Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2008 00:28:53 -0800 (PST) From: Draconis VonTrapp Subject: Birthday Cake Disclaimer: I do not own the game [Twister] mentioned in this fic. Birthday Cake By Draconis VonTrapp It was a birthday party. Dakota had just turned twelve, now in sixth grade, and he was enjoying his heavily-iced, sugary birthday cake while Jared watched from down the table, a piece of cake on his plate untouched, punch undrunk. Him and Dakota had always been best friends since kindergarten when Jared asked him if he'd like to be friends, to which Dakota agreed. The rest, as they say, is history. Finally getting into middle school was a big accomplishment. Jared's mother had always worried that he'd never graduate fifth grade because of his failing math grade. Luckily, after his teacher had mercifully fudged him two points into a 70, he barely passed and was now a freshman with his best friend. Jared had always been fascinated with Dakota. He had impossibly light blond hair and blue eyes that were almost gray. He had dimples, which for some reason unknown to him, Jared liked. Jared however, had brown hair and brown eyes. Nothing special here. He'd like to think he was a little taller than his friend, but if he was it was only about half an inch. They'd both just started puberty; acne, growing pains, you name it. They were still rather short, still only about as tall as a girl, but were catching up. You probably wouldn't be able to tell by their appearances that they had started puberty. They both still held their childlike faces and slim bodies. Dakota was a truly beautiful boy. He'd been mistaken for a girl more than once, but he was always good-natured about it. He'd always had lots of friends and went to lots of parties and such with them. Jared, however, was more of a loner and didn't like being around crowds. An emo kid in the making, if you will. He read for fun while other boys played soccer and football. Lord of the Rings and other exciting fantasy stories were his idea of a good time. But now he was surrounded by people who weren't his friends with cake he wouldn't eat and somewhere he didn't want to be. These were Dakota's friends, none of whom liked Jared much. He came to spend time with his twelve-year-old friend, not be shoved in a corner with everyone's moms. Jared always thought himself as weird. Such as, not knowing that most kids did this, too, he started touching himself when he was about seven. When he was nine he found out that if he touched himself enough, he grew. He didn't understand what was happening, only that it felt good somehow. Jared stood up and started towards the bathroom to relieve himself. The bathroom was at the end of a very long hall, he thought he might not make it in time. He couldn't hear the noise of the party inside the bathroom. He stepped into a stall, peed, and then came back out. After washing his hands, the door opened and Dakota stepped in. "Hey, Jerry. You weren't hanging out with anyone, come on!" he grabbed Jared's still-wet hand and tried to pull him out, but Jared resisted. "I think I'll just go home," he said lamely, blushing for a reason he didn't know. Dakota looked into his eyes, which made him blush more, so he looked away. "How come? The party's just started. We were gonna play Twister," he said in a pleading tone. Jared felt guilty. He didn't want to stay, but Dakota did. He'd feel guilty if he left, but he hated it here! He just... wow... Dakota had really pretty eyes... "Jerry?" he asked uncertainly. Jared shook his head slightly. "I'm just..." He sighed. "Alright, I'll stay." "Yay!" his friend exclaimed cutely. Dakota really was cute... "C'mon!" he pulled Jared out of the bathroom and into the hall. He could hear people laughing and talking loudly inside Dakota's house. He suddenly felt extreme anxiety and didn't want to go in. He stopped walking. "Jerry, are you okay?" Dakota asked. Jared shook his head slightly. "Can we stay here... for just a minute?" he asked quietly. Dakota nodded and leaned against the carpeted wall. Jared leaned next to him, able to feel his body heat... he felt himself growing... "Jared, how come you're always by yourself?" Dakota asked, genuinely wondering. Jared didn't expect him to understand what it was like to be unpopular and 'weird'. He sighed. "I like being by myself. When I'm by myself, no one can hurt me." And hurt him they did. It seemed like every time he tried to make a friend, they'd give him a 'you're a freak' look and shun him. He's had his feelings hurt enough to know not to make friends, because friends hurt you. The only one that's never hurt him was Dakota... dear, sweet Dakota... "But being by yourself isn't any fun at all," Dakota replied, wrinkling his nose, which Jared thought was adorable. "And I won't hurt you," he said softly looking into Jared's brown eyes. Dakota's lips were parted ever so slightly, and his head was tilted towards him, giving him an air of innocence. Jared felt himself growing more. Girls had crushes on boys, right? So why couldn't boys have crushes on boys? Wasn't it just as normal? Jared