Final Candle

Cyrus Goodman sighed loudly, upset at his parents decision.

It was the final night of Hanukkah, and his parents had revealed that they wouldn't be home for the night and that he would be responsible for the Final Candle this year. He couldn't completely blame them. This was a work related party, that they couldn't get out of without insulting the host and affecting their work life. The teenager couldn't even just go over to be with his father and step-mother the night of Hanukkah and light the candle with them. So when he was told that they would be attending the party this year as well, the boy was crushed.

Thus a sad Cyrus was left in his room, looking at his Instagram feed to stop himself from tearing up about being alone on the final night of Hanukkah. He had even tried texting his best friend about the situation, getting ignored by the boy until he posted it into his first Male only group chat with Jonah, TJ and Buffy's old crush Marty. A fifth was under consideration but Walker hadn't been voted in yet. Marty wasn't happy about him getting all close and personal with Buffy. Something TJ still held over in head. While he had thought about the girls, he had decided not to bother Buffy, who was spending time with her mother, or Andi with some traditional celebration that Celia had demanded only be for the Mack's.

'I don't get it. Just come to my place for the night, Cy-guy.'

Cyrus was kicking himself having to deny an off from Jonah to stay over. But he just couldn't bear to leave the house and risk ruining the tradition he poured his heart and soul into following. Groaning heavily, Cyrus was about to response when to his huge relief, Marty did and took the stress of saying no away.

'U don't know what Hanukkah is do u J-dawg?'

'Its like Jewish christmas'

When the little bubble of Jonah's face dropped below that message, the dark-haired boy swore he could hear the brunette's heart shatter into a million tiny pieces. Cyrus raised an eyebrow, wondering how Jonah didn't know what Hanukkah was. Granted, the dimpled boy had no idea what a Bar Mitzvah was until they had sat down and Cyrus explied the event. But he had never been the most talkative about his religion's holiday either, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that Jonah had no idea that Jewish people didn't follow Christmas traditions.

Thinking about the puppy-dog eyes and little pout on that cute dimpled face had Cyrus burying his into a pillow.

'Cyrus you don't do christmas!? That's so saaaaad! D:'

'It's not sad, Jonah. :/'

As a child Cyrus had felt jealous of other children for getting to enjoy christmas, until his Opa showed him some of the family traditions and he got to light the final candle for the first time. Every year since that moment, Cyrus had been the one to light the final candle and carry on the tradition. A pair of partying parents wasn't going to stop that. He had just been glad that his parents hadn't attempted to force him to attending the party either. They at least knew how important it was for the teenager to light the final candle at the right time. Cyrus was about to text something else and explain a little to the confused Jonah, but paused when he noticed that TJ had gone offline after the first message, something that brought a pout to his face. When the group chat was made, he had expected TJ to lash out at his parents for leaving him alone like that.

In fact the jock hadn't said anything, but had read every message until the past five minutes.

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He was about to question it, when he heard something loud slam against the glass of his window, causing the nerdy boy to jump.

Reaching up from the darkness and leaves of the tall birch tree in his yard was a hand, tapping at the window pane. From there, Cyrus couldn't see who it belonged to and that had his heart racing. The hand looked like it was trying to push the window open, to no avail as it was locked.

"Please don't be an axe murderer, please don't be an axe murderer…!" Cyrus begged the universe as he crept towards the window. In his hand was a pillow, intent to fight off the mystery hand by beating the stuffing out of it.

When there was a swift movement and something pulled itself higher up from the shadows, obscured by the tree foliage, the Jewish boy winced and raised his pillow. Ready to strike the would-be-attacker despite being outside a closed window.

"Cyrus? What are you doing with a pillow?"

Cracking his eyes open, Cyrus barely made out TJ's handsome face in the pale moonlight.

"TEEJ!" Cyrus cried, before dropping the pillow in embarrassment.

Blushing, Cyrus rushed over and unlatched the lock and eased the window open for TJ to crawl inside the room. It took a little effort squeezing through the small space being so tall; even Andi had trouble fitting in there the last time she had snuck into the room, and then back out of it. But soon enough there they were, both collapsed into a little bundle on the floor with the jock lying on top of Cyrus.

"Hey there, underdog…" TJ smirked, his smug face looming above the teen.

The blush deepened, if it even could, as Cyrus attempted to look at anything else. It was made harder with TJ's body pressed against his own like that, being so close that there was nothing else to see.

Already he was succumbing to the jocks heat, and feeling that weight on his body. Grinding ever so slightly as TJ shamelessly grinned.

"Uuugh, get offa meeee!" Cyrus whined, despite not wanting it to end.

He was worried about his parents seeing them on the floor like that and the thoughts they would have about their son with another boy. Even if it could have been much worse. On almost any other night, one of them would already be naked with the other working their cock. It was usually TJ getting pleasured as a reward for his grades going up thanks to Cyrus' new tutoring system, with the Jewish nerd milking a good few loads out of the pent up Basketball Captain before the real fun even started. Just thinking about his parents seeing that had Cyrus rolling over to attempt getting the heavy weight of TJ off of him. Obviously it was to no avail as TJ effortlessly pinned him down.

