FRANK DAMASCA
Banshee
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Post by FRANK DAMASCA on Mar 1, 2024 20:03:44 GMT
Wounds never healed in an instant. Sure, if you were a werewolf, or one of those other creatures with healing abilities the physical ones melted away pretty fast, but that did nothing about the mental side of things. It was a waiting game, like it had been for the damage that had been torn through his body. Stages of healing passing, sometimes frustratingly slowly.
Hemostasis – the body or mind trying to stabilise itself in the face of all that damage. The Inflammatory phase – the shield of a scab trying to cover all that damage, painful and fragile, torn flesh and thought processes struggling to hold themselves together. Torn away too soon, cracking open to start the process anew again. Proliferation – the healing starting, the edges of the damage filling in and the tissues knitting. Maturation - taking the longest as the scar tissue formed and eventually started to fade.
This was maturation. His scars, mental and physical fading, the new shape of things emerging and settling. Maybe some would return at times, like the scar on his left knee he’d gotten when he’d tried to skateboard down their porch stairs when he was seven that only reappeared when he tanned now, but for the most part it was settled. And yeah, he was definitely comfortable with it. With his life here, with revealing himself at the college that’d given him new purpose, with Dom.
Frank’s hand curled around the back of Dom’s neck as he licked lazily into Dom’s mouth. He could taste the beer that flowed like water at parties like this, the smokiness of the shots they’d been downing and the tang of salt and lime that had bookended each one. Scattered lamps spotlighted the rooms the party had spilled through, but it was one of the small pockets of shadows that he pressed Dom back into. Not trying to hide from the blurry gazes of the students that laughed and danced around them – after Roxxi had seen him with Katja on campus it had felt like it was time to drop the mask, Whitmore wasn’t about to kick him out for being gay – but just sinking into the haze of need where they’d been standing, regardless of how visible it was.
His hips rolled against Dom’s, chasing the friction and the need that had been bubbling since they’d arrived. Things with Dom had shifted after the first time they’d slept together. The long break between that night and when they’d seen each other again a wound they’d had to wait to heal. It wasn’t like Dom had just been scooting into the closet. Noah had been murdered and no matter how many years had passed that wound would still be there. He’d had to wait until it hit the right stage of healing and Dom had been walking back through his door with injuries he could actually help heal. Doctoring had become this, the friends with benefits situation that was more than he’d had in years. Whatever came of it, they’d handle, but for tonight it was that drift towards one another.
The kiss stretched out, his hand slipping down to Dom’s ass to draw him in harder before he was pulling back, lips damp, his grin a little sloppy at this point. Frank lifted the bottle that’d been dangling from his other hand and went to gulp what was left. Empty, forgotten about as they’d moved onto other things. ”I’ll grab some drinks,” he offered. One last kiss, his hand rising to grip Dom’s jaw for it before he was stepping back into the tide of the crowd.
Students were already stumbling around – for history majors heading for their last few months at Whitmore they were doing plenty of partying. The invite had been tossed out at the end of his morning class. He’d almost declined it at first since he’d had plans to hang out with Dom after work, but he’d messaged him instead, invited him along for free booze and … well.
Trailing his tongue over his lower lip, Frank made it to the makeshift bar that had been set up in one corner of the apartment, grabbing a couple of bottles of beer from the table rather than trying to wrestle his way to the keg that was surrounded by frat boys in one corner. He studied the half empty liquor bottles, reaching for one of them just as someone else did at the same time from the other side of the table. ”You go ahead…” Frank muttered as he glanced up and froze.
