Summary: What if Max and the Flock had never gotten "the talk"? What is the outcome of an adolescence without an adult and knowledge of societal norms?
Chapter Ten: You're Making It Worse
Fang and I walked into the area of trees until we were a safe distance from the flock, so that even Iggy's supersonic ears wouldn't be able to hear. Looking around and surveying the area—the ground was rocky, twigs everywhere—I heard a shuffle of clothes from the corner of one ear as Fang leaned back against a tree.
I turned around to face him, my eyebrows furrowed, worried.
"Fang—" I started, as Fang took a deep breath, opening his eyes.
"Wait.. I think, I think I'm okay now," he cut me off looking off to the side. His voice sounded completely normal now, his arms folded on his chest. He looked fine too. Feeling slightly skeptical.. or paranoid, I suppose, would be appropriate.. I glanced down to his jeans. I tried to assess it, but I wasn't very sure as to what his crotch was supposed to look like either swollen or normal. I looked back up to his face, meeting his eyes. His face lacked emotion, but I could see the irritation written all over it. He felt like I was smothering him, overreacting. Thats what you get with Fang.. he barely cares about himself.. tries to make everything look like its nothing.
Okay. So he really did seem fine. But that didn't stop my paranoia. Afterall, he could just be lying. He lied yesterday. Just cause I made him promise, doesn't mean that he'd listen. I mean, it's Fang afterall. It's not as if he's got the most respect for me in this entire flock...
"Fang, I still want to check," I said to him worriedly. He sighed, sounding very annoyed. He glared at me for just a moment, and then got up off leaning on the tree and began to step off the protruding roots on the forest floor, looking like he had every intention to head back to the picnic site right away. My left eye twitched. Oh, he so did not just ignore me...
In a flash I got in front of him, shoving his shoulders back. Not expecting it at all, he fell backwards, his back hitting the bark of the large tree trunk.
"Fang, you had better not be fucking lying to me, got that?" He glared down at me, with his dumb height advantage. This irritated me further. I was just about to kneel down and check if he was alright now for myself. He shoved me back before I could fully reach down.
"Max, don't touch me," he said clearly, his eyes still squinted in the glare. I sighed loudly, agitated. Two or three feet apart, we stood at a standstill. He was being so stubborn. I sighed again, quietly this time, and looked down.
"Fang.. I'm not trying to be overbearing.. But there's something wrong with you. We both know it. I need to see if you're okay, Fang."
His gaze softened as the words poured out. He sighed again, this time in retaliation, but didn't loosen up. His stance was still tense.
"Ugh, Max, you're not getting it. I'm fine right now, but you shouldn't touch me," he said exasperatedly, turning his head to the side to look at something in the distance. He spoke as if I was the one who was being stubborn. I shook my head at him incredulously, walking closer until I reached him. I knelt down in front of him. He turned his head back to me, looking down on me. He shook his head at me disappointedly again, but didn't stop me.
From my position kneeling down on the forest floor, I looked up at him, following to bring my hands up and meaning to unbuckle his pants. He paused for a moment longer, as if I'd actually dare to not listen to him. Once he saw that I was serious, catching sight of my hands reaching up to waist, he quickly turned his head to side. Swiftly, he unbuckled his belt himself, unbuttoning his jeans, and then flicking them down to his ankles. I mentally rolled my eyes. Prestige with him, even after all this..
He rolled his eyes, standing before me in a very faded black t-shirt and crisp dark navy boxers, his head turned to look off to the side, his arms folded in front of his chest. I brought my hands up quickly and slipped his boxers down to his knees. His head was still turned to the side, refusing to look anymore.
Looking at his pelvis, I frowned. He was right. It lay there, soft, limp, not looking so engorged as I'd seen it be previously. I frowned harder, not wanting to admit it.
"You're right," I said crisply. Fang didn't respond in any way. His arms were mobile by his sides, his head still turned to the side. He was being obnoxious about his rightness. Ugh, Fang..
