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 Twelve: You're Making It Worse Pt. 2
I reached the picnic blanket to see Iggy being loud and obnoxious. He seemed happy.. which meant he was probably done cooking then. Very happy with his new creation, presumably. I saw Fang sitting up and rubbing his forehead, his mouth stretching out his face in a quiet yawn. I walked over to him, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
"Yes, you did sleep for that long. And yes, in broad daylight," I teased him mercilessly, laughing happily. He moaned in response, irritated that I'd found a reason to annoy him. I continued laughing and he let go of his forehead, looking up at me and blinking several times. The remnants of sleep were still evident in his clogged face. He groaned once more, trying to swat me away. I jumped to the side for a few steps and then leaned back down again, standing and bending down a the waist to his eye level with my hands on my hips.
"Did you have a nice nap?" I continued to tease. He blinked again, wide-eyed and looking more alert now. I watched him observe something below my neck for longer than a moment as I spoke before he brought his eyes back up to look at me.
"Yeah. I did," he replied, getting up. Watching him, I bent back upwards. He walked towards Iggy, running his hands down the length of his face before shaking his head.
"Yo. Where's the water, man? I wanna wash up before dinner," Fang said to him. Iggy hummed delightfully, stirring whatever was in the pot and reveling in smelling the wafts coming from it. He face looked as though nothing could possibly destroy the good mood he was in now.
"I dunno man, weren't you and Max supposed to get some? I mean, you guys sure took a while when you were gone," Iggy replied, "I dunno where you put it though," he added. "Look around a little bit, or ask Max where she put the pail if she's back yet," he suggested. Fang turned around to look at me and groaned loudly, irritated. We hadn't gotten water, and he wanted to wash up. Next to that, Iggy had commented about how long we had taken. Fang's face was burning up. It disappeared in the next second or so though. In fact, it went away so quickly, I started to wonder if I had really seen it or not. Fang walked off the blanket, stomping around the perimeters of it like a 5-year-old with a temper tantrum.
I watched him bemusedly. Fang wasn't so great right after a nap, and not getting things when he wanted them right afterward didn't please him afterward either. I stifled a laugh at his antics. He shot me a glare, causing me to cover the large smile on my mouth with the back of my hand. It was only pissing him off even more that he couldn't blame anyone—it was his own fault that there wasn't water. I gave up trying to keep it in and burst out laughing, which woke up Nudge.
She lifted herself up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She jolted up awake in a nano-second though, a stark contrast to Fang's waking up ritual.
"Ooh, I smell food! It smells great, ahmygosh Iggy what'd you make? It smells deee-vine. I love that word, Max, isn't it so cool? It sounds to elegant and princessy, like like, something the queen of English would say. I heard that she doesnt live in the United States though, she lives in Endland or something, but the name starts with a 'B' right? Maybe it's called Endland cause she lives at the end of the world cause shes queen. But I swore I heard the place called by a 'B' name. Hmm.. maybe it was barbella. Or Barbatraina. Is that who barbies are based off of? The Queen of English? I thought she was like, you know, old and wrinkly though, Barbie is just so pretty..." and thus the Nudge channel started.. Fang rubbed his forehead. Well, he was definitely awake now, the Nudge Channel was on. All Nudge, all the time. Thankfully, Iggy cut her off.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he boomed. Gazzy imitated him, in a louder, announcer-guy-on-tv voice though, like an echo after Iggy.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Iggy repeated, "Bird and Avian-Humans alike.. I bring you Iggy's new masterpiece! Shish Kabob souffle au Birdkid!" he exclaimed excitedly. Angel started clapping and giggling, completely enthralled by his exaggerated performance. Smiling at her enthusiasm and Iggy's adorable sense of pride after his creation, I joined in. Fang threw me a smile from the corner of his mouth, and the entire flock began clapping for Iggy, who had stood up and began bowing, his arms spread out on either sides of him. Fang let out an breath, amused, entertained by his friend's antics.