At Whitmore, away from her parents’ watchful gaze (although he’d asked Roxxi to keep an eye on her) Hazel had been bound to party. It was part of every kid’s college experience, including the drinking underage. He couldn’t say he’d been the same, but Theo had, no matter how much of a family man he was now. ”Maybe you shouldn’t,” he adjusted, after a second, reaching for the bottle. ”Your mom would kill both of us if I let you have that.” Or if she knew that he was here, drunk with a bunch of twenty year olds, making out in a corner like he was just as young and just as horny. Frank raised a hand knuckling at his mouth, as though the evidence of it was stained there like a ring of lip gloss (thank fuck that wasn’t as big a problem when it was a guy’s mouth you had locked against yours.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Mar 10, 2024 19:23:50 GMT
A campus party on a school night was the type of thing Hazel would have turned down, but it seemed everyone was going. Every person she spoke to was going to this fun alcohol fuelled party so Hazel felt like she had to go, otherwise she would die of FOMO. As soon as she arrived a red cup was thrusted into her hand as she was encouraged to dance and drink with everyone. She had messaged Lex about coming to the party, but he said he was busy with some computer stuff. Recently she felt like there had been some divide between the pair, especially since his roommate returned from the train station. Hazel tried her best to convince herself it was all inside her head. She was just being a jealous needy girlfriend, which wasn’t attractive. She tried to pretend that it was fine Lex was spending more time with Winter than her, but deep down it wasn’t fine. Hazel hated it which unfortunately spread out into her disliking Winter. It made her sad that Winter was so pretty, had an amazing figure and had gorgeous thick blonde hair. Next to her Hazel felt like a little kid. Each time the beer passed her lips Hazel had to focus on not throwing it back up. The taste was disgusting but the alcohol options were pretty limited. It was beer or water. But with each cup she threw back the easier it was to bypass the taste. But with each drink the more she thought about Lex. Was he with Winter tonight? She dragged her phone out of her pocket to find no text message from him. His stupid computer was clearly more important than their relationship. Maybe she should type that out to him in a message. No. It was a bad idea. She was feeling a slight buzz from the beer, but certainly wasn’t drunk enough to make stupid decisions that could potentially end her relationship. Hazel peered into her empty red cup, a hiccup rolling out of her as she did so. How many had she drunk? Four? Five? Damn she really needed to start upping her drinking game. She was still a lightweight compared to the rest of her friends. She glanced up from her cup, over towards the keg. The frat boys were all playing a drinking game and screaming obscenities at each other. She gave the keg a wide berth, heading over to the table with beer bottles. She went to grab one of the bottles when someone’s hand reached out and attempted to take the same bottle. Hazel’s eyes shot up at the person standing across from her. Oh gosh, she was in so much trouble. This would be the second time her dad would have caught her drunk. Wait, why was her dad at a college party? Then it clicked. In the darkness her Uncle Frank's face was just about illuminated by the lights dotted around the party, so naturally she thought it was her dad which caused her to go into a mini cardiac arrest. “But the keg is surrounded by idiot boys who refer to girls as chicks.” Nonetheless she dragged her hand away from the bottle, “Pleeeeeease don’t tell mom and dad I’m here. I’m only having a few drinks anyway. Like four or five drinks.” That was probably her limit anyway before she’d start vomiting everywhere. Then tomorrow morning she’d wake up in the same clothes as the night before and be filled with dread about what she’d done at the party. FRANK DAMASCA |
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FRANK DAMASCA
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Post by FRANK DAMASCA on Mar 20, 2024 20:03:03 GMT
Being the oldest student in his class by a good handful of years hadn’t been the only reason he hadn’t dived into the whole college experience at Whitmore, it had one of them though. Dorm room parties, crawling to class the morning after, still drunk enough that the world was fuzzy around the edges, sleeping your way through half your year. It wasn’t like he’d thought he was above it, but little of it had appealed when he was still swallowing Vicodin dry for breakfast. Theo had probably had a little taste of all of this at least, although Frank couldn’t imagine him here now. He might not’ve been able to hear for the first couple of years of his life, but Theo hadn’t ended up the late bloomer between the two of them.
Don’t ask, don’t tell didn’t count here. The administrators weren’t gonna kick a professor out for attending a student party, especially since it wasn’t happening on campus. Maybe if it’d been a student he’d been making out with they’d have had a reason for disciplinary action, but Dom wasn’t a part of all of this. For him, for both of them it’d been a chance to drink, to cut loose in a way they probably wouldn’t have done if it’d been the club they’d gone to, or even Campbell’s. Don’t ask, don’t tell wasn’t quite as invisible when it came to family.
Freyja was gonna kill him, whether he let Hazel have the bottle or not. Theo might’ve smirked over his part in it at least before the serious dad act slid back into place and he tried to talk Hazel into being responsible when it came to parties, but not Freyja. The cackle he’d imagined rolling out of her, and had recreated in his head, would’ve died at the sight of her daughter with a bottle of beer in hand. That bottle probably would’ve been aimed at his head, his responsibility as an uncle – one that meant you didn’t let your niece get tanked before she was old enough to buy that beer legally. God, it was the Halloween situation all over again, only this time it was probably gonna be the Buds that were to blame for Hazel hurling at 3am.