I ducked my head slightly under to check the ball-like sacs behind them. My head nearly between his knees, I reached up to feel them, to make sure they were soft. I rubbed them in and out for several moments, satisfied at the lack of sphericalness I felt in them. I mentally nodded to myself, relieved. Fang's head turned back to face forward, looking down at me. I pulled my head back, taking my hand out from under, about to slip his boxers up to his hips again, just when my hand brushed against the cylindrical form above those two sacs. Except for the fact that it wasn't so soft anymore. My eyebrows furrowed, and I looked at it curiously, surprised.
Fang grimaced down at me.
At first I thought I had imagined the hardness that had brushed against the outer side of my wrist. I put both my hands in fists around it, to press down on it, as I had done to his balls, and make sure it was still soft. It just felt harder though. I frowned harder, feeling like I'd messed up somehow. It curiously felt like it was growing larger and harder in my very hands. I looked up to see Fang looking down at me, a look on his face I couldn't quite place. It was less of pain, the irritation on his face now swelling away, now filled with something else.
"Max.. what're you doing?" he almost whined. His voice had grown gruff and shallow now. I felt his penis in my hands, growing stiffer and filling up the excess skin, becoming larger by the second. I furrowed my eyebrows again. At this rate, I'd get wrinkles. Very, very soon.
I'd messed up somehow. Made a mistake. So I had to fix it. Help him somehow. I began to pump my hands up and down his large, engorged penis. My thumbs and index fingers applied pressure, coordinating with one another. Fang looked down on me, his face overcome with something, no longer irritated at me or angry with me. I heard a groan escape his mouth, so quiet that a normal person probably would not have been able to hear it. I continued to slide my hands up and down his large member, feeling very upset with myself. He had been fine, and then what had happened?
Suddenly, his hands pushed mine away.
"Fang, what're you doing?" I asked him, getting further upset with myself. He caught his breath quickly and responded
"It's gonna get everywhere, and we don't have an extra set of clothes to change into. The flocks gonna ask questions if we get the white stuff all over us," he said to me seriously, "I don't want the flock to know anything about this until we figure out what's wrong," he continued. His hand held his hard penis by his right thumb and forefingers. I absentmindedly noticed that he seemed to be in so much more control of himself. He didn't seem so flustered, so overwhelmed, pained, or desperate. Maybe this was a sign that he was getting better, I hoped in the back of my mind. From the floor I looked back up at him. What he said made sense, but what were we supposed to do? Fang looked down at the hand holding his crotch, as I spun thoughts around in my head, staring at it too. I reached up, touching the hand embracing his penis, tilting it towards me. I placed the index finger of my other hand on the tip of it's bulbous head, absentmindedly noticing the arrow-like shapeliness of the end. Fang watched me carefully, that strange unplaced gaze still lingering in his eyes.
"The fluid comes out of here, right?" I asked him, rubbing the head this way and that, thus causing Fang to gasp inaudibly. He nodded silently, his adams apple bobbing up and down dangerously.
"Okay," I replied. I leaned forward, closer to him, moving his hands off of it and enclosing it in my own. "Make sure all of goes into my mouth, so it doesn't splatter everywhere, alright?" I said determinedly.
"Wait, what?" Fang said loudly. His eyes widened.
"No, no. What if you swallow some of that? What if this thing does some shit to you ?" He said loudly. He was nearly shouting. And that was big. Fang nearly never raised his voice in general. He jerked his pelvis away from my hands. I glared up at him, grabbing his penis, bringing it closer to me again. Did he think I didn't know that? My well placed glare spoke a thousand words, but Fang just lifted his jaw and kept shaking his head, his eyes still wide.
"Max, don't.. seriously. It'll go away by itself, trust me, it will, it eventually always does" he said sternly, trying to make me stop. I looked back up at him, still glaring. I squeezed the penis in my hands extra hard, eliciting a loud groan from him, "UGH, Max..," he squeezed his eyes shut, relishing in the feeling.
