Chapter 48: 'No cake for you!'
What's going to happen next? Will his father find Daryl or will Carl lose control and scare him into going back home?
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Daryl
It was Sunday and I woke early, thankfully not to him gazing me like I had just fallen out of the sky. There was no evidence either that he had stayed or come in after I had fallen asleep.
I'd had no dreams that I could recall and outside the birds were singing. Dawn had already broken judging by the light coming in through the pale curtains at my window.
I had to admit my feelings towards Carl had grown warmer now that he had put me firmly in charge. It didn't mean I had to do anything with him but maybe I wanted to.
More than anything, I wished he could erase my experiences with Dad and replace them with something better.
More pleasurable. Maybe it was possible to enjoy sex.
I assumed without exception that if I allowed it to go so far, that it would be him entering me and not the other way around. It went without saying since he was the adult.
But what would my brother say? I
He doesn't get a say since he refused to see what was going right under his nose and kept leaving me alone with Dad, at that bastard's mercy! I thought to myself.
Maybe I was still angry and wanting to punish him.
Was it just that? Then why did it feel like I was cheating not only on my father but on my brother too? And while I was very happy to cheat on the former, why did I feel guilty about the latter? What was there to guilty to feel about anyway?
I shook my head in confusion and shoved all thoughts of Merle out of my head. I wanted Carl to show me that it didn't have to hurt – not the whole time anyway and maybe he might make me even enjoy it.
I made my way downstairs where delicious smells of pancakes were cooking.
'Morning, son.' My maths teacher greeted me with a happy smile, he was pleasant enough at the start anyway. 'Did you sleep well?'
'Yes, thanks. You?'
'Fine. Fine.' He answered and then went back to cooking.
After a few more minutes of chit-chat, he put a plate heaped up with a pile of steaming pancakes in front of me. 'Help yourself to the butter and maple-syrup– whatever you want, son.'
'Thanks.' I eagerly started to tuck in. I wondered at my improved appetite.
He got his and sat down opposite me. We didn't talk for a while. Just sat in silence until we had both finished our breakfasts. Then he broke it.
'Daryl, I want to talk to you about school and your exams.' He suddenly turned serious.
I inwardly rolled my eyes. What was the point?
'Do you feel ready to go back to school tomorrow?'
I frowned.
'Of course, I can tutor you but it's no substitute for being there in class. I think you should go back for revision tomorrow.'
'I nodded reluctantly. 'Uh…OK.'
To be honest, I wanted to get out. I appreciated what he did for me and everything but he had kept me at his home in case someone saw me near his place. I didn't know why they would – he lived – deliberately, in my opinion and for whatever reason - in the middle of nowhere.
I guessed he probably did that because he was worried about my dad getting wind of where I was. Or someone spotting me and telling him.
'Meanwhile, I need to go to school and catch up on some work and I won't be back for a few hours. While I'm gone, please bake me a cake at home for Home Ec. Miss Perkins would like a simple sponge with frosting of your choice. I overheard one of your classmates babbling in the halls about her homework assignment.'
I gawped at him in surprise. 'Bake a cake? What the fuck? And what the fuck is 'frosting'?'
'And please don't swear again under my roof. I let it go before because you were upset but now, I'd like you to stop.'
'Yessir.' I did my best to keep my tone serious and obedient even though I could barely believe what I was hearing. To think about it, I had never heard him swear – only maybe to call my dad names after I told him the sick shit he had done to me.
Then he explained 'frosting' to me and how to make it in an annoying teacher voice. He had suddenly become boring and distant, like a real teacher. And he was showing zero interest in me in that way. No sign of his jokey, flirty self. Part of me was relieved but I also felt disappointed too.
'I'm pretty sure I have all the ingredients – see that cupboard and shelf over there?'
I nodded in disbelief. Dixons don't bake cakes!
Wouldn't be seen dead eating one either!
Why was he worrying about stupid Home Ec. when it wasn't even an important subject? Why wasn't he worried about my Math exam – his subject, for example? Was it a joke? Why was he acting so weird?
He handed me the piece of paper with baking instructions on it and I put it down to him having to go in and work on a Sunday - it must have felt like the end of the weekend for him. On the other hand, I also wondered if I had refused him too many times – freaking out like that when he wasn't even doing anything wrong. Maybe he was bored with me not reciprocating and had given up.
