feeling. "Eat.", Frank repeated gently, kissing a blob of mayonnaise off the corner of his mouth.

Hesitantly, he resumed eating, rinsing the last of the sandwich down with water from the tap afterwards. When he had dried himself and looked up again, Frank was leaning in the doorway with a conspiratorial grin. "What are you up to?", Dante wanted to know, and in response Frank held out his hand, from which, as Dante held his own under it, a small key fell. "You... shit, Frank, you stole the key to my cage?" Horrified, he looked at him. If Mistress Alice was going to sniff this out, he was going to have a huge problem.

But Frank pouted, obviously offended cause Dante didn't appreciate his efforts. "Of course not. I took the spare key from Pa's office and had the Parkers make a copy. This one's our copy."

Dante first stumbled over the 'our' as he listened, but then frowned at something else. "And the Parkers didn't even ask what... of course not. Why would anyone question you carrying out your orders."

"Right." Frank's grin returned, but it didn't seem quite genuine.

Dante couldn't believe he'd actually done that, but a smile appeared on his face, a certain rebellious joy, and yet he shook his head weakly. "You're... naughty."

"I know. Now take that thing off and let's go take a shower."

The warm water, almost too hot for Dante's taste, ran over both their skins, while Frank wrapped his arms around him from behind and gently kissed his neck, nibbled on his ear. It was strange how safe Dante felt with him, how in need of protection, even though a strong protective instinct had filled him from the first moment in regard to Henry. But that was only one point of a sudden strange ambivalence in his life, another was definitely Frank, who was currently gently biting his shoulder while his dick pressed hard against Dante's backside. How was it possible that Frank was like this here, with him, while earlier at dinner he had asked such a sweet innocent question about Miss Sarah and the baby that probably everyone present had melted with emotion.

"You're so quiet..." Frank murmured, rubbing his nose in Dante's wet hair.

"I... was just thinking that Flynn will probably tease me as Little Jewel from now on." There was a good chance of that.

"So what? You have two very nice jewels down there." Frank's hand slid down, gently clasping Dante's testicles for a moment.

Dante sighed, half because that wasn't what he wanted to hear, half because the touch was nice.

"Now," Frank reached for Dante's wrists and placed his hands on the tiles in front of him, "just stop thinking for a minute, will you?"

"What are you going to do?", Dante wanted to know, unable to completely keep a worried undertone out of his voice.

"I won't hurt you, I promise." A kiss on the shoulder.

"That wasn't the question."

A sigh.

Hands sliding down his sides, stopping at his hips, then caressing either side of his ass cheeks. Frank had knelt down behind him, and guessing Frank wouldn't like that, he didn't turn his head, but stared stubbornly at the tiles. However, he winced when Frank kissed him just above the crack of his ass. "Don't..."

"Why not?"

"That's... you could get sick."

"Could... Dante, just turn your head off."

"But... okay..." Dante relented, trying to relax as Frank gently kneaded and kissed his butt, nibbling ever so gently, his tongue working its way further and further to that one spot, slowly spreading Dante's butt cheeks. But he didn't really succeed in relaxing, because his thoughts rested for a moment on the disinfectant that stood in the kitchen- could you use that on mucous membranes like your mouth?- the fact that he generally found that kind of... well gross, and the strange feeling it was. He never thought he'd be ticklish there, of all places.

Warm and soft and moist, Frank's tongue snaked around, pressing against his entrance again and again in an examining manner, and as one hand devoted itself to his balls, head and body went their separate ways. His body found it exciting, arousing, responding with an erection, but his head still found it rather disgusting. The total added up to a moan, half pleasurable half tormented, and Frank pulled back.

"How does it feel?" he wanted to know as he stood up and washed his mouth.

"I don't know. Weird." Dante hesitated, smiling weakly. "Good weird, I guess."

Frank smiled back sheepishly. "My turn..." There was the hint of a question in this, but Dante knew saying no wasn't an option. So he went down on his knees while Frank turned his back to him.

