Note: I apologize for the TERRIBLE delay with this. I was travelling for two weeks, so otherwise this chapter would come around earlier O_O

Either way, expect things to get fairly... Interesting from now on, regarding the interaction between Dave ad his admirer *hehe* I just hope it doesn't feel like i'm rushing things X_X I mean, we had enough build up, right?

Chapter 13: I'm Not The One At Fault, The Hormones Are

The next two days, Dave didn't send any e-mails back to Mike. After all, he did tell him to only answer when giving his last messages enough thought, didn't he? And Dave was making sure to analyze those carefully.

Although, it wasn't like his thinking was doing him any good. There were three key factors which were making things complicated for the younger Strider.

First of all, he had never considered any kind of romantic interaction with anyone of the same gender, let alone a stranger. He had a few thoughts about some of girls at school. And maybe Jade. But never other boys, but lo and behold, there was him entertaining thoughts of locking lips with some guy.

The other problem was their obvious age gap. Dave wasn't the kind to fantasize about people much older than him. The further he went to was to think about some actresses from the TV, but what teenage boy never had dreams about older, yet highly attractive female stars?

Last but not least, it was particularly complicated to visualize that scene when he had no idea how Mike looked like. Coming to think of it, Dave never asked anything about the man, like his age or at least some basic info about his appearance. Maybe those would make things a bit easier on his end. Even if the guy lied about his looks, which was likely, it was better to have a fake image than none at all.

So, when Wednesday finally rolled in, Dave found himself typing a new message to Mike.

hey dude
help a guy out
you told me to think about that riveting kissing scene between us
and not that my imagination is limited
but you could at least give me a few hints on how you look like
you know to make things easier on my end

He didn't have to wait too long for a reply.

I apologize for that. It was kind of rude of me to never give you a proper description of myself. It certainly isn't fair that I know exactly how you look, while you are left in the dark.

Well, as I told you before I'm not old. I'm still on my thirties, short dark brown hair, brown eyes... I suppose my height and build are average? Can't really complain about how I look.

Also, I realized maybe a kiss was too straight forward? Maybe I could have delayed such an action a bit? Take my time to run my fingers through your hair and caress your face, plant kisses on your cheeks? Does that sound less intimidating to you?

Feeling his cheeks warm up as he read the last lines of the message, Dave quickly shook his head to dismiss that feeling. Why the hell was he blushing in response to it? He was supposed to be messing with the guy and not getting allured by him.

He began typing a reply to distract his mind.

dude whatever floats your pedophilic boat
if you want to take it slow or go all out
i dont care

But what you want is also important.

How are we supposed to enjoy ourselves if the both of us aren't truly involved?

So, Mike was assuming he wanted to get involved, even if he never mentioned anything about it. Dave figured he kind of deserved that for giving some random stranger so much attention.

Alright, dude wanted to play? He would play then.

fine
lets do your thing then
so you are all lovey dovey patting me on the head and petting my face like im some precious little girl
hope you are keeping those hands above the waist though

I wouldn't dream going beyond anything you are not comfortable with. Although, I'll admit the idea of running a hand up your thigh is an endearing one.

Still, I'll keep such an activity for a later date.

Tell me Dave, what would you like me to do? What appeals to you? Maybe me caressing your neck with the tip of my fingers, or perhaps massaging your shoulders? After all you seem quite tense in some of those pictures. You shouldn't be nervous though. You are a beautiful boy.

I'm sorry I threw another compliment at you, even though you told me not to. But I find it hard to hold back.

Dave stared at the screen of his computer for long minutes, eyes a bit wide behind his shades. He honestly didn't know what to make out of that message.

On one hand, he was almost flattered by how fascinated Mike seemed to be with him, to the point of giving him control of the situation, in a way. He was allowing him to call the shots.

On the other, that was pretty damn weird, and the younger Strider thought about calling it quits and pulling all the breaks on that plan. Everything started off as a joke, almost a prank, but now he was pretty sure things would end up getting serious if he continued with such a charade.

Still, he was curious. He knew Mike wanted to go far, but just how far? What was he willing to type down to some thirteen year old? He kind of wanted to find out.

His curiosity and flattery won over the weird feeling on the back of his mind, and he carefully thought about his next message.

what i want
you seriously asking a kid what they want to do in a setting like this
dude you are really really fucked up
but alright lets humour you and your wacky fantasies
lets say i want you to run your fingers through my hair like you said
then you can lean forward and whisper some fucking sweet nothings in my ears as you scratch behind them
shit would make me melt in your hand faster than a popsicle on the damn sahara
and hell why not kiss me
shove your tongue in my mouth and just go on with it
then keep going as you pass your arms around me and put me as close to you as humanly possible
we both know you want that
feel my small body against yours

In all honesty, Dave didn't know where more than half of his message came from. He began writing on a whim and pressed "send" pretty much without reading what he wrote.