We sat around in a circle on the blanket, digging into the gorgeous entree Iggy had made for us. Nudge was right—it really did taste divine—from the soup, to the dipping sauce, to the kabob sticks, to the gyro sets—it was awesome. Gotta love that Iggs.. he's definitely got a talent for these things. Feeling quite full, I leaned back, laying on the blanket.. my stomach felt good.. it felt like it was pounding and about to explode. One of the best meals I think I'd ever had.. except of course, what Jeb used to cook. Don't get me wrong though. Iggy is definitely a superlatively better cook than Jeb.. but something about Jeb's cooking.. it reminded you of.. of home.. a warmth.. Perhaps it was because the first actual sit-down meal I'd ever eaten was by him.. it was something you couldn't forget though. Even if he had messed up one night, and the food tasted horrible, there was still a spark, just because Jeb had made it.. I sighed, closing my eyes. I had to get these dumb thoughts out of my head. All day today I'd been having weird, strange thoughts. There was something wrong with me. Ugh.
"Hey, Max," Gazzy said to me, a few spaces down the circle. I looked at him, leaning forward to sit up. His fingers were sticky and submerged in the dipping sauce, and marinara sauce was all over his mouth. He was holding three kabob sticks in his hands simultaneously. That eager mouth of his was probably able to bite into all three of them at once though. I mentally shrugged—can't reprimand him for that, cause if I could do that, I definitely would. Our table manners definitely aren't.. the most refined in the world, if you catch the gist of it..
"Yeah?" I said to him.
"I think you need a bigger shirt. You're getting fat," he said bluntly, his face splattered with marinara sauce over more than half of it. I blinked at him. Everyone stared. It was suddenly just dreadfully quiet. Their eyes passed between his face and mine, across the circle, staring at him and then at me. I blinked again. Wha? I was getting fat? We were genetically altered Human-Avian Hybrid. We don't get fat. I mean.. until now, I guess...? O__o
Everyone stood at a standstill, food frozen halfway to their mouths. I kept staring at Gazzy. There wasn't a particular emotion on my face, I think, but I was confused. The silence was broken by snickering coming from the location of Iggy, a few spaces down the circle on my other side. That got me moving. I slowly turned my head from Gazzy to face Iggy. I stared at him. He held a kabob stick in one hand, and the other was hideously attempting to cover his mouth. Eventually, he gave up and started clutching his stomach, breaking out in fits of laughter. I glared at him murderously. Between gasps he started to speak,
"Aha-ha.. Gaz, my man.. You are—hah—so.. dead.. hahahah" he spoke hysterically. Eventually he stopped, straightening up, and at last noticing he was the only one laughing. Fang smirked, lightly coughing and looking away. I threw him a glare too.
"I'm like.. dead, aren't I?" he said raspily after a moment. His face had grown pale and stricken. That was a big ol' dumb moment right there. The smarter (and younger) flock members knew not to speak.. they were waiting to assess my reaction. The Gasman, finally understanding the implications of his own statement started to sweat bullets across the circle from me.
"M-max, I d-didn't mean it in tha-that way, I m-mean, l-like, y-y'kno-y'know," he began to stutter mercilessly. I watched some marinara sauce drip off of his chin. I kept staring at him. Nothing was really written on my face though.. What was I supposed to say, anyway? I heard Nudge and Angel begin to giggle, covering their mouths and looking at Gazzy. I turned over to look at them. The Gasman was completely terrified. That got me laughing too. He gulped hard.
"Whatever, Gazzy" I said to him with a smile. Soon, the entire flock started laughing, in relief, more than anything, probably. After a few minutes of good-natured laughter and who-knows-what anymore, I straightened up. Curiously, I asked the Gasman a question for real.
"Its Okay, but seriously though, why do you think that? We're so below the normal BMI for kids our age, Gassers. Its just sort of ridiculous for you to comment something like that," I said to him. He took my question in, and sat there.. sort of thinking about it. He looked my torso up and down—I was sitting with my legs crossed indian-style.
"Weell.. I dunno, but your shirt is like really really tight over there," he replied, pointing to somewhere on my chest, "I can even see dots and stuff," he said.