Frank raked his teeth over his lower lip as he took the bottle back from Hazel. He didn’t grab a second, just pressed that one against his hip. It wasn’t cold enough to do anything for him through the layers of cotton and denim, but it was a distraction. ”Kegs are always surrounded by idiot guys who haven’t learned how to talk to women yet,” he said, his voice touched by dry humour. ”Most of them grow up eventually, but by the time those ones do you’ll be thirty.” That was right about when Freyja might let Hazel out of the house again too. She’d accompany Hazel wherever she went until then, eyes narrowed, snapping at everybody who even thought about looking in Hazel’s direction.
”And let them know how I ended up seeing you here? Don’t worry Haze, I’m not gonna…” Maybe he should’ve started slowing down too, because his fuzzy mind stopped working entirely for a moment as Hazel told him how many of those beers she’d drunk. He’d have considered how many he and Dom had already downed, but that was a rabbit hole he was about to jump into. ”You’re not already drunk?” he asked, his eyes narrowing to study his niece. Frank glanced down at the table, picking out one of the bottles of water that were probably gonna be the only thing left by the end of the night. Hypocritically – he definitely wouldn’t have been downing any until he got home later and finally thought about sleep – he passed it to Hazel. ”I’m guessing your mom and dad think you’re slaving over your laptop at the library?” Theo probably thought he was grabbing a burger with Dom in town, the sort of thing guys did when they hung out. Perfectly innocent, like things always seemed to be during those Sunday dinners. If he was lucky, Hazel would be too buzzed to consider what he had been doing here to see her in the first place.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Mar 29, 2024 21:51:01 GMT
No one told her how hard it would be having a boyfriend who lived with another girl. Just them two sharing a room. Winter’s face was the last thing he saw before going to sleep and the first thing he saw when he woke up. It should have been Hazel’s face, at least that was Hazel’s opinion. He didn’t even sleep over at her dorm, he’d always insist on going back to his hotel room. Back to Winter. Gosh, she wished she could shake the images out of her head. She’d never been brave enough to ask Lex if anything had ever gone down between him and Winter. She was so scared he’d say yes. Hazel was trying her best to be all happy when she turned up at the party, pretending she wasn’t sulking about Lex. The beer gave her a sprinkle of happiness though. The more people she spoke to, the less she thought about her boyfriend. She just needed to distract herself with people and beer until the end of the night. Looking around at everyone though it seemed like the party wasn’t going to be winding down for a few hours. Didn’t these people have class tomorrow too? Wouldn’t the cops turn up at some point? She was aware of how boring she sounded thinking of all those questions. She kept those questions to herself as well. The boys standing over by the kegs probably thought they knew how to speak to girls. They would describe themselves as a ladies man, acting like they were sooooo cool. Hazel wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it though. She’d spoken to plenty of boys at high school like that. She laughed at her uncle's comment, nodding in agreement. “They’re all kinda gross.” She wasn’t just saying that because she had a boyfriend either. The boys by the keg were so loud and acting like drunken idiots. Guaranteed Hazel would be in more trouble than her uncle Frank if her parents found out where she was. He’d have a slap on the wrists, whereas Hazel would be locked inside the house until she was an adult. She appreciated that her parents were only concerned about her. They didn’t want their daughter getting into trouble or danger, but she needed to let her hair down every now and then. “Yay!” Their little secret. Hopefully one he would take to the grave. “Ummm.” The question had her really thinking about whether or not she was drunk, which was an indication she was. The fact she needed a second to get together an answer was enough, “I think so.” Another hiccup came from her mouth, but she was too slow to cover her mouth. She gave her uncle Frank a sheepish smile. “I told them I was chilling with Abi tonight at our dorm. Are you here with anyone?” Hopefully none of her professors were lurking at the party either. That would be next level cringe. FRANK DAMASCA |
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FRANK DAMASCA
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Post by FRANK DAMASCA on Apr 8, 2024 21:12:12 GMT
Frank would’ve told his niece that guys grew up one day, but there was no guarantee of that. Some people just slipped through life seemingly floating six feet above responsibility. It didn’t matter if they were eighteen or forty eight, guys who were stuck selling used cars or were halfway across the world in the middle of a war. Put a keg down in front of them and they’d go right back to the way they’d been in college. Maybe for a while him and Kit had clung to that a little too hard, but it hadn’t been because they were blind to the way the world really was. It was the absolute opposite. Alcohol and whatever else they managed to lay their hands on had been an escape from what was clinging to them like some claustrophobic, nightmarish spiderweb.