"Aww, I come all the way out to spend a night with my favorite muffin and he doesn't even wanna see me?" TJ purred and rested his forehead on the boy's below him.

Cyrus wriggled around, groaning as it made their crotches rub together.

"Of course I wanted to see you, Teej… it's just not tonight." He said in a half-whisper, "It's Hanukkah, the night for the final candle. My parents don't want me hanging out with friends and forgetting."

"You won't forget. You're Cyrus."

The Jewish boy's cheeks returned to pink.

"I'll get offa you for a kiss you know? Or admit that you like me, we'd be a good couple," TJ offered with a smug grin on his handsome face, teasing Cyrus.

It was all too obvious what the nerdy boys feelings were, as much as he tried to hide them away behind walls. Walls and a Buffy. But TJ always saw through them, seeing the trust and how much Cyrus really wanted to claim him for his own. They were the same eyes everyone saw whenever a certain other dork was in the picture.

Cyrus rolled his eyes and tried again to bury what he wasn't ready for.

"Why would I, uh, want to date you? Not that - I mean I would date you if, I, uh…" He stuttered out.

Cyrus only shut up when he felt lips pressing against his own. His deep brown eyes were wide with shock, but as the weight pressed down harder and the kiss began to deeped Cyrus found his eyes fluttering to a close. Melting into the sudden kiss as TJ's hands wrapped around him, the Jewish boy wasn't aware to the hardening cock beginning to grind hard against his own. TJ's thrusting hips pressed down hard against his own tenting cock, with both teenagers swallowing the others moans of subtle pleasure from the dry humping. Even the phone buzzing back on the bed fell upon deaf ears as TJ hungrily slipped across those soft lips and stole the soft moans pumping out of Cyrus.

The jock smirked into the kiss as he stole Cyrus' attention away from Jonah Beck for once.

Soon TJ's grip around the pinned boy tightened and he managed to roll them over. He was shocked to feel needy little thrusts from Cyrus' hips to grind against him. Nevertheless, TJ curled his fingers into the short mop of dark hair and pulled the boy closer to him. Their saliva mixed as both teens tongues played and fought for dominance, exploring one and others mouth. TJ shifted slightly in a seconds break from those soft lips, pulling the boy upwards on his body and aiming his hard cock beneath the boys ass. When the kiss resumed his hardness was grinding up against Cyrus' clothed butt.

"Mmh, TJ…" Cyrus muttered between liplock.

"Yeah babe?" The older teen growled, breaking away to assault his pale neck.

His teeth grazed the flesh, with his tongue sliding across the smooth skin. Being so close, he could hear every little sound of lust and need from the Jewish boy's throat. It all just made his thick cock throb harder for Cyrus Goodman. Cyrus, easy as he was, could feel his body heating up. The ruthless assault on his body was planned, and he knew it. TJ's lips and tongue teasing him like that, all to get where the teen rarely strayed.

"Leh… oh man… le-lets move to the desk…" He moaned out.

TJ rolled his eyes and forced their lips together again. Swallowing he moans while thrusting against the squishy ass his fingers were sinking into. He was surprised that Cyrus hadn't felt his hand slip inside his pants.

"Ngh, no way Underdog," He growled, full of lust, "I wanna use you right here…"

Pulling himself away, in spite of every fibre of his being screaming to stay and let this hot jock ravish every inch of his body, Cyrus groaned. "Nooooo, TJ… My parents are still home,"

"Kinky," TJ smirked and pulled him into another quick kiss, while holding his ass tight but the horny jock was denied as his muffin managed to climb off and straighten his hair.

Cyrus pulled his pyjamas tight again, staring down and the rough and hurriedly dressed jock lying on his floor. Even below him, the teen was cocky and full of attitude, grinning so smugly that he just wanted to get back down there and rip off every ounce of clothing hiding the cock he owned. But somehow Cyrus found the will to move to his desk, but not before picking up his phone.

Thirty texts from Marty and Jonah.

The first ten were all asking where Cyrus went, telling the poor Jewish boy not to cry or be upset. Jonah said something about a foot massage, but TJ was already lowering the screen and growling.

"Hey, pay attention to me. Not those dorks,"

"T-Teej! Be nice… or…" The dark-haired boy's words caught in his throat.

Just like something else would later.

The jock groaned and scrolled through the rest of the messages. The conversation devolved into a virtual game of eye-spy between Marty and Jonah as both were walking through the dark streets to meet up at the arcade like the four had wanted to do as a group.

"Or you wont suck my dick, underdog?"

Cyrus nervously nodded, unwilling to say something about TJ sucking him. At least not until they got down and dirty.

"Ok fine, you can't suck me off… But I can suck you," TJ added when his cute nerd whined, with the jock kneeling down and shifting underneath the desk.

