Date: Tue, 4 May 2010 13:15:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nick's Dragons - 6

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Nick's Dragons - 6

Nick opened his eyes. He was on his stomach with Daniel's arm draped over
his back. He remembered that they had talked late into the night. Well,
morning actually, and somewhere along the line they must have fallen
asleep. By the way the sun was pouring in through the bedroom window it
looked close to noon.

Daniel was sleeping soundly. Nick wiggled out from under his arm and got
out of bed. He didn't bother to put on any clothes, preferring to walk
naked to the bathroom where he took a long pee. He flushed, stepped to the
sink, and splashed some water on his face. He picked up one of the towels
from the floor that was left over from their shower the night before and
dried himself.

When he returned to the bedroom, Nick paused in the doorway. Daniel was
still face down, bare ass up. He was snoring. Nick smiled as he looked him
over. Daniel's hair was mussed and flat on one side. His shoulders strong,
waist narrow, and his legs muscled. He chuckled when he spotted a wisp of
hair in his butt crack.

"Guys aren't nearly as sexy in the morning as they are at night," Nick
thought playfully, and then crawled back into bed. He gently ran a finger
up and down Daniel's arm as he lay snuggled close.

Nick was busy studying Daniel's eyebrows when Daniel finally opened his
eyes.

"Morning, sleepy head," Nick whispered with a smile.

Daniel smiled back, "Morning!"

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, it was great!" Daniel yawned, "And you?"

"Perfect," Nick whispered.

They stared at one another for awhile, lightly touching here and
there. Then Daniel got a mischievous look.

"What?" Nick giggled.

A second later, Daniel cut a very loud fart.

Nick's eyes went wide.

"I guess I should have warned you, I'm not very romantic in the morning."
Daniel grinned.

Nick tried to look stern faced, but broke out laughing.

* * * *

Nick poured cereal into two bowls, got the milk out from the fridge, and
then poured orange juice. Daniel was busy in the bathroom, "Probably taking
a dump!" he thought.

He looked at the table and decided everything was set. It didn't feel like
work getting things ready. In fact it felt kind of good. For a moment he
imagined what it might be like to be Daniel's brother.

Shrugging, he went to the bathroom door and called, "Breakfast is on the
table!"

"Okay, I'll be out in a couple of minutes."

Just as Nick was about to leave, he heard Daniel's phone chirp.

"Nick? Will you get that? The Registrar's office is supposed to call me
today about school."

"Okay."

Nick hurried to the end table by the couch and picked the cell phone
up. "Hello?"

"Daniel?"

"No, sorry, I'm Nick. Daniel's busy right now!" Nick grinned, looking over
his shoulder toward the bathroom door.

"Oh, uh, I'm Logan. Can you tell him it's me?"

"Yeah, but he still won't be able to come to the phone."

Logan laughed, "Let me guess, he's in the can?"

Nick giggled, "Yeah!"

"So, are you the guy that Daniel told me about? The one who likes dragons
and stuff?"

Nick smiled at the thought that Daniel had been talking about him. "That's
me," he said with a touch of embarrassment.

"Wow, you sound so young! How old are you anyway? Like, 18 or something?"

Nick closed his eyes, god, he hated when people asked him that. "Um, not
exactly, I'm fourteen."

There was a long silence on the other end.

"Hello? You still there?" Nick asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, I'm still here. Well, just have Daniel call me!"

"You're his ex, right? "

"Yeah, that's me."

"Okay, I'll tell him," Nick agreed, and hung up.

* * * *

Daniel sat down and reached for the milk. Nick poured some juice. He
listened as Nick told him about the call from Logan.

"You never told him my age," Nick said flatly, with curiosity in his eyes.

Daniel felt like he did when he was a kid and had just been caught in a
lie. "I didn't think he needed to know every last thing." He shrugged.

"Are you embarrassed about him knowing?"

"Maybe a little."

Nick's smile from earlier in the morning faded. "So, I embarrass you!"

"No, it's not that!"

"Yes it is! If you really cared about me it wouldn't matter how old I am!"

Daniel rolled his eyes, "Fuck, are we back to that again?"

Nick flashed Daniel an angry look, and then his lip trembled, and his eyes
grew wet.

"I didn't tell Logan because I knew what he'd say! He'd tell me to get the
fuck as far away from you as I could!" Daniel said with frustration.

Tears started to roll down Nick's cheeks.

"Damn it, Nick! Can't you understand what I'm risking?" Daniel pressed.

Nick sobbed softly, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Shit," Daniel whispered.

Nick looked at Daniel, helplessness and pleading in his eyes.

"Come here," Daniel said softly, and pushed his chair back.

Nick hurried around the table and into Daniel's arms. Daniel pulled him
onto his lap. Nick wrapped his arms around Daniel's neck and held on
tight. Daniel rubbed his back and tried to comfort him.