Was he going to throw me out? I didn't think so but it was possible.
He almost glared at me before he left with his suitcase. 'Now, listen, Dixon. I want to find a delicious cake waiting ready for me to eat when I come back.'
'Yessir'.
That got a smile from him and he chucked me under the chin.
'See you soon, son.' He winked at me in rapid turnaround.
I felt like he was laughing at me. But for the life of me, I couldn't work out what the joke was.
Feeling a little apprehensive at his weird behaviour and being asked to bake – something I had never done in my life before - I dutifully got on with it.
…
Rogers
I could barely suppress my laugher as I walked out of the house. His face! When I asked him to bake a cake, it was like I had asked him to go and fetch the moon from the sky for me. He'd had a look of sweet confusion, yet he'd agreed without argument. He'd agreed so submissively and called me 'Sir' again that it got me excited down there. Even when I asked him to stop swearing under my roof.
Miss Perkins had set no such assignment that I knew of. It would have been a waste of time anyway so close to the final exams when Home Ec. wasn't even a compulsory course. I had written the recipe myself because I did actually enjoy baking.
It had been a classic! I could barely keep myself under control and not laugh and give the game away the whole time.
I felt myself stiffen with anticipation. I had really given myself a treat to look forward to when I came back home.
Call it also motivation to get all my work done – tying up the loose ends before the semester wound down for the summer.
Of course, I fully expected him to screw it up.
That was the whole point.
…
About 2 – 3 hours later.
Rogers
I couldn't help the smile that grew wider on my face as I got closer to the house after finishing my marking and planning. The undeniable smell of someone baking reached me.
My smile grew wider and I found myself even letting out a chuckle when I arrived right in front of my front door and heard the loud curses coming from inside.
The sight that met me when I entered the kitchen had me bite my cheeks, something told me that being laughed at was not something Dixons took lightly.
His clothes were a mess, same as my kitchen and its surfaces. His attempt to make frosting had resulted in butter and sugar and the other ingredients being smeared on the surfaces. Used bowls, plates and cutlery were scattered everywhere including my mixer but he was the best and funniest sight of all.
Boy, did he look edible. His face and forehead were covered in flour and butter, they were even in his hair, making it stick up in the world's worst haircut. On his cheek and further down to the corner of his mouth was a mixture of cake batter and frosting. Just like he had wiped his face furiously to make it clean.
He had failed.
Badly.
He noticed me looking at him thank the Lord because I was on the verge of drooling.
'What the hell ya lookin' at? Don't know how to make stupid cakes!' He slammed his fist down on the counter in frustration.
'Well, I can't do your homework for you. Besides, look at the mess you've made of my kitchen not to mention your clothes. What have you done to yourself? …Damn, boy, I'm going to have to put another wash on because of you.'
S…Sorry, sir.' His face fell. No doubt he though he was in trouble and going to get punished. 'I'll clean up straightaway.'
I did feel a little sorry for him – scaring him or making him feel bad wasn't my intention. Far from it.
'Aw, it's not so bad. We can do it together. But imagine what Miss Perkins would say if she could see you now. She would give you a big, fat F, I'm sure.'
I said this a little sternly when I really wanted to laugh but it only pissed him off more.
'Fu…I mean screw Miss Perkins! I don't care about her stupid assignment.' He picked up a bowl ready to crash it to the floor.
'Please don't smash my crockery, son. Put it down.'
He obeyed with a grimace on his face.
'Now, now. We can try again some other time. After your exams.' I tried to soothe him.
Did he get I wasn't talking about cooking?
'Yeah, don't know why you made me do it anyway. Waste of time!'
'Oh, don't say that – you had some fun, didn't you?'
'No.' But then he looked down at himself and we both burst out laughing.
I took a couple of steps toward him and was relieved when he didn't back off. But he did unconsciously raise the spatula in his fist.
I kept my tone soft and paternal. 'Silly boy. Haven't you ever baked a cake before? Not even when you were little with your Mama?'
'Don't remember.' He shrugged but his tone let me know I had touched a nerve. His voice had grown all distant all of a sudden and the change in the atmosphere was palpable.
