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Frank felt bad. He felt so fucking bad. He had shot Peter in the back. Not metaphorically, he truly pulled his trigger and shot the kid right in the spine.
Frank remembers everything from that night. He remembers a voice in his head, the girl's voice, screaming for him to help her. He remembers driving so fast and running towards Peter. He remembers having Peter in his arms, then seeing him go behind the door of the hospital.
It was thanks to the girl, Jean, if Peter was still alive. Not thanks to Frank that's for sure. No matter how long he stayed in this fucking hospital room, it would never erased what he's done. He would never erase the pain that he caused to Peter.
That's why Frank was spending so much time by Peter's side. Cooking for him because his arms were numb from the anesthesia, helping him wash himself and dress himself. Patrolling in the street for him, helping people who needed assistance. Frank hated that, but he would do it everyday if that could bring some peace to the kid.
“Frank ?” Asked Peter one night, sitting on the couch next to the older men.
Frank turned his gaze away from the screen of the television.
“Yes ?” He asked, looking at the younger one.
Peter bites his lips, avoiding Frank's looking. The kid seemed nervous and Frank was starting to get worried.
“What is it kid ?” He asked again.
“Yesterday I tried to- god it's embarrassing -I tried to touch myself.” Peter explained.
Frank gave a confused look at the younger man. He didn't really expect that and didn't know where this conversation would go but the simple fact that Peter was willing to share this private information with him showed the trust the younger man still had for him. After everything Peter still trusted Frank.
“Ok…” Simply said Frank, not sure what else to answer.
“My hands are very painful right now, with all the meds I have I barely feel my muscles.” Continued the younger man.
There it was again. The vast feeling of guilt creeping inside Frank's chest. It was his fault if Peter was in pain, it was his fault if Peter wasn't able to live on his own anymore. Everything was because of him.
He needed to fix that.
Peter spoke again. “So I didn't really succeed… well you know… Finish.”
“You didn't cum ?” Clarify Frank.
“You have a certain way of speaking.” Snorted Peter. “But yes, I didn't manage to cum.”
“Ok.”
Frank didn't know why Peter was telling him that. Maybe he just needed to talk, getting all of that out of his system. It was probably hard for the young men to not be able to relieve himself.
“So, I was wondering.” Started Peter seeming anxious again. “couldyouhelpmejerkoff.”
Frank frowned. “What, I didn't understand.”
“I was asking if you could help me jerk off.” Finally admit Peter.
The younger man was looking right in Frank's eyes. His stare was humid, as if he was on the verge of crying. It probably had taken all Peter's courage to ask him such a thing.
But it was a really bad idea. They couldn't have this kind of relationship. They were already way closer that they should have been.
Frank sighs, he was going to refuse. He couldn't do that, it was almost like he was taking advantage of Peter, he was unable to please himself and Frank would use that to finally touch the younger one ? No, he couldn't do that.
“Listen Peter-” Started Frank, but he was quickly interrupted.
“I know what you're gonna say, it's not a good idea but I really need your help right now.” Then he tilted his head like a confused puppy and he started begging. “Please Frank, I need it so bad.”
Frank's breath was heavy. Fuck. How could he say no to those puppy eyes ? Peter was begging him for help and he was going to refuse ? Even though it was his fault if Peter couldn't jerk off on his own and make himself cum.
No. Absolutely no fucking way. Frank couldn't fix what he did but he could help Peter to feel a little bit better.
“Ok.” The older man finally accepted. “Comme here.” Frank tapped on his thighs.
Peter sat down on Frank's lap, his back pressed against the older one's chest. Peter let his head relax against Frank's shoulder and he put his arms on his side.
“If you want me to stop you tell me Peter.” Insisted Frank. “You can change your mind at any moment.”
“Yes, yes, now please touch me.” Asked Peter, grinding his ass against the older man's crotch.
So that's what Frank did, he unbuttoned Peter's jeans and didn't hesitate before pulling out Peter's cock.
Peter yelped with surprise, and it was the sweetest sound Frank had ever heard.
The older man started working on Peter's dick. Jerking him slowly in his hand. The younger one started moaning quietly, enjoying the slow pace of Frank's hand.
"Fa-faster please." Panted Peter, right into Frank's ear.
Fuck, that was hot. Peter's face was right next to his ear and he could hear every moan, every demand the kid had.
"You're sure kid ?"
"Yes, please, please Frank I need to cum."
So Frank did it, he went harder, his strong hand pulling hard on Peter's cock. Peter's moans were louder and louder and he begged for Frank not to stop.
Frank has to put his arm around Peter's waist, having to resist the urge of grinning his dick against Peter's ass. This was not about him, this was not for him. Peter needed help, he didn't need an old pervert to take advantage of him.
It didn't take long for Peter to cum on himself, leaking on his thighs, he made a real mess of himself. Frank waited for Peter to catch his breath before talking.
“You good ?” He asked.
“So good. Really really good.” Said Peter, still lost in bliss.
“We need to clean that mess.” Informed Frank, pointing at the younger one's thigh. “Can you stand up ?”
“Yes, yes let's go.”
Thankfully Peter didn't wait for standing up, going directly to the shower without waiting for the older man.
If he had stayed a little bit longer on his laps, he would have noticed how hard Frank was.
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It was not long after that night that Peter asked him something similar.
Frank was cooking for Peter and the younger one was comfortably sitting on the couch, waiting for the food to arrive.
They both ate while watching some dumb show on the television and when Peter put down his plate on the table then he turned around towards Frank.
But he didn't say anything. Staring at the older man in silence.