They held each other for several long minutes until Nick finally calmed
down.

"Let's get you home," Daniel sighed.

* * * *

Nick ran from the car when Daniel dropped him off. He still felt angry and
hurt. Though, he had to admit, he wasn't sure why.

Mrs. Hunter was on the sofa with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the
other.

Nick scowled.

"There's my baby," She said with a silly grin. It was clear the beer in her
hand wasn't the first.

"I'm not a baby!" Nick snapped. He was about to go to his room to change
clothes when he glanced at the kitchen. The table was strewn with empty
cans, several ash trays were full, and an empty vodka bottle hinted that
there had been a party. "What the fuck did you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I had this place all cleaned up, and now look at it!" Nick yelled.

Nick's mom stared at him and grew angry herself. "Don't you talk to me like
that you little shit! This is my house and I'll do what I damn well
please!"

Nick shook, he was so angry he didn't know what to say. "You're a drunk! Do
you know what happens to drunks? They end up in the gutter some place!"

Mrs. Hunter was livid, "I'm your mother! You damn well better give me the
respect I deserve!"

Nick couldn't believe his ears, "Respect? You want respect? Fuck you!"

Mrs. Hunter glared at him. "Well, if you don't like it around here, you can
get your ass out!"

Nick turned red in the face, shot his mom another angry look, and then
hurried to his room. He slammed the door, leaped onto his bed, and buried
his head in his arms. The tears wouldn't stop. His sobs shook his entire
body.

"I hate you! I hate you!" he said over and over again.

It was all becoming too much. He cried until he couldn't cry
anymore. Exhausted, he closed his eyes, wishing it would all end.

* * * *

Daniel pressed the speed dial and waited. "Logan?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Sup?"

"I should be the one asking you that. What's up with that kid?"

"Nick?"

"Yes, Nick! Jesus Christ, Daniel, you never told me he's only fourteen!"

"You don't know all the shit that he's going through. I'm just trying to
help him out," Daniel said softly.

"Dude, you can't help him if you're locked up. Shit, he's jail bait!"

"I know, I know. But, it's not like that."

Logan settled down a bit.

"He's really amazing."

"Amazing as in, `He's a fantastic fuck?' Or, amazing as in, `I could spend
my whole life with him?'"

Daniel didn't answer for a moment, "I never could lie to you."

"So?"

"He's bright, inquisitive, fun, and the toughest kid I've ever seen."

"Do you love him?" Logan whispered.

Tears came to Daniel's eyes. "I don't know, but I miss him when he's not
around, and when I come home the place seems empty unless he's here."

"You used to talk about me like that," Logan said with a little laugh,
"then we drifted apart."

"I'm sorry," Daniel whispered.

"Things happen."

"So, what should I do?"

"Be his friend, do what you can do to help him, and then just see where it
goes I guess."

Daniel whispered, "Okay."

"You never did say if he was cute!" Logan laughed softly.

Daniel chuckled. "I have to jack three times a day now!" he joked.

Logan laughed. He didn't speak for a moment. "I'd tell you to keep out of
his pants, but I know you won't listen. So, be careful, huh?" he said
gently.

"I will."

* * * *

It was late when Nick finally came out of his room. His mom was gone. He
heated a can of soup and sat quietly at the kitchen table after having
pushed the beer cans out of the way. When he finished, he washed his
dishes, cleared the mess off the table and cleaned the rest of the
house. He went into his room and found the knapsack that Daniel had given
him.

Opening the drawer of his dresser, he took out the few pairs of boxers,
socks, and odds and ends that he had, and stuffed them in the bag. He put
his extra pair of jeans and three shirts in there as well.

Nick walked into his mother's bedroom and went through everything, looking
for money. He found twenty bucks hidden under her panties and another ten
in a shoe. He looked for anything else that he thought might be useful, but
only found some cheap costume jewelry and an old watch.

Back in his own room, he looked around. He picked up the picture of him and
his brother. It had been taken when they were both much younger. "Come on,
Ronnie," he whispered, "Time to go!"

Nick filled a plastic water bottle and put it in the pack along with bread
and peanut butter. He threw in a bread knife as well.

He paused at the apartment door as he was leaving, took one last look, and
closed it softly.


* * * *

Nick went north, knowing that if he walked long enough, he'd eventually
make it to the interstate. After that, he figured he'd hitch a ride. He had
never seen the ocean, so California came to mind. It took three hours to
reach the access road just this side of the freeway. He had stopped several
times to rest. Once or twice he had seen a police car and he had hidden
behind a tree or in a shadow.

He would have made it to the highway if he hadn't been so lost in
thought. The single "whoop" of the police car siren and the bright search
light in his eyes came as a surprise. "Busted!" he thought sadly.

The officer took one look and basically had the whole story. "What's your
age, son?"

"Fourteen, Sir," Nick said, staring at the ground.