shuffled towards Dakota slightly so that they shared body heat. He smelled good... like icing from the cake. Jared's pants were constricting a bit too much. Dakota started blushing. The blond-haired boy turned so his shoulder was leaning against the wall, facing Jared, who was a hairsbreadth away from him. Their noses almost touched. Jared suddenly wanted to... He tentatively placed a hand on Dakota's chest, who let out a whimpering breath. He put his other hand on Dakota's shoulder and leaned in slightly so their lips barely brushed. Dakota let out another breathy noise and felt himself growing, too. "Jerry..." he whispered. Dakota put his hands hesitantly on Jared's hips and his eyes went to half-mast. He leaned in so their lips pressed together very softly, just the arc and the plump of their bottom lips touching. Jared didn't know why he was doing it, kissing his best friend. It just seemed like the right thing to do. He'd seen his sister do it with her boyfriend lots of times. He wracked his brain trying to remember exactly what she did... He slid his hand down Dakota's chest slowly, caressing his flat stomach. Dakota moaned softly and arched slightly into his touch. Getting bolder, Jared pressed their lips together fully. Dakota tasted of birthday cake and fruit punch. Without realizing it, Jared was now leaning between Dakota's legs, who's back was against the wall. Their crotches pressed together, and both preteens moaned. Dakota slid his arms around Jared's waist and held him firmly, not wanting to let go. Jared had his weight supported on the wall behind him. "Jerry... can I try something?" he asked breathlessly. Jared nodded. Without wasting time, Dakota thrust up a bit, creating more friction between them, and Jared moaned louder than he wanted to. He bit his lip. "What's happening?" "I don't know," Jared answered honestly. "Why'd you kiss me?" Dakota asked softly, looking as his shoes. "I don't know," he repeated, still honest. "I just wanted to." "But why? I mean... isn't it wrong?" he asked, sounding a bit ashamed. Jared shrugged. "I don't see how something that feels so good can be wrong," Jared figured. Dakota huffed a laugh and looked up shyly. "I don't, either." And he kissed Jared again. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" Jared nodded. Dakota closed his eyes and started moving his lips against Jared's. He softly stroked his back, and Jared felt bigger than he's ever felt before. He wondered what it looked like... "Can we go into the bathroom?" Jared asked. Dakota nodded, and they ran back into the boys' restroom and locked the door. Jared unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxers down slightly to reveal his first ever hard-on. He gasped. "It's never done that before," he said softly. He heard the faint sounds of Dakota undoing his pants and then heard him gasp. "Mine, either. Can I... I mean..." He gestured to Jared's cock. The dark-haired boy looked at him quizzically. Thinking that actions speak louder than words, Dakota walked towards him and touched the very tips of his fingers to the swollen head of Jared's cock. Jared moaned and his knees went wobbly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I won't-" "Do that again..." Jared said, panting. Dakota looked at him strangely before touching his dick again, and again he whimpered. "I need to sit, or I'll fall over," Jared rasped out. Dakota nodded, and they fell to their knees on the tile floor of the bathroom. The blond scooted over until they were knee-to-knee and replaced his hand on Jared's length. "Unnn..." He said weakly. Dakota, happy at this reaction, gripped his cock lightly and pulled upward. "Ahhh..!" "Is it really that good?" he asked. Jared nodded. "Here, see?" he reached over and grabbed Dakota's virgin cock and pumped it once, and Dakota keened over with a loud moan that was making very pleasant sensations ripple through Jared. And so, their mutual wanking began. For minutes the only sounds heard in the bathroom were their mutual labored breathing and soft moans. They sat up on their knees, still jerking each other off, and started kissing again. Jared started thrusting up into Dakota's hand, feeling his muscles seizing up. "What's... happening...?" he asked himself. He didn't know what was going on! Heat stirred in his belly, his toes curled, and his testicles tightened. He made a strange cough-moan noise and his cock erupted with thick streams of something white, and then the feeling was gone. Jared had had his first orgasm. "F-Faster, Jerry," Dakota panted, his hand colored with the white stuff. Jared pumped faster and faster, and soon enough, Dakota's eyes squinched shut and he yelled shortly, his cock too retching the white stuff. "W-What was that?" Jared asked. "I donno... it was wonderful, though," he said, still breathing hard. They cleaned off the white spunk in the sink with paper towels and tucked themselves back in. "We should get back to the party," Dakota said shyly. For some reason, Jared felt immensely better after his orgasm, and he agreed. They walked together from the bathroom back down to the party.