He was silently telling me to back off.
'What's that smell? Oh, shit!' Before I knew it, he had grabbed one of the oven mitts, opened the oven and reached for the cake on its baking tray inside.
I realized too late which oven mitt he'd taken.
'Careful, there's a hole in the thumb…'
'Motherfucker!' He swore and sucked his thumb (imagine what that image did to me) before he delivered a well-aimed kick that shut the oven. I didn't bother to correct his language – I hadn't meant what I said before anyway.
'You OK?' I left the water running cold and took him gently around his shoulders. 'Come on, let me help you and get those fingers under the tap.'
'It's not that bad, I'm all right.' He shrugged me off.
'Like hell you are. Do it.'
When he showed no signs of obeying, I got as close to him as I possibly could and grabbed his hand and put it where it should be.
He was shaking, which made me slightly panic, the teacher had come out of me just then. But after a few seconds I realized he was laughing.
'Just wanted to see what you would do.'
'You did, did you? And what was that?'
I encircled him with my arms.
'That.' He said and let me for a few seconds. He tried to turn around but I wouldn't let him. 'Keep your hand there for a good five minutes at least.'
'It's fine…'
'End of discussion.'
Rogers
'Come on son, take that shirt off for me to wash.' I said as casually after I had put some burns salve on him. He'd refused at first – Dixon pride, I guessed – but in the end he let me. I guess he was also not used to being cared for.
I controlled myself and kept my voice neutral but I couldn't master my thoughts. He continued to eye me suspiciously.
I had a feeling of déjà vu which he must have had too. I was disappointed at least since I had hoped that he would start to trust me by then.
'Come on, I don't want anything from you.' Not strictly true but oh, what the hell.
He shrugged his shoulders and removed it quickly, throwing it over the closest chair. 'There, ya happy?'
If my eyes didn't deceive me, his were glinting with something akin to mischief. Was he just playing hard to get before?
'Very.' I said boldly and he proved that my assumption wasn't wrong when one second later it was he who pulled me closer to him.
I backed him up against the counter and he followed my lead willingly even as my grip on him got firmer. Once we reached our destination, he looked up at me grinning, but that vulnerability had returned, and I was in a hurry to see that playful side to him again. 'Ya got something there, boy.'
That did it, when he to my surprise and joy answered the magic words: 'Then do somethin' 'bout it.'
Of course, I kissed the worse of it off, but my finger suddenly belonged to someone else who reached around from the mixing bowl that was conveniently behind me. I stole some of remnants of the cake batter from it and guided it to his mouth. He looked at me for a second before his wet mouth licked it clean.
'What are you doing to me, boy?' I whispered. 'There isn't nobody like you.'
'There sure ain't.' He said with a certain arrogance to his voice that made me rock hard which he noticed that too, but he didn't put the brakes on what we were doing. The opposite actually. He broke our kiss by jumping up on top of the counter, and reclaimed my lips with his own.
Suddenly he wrapped his legs around me, trapping me even closer, and with sudden realization and excitement I cupped his jaw and smiled.
'You hard for me, Dixon?'
Rogers
'Now, remember,' I told him feeling like I was lecturing him again but it had to be said. Because he wasn't like any of the others. 'You can say 'No' anytime and I'll stop. No bad feelings, promise.'
He stared at me and I had to admit that it did maybe spoil the mood.
But thankfully he didn't react in the wrong way at my words, just hugged me closer to him. If I hadn't been so excited, I wouldn't have felt bad for him, it was so obvious he did this because he was so grateful that I didn't hurt him.
For me letting him have control.
Or rather, the illusion of being in control because I was pretty sure that he wouldn't worry so much if I made little slipups once I got him going.
Before I picked him up from the counter, my left hand instinctively grabbed the cake icer, shielding it from view as I guided him none too gently to the floor. I checked him over first to see if what we were doing still was OK with him. He didn't show signs of being scared or close to panicking. He even smirked at me as if to dare me and I found myself marveling at the change for the better since he'd moved in to mine.
'Guess what I'm going to with this?' I produced the cake- icer from behind me with a flourish. Saw his eyes grow wide with surprise and excitement.
'I'm going to 'decorate' you with this all over, and then lick it off every inch of you.'
