This is my third chapter spin off of Bisexual Dragons Unexpected. I've decided that the first 3 Chapters shall be basically what she had come up with originally but my own twists in it. Remember, this is hers. Not mine. Anyway, this is the third chapter. Unexpected.
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Paranormal. Three days. It had been that long since he had seen Mac last. He had called in to explain/lie that he was deathly sick and asked if he could stay away from Fosters while he recovered. He didn't want to give a bug to the house. Mr. Harriman, though often a stickler for rules and deals (especially Mac's 'visit everyday' deal he had fought so hard for) was very agreeable to this.
Bloo couldn't say otherwise... though he couldn't be 'adopted' in this state. He was cloud watching, comparing everything he saw to Mac... which he had been doing for days, and not just the clouds... everything. It was Ice cream! Why had it upset him so bad? Bloo certainly had done worse in the past and Mac still returned.
But Bloo also never had the upset stomach, warm cheeks and such around his creator before. He'd asked Frankie about it... She was human enough. "Well, Bloo, that sounds like a crush. Got a girl you like, huh?" Bloo blushed, "You could say that..."
In all honesty, Bloo never cared about girls. He talked to Goo, Frankie and Coco. Coco was motherly (a schizophrenic mother at best but still a mother) Goo because she was one of Mac's two friends. And Frankie because... well he lived with her. But he hadn't considered the idea he could like another boy... much less his own creator.
"Ugh... God Damn you Mac! With your stupid emotional crap! And brown hair, and matching eyes that shine when you smile... and your fair skin..." he looked at his watch. 2:46. And Mac wasn't coming by again. He would surely be home by now.
"Ah... crap, I've still got dishes..." he thought... "Ah, Wilt will do it." he said, and started sprinting again.
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"Question number three... when did Alexander Graham Bell invent-" Mac said, taking to silent reading halfway through. It was day 4 away from Fosters. He still didn't feel ready to go back, even though he would need to soon enough. Mr. Harriman wouldn't believe his feigned sickness forever. "August 6th, 1876."
He was interrupted from his antics by a pounding on his door. "Terrence isn't home!" He said, thinking his friends were here to do some stupid shit with his older brother. But the pounding continued. He sighed and got up.
"I told you dumb asses Terrence-" he opened the door. "I'm not here for Terrence, Mac." The blue haired boy said. "Bloo? Why are you here?" "Why am I here? Are you honestly going to ask that? You've been gone for four days! How long am I supposed to wait?"
"I had a lot to think about." Bloo scowled, shoving him back and forcing himself in. "Not cool Bloo!" Bloo crossed his arms, "I don't care. We need to talk. Right Now." Mac... should've foreseen this. Bloo was crazy. He shouldn't have put him coming over and forcing his way inside beneath him.
"Fine. Lets talk then." Bloo raised a hand as if he was going to make a point, but stopped, "I... hadn't thought that far ahead." Mac sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Why did you come here Bloo... to stand in my apartment and say nothing? Because I have homework."
Mac said, gesturing at the door. Bloo lunged forward, latching his friends shoulders, "No! I... have something to say... but..." Mac shocked expression softened, "But what, Bloo?"
"I'm afraid of what you'll say..." Mac sighed... "Bloo, you felt it was important enough to rush over here to tell me. Just get it out." Mac said. Bloo sighed, ready to take the plunge.
He kissed his creator. Square on the lips. And Mac was surprised.
Because his Imaginary friend turned human was kissing him and
Because he hadn't figured out Bloo's odd behavior sooner. The clumsy demeanor, the red cheeks... But he was too shocked to kiss back. And Bloo noticed. "I... knew this was a bad idea..." he said tears beginning their descent down his face.
He pulled away to leave. Until Mac grabbed the back of his head.
"Get back here." And he forced another kiss. Greedily returning to the situation, Bloo wrapped his arms around his creators neck. Mac's left hand remaibed entangled in Bloo's soft locks, while his right took its place around the blob-turned-boy's slender waist. And the best, and worst, part about it was that he liked it.
He made a split second decision to kiss him... and it was going to affect him a while. Keep him thinking about who he was and, more importantly, what he and Bloo were or were going to become. He pulled away, Bloo's face red and his lips swollen slightly from the rough kiss. Mac sighed, letting him go.