Hearing Hazel laugh over his observation had Frank grinning. He was glad Hazel hadn’t seen either one of them trying to dull that feeling, he was fucking ecstatic that she hadn’t seen just what war could do to you. The world could be a cruel place and he was sure her parents would try and shield her from that for as long as they possibly could. Hell, they’d probably ground her for life if she said anything about taking after her grandpa and enlisting. They wanted their daughter whole, not left permanently scarred and cynical.
”One day you’ll meet one who’s not,” Frank promised. ”When you’re older though. I’m pretty sure your mom’ll chase ‘em off with a shotgun for another couple of decades yet.” Too many of the boys on campus knew how big of a pushover Theo was, they wouldn’t be expecting the feisty blonde standing behind him. Freyja had grown up surrounded by brothers, she knew just how gross most guys were too and wouldn’t be afraid of taking apart any of the ones who happened to look at her daughter twice.
The same was gonna happen to him if Freyja found out he hadn’t marched Hazel straight out of here. Uncle Frank was supposed to be standing in for her parents while they weren’t there. Hey, he was being responsible, he hadn’t given Hazel the beer she had been reaching for. ”You better not either though,”” Frank warned, holding up a warning finger in her direction. ”This is our little secret.” If they both kept it, especially under Freyja’s scalding glare, maybe they both had a chance of surviving until the end of the school year.
As Hazel hiccuped, Frank snorted. He’d definitely done the right thing by offering up the bottle of water to her. A few more beers and he might’ve found her clinging to the toilet instead. Getting her back to her dorm in that state would’ve probably blown the lid off of their secret, especially since he’d have to involve Dom in the rescue attempt. ”How ‘bout you cool it on the beers for now then, huh? Have the water, see how you’re feeling after.” Hopefully Hazel would be wise enough not to go back to drinking. If he’d put enough of a damper on her night she might head right back to her dorm, which meant he could slip out of here with Dom.
Frank – alright, he was a total hypocrite – knocked the cap off of a bottle of beer on the edge of the table and took a gulp. He almost choked on it as Hazel admitted she’d lied to her parents. They were both in way deeper here than he’d anticipated. ”And your mom believed you? You’re a better liar than I thought,” he told her with a snort. ”I guess it’s easier over the phone than it is with your mom giving you the stink eye in person.” Freyja would’ve made one hell of an interrogator. She could still probably make a second career of it considering how quickly their family was growing.
Fuck. He should’ve seen the question coming, but Hazel flipped it around on him before he’d considered how in the hell he was gonna answer it. Heat started to rise from under his collar, the opposite direction to the way it had been heading just ten minutes before. Thank fuck he’d found Hazel out here instead of her finding him out there, grinding on Uncle Dom. How long was he gonna wait before he came out here to see what the hold up was? Frank took a deep swallow of the beer, hoping it’d look like that was causing the blush. ”Just with some … uh … students from one of my classes. You gonna need a ride home later?” It wasn’t like he could dump Dom here to walk Hazel back to her dorm, but he didn’t want her wandering around Whitmore late at night, alone and too drunk to realise that she might be stumbling into danger.
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DOMINIC PHENDER
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Post by DOMINIC PHENDER on Apr 23, 2024 19:44:15 GMT
 ━ don't fucking tell me what's impossible ━
His hips pressed against Frank’s as they kissed━nah, as Frank stuck his tongue in Dominic’s mouth, and Dominic had his hands locked around Frank’s biceps, then one in his hair, pulling roughly. Not enough to separate them, but maybe enough to hurt. He didn’t wanna think about what they were doin’ with all this shit, ‘specially not when he was kinda off it. They’d had a lot of drinks and, yeah, maybe a little somethin’ else, too. Why the fuck not?
He chased Frank’s lips for a moment as he finally pulled away, teeth closing lazily, like he could snap them around Frank’s bottom lip instead of just the air between them. He smirked, eyes heavy lidded as his head thumped back into the wall Frank’d pushed him against, chuckling low in his throat as Frank grabbed his ass. A silent promise for later, he hoped━whenever they got away from all these damn kids.
“Aight,” He said lightly, and remained there for a little while, at least ’til some chick came up and asked him if he was Professor Damasca’s boyfriend. The title alone was enough to make him cringe, but the last word? Well, maybe it wasn’t as weird as he thought.
Some part of his mind still pushed against it, still remembered Noah and ached for what he’d lost, but the feeling wasn’t as violent as it used to be.
Dominic only grunted in response and shook his head, then wandered off in the direction Frank had disappeared.