I watched him intently and the most adorable thing took place right before my eyes: 'My, my, my, Mr. Dixon, I do believe you're blushing.'
'Shut up.' He laughed about it though and just turned his head away to hide his expression.
'Now why would you want to hide that gorgeous face of yours from me, huh?'
I playfully grabbed him by his chin and chuckled when he covered his eyes with his hand. But I could see him smiling and it was obvious he was actually having fun. I got the icer and loomed over him without anything as he uncovered eyes.
Then, I leaned down and kissed him and he responded by putting his legs around me, dragging me down. I fell on top of him as we giggled like a pair of high-school girls – but then again, he was still a high-school boy.
But I didn't want to think about that.
'Right! Jus' for that...'
He smirked up at me. 'How ya gonna punish me, Sir?'
He was directly challenging me, behaving more and more like himself. I grabbed the other surprise from behind me that he didn't know about, enjoying his bewilderment when he was expecting the icer.
'Ha!' I shook the can and squirted cream all over his face and continued my way down his chest until he looked like one of those cream-cakes thrown at the clowns in circuses. He laughed, no, I corrected myself, he giggled. I threw the empty can aside in my impatience at having temptation right there in front of me.
I couldn't wait any longer so I started to attack his face. Switching from licking it to leaving little kisses on it until I reached his mouth. Sometimes I wiped cream off with my fingers only to repeat what I did before with the mix from the bowl. He grabbed a hold of my wrist one time and planted a kiss on my palm that dumbstruck me with awe at this gesture of intimacy and trust. That was before he smirked and took my finger teasingly slowing into his mouth to suck on.
I'd just hovered over him up to now but I took my chance to straddle him. I had to be careful, I sensed that he didn't like me getting on top of him. I plunged my hands into his hair which seemed to calm him down and soon had him flinging back his head back in laughter. I hoped that whatever doubts he might have had would cease to be and that he would allow me to go through with everything I planned today. After that, it should be easier by now.
Then he just shifted slightly before he kissed me.
I moved down to his throat, licking and kissing the cream off him and to my surprise, he was moaning and bucking beneath me pretty quickly. Hastily, I turned him over and attacked the back of his neck but stopped when I recognised that small round scar there and froze automatically in horror.
Damn that evil bastard to hell!
'Baby...' I breathed and he whimpered.
'Did that happen a lot? Him burning you with his cigarette?' I smoothed back his hair.
He nodded without turning around, before he snarled, 'Sure, he loves havin' the power– deciding what and when and how it happens and when he wants to end it.'
'Do you me want to stop?'
'No! Fuck him. Don't let him win.' He growled.
I had swallowed what I really wanted to say, 'You poor boy.'
Knowing how much he hated pity and more than that, I didn't want to put a dampener on our fun, not when we were finally getting somewhere.
I grinned and laid a quick kiss right on the healing burn making him squirm before I kissed it and occasionally nipped at the skin around it. Imagining that bastard looking at my love-bites if Daryl was ever to return to him was making me hard. I wouldn't let that happen, of course, but fantasising never hurt anyone.
I lingered on his nape and throat – even though most of the cream was on his front and I didn't really have an excuse to do so. Nevertheless, I focused my mouth and tongue on those areas in particular because it seemed to drive him crazy and by the time I was through with him, he was whimpering but this time with pleasure. He was driving me crazy simply by just uttering those boyish moans. It left me anticipating how he would react when I turned my mouth and tongue to his other, more intimate areas. I shivered and groaned in lust at the thought.
Shit – I had to hold back then with a groan because I was really becoming excited and half the fun was dragging things out. Forcing myself to wait...making a boy under me ready for me so that in the end he was begging for it... and I could tell Daryl was getting warmed-up judging by the little gasps and moaning sounds he was making. Stopping what I was doing suddenly, I leapt up as another idea hit me.
'Sorry, I got an idea you are going to love.' I told him before I suddenly stopped loving him. He groaned, bewildered, confused making me immediately regret it.
'Why the fuck did ya stop?' He whined and I was relieved that what I had been thinking the whole time was confirmed to me - he was willing. More than.
'Just wait there.' Be back in a minute.' I grinned and couldn't help adding: 'Don't you dare move.'