"I need to think on this a bit." Bloo nodded, "Me too." And they kissed again. And again. "Look... tell Harriman I'm still pretty sick and will be back in a few days... give me some time... okay?" They kissed again. "I need to think on this a bit... I've never..." Mac nodded, allowing for one more kiss to play between them. Finally he pulled away, "I'll let fuzzy ass know... okay?" Mac nodded, "Bye Bloo."
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That was three days ago. Bloo had noted how he felt changing. The kiss... well, it went better than expected. Given the circumstance, it could still be worse. "Hey Bloo, where ya off to?" Bulbie said, passing by the human boy in the hall, "Harriman. Said I needed to see him and 'Ms. Francis' in his office." He wasn't sure why. Mr. Harriman generally stayed quiet these days... well, like Madam foster, he was pretty old too. He came into the office, "What's up, fuzzy butt?" He asked, pulling up a chair and sitting as informally as possible. Harriman sighed at Bloo's lack of regard for his rules. He should be used to it by now.
"Master Blooregard... we need to discuss an important matter." "If this is about cookies, they were like that when I got there." Frankie sighed, "Not that. Bloo, you are technically a 15 year old boy now. Which puts us in an interesting position. We aren't kicking you out but it will look weird if we have a boy living here and... not doing anything." "What are you saying?" "I'm saying you're getting enrolled in school. As my kid brother."
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Mac had a harder time thinking about all of it then Bloo did. Bloo was a creature of simplicity. There was no 'gray area' for him. But Mac was a creature of logic, and he only saw in shades of grey. He first decided how to figure out how he felt. Did he like Bloo in a way that was more than a friend? Way he gay or bisexual? Was this almost dating himself... Bloo came from his thoughts... but he was an actual human now... with human parts and features. He came up with this answer:
"Fuck this is confusing..." all he honestly knew was that he loved it when he and Bloo kissed. His world felt right... better... complete. But if that was how he felt... why didn't he feel this way sooner?
"Bloo had never kissed me before." He reminded himself. He sighed, doodling pros and cons of being with Bloo as a romantic partner. It was you're usual 'ruining friendship' 'gay labeling.' And other basics... but the pros
'We know everything about each other.' 'We've been through a lot and we're still okay.' Mac sighed, running a hand through his hair... well, today was his first day back to Fosters. "Time to decide where this goes..."
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Mac should be by today... finallly. Gee did he have a handful to tell him. He starred at his new cell phone (to dim down the horrible part of being in school) 3:00. He should be there any minute. He had dressed a bit more... formally today. Hip hugging jeans to show off his features. A black form fitting shirt, top three buttons undone, showing a medley of pale flesh. He was going to impress Mac today.
"Bloo, you here?" Mac said opening the door. Bloo smiled, "Showtime." He turned and gave Mac his best smile. "Hey Mac." He said, voice as sultry as he could manage, and added a small sway to his hips, throwing his fingers into his hair for the added effect. And it worked. Mac was blushing. Bloo... was trying to be sexy for him.
No trying was insignificant. Succeeding was appropriate. "Bloo?" "In the flesh." This was definatly a pro. No doubt. "Got some food in the kitchen... hungry?" Bloo asked. He had cooked? Bloo, the selfish, arrogant Blob of a boy, had made food for them? Mac smiled, "Yeah... definitely." He said.
It wasn't much of a 'lunch' but more of snacks for them to enjoy. But considering that Bloo put the time into it, it was all that mattered. "We do have a lot to figure out." Mac said, sitting on one of the two stools. "Yeah... we do." Bloo said. Mac grabbed one of the cookies (sugar free for Mac) and nibbled on it slightly. "When... did you figure you liked me like that, Bloo?" Mac asked. But he honestly had no answer for the boy. "I'm not sure... I just... after the transformation... I started feeling weird around you. Frankie said feeling like that around anyone was a crush."
"She doesn't know... does she." "I was general. Not specific." Mac was surprised he knew that. Bloo smiled at Mac's look, "Yeah Genius, I know stuff too!" Mac smiled back, "You sure as hell don't show it a lot, Smart ass."