He was quite surprised with himself. And a bit proud.

It took longer than Dave expected for Mike to send him a reply. He was quite sure he had stumped the older man with such a blunt and "straight to the point" e-mail.

He was almost excited when he got the notification for the stranger's message.

You sure are a piece of work kid. Who would have thought you are beautiful, smart and, to top it all off, so bold?

I can do all the things you mentioned and more. When I pull you closer, I can make you to sit on my lap, not to mention leave your lips to place kisses all over your neck.

Also, I can't help but wonder what else is stored inside your mind. I'm quite sure that if I stimulate your thoughts the right way you'll have the best reactions.

Shaking his head, Dave couldn't help but chuckle. The whole situation was so weird and absurd there was nothing he could do but laugh it off. That guy was getting excited with the prospect of what he could get from him, and far from the younger Strider to stop everything now. It was obvious that was going to be fun. Even if completely wacky.

Sure there was this funny feeling in the bottom of Dave's stomach as he read Mike's reply, but he ruled that off as anxiety regarding what would follow.

alright but whatever little games you have in mind youll have to wait
i got things to attend to

Not a problem. I can wait as much as you need me to. Although I won't say I'm anxious to know what thoughts may pass by your head.

I hope to hear from you soon though.

Dave stretched on his chair as he finished reading the last e-mail of the day. He sure as hell was going to make that guy wait a bit. After all, he needed to think about what he could type down to make Mike even more... anxious.

Although, something was bothering Dave a bit, and it had nothing to do with the stranger. It mostly concerned his brother.

Bro was literally like oxygen. He was everywhere, watching every move of his, but apparently his conversations with Mike were going by unnoticed by his brother, and that was strange to say the least.

Maybe all his work with the site, the pictures and the smuppet making, not to mention the occasional dj-ing at clubs, were distracting him too much? It could be a reason. After all, as much as his brother could multitask, even he couldn't handle taking care of all of those things and keep a vigilant eye on him.

Dave decided it was better not to think about that too much. After all, even if Bro knew, he wasn't going against it, yet, so it was probably better to leave it be.

Either way, he had a plan going: he would make Mike wait 'till the weekend to send him any manner of message. He wanted to get the guy to play the waiting game for a bit. It would probably do him good.

Although, it was kind of hard to hold on to that idea when he went to sleep that night, after re-reading the message he send Mike by impulse, and thinking about it a bit too much.

There was a second dream, way clearer than the one he had a few days before. He was sitting at some couch which certainly wasn't his, no shades on, by the side of a tall, mildly built guy, with the same hair and eyes Mike loosely described him. There was a hand resting on his shoulder and lips were almost dangerously close to his ear.

"What a beautiful boy..." A deep, whispery voice entered Dave's ear, and he almost instantly gripped the fabric of his jeans.

The soft breathing against his skin was sending shivers down his spine, and he could almost feel his face going red when he felt the fingers which were once holding onto his shoulder softly brushing against the back of his neck.

"Are you scared?" Lips brushed against his skin and the tip of a tongue flickered against his earlobe, causing him to silently sigh.

The young Strider just limited himself to shake his head in response. Fear wasn't really what he was experiencing, but he was feeling something alright. That same weird feeling at the bottom of his stomach he felt earlier.

The man - whom Dave, after waking up, recognized as being a personification of Mike - pulled him closer, and fingertips touched his chin and guided his head to look to the side. Before Dave knew it, brown eyes were burning right into his red ones, but not for long, as the young Strider shifted his gaze to the side, cheeks and body warming up.

The boy flinched slightly when lips brushed against his and fingers softly gripped the hair on the back of his head. He soon could feel the tip of a tongue barely brushing against his half-opened lips, and his body warmed up even more.

Dave wanted to move his arms and hands, push Mike back a little, because he was feeling overwhelmed, but it felt like he had lost all the will to fight and was willing to give himself to the man next to him. Or at least that's what he supposed his body was telling him with all the heating up, sweating and heart racing.

Lips were pressed a little bit stronger against his, and the tip of a tongue pushed against the small open space in his mouth. He showed little to no resistance to it.

The fact that the kiss came out as rather sloppy from his end came as no surprise to Dave. After all, as far as he was concerned his experience in kissing was none, and not even dreaming was being able to fix the problem. Although, that didn't seem to be enough to stop the older man from keep going with it, pressing his lips against the boy's ever stronger, while sucking on his tongue and nibbling his lips.

There was a muffled groan from Dave as his eyes closed and he allowed himself to indulge in all those foreign and overwhelming sensations running through his brain and spreading all over his body. He was so lost in feelings that he barely noticed when a hand was placed on his thigh.