Taking advantage of his distracted disposition, I looked back down it at my eye level. I ran up and down it one more time, eying it carefully. I positioned it right in front of me, and then my head slowly came forward, my mouth opening to let it enter. I hard a sharp gasp from above me, and then it was quiet as I pushed it further into my mouth. One hand stayed on the base of his penis, rubbing up and down its mid-length. My mouth could only hold the head and a little bit more. My other hand reached back behind him to rub the hardening sacs. I could feel balls forming in them now. I rocked my head back and forth, my neck moving forward and back, up and down. I looked up for a moment. Fang was looking down at me intently, his hands stiff at his sides. He didn't utter a single moan after that first one, but his heartrate was quickening by the second, his breathing growing harsh. He didn't take his eyes off of me, so startlingly unlike the first time this had occurred in his bedroom a few nights ago.
I looked down and forward again, working to focus on it, moving back and forth. The foreign substance in my mouth felt like it was growing even harder. My tounge licked around the cylindrical head as my hands kept pumping up and down and rubbing. I kept licking my tounge around and around it, trying to feel for some type of fluid excreting from it. My eyes were shut tight, my mouth hard working to fiercely accommodate the large form taking harbor in my mouth.
Suddenly to my surprise, I felt a hand brush across my forward. I opened my eyes and relaxed my tongue for moment to look up. Fang still had his gaze on me, intently watching me, his chest moving up and down as he took deep shallow breaths. I heard another quiet moan come from him as his hands brushed the hair splayed haphazardly over my face out of the way. He didn't break eye contact with me, the intensity was startling. I looked up at him for a moment, and then got back to work again. I felt his hands run through my hair, pulling it back and holding it to the side for me as I bobbed my head up and down on his engorged penis. His knees bent a little bit, to make it easier for me, one hand holding my hair back and the other resting on my shoulder. His eyes were not glazed over, but serious and alert, looking at my face with a startlingly pointed gaze.
Suddenly, I felt a small bit of fluid release from from the tip of his penis in my mouth. My tongue ran over it several times, whisping it away. Feeling superlatively satisfied, I started bobbing my head on it up and down faster, squeezing his sacs harder and twisting his penis harder. I heard Fang hiss slightly above me, "Agh.." he gasped out, throwing his head back with his eyes now shut tight. I was moving faster and faster, despite how hard it was for me to accommodate his large member in my mouth, but he was getting closer to release, and from experience, it seemed that it was always hardest near the end.
At some point along the way I felt pressure on the back of my head. The hand that was holding my hair back had now been brought forward to hold my scalp, gently pushing it forward into him rhythmically. Fang was no longer looking down on me with his intent gaze, his adams apple bobbing up and down threatening, his face was tilted up to the sky, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes gently closed.
Keeping in the rhythm that his hands were pushing his penis into my mouth in, I suddenly felt a giant squirt come out of the tip of his penis, exploding tumultuously into the back of my throat. I pumped harder and faster, feeling the sacs slowly soften as more squirts began to fill my mouth. I tried my hardest not to swallow, I was feeling like choking and throwing up, but I tried not to very hard. I felt the throbbing of his penis die down, his hands let go of me, resting at his sides. The last squirts pathetically ejaculated from him, and I felt sticky line of fluid trickle out of the corner of my mouth down to my chin as room ran out in my mouth.
Fang gently pulled out of my mouth, I closing my lips shut tight through as the length exited, to keep anymore of the white substance from escaping from my mouth. His penis growing softer, he laggedly sat down on his butt on the forest floor, facing me. I looked at him, my eyes wide, my throat strained, and my cheeks full. The white fluid was leaking out of my mouth from more then one area. I leaned forward on the ground on my palms, and opened my mouth, the white mucus-like fluid taking its slow time to drip out of my mouth onto the forest floor. I stayed like that for a while. 5 or 10 minutes, with white stuff trickling out slowly. At some point through, Fang leaned forward, running his hands through my hair and pulling it back, so it didn't get wet. We watched the last bits of the large amount wade out, and then Fang slowly pulled me back on my knees. He turned my chin so that I face him, and he searched for something in my pupils for a second before he looked down to my chin, and wiped away the excess white fluid that had trickled out of the corners.