Bloo would usually have been mad, but he honestly just chuckled with him. And then their lips were together again. "And that," Mac said as he pulled away, "I like that a lot." Bloo sighed contentedly, "Me too." Then they sat in non-awkward silence, starring at each other. Bloo broke the silence first, "So... does this mean...?"
Mac kissed him again. Rougher, much more passionate than the others. Enough to pull them off of the stools they sat on. Bloo's hands latched to Mac's neck as they kissed on the floor. Mac felt his fingers tug slightly on Bloo's cerulean locks, eliciting a moan from his now-boyfriend. Mac broke away to place his lips on the pale exposed neck. Bloo gasped at the sensation, "Mac..." he sighed out, hands rubbing his back.
Mac was on his neck, one hand slinking into the shirt itself to play with a now erect nipple... then his other hand rubbed the outer fabric of Bloo's jeans. The tingle in the worm was a lot stronger now. "Mac... what is that worm doing?" Mac pulled away from the necklace (of hickies) he was giving Bloo.
"You... don't know?" Bloo flushed, "No... I've used it in the bathroom... it does more?" Mac smiled, "Well... does it feel good when I touch it?" Though the question was embarrassing to him, Bloo nodded.
"Then let me show you what else you can do with it." Mac said, unzipping the jeans and sticking his hands on his growing erection. Bloo gasped at the cool sensation when it was pulled out. "M-mac-!" But the brunette forced him on the floor, "Shh... it doesn't hurt, does it?" Bloo shook his head.
"Then... shh..." he said, and put the head in his mouth. Bloo gasped, staying silent as possible, given the circumstances. It wasn't easy... Macs head bobbing on him like that, one hand twerking his nipple, the other massaging the area below where his mouth was. "Mac... stop... it feels like something is coming out!" Mac hummed a bit around it in a chuckle... and Bloo was finished.
His hips shifted and he came. Mac swallowed the first shot... but it was his first Orgasm. And it was fairly powerful. Bloo gasped as he rode his orgasm out. "Mac... got my shirt all dirty..." Mac leaned in and kissed him. "Did you like it?" Bloo nodded as Mac grabbed some nearby paper towels. "Tell me everything you know about it."
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Mac didn't know much outside of Sex Ed class. Which still wasn't a lot, to be honest. He'd recommended that he and Bloo do some research. Look into what being in a relationship like theirs intended.
Mac had also recommended they both watch gay porn to get a feel for what happened when two males engaged. Bloo... after being mislead by cups, screwdrivers and sandboxes, finally found some regular gay porn.
On Frankies computer... when she was out. He wouldn't risk an incident with Harriman's computer. After getting past the initial digust (it didn't look pleasurable) he found himself starting to get turned on... and he imagined it was Mac doing it to him. After a few loads, a fourth a box of tissues, 3 days and a deleted browser later, Bloo was getting a few 'pointers' from Mac on school. (Blah blah, study, try hard, no skipping or anything like that.)
"Did you... ya know, watch stuff? Gay stuff?" Mac asked awkwardly. Bloo blushed, "Yeah... a little bit." He said.
"Me too." They didn't look at each other. "Did you like it?" Mac asked. "Only after I pictured it was you and I..." Mac smiled, "Really?" Bloo smiled, "Yeah... really."
Mac smiled, and kissed his boyfriends cheek, "How cute." Bloo scoffed, "I am not cute!" "Yeah, to blind people." Bloo sat, and put a cute little pout on his red face. Mac teased him with an "Aww, look at how cute you are when you pout." Bloo turned his head away. Mac laughed, finished with his teasing. "I'm mad at you Mac." Bloo said, in an almost serious way.
Mac smiled, leaning forward and whispering "Are you?" Bloo felt his neck heat. Mac nibbled on his blue haired boyfriend's earlobe. Bloo gasped, caught off guard. Mac smiled and continued his activities. "Look at me..." he said in a sing song voice.
Flustered, Bloo turned to his boyfriend. Mac found his arms around Bloo's waist and pulled him on top of him. "Come here often?" He asks... rather weirdly. "Yeah... its my room." Mac sighed at their failed banter and just kissed his blue haired boyfriend. Just very simple, pulling away occasionally to smile a bit.
"I was thinking..." Mac said a bit, rubbing at Bloo's back a bit. "Mmmhmm?" "How are we going to keep this a secret at school, Bloo?"