He found him eventually, his broad, muscled back visible even beneath his shirt, standing a head taller than almost everyone here. He looked older, even from behind, and Dominic got another slimy feeling like they stuck out like sore thumbs. He couldn’t see who was in front of Frank━not by a long shot━’cause he was way too broad for that. It sent another spark through Dominic, and a smirk washed over his mouth again as he shifted against Frank’s back, reaching around with his “FUCK” hand to grip the top of his jeans, a thumb pressing into his waistband. Slowly, he slipped around Frank, dragging him down with another hand in his hair to nip at Frank’s jaw.
It was then that he realized he’d interrupted something━a conversation━and Dominic turned, his stomach dropping when he realized who it was with.
Hazel. Fuck.
She’d only ever known him as an extension of the family━of the friends Frank brought around━there for Sunday dinners and holidays. He’d had an extended break from them, obviously, but he was back now. He’d seen her last Sunday, for fuck’s sake.
He cringed, tugging his hands away from Frank quickly, and putting a step between them. He sobered up almost immediately, like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head.
“Uh, hey.” Dominic rubbed his upper lip awkwardly, blue eyes darting from Hazel, to the side, then back to her, like looking at Frank━her uncle Frank━would be another step too far. He fuckin’ knew they were too old for this shit. “Didn’t… think this was your kinda place.” As if they had more of a right to be there than she did.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on May 2, 2024 20:21:08 GMT
There was a twitch of a smile on Hazel's face at her uncle’s comment. Comments like that were the reason she hadn’t taken Lex home to meet her parents yet. One of them would chase him out the house, telling him he wasn’t good enough for their daughter. Another couple of decades according to Uncle Frank, like she wasn’t almost old enough to drink. One more year and she would no longer be considered a teenager. Yet everyone in the family viewed her like some baby, even though she was no longer the youngest. “I’ve got plenty of time.” It wasn’t like her and Lex were rushing their relationship either. They were taking things suuuper slow, in Hazel’s opinion. Uncle Kit and Uncle Frank had always been the cool uncles. Whenever she stayed over they let her watch movies until super late and eat a whole tub of ice cream, if she wanted. She broke into a bright wide grin before pretending to draw a zip closed along her lips. “I’ll take it to the grave.” Realistically her parents didn’t need to know what she was up to at college. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them and it wasn’t like she was getting trashed every single weekend. There would be a lot of lecturing if they knew she was drinking on a school night though. Uncle Frank would get told off too. Even though she wanted another drink she took the water, knowing it was the smart thing to do. She wasn’t like some of the other students who could hold their drink. She was a few drinks away from hurling, which would be super embarrassing. She’d be forever known as the girl who threw up at that one party. Could Winter drink more than her? Ugh, probably. She was probably better at everything. “Fineeee. But only because I have class tomorrow. I can’t be…” She trailed off for a moment, trying to catch her train of thought, “Hungover! I can’t be hungover.” So far she’d be lucky enough to swerve hangovers. She clumsily pulled the lid off the bottle and took a large sip. “Mmm. Waters good.” She muttered before taking another large sip. It was only a white lie. The moment she texted her parents she was with Abi, but nothing had been said since then. So, was it a lie? “I was chilling with Abi earlier… but now I'm here… I don’t need to give them hourly updates.” She would send them a message when she got home to say she was going to sleep. It could take her twenty minutes to actually draft the message. Things would have certainly been a lot different if her mom was quizzing her before leaving the house. It was impossible to lie to her face. Her brows knitted together briefly, “You’re here with students?” Was that allowed? Whatever. Who even care. “Nah, there’s a few of us here. We’ll…” Her voice trailed off as someone appeared behind her uncle, his hand curled around Uncle Frank. What? It was Dom. Why the heck was Dom nibbling at her Uncle Frank’s jaw. Her sober mind would have put two and two together rapidly, but her drunk mind was a few seconds behind reality. “Um… what’s going on here? Are you… are you two like together?” He’d be introduced to the family as her Uncle Frank’s friend. Something she’d never questioned, until now. FRANK DAMASCA - wraaaaaap with yours |
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FRANK DAMASCA
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Post by FRANK DAMASCA on May 15, 2024 21:23:25 GMT
Had his parents expected both of their sons to settle down and have families? There’d never been that nagging expectation, the ’when are we getting grandkids’ demand every time they’d spoken. It wasn’t like either of them had settled down young – unlike their parents. Theo hadn’t gotten serious with anybody until he’d met Freyja and, he was still miles away from that. The last thing he wanted to be was the creepy old dude, hanging around the fringes of frat parties, leering at people half his age. Standing face to face with his niece, Frank figured he’d already gotten too close to it tonight. It would’ve been easier on both of them if he’d turned down the invitation and was back home, dropping Dom’s clothes on his bedroom floor, instead of just feeling the echo of his touch on his skin slowly fading away.