I looked down to my chest. He was right. There were two dots protruding out of the thin white cloth of my t-shirt. There were over each of my breasts. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nudge, Angel, and Iggy look down to their shirts and feel around. Nope, none of them had that problem. It was just me. I cocked an eyebrow curiously, looking down at my chest. I looked up to see Fang checking them out too. His face looked apathetic—oh, what a surprise. Iggy, looking rather worried, got up and walked over to me. He got down in front of me, squatting on his toes on the picnic blanket. He cocked his head towards Gazzy's direction after he had leaned down to me, "Really, man? You sure about that? As far as I know, that ain't normal," he said to him. Iggy looked rather concerned.
Iggy brought his hands up to my sides and gently brushed his hands over the area of my chest, feeling up and around it in all places. "Yeah, nevermind, you're right, I feel the bumps," he muttered worriedly. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Nudge had gotten back to eating, and I saw Gazzy reaching over to grab another gyro. Angel and Fang were watching me. Angel looked horribly worried, and confused at the same time while Fang was staring intently, but still with the same apathetic look on his face.
Iggy brought his hands down after assessing the situation, and then slid them up my shirt. I felt my breathing intensify as I felt his large, rough, calloused palms gently brush against my bare midriff, sliding this way and that. He slid his hands silkily up my sides first, feeling the generous curves that were placed in between my hips and waist. I felt him press down below my belly button with his two thumbs on either side while his fingers still hovered over my sides. The length of his two hands alone made up more than half of the width of the perimeter around my torso. I shivered subconsciously as I felt his hands travel up to my breasts. Each of his hands were placed over my breasts. I looked away from his face, my face feeling red hot. I looked in the wrong direction and caught sight of Fang staring at us with an unwavering, yet expressionless gaze. There was something in his eyes I couldn't place—that same expression I'd seen on his face the other day and this afternoon.
My breaths started coming out in deep, silent gasps. My head turned away from Iggy's sightless gaze, I made eye contact with Fang, feeling Iggy's fingers caress two considerable mounds of soft flesh. I stared deep into Fang's dark chocolate-colored eyes as my pelvis began to throb all over again. Fang kept on staring at us, at Iggy's hands up my shirt. The indentations of his aristocratic hands and his long lithe fingers and knuckles visible through the cloth of white shirt, stretching it tight against me. Hypersensitively aware of his exploring fingers, I felt Iggy's thumbs brush against the nubs that Gazzy had noticed visible through my shirt. The friction of the fingerprint lines on his index finger swirling around the nub sent fireworks rocket up my pelvis. The feeling of Iggy's lithe fingers rubbing against the tips of my bare breasts sent a sudden exhilarating feeling, an unexplainable sensation down to my abdomen, to the pit of my gut. I clamped my lips shut, gritting my teeth, refusing to make any more inexplicable moans. I closed my eyes, and turned my head to the other side, no longer facing Fang's gaze. Gazzy and Nudge were still eating, but I saw Angel watching Iggy as well. The look on her face was one of a confused adult, her eyebrows were furrowed and her jaw looking indignantly concerned. I raised my neck up and back as I felt Iggy's hands brush over the hard circles again.
"They're like, getting even bigger..!" he exclaimed, his eyebrows cocked up in surprise. He slid his hands out of my shirt, much to my relief. I sat there, clutching my chest and trying to catch my breath. What did he just do to me? Iggy sat back, his face looking fiercely worried, and then stuck hands up his own shirt to his own chest. I sat there, clutching my chest and watching him. Fang didn't release his gaze on me, but now he was intently speculating me, his head bent downwards. I watched Iggy shuffle around his skin beneath his own nondescript white t-shirt. I saw him rub around on his own breasts, and then his face suddenly calmed down, he breathed a loud breath of relief. His eyes closed, the worry visibly seeping off of his face rapidly. By this time, I had gotten myself together for the most part, but my chest was still tingling. The cloth of my t-shirt rubbing against my nipples made me hypersensitive of those feelings, but I tried to distract myself, focusing all of my attention on him.