“What is it ?” Asked Frank.
"Could you…” Started Peter, but he shook his head. “Never mind."
Peter was about to ask him something, but he didn't ? No, he had to tell him. Peter could ask him anything.
"No, tell me Peter."
"It's asking too much, forget it."
"No, I'm sure it's fine. Please tell me what you need." Insisted the older one.
"Could you, maybe, if you're ok, hum... Finger me ?"
"You want me to... Finger you ?" Repeated Frank, confused.
"Yes. But I told you it's too much, and it's not like I couldn't do it myself. Well I can't right now but in a few weeks I will be able to do it again." Peter spoke fast, like he was embarrassed of himself.
Peter was stopping himself from doing things because of his injury. Because of Frank. If Frank didn't shoot at him, Peter would never have been constrained to ask Frank to finger him.
"I will do it." Quickly answered the older man before truly thinking about it.
So Peter took off his pants and once again, the older man tapped on his lap telling Peter to bend over. Frank put a pillow under the younger one's face so he could be more comfortable.
He put lube on his fingers, making them as wet as possible then pressed the tip of one of his fingers against Peter's hole. It didn't take time for Peter to have a reaction, squirming at the cold sensation of the lube against his skin.
"You're alright ?" Checked Frank.
"Yes, yes. Please put your finger inside."
Frank had thicker fingers than Peter. He was probably not used to that kind of intrusion inside him, Frank wanted to take his time, slowly circling around Peter's thigh hole. Peter tried to push his ass further against Frank's finger asking for more. What a needy young man.
“I will put one in now, ok ?” Informed Frank, checking if Peter was still ok with what they were doing.
“Yes please.” Whined Peter.
So that is what Frank did, pushing his finger deep inside Peter's ass, making the younger man squirm around him.
“Good ?” Asked Frank.
“Please, another one.” Begged Peter, tears in his eyes.
Frank couldn't say no to Peter, adding his middle finger inside the younger one. Peter moaned, asking Frank to start moving, and again, Frank did it.
Peter was starting to become a mess, his hard cock stuck between his stomach and Frank's knee, he was begging for more.
So the older man put a third finger in, going harder and faster making Peter moan and cry. Fuck that was hot. The mix of Peter noises and the feeling of the younger one's hard cock against his lap was driving him crazy.
“Frank !” Moaned Peter while cumming.
He didn't even touch his dick, Peter came with just three fingers in his ass as he moaned Frank's name. The older one tried to be normal about that, he also tried to ignore his own dick asking for relief.
“You're ok kid ?”
“Mmh.”
Peter was still lost in his pleasure, not paying attention to anything. Well it was good news, Peter wouldn't notice how hard Frank was under his sweatpants, to focus on his own pleasure.
“You gonna go in the shower ok ?” Frank told him.
“I'm sleepy.” Contested the younger man.
“You need to clean yourself.”
Peter groaned, but he still stood up from Frank's lap and went into the shower.
Frank looked at Peter naked ass giggling while he was walking towards the bathroom.
Fuck. Frank was Fuck. He needed to put an end to this, he was getting harder and harder every time Peter came to him for help. It was unfair for Peter, the poor guy didn't ask that, he just wanted to relieve himself, not for Frank to take advantage of him.
It had to stop. Now.
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It didn't stop.
Peter asked Frank to finger him again and Frank did it without hesitation. Frank was alternating between fingering Peter until he was a stupid mess and jerking him off until he came hard on himself.
Frank was trying very hard to hide his bulge every time but it was getting harder and harder, and tonight was not an exception.
Sitting on his laps, Peter was whimpering in Frank's ear, begging for more while the older man was stroking his cock. Frank was trying very hard not to grind against Peter's ass but the kid was hot, and it was hard to resist.
“Fuck me.” Moaned Peter.
And it shouldn't have disturbed Frank that much. It didn't mean anything, it was the same when Peter was moaning Frank's name, it was random words Peter was throwing because he was too much of a mess to realise what he was saying.
“Please fuck me Frank.” Begged Peter, grinding his ass against Frank's erection.
There is no way Peter didn't feel his hard dick against his ass.
“Peter-” Started Frank but the younger one interrupted him.
“Please Frank, I need you so bad.” Whined Peter.
And how could Frank say no to that ?
So he let go of Peter's dick, took off his pants and started working on Peter's ass, putting a finger after the other making the younger man moan, begging for more.
“I need your dick, please Frank.” Begged Peter.
How was this kid so good at begging ? Fuck. Frank couldn't hold back anymore, so he slid his dick against Peter's ass cheeks, groaning at the feelings against his skin.
“You feel so good.” Panted Frank, putting one of his hands against Peter's ass and the other one around his waist.
“Move, please, move.”
Frank obeyed, starting to rock his hips against Peter's ass, making the younger man moan louder and louder. Frank tried to focus on what he was doing, he had to make Peter cum, not himself. This was about Peter, not about him.
So when Frank went harder, jerking his hips again and again against Peter's body, the younger one didn't take long to cum, whining Frank's name.
Frank was still hard when he pulled his dick out of Peter. He would finish himself later.
“W-what ?” Squeaked Peter. “You didn't cum.”
“This is not about me kid, you came, that's what mattered.” Explained Frank.
“But-”
“Now go in the shower, I'll clean the mess on the couch.”
Peter didn't move for a while, staring at Frank.
“Go Peter.” Insisted the older one.
So Peter stood up, leaving Frank alone in the living room.
That was weird. It's almost like Peter did everything to get to this moment but he still wasn't happy with it.