Come Sunday he’d feel them again. His head bent over his plate, trying not to meet Hazel’s eye for too long in case Freyja sniffed out that something had changed. The woman was a bloodhound, her gaze snapping around, her eyes narrowing like she could peer right through his skull. Fuck. With the way things had shifted to something a lot friendlier between them, he didn’t want things to change, for her to think that he was somehow a bad influence on Hazel. Echoing her move, Frank made a zipping motion right back. Both of them would hold onto their secret and in a decade or so, they’d be far enough past it that it wouldn’t matter quite as much.
Responsible uncle that he was, he’d pushed the water on her. He didn’t want to be holding his niece’s hair back later as everything she’d downed tonight came rushing back up. ”Not if you don’t want it getting back to your dad,” Frank warned. The school was big enough that maybe it wouldn’t be a class with a professor who was friendly with Theo, but people talked and he imagined Hazel was already painfully aware enough of how close her dad was at Whitmore. Chuckling lightly, Frank wondered if he should have some of that good water. He wasn’t drunk, or at least he wasn’t after Hazel’s appearance had rapidly sobered him up.
As far as Theo and Freyja knew for now, their daughter was just hanging out with a friend and he was home, pulling the sad, single guy act with an evening in front of the TV, a couple of beers keeping him company. Freyja heard more than she used to about his life over their lunches, but there were certain details that had always been kept back, swaddled up in secrecy like that sorta thing always had been. ”You’d just be feeding the beast if you did,” Frank said lightly, wondering how long he could keep sleeping with Dom before someone noticed that minute shift between them. Not acknowledging it didn’t mean that it hadn’t started to change things. Hell, he was already lying to his niece about it.
Frank’s fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle, his shoulders curling forward slightly, like he could block out the truth with them. ”I was invited by some students,” Frank clarified, not wanting to see the thought that her uncle was sleeping around with eighteen year olds hit Hazel with a case of the ick. A second later it was head to head on what struck him first. The breath he sucked in as the hand gripped the waistband of his jeans, pulling them tighter while his stomach pressed against the thumb that dipped into them. Sensation rippled through him, the tingle the touch brought on in his nerves dropping lower. Frank lifted a hand as Dom angled around him, his other hand back in his hair, dragging his head down to double down on getting them back to where they’d been before. His fingers curled around Dom’s wrist, squeezing like he could choke this off.
If he hadn’t left their spot to get a beer, Hazel wouldn’t have seen any of this. He’d have been pressing Dom’s hand right there, muttering promises about what he’d do to him the minute they were out of there in his ear. Heat washed up, not down as everything ground to a halt. Hazel’s voice broke off, Dom turned, stepping away like it wasn’t already too late. Frank gripped at the back of his neck, fingers digging deep like he could cut off all sensation below his neck, driving back the feeling like he’d somehow just corrupted his niece. ”I didn’t know Hazel was gonna be here,” he muttered hoarsely. ”Hazel …” Frank’s voice broke off. The string of fuckfuckfuckfuck doing nothing to hook a reasonable explanation out of his brain. ”We’re … we’re friends.” Who’d been sleeping together more and more often since Dom had turned back up at the door, bloody and bruised. He’d promised not to bring up their first time that day and now categorising what was going on as anything more than that felt like it would risk Dom bolting again.
”You remember our deal. Your mom hears nothing about this, OK? None of us were ever here, you weren’t drunk, I … we weren’t …” Halfway there at a dorm party. If Freyja got one sniff of this she’d be cackling for about five seconds before she blew up and maybe all three of them would end up withering under the heat of her temper. ”We don’t mention any of this ever again.” Eyes fixed on Hazel, Frank made the zipping motion again. The part of him that screamed about the sense in keeping his private life private considered giving Hazel another beer, but he wasn’t gonna get his niece hammered just to keep this under wraps. It was all out there now and he wasn’t about to take it back. Frank grabbed another beer off the table and held it out in Dom’s direction, finally glancing at him to offer up an apologetic smile. He didn’t know how this was gonna play out, or even what they really were to each other if you wanted to start labelling things, but he did know that if Dom tried to run this time, he wasn’t gonna get away. They’d come too far for that.
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