Pairing: Deuce Martinez and Flynn Jones

WARNING: This is a gay story that involves a teenager and a ten year old. If you don't like, don't read and don't flame. If you do like, leave a review and say what you like about this!

Fifteen year old Deuce Martinez waited impatiently at the door to the Jones' residence. He was there to babysit Flynn, his ten year old friend. After knocking five times, Deuce heard a faint "I'll get it, Mom!" Deuce couldn't help but chuckle. He heard the ten year old's footsteps rushing to the door. As quickly as he could, Deuce held a hand over his mouth and breathed, smelling the roast he had eaten last night. Gross. He passed a hand over his greasy hair. I really should have showered this morning.

The door opened up, and Deuce was greeted by Flynn's smiling face. "Sup, dude!" Flynn said, bumping fists with Deuce. "MOM, DEUCE IS HERE!" The sudden yell made Deuce jump. He was hoping Flynn didn't notice.

Deuce followed Flynn into the Jones apartment and took his place on the right side of the couch. Flynn's mom, Georgia, stepped into the living room from the kitchen wearing her police uniform. "Hey, Deuce!"

"Good afternoon, Miss Jones," Deuce said politely, nodding his head up in her direction. "Cece couldn't babysit him today?"

"It's Saturday, and you know her and Rocky," Georgia replied. "Have to go to the mall and buy...well, everything." She bent over and hugged her son, kissing him on the cheek.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mom," Flynn said, pushing himself away from her and rubbing his hands on his cheek. "Not in front of my friend."

Georgia stifled a giggle and said, "You behave yourself. I'll be back tonight." As she headed out the front door, she turned back to Deuce and said, "How you deal with my son on a daily basis, I'll never know."

"It's a mystery to me as well, Miss Jones."

Flynn's mom walked out the door and closed it behind her. When Flynn heard her lock the door from the other side, he hopped onto the couch beside Deuce, the younger boy's shoulder colliding with the Latino's.

"So, what do you wanna play this time?" Flynn asked.

"Not sure," Deuce said, stretching his arms out in front of him and then putting them back on the couch on either side of him. One hand rested on the arm of the couch while the other rested right next to Flynn's leg. Deuce looked at Flynn out of the corner of his eye. The cute boy was eyeing the games on the shelf beneath the television, mumbling "hmm" under his breath.

Deuce had a deep, dark secret he had been hiding for months now. And during all that time, Deuce has tried to suppress those disturbing thoughts, pushing them back to the back of his mind. This week in particular, though, was especially hard on him. He had been trying to avoid Flynn as best he could, but it never worked, as he always wanted to be around the young boy.

Because Deuce Martinez was in love with Flynn Jones.

The mere thought of this boy gave Deuce butterflies. His stomach tightened up and his body shook with nervousness, and despite Deuce's best efforts, he could barely contain himself down there. Deuce turned to face Flynn who still couldn't come up with a video game to play. Deuce felt himself stiffening up. He subtly pressed his hand onto the crotch of his jeans and pushed his manhood between his legs.

"How 'bout we watch a movie?" Deuce asked, to which Flynn nodded and grabbed the TV remote on the table by the couch. After a few minutes of searching for movies on demand, Flynn was engrossed in a horror film that Deuce had watched a dozen times, but he didn't say anything to him. Instead, as Flynn's eyes gazed at the blood and guts on the screen, Deuce's eyes gazed longingly, lustfully, on Flynn's cute face.

Everything about Flynn was perfect to him. His smooth skin, his cheesy grin, this beautiful eyes, the way he carried himself when he walked, the way he talked to people, his stupid hair that always had jell spiking it up. Flynn was perfect. But he was also ten. Deuce had been with a handful of girls, and a few guys (in secret), but each of them had been really close to Deuce's age. Deuce had recently tried to look at pictures of boys Flynn's age on Google images, but not a one could make him hard. But for some reason, Flynn defied all sense and logic, and Deuce found himself masturbating to the boy every single night.

Deuce felt so guilty about it. But Flynn was one of his best friends, odd as that may seem. He couldn't just ignore the kid.

Deuce tapped his fingers on the couch cushion right next to Flynn's leg. With every tap, he felt his hand getting closer and closer to Flynn. But Deuce didn't stop himself. He let his fingers glide over Flynn's legs. He studied the expression on the young boy's face. It wasn't until Deuce's fingers reached right above Flynn's knee that he took notice, glancing at Deuce's hand.

