Frank & Menno

3.

“I never got the hang of this...” Frank balanced the frying pan in his hand, moving it as if he was going to flip the pancake. “Better step back, handsome...”



“It's all in the wrist. You flip it up, pull the pan away, and quickly put it back again. It's not exactly rocket science, you know!”



“Alright, alright, here I go... Ah shit! Fuck...”



“We can salvage this one,” laughed Menno, quickly grabbing the cooked batter to pull it back into the pan. “Oeh! Hothothot...!”



“I suck,” muttered Frank. “You show me how to do it. I'll watch.”



Sucking on his finger, Menno took the pan in his other hand, flipping the pancake without trouble. “That’s how you do it. You can use a spatula if you want… Got another frying pan? You can make the cheese pancakes. Simply grate some cheese on top and fold it.”



“Melted cheese… Yamyam.” Standing next to the other, Frank made the filled pancakes with the help of his spatula. “Do you often cook during the week?”



“I try to cook every day, yes… Sometimes it’s just soup and bread, if I’m too tired, but I force myself to eat well. Do you?”



“Mh… I try, but I don’t like to cook for myself alone. I’m not very good at it either, as you can see. How did you learn it? Your mum?”



“My granny. Mum worked, so my grandmother looked after my sisters and me. She taught us how to cook and clean from the beginning. I think it’s relaxing…” It showed. Menno looked more relaxed than Frank had seen so far, creating perfect pancakes with every scoop of batter.



“I wish someone had taught me,” murmured Frank. His filled pancakes smelled great, but they weren’t perfect. “But I only have a younger brother, and my father believes men don’t do housekeeping. He expects us to marry a woman, who will do it all for us.”



“Ew… How old-fashioned. So your mother didn’t work? My parents are divorced. Mum was too busy to marry again, and my father is dating younger women all the time.” Menno sounded slightly bitter. “They were both born here. Especially my mother always talks about the great memories she has from this place.”



“So you said... You wanted to know what the fuss was all about. Did you find out yet?”



“Not really, no. That's the problem with memories I guess... They're never precisely the truth. So... Last scoop of batter. How are you doing?”



“Doing fine,” smiled Frank. “How old are you, Menno?”



“Oh... I just turned twenty-three. You're older, right? I'm just a rookie...” Again that bitter tone of voice. “So tell me about your family?”



Frank finished his filled pancakes, and brought them to the table nearby. “Born and raised here, thirty years ago,” he said as he returned. “Never fitted in, but I learned to pretend. I didn't tell anyone I don't want to marry a woman. I know my dad has a gun, somewhere.”



“Frank!” Menno stared at him, almost missing his flip. “You don't really believe your father would kill you if you tell him you're gay, do you?”



“I'm pretty sure the thought will cross his mind,” sighed Frank. “It's true! He gives me a bloody hard time every time we see each other. I don't visit them often. I rather phone them, because I know my mother will answer the phone. Dad is always muttering in the background. Did you tell your parents?”



“Yes...” Menno brought the food to the table, and sat down. “I told them when I turned eighteen, and had left the house. They weren't exactly happy about it. My mother and granny even cried a little. Dad barely responded... I don't think he understands, but he didn't try to change my mind.”



“So you moved here, recently. What happened, at home?”



Menno took the bottle of syrup, and turned it upside down. “What makes you say something happened?” he asked.



“Hm... Tense tone, angry blush, narrowed eyes. And the fact your pancake is swimming in syrup, maybe?” Frank smiled when Menno quickly put down the bottle. “Come on, sweetie. You can be honest with me... I won't judge you, or tell you off. I'm in the same situation.”



“Well... I eh... I fell in love,” said Menno after a thoughtful moment. He scraped a bit of syrup on his plate, for the next pancake. “More than once, even.”



Frank didn't like to hear that. The sudden spark of jealousy startled him, and he quickly sipped his beer. “Love is good, right?” he tried to sound normal.



“It should be,” nodded Menno. “But apparently I fancy dominant, aggressive men. And I am... I am rather clingy. I learned that those men don't like clingy. They want sex, they want to own me, but they don't want to love.” He clenched his teeth together as he said it, and almost growled. “They don't want attachment. I don't know. I tried to understand, but it only broke my heart.”