"Phew.. Okay, nevermind. Its not that serious. Mine gets bigger too when I do that. Lets just ask Fang to pick up some bigger shirts for you next time he goes out," he said, sounding relieved and regaining a calm composition. I looked over to Fang, but his gaze still hadn't lifted from my chest.
"I'm going out to town tomorrow evening," he said in response to Iggy, while still staring at my chest. There was something dark sitting in his eyes. I suddenly felt rather self-conscious, and hugged my arms together around my sides. Iggy had gone back to his spot in the circle, and was currently working on getting something out of the wicker basket he had packed. I looked up to the sky to mentally measure the time. It seemed to be around about 7:30, but the sky was still clear and bright, the spring time weather, gorgeous. Turning, I heard a sudden shuffling of clothes. I could only catch sight of Fang's back as he turned and walked away from the picnic site.
I frowned. Where the heck was he going without any notice?
Iggy had heard him get up too, and turned around to face the spot that he had been sitting in previously.
"Where'd he go?" Iggy asked me, his neck straining to turn around from what he was working on.
"I dunno.." I absentmindedly responded as I looked off to the distance where I had glimpsed him walking off. A hint of anger grew within me. Why the heck did Fang make it so hard for me to keep track of him? I was growing more and more agitated by the second. I let go of my arms that I had been hugging around me, and stood up determinedly. Trying to find that hard-headed dumbass of a flock member of mine... many and more chores that came with being Flock leader. My left eye twitched as I stepped off of the blanket and into my worn sneakers. I so did not feel like doing this right now.
"I'm going off to find him," I said murderously to Iggy as I walked off in the same direction he had. I heard Iggy chuckling at my deathly tone of voice, probably imagining Fang's sweet, sweet death at my hands, as I begrudgingly made my way across the hill.
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It didn't take me too long to find Fang. He hadn't gone too deep into the forest, he was in a rush.
I stepped on a twig, ducking underneath a branch to catch sight of Fang: His boxers and jeans were pooled on the ground at his ankles and he was leaning against the dark brown wooded bark of a large tree with his palm, while the other hand vigorously pumped, stroking up and down his penis. He had already known I was there, but didn't look up to acknowledge me. He was focusing fully on what was in his hand, grunting and moaning unashamedly. He pulled the outer skin of his penis up and down quickly over and over again, like he wanted to be done quickly.
"Ugh.. ugh.. god... shit.. godammit," he let out in shallow breaths. He was being alot more outspoken than he had been this afternoon. I stood there for a moment, assessing the situation, before I sighed exasperatedly. The previous anger I had been building up, aimed toward him as I searched, disappearing in less than a second. Fang, what was wrong with him? Couldn't he just tell me about it?
"Fang, I told you to tell me. You promised me you would let me know. Do you know that I'm just about ready to smack you right now?" I said to him venomously. He ignored me, and kept on pumping up and down quietly. I walked over to him quickly with every intention to push him away and take over.
"NO, stop Max," he said loudly in a low, deep voice. I looked at him, half-surprised but agitated as well. How long was he going to keep doing this? It was getting pretty old, and damned irritating as well.
"Fang—," I started, before I suddenly got cut off.
"No, Max, I can do this quickly, just go back to the camp site, I'll be back really soon," he said calmly. He kept on pumping up and down swiftly. A soft groan escaped his lips, the elbow of the hand supporting him faltering for a moment. I looked at him dumbly.
"You're not okay. Let me do this." I said in no-nonsense voice.
"Max, you're not getting it.." He said, looking me straight in the eyes. He paused for a moment longer, before he passionately spoke, "You make it worse." His hand let go of his penis and he stood up straight, getting up from where he was leaning on the bark of the tree. He stood there in front of me, leaving his long hard penis hanging down between his legs to reach his thighs. He looked at me with every bit of seriousness etched on to his face. I felt confused.
"Wait, am I doing something wrong?" I asked worriedly, afraid that I had been hurting him all along. Fang shook his head, looking up for second before he answered.