"Curfew violation!" the guy said firmly. "Why are you out so late?"

"I like walking," Nick lied.

The officer pointed to the knapsack, "You wouldn't be trying to run away,
would you?"

Nick didn't answer.

The officer spoke more firmly. "I asked you a question!"

Nick looked up, tears in his eyes. "Am I going to jail?"

The officer gave him a tiny smile. "Not tonight. Let's get you home."

* * * *

Daniel stirred when he heard noise in the house.

Nick's voice called out, "Daniel? I'm home!"

Daniel shook his head in confusion, pulled on his boxers and headed to the
door.

A police officer was standing with his hand on Nick's shoulder.

"Sorry, but Nick here was trying to run away," The officer said with a nod
toward Nick. "You know, as his brother, it's your responsibility under the
law to take care of him."

Daniel nodded, now more confused than ever.

"I told him I was mad at you because you made me do my chores," Nick said,
apparently hoping Daniel would catch on.

"Ah, yeah, he was kind of a pain all day today!" Daniel said to the
officer.

"Well, he's back home. I won't write this up. But, if I see that he's on
the street again, I'll have to get Social Services involved."

"Yes, Sir," Daniel said softly.

The officer, apparently satisfied, turned and closed the door behind him.

* * * *

Nick looked at Daniel and dropped his knapsack.

Daniel slowly walked to him and wrapped him in his arms.

"Want to tell me what this is all about?"

Nick didn't say anything.

"Let's try again," Daniel said a little more firmly. "What the fuck is
going on?"

Nick looked up. "I can't take it anymore. My mom's drunk all the time. I'd
be better off on my own."

"Well, that's a load of crap."

"What?"

"You wouldn't have any money. You wouldn't know where you were going. And
you'd be fresh meat for every weirdo within fifty miles."

Nick looked sad. "What do you care? You don't want me around either!"

Daniel shook his head and tenderly pulled Nick closer. They stood like that
for several long minutes.

"It's late," Daniel finally said with a sigh.

Nick looked up.

"You ready for bed?"

Nick gave Daniel a playful look.

"What am I saying? You're always ready for bed!"

Nick giggled.

* * * *

Daniel pulled his boxers down and kicked them off to the side. Nick grinned
when he pulled his own underpants down, showing a fully hard dick.

Daniel rolled his eyes and climbed into bed. Nick climbed in after him and
snuggled close.

"I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood," Daniel said softly as Nick looked at
him a bit like a puppy eager to play.

Nick frowned. "Please?" he begged.

Daniel was determined not to give in.

Nick sighed, and rolled over, facing away.

Daniel snuggled close. "Go ahead, jerk off," he whispered.

Nick briefly glanced over his shoulder. Daniel gave him an encouraging
look.

"I want to watch you do it!" Daniel chuckled.

Nick rolled onto his back, gave Daniel a playful look and then began to
stroke. Daniel rested his head high on the pillow so he could see Nick's
hands as he felt himself up and then began to jerk himself off.

Nick closed his eyes, his breathing increased slightly. After ten minutes,
Daniel guessed he was close. Carefully watching Nick's face, Daniel ever so
quietly slid a little lower until he was able to get his hand just under
Nick's balls.

Nick raised his crotch a little as he got closer and closer. It was at that
point that Daniel eased a finger just under his sack and rubbed him. Nick
shuddered when Daniel's finger touched him there, but he didn't stop
jerking and he didn't open his eyes. He stroked faster, and grunted.

Daniel watched the boy's face as he pleasured himself. When he felt the end
was close, Daniel curved his finger and searched for Nick's hole. He was a
little greasy back there. Daniel's finger just managed to wiggle inside a
half an inch.

Nick grunted, and pushed his butt down onto Daniel's hand. It was at that
instant that he shot his load. Three hard volleys of juice streamed into
the air and splattered onto the boy's chest. He groaned, ground his ass
back and forth on the finger in his butt, and squeezed out the last few
drops. He panted as Daniel slowly pulled his finger out of his rear
end. Finally, he opened his eyes, still massaging his cock.

"Oh my God, that was fucking awesome!" Nick whispered.

Daniel smiled.

Nick ran a finger through the puddle of cum on his chest. He looked at
Daniel and grinned.

"I never shot this much before!" he chuckled.

"You just needed a finger in your butt!"

"Yeah, that was crazy," Nick blushed.

"So, can we go to sleep now?" Daniel yawned.

"Only if you promise we can do that again!" Nick laughed.

Daniel chuckled, "Okay, I promise!" He reached into his bedside table and
pulled out a small towel. "Now, clean up, let's get some rest."

Nick wiped the cum off his chest and dick, and then handed the wet rag back
to Daniel. "Too bad you weren't in the mood," he sighed, "I would have
given you a hell of a load to swallow."

Daniel shook his head. "Goodnight, Nicholas!"

Nick grinned.

* * * *


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