“Oh… Yes. I think I know what you mean. It’s hard to find someone to spend the rest of your life with, right? As soon as you say something like that, they get scared.”



“And impotent. I swear; it’s like kicking them in the nuts.” They both laughed at that. Frank had a lively imagination. Menno chuckled a bit longer, and went serious again. “How about you?” he asked. “Do you get scared when someone tells you he loves you?”



Frank smiled faintly, thinking it over. “Menno,” he answered quietly, “I dream of the day.”



“Mh…” Leaning on his hand, Menno gave him a long look. “That’s good to know,” he decided. He continued eating, in silence.



Frank’s fork hovered above his plate. The piece of pancake had dropped off, but he didn’t notice. He looked at Menno, at the fine features, the sleek blond hair and full lips; the man who haunted his dreams for the past weeks. But in his dreams, he hadn’t been aggressive. “What kind of aggression did you mean?”



Menno blushed again. He didn’t look up, but obviously stifled a smile. “I shouldn’t just tell you, should I?” he mumbled. “You should figure that out yourself...”



“True…” Nodding, Frank finished his pancake, and took another one. “It’s just that I can’t imagine anything. I wouldn’t be able to hurt you.”



“You wouldn’t be able to spank me?” asked the blonde, glancing up with mischievously gleaming eyes. “Surely you would. Imagine me on your lap, naked … I’m sure you can picture yourself slapping my butt, especially when you know it will make me hard and willing for you. Just try it.”



“Gods, Menno…” Uncomfortably, Frank shifted a bit, trying to keep control over his imagination.



Menno smirked. “See? You can easily imagine it. Don’t worry, Frankie. By the time we’re ready to sleep together, you’ll be looking forward to give me a bit of pain for pleasure.”



“No wonder your heart gets broken,” muttered Frank, his face all red in turn. He couldn't get the image out of his head. “You’re bold and forward when you choose to be. And you appear so shy and insecure…”



“I am shy and insecure,” Menno replied with a pout. “I said ‘when we’re ready’, didn’t I? And you’re sexier and sweeter than my exes, so blame it on yourself. How are your pancakes?”



“They’re delicious.” Wanking twice didn’t help at all; Frank’s cock happily grew in his pants as he thought about fingering Menno deeply and thoroughly. He took a few deep breaths, and another pancake. After that one, he was full.

“Shall we put the dishes in the dishwasher, and have coffee on the couch?” he suggested.



Menno helped him clearing the table. He bent deeply down as he put the dirty dishes in the machine. Frank was sure he did it on purpose. “Do you have soda in your fridge? I've had enough beer...”



“Yeah, take a look. No coffee then?”



“Coffee would be great. Two cups and I'm done, though.” Menno chose a bottle of soda to take with him to the sofa, and opened cabinets in search for glasses. Leaving Frank in the kitchen, he went to put the DVD in the player.



Frank tried to act cool and collected, but it took some willpower. He could now easily imagine Menno naked, and he loved it. No matter how much he was looking forward to try new things with the blonde, he wanted to get to know him first. He didn't want to break the man's heart. Or his own, for that matter.

With the coffee, he joined him on the couch. Menno snuggled up close, smiling at him, and at that moment Frank knew he wanted to be his special friend forever.



Luckily, the movie distracted him. It was a funny one, and they laughed at the same moments. It was nice to be together with someone like that. During the next movie, a scary one, Menno curled up against him and he held him tight with his arms. It was a long movie. By the time it was done, Frank didn't want to let go, ever again.



“Well, I should go home, I guess...” Menno moved his head up, looking at Frank from close by, his arms still tightly around him.



“I guess you should, yes,” Frank agreed reluctantly. “Did you enjoy your evening?”



“I loved every moment, Frankie.” Instead of letting go, Menno shifted a little closer, pressing up against Frank as if his life depended on it. He still looked him in the eyes.



Frank tried to read him. He wasn't sure if he was correct, but it was worth a try, and he leaned down a bit to kiss him. But Menno's hand shot up, and he pressed a finger against his lips.