Actually, Dante had planned to satisfy Frank so thoroughly that he wouldn't have the energy to want real sex at all, but the implementation of that plan was already faltering here. He stroked Frank's butt, kissed along one buttock, gripped tighter to make room for himself, licked with the tip of his tongue, and shuddered. He didn't want to do this, not really. The warm water pattered down on him, splashing and spraying deflected off Frank's body, and he blinked against it before deciding it was better not to have to see.

Frantically, he tried not to think about how hairy the inner side of Frank's butt was, how strange the wrinkled skin of the anus felt against his tongue, how hard that little ring of muscle twitched and trembled under his attentions. Then, when Frank's whole body began to shiver, Dante thought it was enough. He pulled back and had to hold onto Frank's hips as he stood up, because dizziness seized him.

Frank wrapped an arm around him. "Wow... that's... weird. But damn good weird." He grinned and Dante forced a smile before holding his face in the water. "You don't like it.", Frank then stated, a tiny bit disappointed.

"To be honest... no." Dante rinsed his mouth and gave Frank an apologetic look. "I'd prefer the front." At least, if he had to choose with those two options. To his quiet surprise, Frank's face became expressionless, almost hard, for a tiny moment.

"No." But he turned away faster than Dante could really be sure, and turned off the water. "Ma will kill us if she sees the water bill."

"Yeah...", Dante slowly agreed with him.

They dried off and Dante couldn't help but notice that Frank's boner had very suddenly deflated a great deal. Had it really been because of the blowjob remark, or was Dante imagining it? But the thought seemed strange to him, so he pushed it aside and then dropped his towel as Frank grabbed him by the arm and spun him around to kiss him stormily.

"Woah, slow..." muttered Dante, but had to smile. He wrapped his arms around Frank and kissed back, even losing himself in it a tiny bit, and smiled again as Frank sighed comfortingly when Dante's fingernails gently scratched the back of his neck.

Frank's hands seemed to be everywhere, warm, softened by the water, applying gentle pressure, his mouth seeking a path down his neck to his collarbone and from there to his nipples. He licked and sucked and nibbled, and Dante felt like the nerve endings there were connected directly to his dick; he got all dizzy with pleasure when Frank then started stroking him ever so lightly. A moan escaped him and he bit his lip.

"Come..." Frank murmured, pulling him along.

Dante didn't want to stop kissing, didn't want to miss the feel of warm skin against his, and stumbled after him, his dick bouncing hard and expectantly between his legs.

But when Frank made himself comfortable on the bed, half sitting, half leaning against the headboard, Dante hesitated. Frank took his hand, pulled him closer, and finally onto his lap.

Dante swallowed and Frank looked up at him seriously.

"Did anyone ever hurt you?"

"No. No, it's just... it will hurt." His fingers brushed over Frank's chest and Frank took his hand to plant a kiss on the palm.

"Not today."

He nodded and let himself be pulled down for a kiss, bracing himself against Frank's strong shoulders. Frank seemed to hunger for his kisses, and wherever his hands were at the moment- Dante's thighs, his dick, back, ass- they squeezed harder each time Dante playfully withdrew from him. In return, his fingertips elicited a shudder or even a jerk of the hips from Dante every time they stroked the small dimple just above the crack of his butt. When Dante became fully aware of it, he lowered his forehead against Frank's.

"What is it?" he quietly wanted to know.

"I'm enjoying.", Dante gave back, looking into his eyes for a moment. It was strange, almost intoxicating, how good it felt to discover together what you liked and what the other liked.

"That's good..." Frank whispered, cupping his face and kissing him gently before turning away. From the drawer of his nightstand, he fished out a bottle of lube, but Dante also saw, in the light they hadn't turned off so far, the ever-familiar red and gold sparkle of the most popular brand of condoms.

"What else, besides my key, did you borrow?"

"It's from your nightstand, and I don't think Alice will miss the condoms." He hesitated, giving Dante a wry look. "Right?"