"No, Max. Look, you just make it worse. I can't explain this to you. It gets harder and harder every time I think of you. When you have me in your hands, in your mouth, it just gets harder for me to stop. It just takes longer," he explained impatiently. A look of realization dawned on my face, but I still didn't quite understand.
"Wait, so you know when this happens now?" I asked him, concerned. He looked off to the side before answering me.
"No, yes, I think I know what makes it worse, maybe, I mean, I don't know. Maybe, 'cause I'm not exactly sure, but.. sometimes I just start thinking about you and it comes up and I get all uncomfortable and don't know what to do. Sometimes it just happens randomly. Sometimes it goes away by itself, but then sometimes its just so.. so.. fucking.. I can't," he spoke jarringly. I understood that he didn't quite know what he was saying, he couldn't quite explain himself because he didn't quite get it himself anyway. I sighed. He was trying.
"It's okay. We'll figure out, don't worry. Let me do this now," I said, taking all the information he had said to me, and storing it away in the back of my mind to mull over at another time. For now, we'd just get rid of the problem, for now.
"No, Max, it's quicker if I just do it myself," he said, turning back around to put his palm again the tree, leaning against it.
"What?" I asked, confused, all over again.
"Ugh, Max, just listen to me. Just go away, and I'll be back in a second. Just GO, Max," he said to me in a dead-serious manner, putting his hand back around the hard length hanging between his thighs. You really think I'd just mindlessly listen to whatever he told me to do? I'm Maximum Ride, leader of this flock. No one just tells me what to do. Well, except for Fang. But that's because he's Fang. Nevertheless, it's not like I'll just listen to him.
"Fang, why're you being like this? Just let me help," I pleaded, rather irritatedly.
"Max..," he said patiently, "If you do this for me, it's just going to take longer, trust me," he explained slowly, as if I were a five-year-old. Now that certainly irritated me. But he seemed to know what he was saying, so I judged that it was better to listen to him in this case, but regardless..
"Then what can I do? Isn't there anything I can do to help?" I asked him, confusedly.
Fang kept pumping up and down, not responding. I knew he had heard me. And I hate being ignored. No one ignores Maximum Ride. (Well, except maybe for Fang. But that's Fang, and like I said, it's not like I ever take it easily from him either). I was just about ready to storm up to him and shove him, hard, for not answering my question, but he saw me out of the corner of his eye coming forward towards me and beginning to speak. Still facing the bark of the tree, I saw him look at me from the corner of his eye, ready to say something, but hesitating. He stared at me for a moment longer, looking me up and down. I impatiently waited for him to just answer, tapping my foot.
"Max." he said. I cocked an eyebrow, folding my arms on my chest authoritatively. He turned from the tree and walked forward, closing the 6 feet gap between us. He was still about three feet away in front of me, when he stopped. He looked at me with his eyes dark, that same displaced look in his eyes I'd seen before.
"Sit down," he said quietly, looking at me. Confused, I did what he said, thinking that he'd want me to make sure the white stuff didn't get all over our clothes again, to catch it all in my mouth. But then why did he bother to put a fight about all this stuff 2 seconds ago? Especially if he was going to ask me to do something I meant to do in the first place. I didn't get Fang.
"Lift up your shirt." he said breathlessly. What? He didn't want me to catch all of it in my mouth, but lift up my shirt? Lift up my shirt? What did that have to do with anything? I looked up at him with an incredibly confused look on my face, sitting on the floor. He looked down at me, his eyes intense, his gaze unwavering.
"It'll get it done faster." I frowned, but complied. I lifted my shirt up to my waist, revealing my belly button and my midriff.
"Higher," Fang said gruffly. He was now gripping his penis in one hand, staring down at me. I lifted my shirt up higher, holding it up past the curve of my breasts but not beyond the center point of them. The folded edge that resulted from my hands lifting the edge of the shirt to my neck barely brushed against the bottom of the light brown centers.