“A kiss will claim me, Frankie,” he warned with a soft tone of voice. “Please consider it first?”



“Consider if I want to claim you?” Frank blinked, but he didn't pull back. “I'm not claiming you,” he said softly. “You're no object I can own, Menno. You have the wrong idea about men.”



“Maybe... So what will a kiss mean, then?”



Smiling, Frank brushed his lips against Menno's. “That I want to do this again? Ask you your phone number, your email address, no matter if you live close by? You're not the only one who can get clingy, Menno.”



Answering the smile, Menno's large eyes softened. “Sounds good. Okay, you can kiss me.” He held his breath with a soft gasp as the lips conquered his, but quickly recovered, answering the kiss with almost desperate passion.



“Beautiful Menno,” murmured Frank. He moved his head to Menno's neck, kissing the side.



“Frank!”



Startled, Frank pulled back. Menno had tensed up as he touched his neck. “What's wrong?”



“Nothing!” Menno blushed deeply, breathing heavily. “That's... That's a very sensitive spot, I'm afraid. I'm a bit strange, you should know.”



“Strange, mh?” Chuckling softly, Frank leaned down again, pulling Menno up. He licked the side of his neck, and grazed the wet skin. Ignoring the feeble protests, he bit him, and kissed the bruise. The blonde trembled between his arms, obviously heating up. Frank simply couldn't resist to push it a bit further, and he smacked him on a butt cheek. Menno nearly cried.



“I should go home! Oh gods... Stop it, Frank...” Despite his words, Menno rubbed himself up against the other, his head tilted aside for better access. “I want this,” he added with a tremble in his voice.



“I know,” whispered Frank. “But do you want it now?”



“No! No...” Moaning desperately, fingers grasping Frank's shoulders, Menno tried to pull back without succeeding. “Shit, Frank, I wanted to have you the moment I saw you...”



“Same here,” laughed Frank. “We have two choices now, sexy.” He loosened his grip, allowing Menno to retract. “We can separate and think things over, or we can give in and go all the way. What will it be?”



“It's not fair to ask me, is it? Why should I make this decision?” Shifting away on the sofa, Menno pushed his cock in a better angle. He had an angry frown and a heated blush. “One evening and you already discovered two ways to turn me on,” he muttered.



“Do you have more?” Leaning back, Frank didn't try to hide his aroused state, looking at Menno with a pleased smile.



“Yes, I have more,” Menno snapped. “I'm sure you will find each and every one of them, and you'll drive me crazy, making me hot for you every evening until I'm completely addicted to you. And then you'll get bored and dump me.”



“Hm.” Frank smirked, no longer looking pleased. “That settles it, then. No sex tonight.” He stood up to put the DVD back in its case, and put them in the bag. “I'll let you out...”



Menno sat on the edge of the couch, head bent down. He looked miserable. “We can have sex if you want to,” he mumbled.



“What?” At first, Frank thought he heard it wrong. “Are you crazy?” he then asked, staring at his new friend. “Oh, Menno...” He kneeled down, and wrapped his arms around him. “Believe me, we'll have great sex together soon enough. It's inevitable, and you know it. Especially since I now have two ways to turn you on...” He bit the side of Menno's neck again, making him laugh. “But not tonight,” he continued seriously. “First, I want to prove you I don't want to own you, like your exes. Alright?”



“Alright.” Wrapping his arms around Frank in turn, Menno embraced him. “Let me out. I have to jerk off or my balls will kill me.”



“Rawr...” Before Frank walked to the door, he scrabbled his phone numbers and email address on a scrap of paper. “I have no objections to sexy photos,” he grinned as he handed it over. “Now move that delicious ass.” He smacked Menno's butt as he passed, and quickly closed the door behind him before they could change their mind.

With a deep sigh, he sank on the floor, his back against the door. Holy shit... Menno was absolutely delicious. He didn't try to make it to his bedroom, and pulled down his sweatpants. His fantasies about the naked blonde sprawled over his lap made him rock hard. Thinking about spanking the cheeks, pulling them apart, and lunging his fingers in the tight ass, he wanked until he came with a loud roar.