"Max.. You didn't have to do that," he said quietly. His eyes however, looked pained. I shook my head again. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to say it again. He'd better get used to the idea of me taking care of him. He was a part of this flock, and I was the leader. I'm supposed to take care of him, not the other way around, despite whatever we had exchanged in the beginning, when Jeb had left me so vulnerable. That one situation did not change the fact that I was the leader. He'd better stop reprimanding me and start treating me as one too. This must've gotten the message through, I hoped.
Not having anything to say in response, I absentmindedly recalled yesterday. I put my arms around his waist and sunk my head into his chest, hugging him. Apparently, it was to his large surprise. He wasn't quivering like he had been yesterday, and he was already in control of himself. He hesitantly and awkwardly put his hand ontop of my hair in return of the gesture. I looked up at him from his chest, sitting on the uncomfortable twiggy forest floor.
"Do you feel better now?" I asked him after the moment.
"God, Max.. That, that was incredible. It was so hot and wet.. Your mouth was so... tight.." he said earnestly in a shallow breath. I furrowed my brows in confusion. He sounded like he was saying it in a positive connotation. I looked up at him quizzically.
"It felt.. it felt.. so good," he said to me, tilting his head down. A look of appreciation was written in his eyes.
I raised my eyebrows.
"Good?" I repeated, trying to make sure I didn't hear incorrectly. I reached over to slip Fang's boxers up over his softened penis, but he reached down and did it himself as he saw my hands approaching it. He got up and pulled his jeans up from his ankles, buttoning and buckling them as well. I guess there were certain components of prestige you couldn't take away from him, regardless of the number of boundaries broken.
"Yeah.. it was incredible.." he replied in the same manner. I was confused, but Fang didn't seem to understand my confusion. He still seemed pretty out of it, considering he hadn't sensed my confusion yet either. I'd ask him about later. I looked up, trying to measure the time in the sky from the sun, but the thick forest trees blocked the majority of the skylight save for a few patches of light that graced us down below.
"We should head back to the flock now. I don't even know how long it's been.." I said to him worriedly. I got up, straightening out my white t-shirt, and dusting off the dirt from the knees of my jeans. I reached over to pat my hair down that Fang had mussed up previously when he had been rocking himself into my mouth and felt a hand suddenly fall ontop of my own, pushing it away.
Fang bore over me with his height, picking a few stray leaves and some twigs out of my hair. He leisurely searched the top of my head carefully to perfection, gently combing it down with his fingers. I stood there, letting him, whilst feeling slightly unarmed. The feel of his fingers pressing lightly, gently into my scalp, alternately applying pressure while running through my hair down to the back of my neck caused me to feel strange. Somewhere, in the pit of my stomach, I felt like I shouldn't be feeling something like this as I relished in the feel of his fingers caressing my scalp. I liked it, but it felt like something wrong, something new, some foreign feeling that I wasn't supposed to be feeling.. I shouldn't be enjoying.. I felt a deep aching throb in my abdomen and my chest tighten nervously as if clenching around something hollow. The cloth of my shirt felt uncomfortable rubbing against my front. My breath quickened slightly and I felt hypersensitive of that aching throb in the pit of my gut. He looked down at me apathetically after he was done.
"Let's go," he said turning around and beginning to head back to the flock.
I turned around and clutched my chest, catching my breath. My heart was beating ultra-fast, my pulse was racing. That doesn't happen to the Maximum Ride, I told myself. Determinedly, I turned around and stared at Fang's back on the lawn, his hands slouched into the pockets of his jeans. I watched him leisurely walk back to the picnic site wondering what he had just done that obviously he himself, hadn't acknowledged. Staring at his back for a moment longer, I blinked away those curious feelings and ran up to catch up with him.
Fang is NOT a pedo. Angel is NOT horny. Dear god. O___O
Angel is a mindreader.. whatever. Explanations for that particular scene will come up in the story later on..
Thanks for all the responses to the epic AN from before.
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And yeah.. about this whole repititiveness. Well the timeline is on the third day. This is the third day. The first subplot (this one) will end on the third day. SO DONT WORRY. IT WILL SOON BE OVER. AND ON TO DIFFERENT, EQUALLY IF NOT MORE, RISKY THINGS.
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