"Your heart is racing…" The kiss was broken and that single line was whispered against Dave's lips, and he searched his brain for an answer, but in vain.

"I wonder if I can make it race even more…"

The dream suddenly blacked out, and Dave's eyes snapped open as he sat up in one go, cheeks burning red while his eyes scanned his room frantically. It took him a few seconds to register he was sitting on his bed, with the morning light already bathing his room and his alarm clock was ringing.

Reaching for the clock, he turned it off, mind still a bit dazed as he stared at his own lap, breathing in and out deeply. When his thoughts were more properly organized, he wasted no time on cursing himself mentally.

What was that all about anyway? Was he honestly dreaming about and getting turned on by those messages? That sure wasn't the plan he was going for. Wasn't he trying to pull a prank on Mike? He wasn't supposed to feel anything towards him, dream or not.

Pretty much throwing his alarm clock to the side, Dave got up from his bed and slowly walked to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He really needed to pull himself together. He wasn't going to be stupid and fall for whatever Mike was trying to do with his head. That dream was probably only a slip. His young mind was most likely just a bit impressed by those.

It was definitely just that.

Maybe.

Done with his morning routine, he went back to his room to change into his everyday clothes, and quickly left for the front room to be greeted by his brother pouring bowls of cereal.

"You are up early." Bro said as he reached for the milk. "You are finally learning how to wake up by yourself without me having to throw smuppets at you."

"Why can't you try and wake me like a normal person would?" Dave huffed, before a bowl of cereal with a spoon in it was shoved at him.

"Would you rather go back to the bicycle horn?" Bro smirked, and couldn't help but snort when Dave angrily pulled the bowl of cereal from his hand.

The younger Stride went to sit on the couch to eat, and was shortly followed by his older brother. As they ate, they stayed in silence, which was common, but Bro sensed that there was something more to it, by how slowly Dave was eating and how he seemed to stop at times to stare at seemingly nothing.

"Hey, what's up? It's not like you to eat at such a slow pace." Bro asked before swallowing another mouthful of cereal.

"Hm? It's nothing. I just had a weird dream, that's all." Dave began eating with a bit more haste, and no other questions were asked.

Bro had a tendency of trying not to push his younger brother for answers, unless he was clearly heavily upset by something, like some days before where the poor kid even ended up crying. He knew for a fact that wasn't the best way to handle things, and he was seriously trying to teach himself to be more considerate, but that was yet another one of his habits which were so ingrained in his mind, he had a hard time replacing them. He was sure he could get better with time, but he needed a lot of time.

The rest of the morning was the same as always, with bro dropping Dave off at school, but not before telling him that, if he didn't have too much homework, he needed to help him stuffing some smuppets, to which the younger Strider just shrugged and nodded. He was progressively getting less weirded out by those things. After all, before ending up on the hands of some random perv, they were only stuffed toys with plump butts. It could be a lot worst.

Dave tried his best to concentrate at school, but he found it hard to do so, as images from his dream kept coming to his him and his min would wander off to other places, which even earned him a scolding from his teacher when he was spacing out in the middle of class. He really needed to get those thoughts of his under control.

He was pretty sure that those persistent thoughts were due to a combination of the novelty of those messages and his teenage hormones starting to act up. It had to be it.

When finally back home, he was glad that there was little to no homework for him to do. Stuffing smuppets sure beat sitting down on his ass and filling pages of homework. At least he didn't have to think much to fill those little guys.

Although, he was still lost in his thoughts a lot, which picked Bro's curiosity.

"Hey, a penny for your thoughts?" Bro stopped sewing for a minute, looking at Dave and waiting for an answer. "You still bothered by whatever dream you had?"

"Hm?" It took Dave a second to register Bro was talking to him, and he slightly shook his head when he did. "It's not that, it's just… Bro, what if all this gets too big?" That was something else that had been on his mind. Also, like hell he would discuss his dream with his brother.

"What you mean?" Bro raised an eyebrow at his younger brother, waiting for a better explanation.

"You know, what if the site gets way too popular? Do you think we'll still be safe even if that happens?" Dave knew he promised not to be paranoid about them being caught, but that was a constant worry of his.

"There you go again." Bro shook his head, a smile on his lips. "I'm not going to say this isn't a dangerous thing, and no matter how much we say that you are not being forced to do it, no jury in the world will let me get away scot free. Still, I don't think we'll get too big to the point where out security measures won't protect us."

"Alright… I just don't want you to end up in jail, OK?" Dave went back to stuffing the smuppet on his lap, apprehension pulling on his heart strings.

"I already told you, no one's ending up in jail. It almost looks like you have no faith in me." Bro rolled his eyes, before going back to sewing.

I'm just worrying about you, asshole… Dave thought to himself, letting out a frustrated sigh, which Bro chose to ignore.