"You can rest it on top.." Fang instructed in a whisper, staring deep into my eyes, as he began to pump his hard penis slowly. He was no longer looking at me, his gaze focused on my chest completely. Rest it on top? What does that mean? Oh, he meant to let go of the edge of the shirt. My hands would eventually grow tired of holding it up to my neck. I looked down to the half-exposed bottom of my bare chest, and lifted the fold resting against the tips higher. I gently tucked the sides in below my dark armpits. The tucking didn't seem to stay still, but the shirt still stayed up, resting on top of the circular curves that opened up my chest, bunching up lightly below my neck. My upper body was exposed to him. The sky was getting a little bit darker now, growing a deep indigo, but the light from the white clouds still graced us. A slightly chilly wind passed between us, and I felt goosebumps on my midriff and exposed arms. I felt a popping sensation on my boobs as I looked down and saw that the nubs had extended. Curiously, I reached down to touch one, twisting it around. I liked the way it felt.
"Uh.." I breathed at the sensation that came from twisting it. It was strange. It felt.. painful.. but I liked it. It made me feel like something heavy was hanging down from my crotch all over again though. I quickly let go of it, blushing deeply at the noise I had just made. I looked up to see Fang. Luckily, I don't think that he had noticed, distracted by his own ecstasy. He groaned, looking up for a moment into the sky, but his gaze immediately returned to my exposed chest, settled underneath my t-shirt, scrunched up. The amount of intensity he was putting in the gaze startled me.
"Max.." he said in between loud breaths. I looked up, he was pumping vigorously, his knees bending forward a bit to stick his pelvis out in front of him.
"I like it when.. you touch it, a lot," he groaned out the last part, and closed his eyes for a moment, focusing solely on vigorously stroking up and down. Surprised at his confession, I absentmindedly brought my hand up to a nipple, and held it between two fingers.
"Like this?" I asked him carefully.
"Yeah.. stay like that for a second.." he said, his eyes, now open, were fully focused on the two soft mounds of flesh on my hands.
"Pull it to the side a little bit.." he asked of me. With my finger, I pulled my boob by the nipple to the side a little bit, stretching it out warily. I looked up at him. This was feeling really good.. but I don't think I liked it. I felt uncomfortable all over.
"Let go," Fang said in between deep gasps. I let go of the nub, watching my breast bounce back to meet the other one. It felt like I needed to pee again. My breasts shook, jiggling erotically at the reverberating impact I had thrown on them. I felt a throbbing in my pelvis again. I gulped.. These feelings.. They made me feel weird.. strange.. I liked it, I didn't like it.. and I was so confused. I distracted myself, focusing on Fang. He was now breathing roughly, still staring at my breasts jiggle. He was so encapsulated by them, it also made me feel frightened.. self-conscious, nearly. With a loud groan, he released onto the ground floor in front of him. A small droplet splattered onto the inside of my left breast. I looked down to it, and rubbed it away, meshing it into my skin. Fang breathed deeply, catching his breath as he watched me. He swiftly pulled up his pants and boxers and began to buckle them in front of me.
"Let's get back quickly," Fang said.
We left the pile of ejaculation fluid on the floor and walked back to picnic site. He was right—it was important for the flock not to notice anything. We couldn't have them worry. We began to head back to them. It was silent between us, both of us consumed in our own thoughts.. We reached sight of the flock in 2 or 3 minutes, when Fang suddenly turned around to look at me. He looked at my chest. My shirt was riding up over one breast, and hanging over the other haphazardly, my right breast completely exposed to him while the left had a stream of cloth scantily hanging over it. Deep in thought as we were walking, I had hardly noticed. My face felt red as I followed his gaze and looked down. I looked back up to him to see his eyes staring. His head bent down, he met my eyes through his lashes.
"Pull your shirt down Max," he said darkly. I noticed that his eyebrows were furrowed dangerously.
His tone of voice nearly frightened me. I would've been angry at him for having the audacity to order me around, if only my face hadn't been so red at that moment. I turned around and yanked it down to cover me. I straightened myself out before I turned around, only to see Fang's back. He had kept walking without me.
It was so hard these days. I never knew what was going through Fang's head.
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