I was impatient myself as I turned my back on him and went to the cupboard to grab the small glass jars of chocolate drops, pink and white sprinkles and the tube of maple syrup which he hadn't touched. Of course, he was a Dixon and wouldn't be seen dead decorating a cake with them. The syrup would have to do for lube – it worked as well and tasted even better. Even though we'd already had it with pancakes that morning. I fully intended to cover him all over with him. I was going to turn him into a real, edible cake! A real treat for me and for him, I hoped.
When I turned around, he was looking back at me, resting on his elbows and grinning cheekily and pointing the icer at me! Even better still – somehow in the few seconds I'd turned my back on him, he'd got his boxers off. When he saw me with the things I was bringing over, he gave a sly smile and opened his legs to show me that he was already half-hard from my earlier ministrations.
In the time I'd taken all of him in his naked glory, he'd squirted me with the icer. Causing me to drop the 'accessories' I'd brought with me.
He licked his lips and chewed his lower lip as he eyed me with faux schoolboy coyness. 'What ya gonna do, teacher - Mr. Rogers, Sir?'
'How about I make you feel good? Don't worry about doing the same to me.'
His eyes flashed and he licked his lips slowly with anticipation. Did he do that deliberately?
I wiped the icing out of my eyes and pounced on him. 'Right, you're in for it now.' I searched for any signs of fear or reluctance in his eyes and saw none.
Only laughing glee - a welcome change from the battered, broken boy who flinched at every little movement I made or sound whom I'd taken into my home only a mere days ago. I attacked his lips and pinned his arms to the ground without thinking. Realising what I was doing and that he naturally didn't like it, I immediately got off him and seized the icer.
He lay back and made a half-hearted effort to resist and snatch it back from me as I 'iced' his chest and down his front until it ran out. I cursed and got the cream and squirted him all over as I'd promised, focusing between his legs. Soon his groin was covered in a swirling mass of cream, syrup, and cake decorations. He gasped when I did that even though I hadn't yet touched him down there. Then I decorated him with the chocolate chips and sprinkles...and a few swirls of maple syrup but I had to keep some of that back for later.
For obvious reasons.
'F... Fuck...' He moaned when I worked my way down his chest, licking and sucking every last bit to clean him up. Focused on his nipples, pinching and twisting one with my hand while I worked on the other with my teeth and tongue. Then I swapped over... never neglecting one for the other while he hissed and arched his back.
'That's...amazin'.' He groaned. 'Uh...uh... ooh...Don't fuckin' stop!'
I took a break to chuckle. 'You like that...think what it'll feel like when I get down there.'
'What?'
'You ever had a blow-job, son?'
'N...No.' He blushed and looked down at the floor. 'Never but he...he... made him give him one all the time.' He bowed his head in shame.
'I know.' I replied sadly. 'I know he did.'
He shivered and turned away and I stroked his face reassuringly.
'I'm sorry to hear that and no-one is going to force anything on you that you don't want here, you know that, don't you, Daryl? Then it's about time you got to see what one's like 'cos if it's done right – it's amazing.' I reassured him.
I should have just gone ahead and done it and not said anything but you had to be careful with boys like Daryl who'd had had even the control over their own bodies snatched away.
He was nervy and skittish by nature anyway.
'Want me to stop, son?' I prayed that he wouldn't not least because it would be a waste of all my preparation but mentioning his father again and what he made him do had killed the mood.
'No!' He glared at me then and I was overjoyed to hear the Dixon steel lurking beneath those big, blue eyes.
'Ain't gonna let him control me no more.' He was echoing my own thoughts!
'Glad to hear that, son.' I brightened, pleased by this answer because I had a lot to show him. Like what pleasure oral sex could give.
I licked my lips and got to work. He was writhing and moaning – his boyish cries inarticulate by the time I buried my face between his legs. I teased him first by merely cleaning him up by licking most of the cream away but by then and he grabbed my head in his hands, already moaning wantonly and quivering. That was even before I took him in my mouth. Hard already – he only needed a few licks across the balls and he came pretty hard and fast into my mouth with a loud cry.
I had no problems with swallowing – wasn't squeamish that way.