Deuce froze in place. What was his next move going to be? Deuce's body began to move before his mind told him to stop. Deuce leaned in towards Flynn, one hand gripping the couch cushion and the other sliding from Flynn's knee to his inner thigh. It looked like Flynn was about to protest, but he was cut off by the Latino teen's lips pressing against his own.

Deuce had closed his eyes so he was unable to witness Flynn's reaction. Deuce got a tad carried away and let the tip of his tongue gently press against Flynn's lips. Almost immediately, the ten year old backed away, pressing his back against his side of the couch. Flynn shut the TV off and dropped the remote onto the floor.

"What...the heck...was that?" Flynn asked in shock.

Deuce's eyes had widened so much he thought his eyes were going to roll out of his head. "I…" Deuce fumbled over his words. "I'm...I didn't mean to…" He felt his body shaking. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, wishing that he would open them to find himself in his bedroom, all of this having been a dream. When he opened his eyes again, there Flynn was. But he didn't look angry. Just slightly confused.

"Deuce," Flynn said, rubbing a finger along his lips where Deuce's tongue had just been. Flynn looked a little concerned. Not for what had just happened, but because his dear friend was looking so scared. "Deuce, it's fine." Deuce wiped a tear from his eye and tilted his head as if to say 'What?' "It's fine...I'm not mad...I just...why did you kiss me?"

"Because...you're really cute, dude," Deuce said, chuckling nervously. His heartbeat began to slow down.

"T-thanks," Flynn said, blushing. "I've never had a boy kiss me before."

"You've never had a girl kiss you before, either."

"Hey, shut up!" Flynn punched Deuce's shoulder hard, causing the two of them to erupt in laughter. Deuce returned the favor by punching Flynn in the shoulder. "Hey!" Flynn kicked his foot forward, his sneaker barely hitting Deuce's face.

"Oh, you're gonna regret that, mini-me!" Deuce laughed, forgetting what he was so scared of moments ago. He grabbed Flynn by the ankle, yanking off the boy's shoe and tossing it to the floor, exposing Flynn's slightly dirty white sock. He reached forward and grabbed Flynn's other shoe, throwing that one across the room.

Deuce went to tickle Flynn's feet, but Flynn, being as ticklish as he is, immediately started laughing and kicked his feet harder, the both of his soles pressing against Deuce's face. Deuce then grabbed Flynn's ankles and hopped off of the couch, dragging the boy down with him.

Flynn landed on top of Deuce, but not for long as the older teen grabbed him by his wrists and rolled over. The roles were now reversed as Deuce was on top of Flynn, his feet on top of Flynn's and his hands grabbing Flynn's wrists. Deuce laughed as Flynn struggled to break free from the Cuban boy's grasp, but to no avail.

Flynn stopped squirming, and the two boys looked at each other for a few seconds. He is so damn cute, Deuce thought to himself as he slowly leaned downward, his lips once again pressing against Flynn's. This time, Flynn didn't try to break away. As Deuce's lips mashed against Flynn's, his dick started to harden, throbbing against Flynn's waist.

Flynn was too distracted to notice. His mouth was penetrated by Deuce's wet tongue that hoped to explore every inch of Flynn's mouth. Deuce moaned involuntarily as his tongue invaded Flynn's mouth. After a few minutes of nonstop making out, Deuce released the boy's lips and took a deep breath. "...Wow."

Flynn lifted his head off of the floor and whispered, "...That...was...awesome," before his head fell back onto the floor, a mix of his and Deuce's saliva dripping off of his lips.

"That was your first kiss?" Deuce asked, letting go of Flynn's wrists and repositioning himself so he was sitting on the boy's chest. Flynn nodded slowly. "Was it...good?"

"I said it was awesome, didn't I?"

"I love you so much," Deuce said, leaning downward and sliding his tongue along Flynn's cheek, causing the younger boy to giggle.

"This was a lot of fun, haha," Flynn said with a smile. He squirmed a little bit from underneath Deuce. "You're kinda heavy, dude." Instead of getting off, Deuce rubbed his butt side to side on Flynn's chest. "Hey, hey, hey!"

"The day isn't over yet, Flynn," Deuce said, staring lustfully into Flynn's eyes below. "We can have a lot more fun."

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I was originally going to make this a one-shot, but I think I'm going to separate these into multiple chapters. Either three or four, possibly five, no more than six.