Not a single word of the nerdy Goodman boy's protests reached his ears as TJ tugged the white pyjama pants down around Cyrus's knees. It was a little upsetting not getting to see the soft, pale behind of his muffin like that, but the rock-hard five incher sitting their pressed up against his chest was enough to have the older teen licking his lips. He purred softly and wrapped a few fingers around the length, thinner than his own but average for a boy his age.

Cyrus was twitching as his crushes warm breath tickled his dick.

"Mm, o-oh god… TJ what'r you AHH-!" He was cut off as TJ's tongue teased the head of his dick.

Smiling down there as his Jewish boy moaned with pleasure, TJ didn't hesitate to lower down and swallow three quarters of the cock. It barely filled his throat, before rising up and beginning to bob along Cyrus' dick.

"Mm, fuck you taste so good Cyrus! I love your dick," TJ moaned out, teasing the Jewish boy with dirty talk.

Cyrus grit his teeth and buckled over slightly, leaning against his desk and struggling not to expose his pleasure to the nosy pair of parents just downstairs. Feeling those soft lips wrapped around his cock and almost sucking him dry had the Jewish boy almost moaning out TJ's name for more. He could almost kick TJ for sucking him while his parents were still home. The jock knew full well that Cyrus could never stay quiet during a blowjob.

"Ungh… T-TJ," He grunted and the jock pulled off.

"Yes babe?" TJ smirked while stroking Cyrus' slick length. He could tell from the way it twitched that his hand and breath against the shaft was driving his crush insane. That just made TJ tighten his grip and ease it down the cock. Almost as tight as an ass, the grip was making Cyrus' groaning louder.

'Why did I let him in my window? I can't keep it in… TJ is SO going to get me caught!'

The Jewish boy internally panicked as he was milked. He was convinced that his parents would hear something and barge inside, catching the young teens red-handed. Or white-handed if TJ kept stroking his cock like that, since Cyrus wouldn't be able to last much longer through that stimulating assault.

"Weh… ahhh-no! We're gonna get, ngh, cau-caught…!" He stuttered.

The teenager completely surprised he even got that out, with TJ licking the throbbing head of his teased dick. Smirking internally, TJ shamelessly swallowed the mushroom head once more and swirled his tongue around it. Beginning to crave the loud moans of pleasure he knew Cyrus was just moments from releasing from those pretty pink lips that he would be using later. Beaking off he finally smugly answered, but not before placing a kiss on the precum and saliva coated head.

"So what if they see? They can shut the door and leave me to suck their pretty son dry, or even pound his hole so deep that he can't live without my cock..."

Shivering at those words utterly dripping in lust, Cyrus bit his lip. That deep, wanting lust wasn't just lacing the brunette's words, but when his Underdog peaked under the desk he saw just how much lust filled his deep green eyes. TJ's eyes were locked on the thin shaft and cute pink head of the dorky boy's cock as he licked up its length, before moving to meet his crushes. As they stared into each other's eyes, he couldn't keep the smug grin at bay when Cyrus' cheeks began to tinge a light red. A grin that stayed there even as TJ leaned down to continue pleasuring the boy's cock.

"TJ… you shouldn't say things like that! You know full, ahhn! F-full well that things like that happen around me," He fought back a deep moan while bucking into the jock's palm. TJ slipped the dick out and started kissing around the head more. Each little smooch was met by a soft, cute sound.

He grinned up at the Jewish boy again, stroking his cock to the side so it wasn't in his face.

"Oh so if I keep saying that I can fuck you till I own you, it'll happen? Good thing I'ma fuck you hard… You know… you can be really cute," He added as Cyrus blushed a deeper red and tried to hide his face. Leaning down to take the boys smooth sac into his mouth, TJ moaned around the small orb.

With the jock lapping his talented tongue across his sensitive spot, Cyrus whimpered in pleasure. He was trying not to beg for more since the hand had stopped pumping his cock, now just being used to grip the thin base while keeping him from cuming. Being friends with benefits, the teens had messed around a few times before but TJ hardly ever gave him this sort of attention by sucking and teasing his cock. So whenever the cocky jock worked on the Underdog like that, there was no shortage of Cyrus' moans. Though he never had to deal with worrying about either pair of his parents being downstairs and in ear shot.

"Such a yummy cock," TJ purred.

Cyrus opened his mouth to talk or moan, or just let anything out as he was tortured, when a telltale creak from the staircase just outside the room and alerted both teenage boys to Cyrus' parents. He could have had a heart attack then and there. It was always the seventh step that made a god awful creak to give away his parents. Thankfully, they would have time to hide. When the Jewish boy reached to pull his khakis back around his waist, another pair of hands dragged the pants back down. TJ was growling softly as he tugged back control of his Underdog's pants. Just to make Cyrus squeak submissively while he took the full five inches back into his mouth. He sucked hard on the cock, hollowing his cheeks and humming to tease the sensitive rod.

"Mm, o-ohhhhh god TJ!" Cyrus groaned in pleasure despite his eyes flickering to the door.

The footsteps grew louder outside, echoing up the ever closing space between the door and the staircase.