'F... fuck...' He screamed, still shuddering with the aftershocks while I took him in my arms to rock him.
'How did that feel?' I kissed him on the forehead – a chaste gesture considering what I'd just been doing to him.
'I... I don't have words to describe it.' He gasped. 'I never knew sex could feel like that. Thanks.'
'Well, why do you think other people like it so much? And that was just the beginning.' I murmured in his ear and he clung to me like he was shipwrecked and I was a floating piece of flotsam. The whole time I was getting smeared with the remnants of icing, cream, syrup, sprinkles and chocolate drops on my clothes but I couldn't have cared less. Not when he was in my arms and willing.
The whole time I hadn't taken off my clothes and I wondered if he was ready for the next step but the last thing that I wanted to do was to rush him. But he was no virgin, thanks to his evil pervert of a father who I wished I was capable of murdering so that Daryl could finally be free of him and live his life without pain or fear.
And live with me as my adopted son, my mind whispered hopefully.
I waited for him to make the next move. And did he ever.
He surprised me by removing my shirt and undoing the buttons on my pants. Every move he made proclaimed how happy he was over being shown how much you could enjoy sex if it was done properly. He was confident about it too, even his hands that undid my pants were steady, not like before. Then he tugged them down around my knees.
He only showed slight hesitation when he brought my dick out. Time seemed to stop as I looked down at him, his cheeks blushing slightly and I instinctively stroked his hair.
'I have to admit I've been hoping for this. But I still meant what I said – I'm not expecting you to do anything to me in return. Only if you want to.'
He was silent for a few seconds before his tongue tentatively fluttered over my hardness and when he finally took me in his mouth, my thoughts into an incoherent mess.
He demonstrated his considerable skills by showing me that he could take me deeper than anyone ever could. I didn't dwell on why that was or why a teenage boy could do such a thing. I could relive the experience in my head later and besides I already knew the unfortunate reason.
For a moment I forgot how vulnerable and easily triggered he was when I held his head firmly in place as I was about to come. I reveled in the feeling of being given a perfect blowjob.
I mumbled what I hoped were soothing sweet-nothings to him as he tried to push me away. 'Just give me one more second.'
I tilted my head back and let him go as he pulled out. Needless to say, I was very disappointed but I didn't show it. I didn't realise what I'd done to make him stop until I saw the way he was looking at me – like we had taken a good few steps backwards in our relationship.
'Don't ya ever do that again!'
I didn't answer, he didn't need it now, and I was right as he furiously continued: 'Don't ya ever force me to stay like that again, ya hear me?'
'I'm sorry, I just got too excited. It won't happen again, I promise.'
'Don't make promises ya won't keep. I know what fuckin' happens next, how it goes. You'll be losing control next, just like he does. Bastard does that kind of thing for fun, enjoys it when I can't breathe properly. When he chokes me.'
The new details he was supplying me with horrified me to say the least. Especially that I did something that resembled the way his father treated him when he forced him.
I didn't move, something told me he wouldn't like it if I moved closer to him.
Not at that moment.
I cupped his face instead and tilted it up gently to be met with his eyes full with confusion.
Ignoring the stirring of my dick at the sight, I stroked his cheek.
'Look, I'm really sorry. I was just so enjoying myself that I did something I shouldn't have. You're the boss, I promise you that and I would even let you tie my hands up next time (he frowned) – I mean if there is a next time - to prove that to you. I'll keep them behind my back until you give me permission to touch you.'
He didn't seem 100% convinced but he nodded. 'All right, fair enough. Maybe you didn't know and ya done everything right so far.'
'I hope I won't make any more mistakes to upset you. I told you to say something if I do something wrong.'
'Yeah well, I didn't want to ruin it, not when you were having such a good time.'
'I would never hurt you on purpose but I might get it wrong sometimes. Do something that I can't see the harm in but it might make you uncomfortable. So, you need to tell me straightaway. I'll listen, promise. I'm not your goddamn father.'
He answered me by taking me back into his mouth, right then it was the best answer he could've given me. It said it all. That he was willing to give me another chance and to trust me.
'Remember what I told you before? That if a blowjob is done right, it's amazing? Amazing doesn't even begin to cover what you do to me, Dixon…'
My words trailed off, replaced by my moans.