Somehow this question irritated Dante. "She's made it perfectly clear that she's not going to call me into her bed." Would Frank be jealous?

Frank squeezed a blob- a very large blob- of lube into his hand and put the bottle back.

Dante had a strange feeling in his stomach, but when Frank looked at him examining, he didn't protest. Even if he did protest- how long would Frank put up with it?

Frank spread the lube around in his hands, and Dante winced as the cool substance touched his dick.

"Irgh..." And then the sound turned into something pleasurable, as Frank's big hand pressed their dicks together and worked them simultaneously. Their mouths found each other anew, their tongues dancing, but Dante still tensed involuntarily at Frank's fingers, wet with lube, sliding between his buttocks.

"Relax..." Frank whispered, panting quietly. "Please... you know I don't want to hurt you."

That was easier said than done. The fingertip circled, pressed, then dug into him. He hissed quietly. And then he tried hard not to cry out as Frank, without much ado, pushed the finger in all the way. "Gnah! Frank!"

"Shh..."

Fuck you! - he hissed mentally, suppressing a low whimper as Frank moved his finger back and forth- it burned like hell. And it was nothing like the butt plug either, because that thing hadn't moved like an oversized worm. The mix of pain, pressure and who knows what moved up to his belly button, mixing with the pleasure of his dick, which Frank was still stroking with his other hand, to something almost perverse and he concentrated as best he could on kissing.

The pain had subsided, the pleasure had gained the upper hand and Dante was almost able to appreciate the strange feeling when Frank unexpectedly added a second finger.

Dante groaned in pain.

Too much.

Toomuchtoomuchtoomuchtoomuch!

His back arched, tried to get his butt out of reach, but rather caused him to practically impale himself on Frank's fingers.

Frank completely misinterpreted his rearing, straightened himself up and eagerly began kissing Dante's neck, while he actually wanted to ask him to stop, but no sound- other than a choppy groan- left his mouth.

Too much. It was too much.

Seeking support, he wrapped his arms around Frank's neck, trying again to move away from the intrusive fingers. His asshole was being torn apart, his dick twitching willingly under the quickening and hardening strokes, and he could feel his skin pulsing where Frank placed sucking kisses.

Stop, he wanted to shout, but his lips merely quivered uselessly.

Frank came with a guttural moan he muffled against Dante's shoulder, hot drops hit Dante's belly and the fingers in his ass shook and twitched like the rest of Frank's body- but in doing so they hit that one special spot. A warm wave surged through Dante's groin, washing over the burning pain for a moment, and he gasped for air. And then, without him really being aware of it, the orgasm crashed down on him and he threw his head back with a soundless cry.

"You know what's really creepy?", Frank wanted to know quietly.

"Hmm?" Dante's head rested on his chest. Their breathing had returned to normal, they were snuggled comfortably- if with sticky skin- to each other, and the strange throbbing in Dante's butt was slowly subsiding.

"You're so quiet."

"I'm tired."

"No, during it." Frank's fingers drew circles and swirls on Dante's hips.

"Even if I wanted to, we couldn't yell at the whole house," Dante muttered sleepily.

"Hmm... I'd like to hear you scream with pleasure sometime."

"Frank!"

"No, really..." His fingers settled against Dante's cheek, pushing him off a little so they could kiss. "Really, Dante... it feels good to feel you shaking like this because of me and-"

"Frank. Please."

"What, I'm just being honest."

Dante sighed and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "And people really think you're still a kid?"

"What can I say? Besides you, I've never met anyone I've wanted to kiss so badly and so thoroughly."

"Idiot..." But Dante chuckled and Frank's lips smiled as he kissed Dante. "Mmh... I like kissing you..." Dante admitted, thinking he'd better keep quiet about his opinion of the rest. Kissing on its own was really something great.

"Then why don't we do just that until we fall asleep?", Frank wanted to know. They should have washed and changed bedding, but- screw it.

"Sounds like a good plan..."