The Next Generation
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Thread Topic: The Next Generation
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"But Flynn," Zaire whined a bit, turning all of his attention to his lover. "I'd be a good patty flipper. I'd be the one that scares the idiots into doing their job right without even talking. And, you'd be assured that the burger would taste perfect, because I'm a great cook." This was definitely true. Outside of his swim team and volley ball meet ups, Zaire adored cooking. He didn't know how to cook much, but he had impressed his parents a few times. "Aww, kitten. I'm glad you aren't afraid of them. That's very much true, but your moans are like heaven. Maybe they'll be nice and let us have at it.. An early Christmas present, hm?" He really did love his kitten's moans, and he would do anything to be allowed the pleasure of hearing them. They didn't have much freedom at either house, and he was always daring to find ways to get their parents to deal with the relationship. "I'll try.. If I don't, you can scold me and hurt me if you'd like." There was a smirk on his face as he squirmed around to get comfortable. "That sounds good. I think that your mom is the only one who will be calm about it, though. Don't you agree?"
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"Aww, Zaire-bear, I know that's true. But if you're going to make food, be a professional chef, so you can make lots of money doing it. Instead of working deadend at McDonalds." Flynn loved when Zaire cooked for him, sometimes he made an extra lunch and brought it with him to school, thus the smaller left his lunch bag at Zaire's all the time. His face flushed again and he tried to use his hair to hide it. His boyfriend really knew how to make him feel embarrassed. "I always thought my noises were annoying, then again we haven't had sex yet so you don't know for sure if my voice will annoy you. And I don't think giving up your Christmas presents would be enough for your parents to actually say we can have sex." Flynn has to admit that he enjoyed the masculine grunts that came from his beloved as well. Most people didn't like their boyfriends to make noise because they tended to be ugly sounds. But Zaire was perfect, his voice was perfect. He sounded like a wild animal that Flynn so desperately wanted to claim his small, pale body. He leaned to kiss the other once more, smiling at him. "Don't worry, I'll punish you like the naughty boy you are if you break your promises to me." The pink-haired boy grinned, holding back his laughter at what Zaire said of his mother. "My mom, calm? That's not calm you see, that's fear. He's more afraid of your mom than anyone else in the world."
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"My, my, that's an even better idea than mine. You're so smart, kitten. What would I do without you? Oh, right, I'd be a deadbeat working at McDonalds." Zaire laughed lowly, looking down for a moment before looking up to Flynn. He knew Flynn liked his cooking and would never let his skills go to waste. Zaire knew Flynn would likely kick his ass if he tried to work at a fast food place instead of aiming for something better. He grinned as his beloved tried to hide the obvious blush behind his hair. As much as the pink haired boy tried, the raven could always tell when he was flustered, and he made it his job to do so. "No, your noises are actually quite nice.. And we'll be fixing that later, baby, don't you worry your pretty head about that. I'm sure I'll love your sex noises just as much as I love the noises you make just from smaller acts. Okay, then I can threaten to not get them any presents! I'm sure one of them would flip.. Eh, now that I think about that, maybe not." As he said this, he leaned in and quickly pecked the other's neck. His grin settled into a smile, and he reached out to put his hand in Flynn's hair. He felt Flynn kiss him, and he fondly kissed the other back before responding. "Is that a threat I hear, baby? You might not be able to punish me.. Maybe I'll just bite you before you can try," Zaire leaned in and gently bit onto the other's ear, letting out a low growl to act like the beast he sometimes was. "Mmpff, you're right. But your father intimidates my father just as bad, sometimes.. My parents are kinda scary, huh?"
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"I know, I am pretty smart, huh? I'll make sure you go places. Maybe I'll extend my knowledge of business management and financing, so we can start our own restaurant." Flynn smiled wide, taking Zaire's hands into his own after jotting down some more notes for them. His cheeks turned even more red at what his lover promised him. He wanted the raven more than anything in the world. "Oh, Zaire...I can't wait, I really can't. I've wanted to give you my everything for so long..I don't care if your parents barge in on us, just promise not to stop unless I say so." The smaller smiled and chuckled silently. His boyfriend's parents really were a bit difficult to get around. Especially when they didn't care about whatever Zaire would do to get back at them. "And it's not a threat, darling, it's a..promise.." Flynn sighed contently as Zaire nibbled him, causing the pink-haired boy to shudder a bit from the growl. "Your mom just walks closer and closer to mine, standing over him as if he's on top of the world. Even though they're about the same hieght. I'm not afraid of your parents, but they sure can be mean if they're feeling it."
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"Yes, yes you are. Yes, yes you will. And.. Hey, that's not a bad idea. You can take care of all of the weird stuff and I can deal with all of the cooking. I bet we'll be able to afford everything we need and maybe a little more." Zaire watched his lover take his hands and hold them. He smiled softly at the prospect before squeezing Flynn's hand lightly. The smaller boy was doing his best to pay attention, and while Zaire should have been helping, he wanted to focus on the pink haired boy and not whatever boring thing the teacher was droning on about up in front of the board. "Wait no longer. Well, a few more classes wait, but then wait no longer. You can now, and that's all that matters," he snorted before continuing, "I don't think I can continue. Dad might just get a gun and point it right at your head if I don't. We can only hope to not get barged in on." The raven took one of his hands away from the other boy to stroke the pretty pink hair in front of him. It was soft, like a kitten, and it pleased Zaire. His hair and attitude was what made everyone call Flynn kitten, after all. "Ohh, that's a great promise. I'll remember it for later. If you break it, you'll be punished by me." Grinning, he nibbled at the ear a little more before pulling up and away. "Yeah, mom's pretty weird. It'd be nice if your mom would man up, Flynn. Then my mom might respect him a bit. Don't you agree slightly?"
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"We'd have to work normal jobs first, to have some investment money, then we need to purchase a venue. We'll clearly have to redecorate to have our own image, too. And don't you worry, baby, I'll take care of all the management." Flynn smiled at the slight pressure to his hands. He honestly wasn't trying to pay attention, only if it was new material, and he didn't expect Zaire to help. The smaller wrote faster, so he didn't mind taking the notes. "Just lunch then two more boring hours.." He whined slightly with anticipation. The pink-haired wanted nothing more than to be in his lover's arms. He shivered at the thought of his boyfriend's father doing such a thing. "Even so...You won't let him hurt me, right? You won't let him take my life from you..right?" Flynn asked innocently, closing his eyes at the hair stroking, relaxing into the touch. He took extra care when it came to his head, thus a lot of his friends enjoyed touching his hair for its softness. "Hn, how would you punish me, Zaire? I'm too cute for you to harm." He giggled teasingly and bit his lip to hold back a moan. His ears were sensitive when it came to Zaire. "Nn..I know, your mom is weird sometimes. And when you think about it, we're a lot like our parents when they were are age. Yeah, it'd be nice if mom would stick up for himself, but dad always babied him. Just like you do with me. Not to mention, my mom's only afraid because sticking up for himself is what got him all scarred up. Your parents didn't just bully him, Zaire, he was tortured..." Flynn sighed softly, lowering his head. He loved Zaire, more than anything, but he didn't want to let him think that his mother was just some coward all the time.
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"Look at you, so smart and ready to go that you know exactly what we need to do. I'm really glad I've got you here, baby. Mm, you're the best. The best of the best. I'm a lucky man." Zaire moved to peck Flynn's cheek. His precious baby was actually quite smart, no, they both were. After all, how else would they be able to teach a class better than the teachers? Zaire had many times before pondered if they should become teachers to save the poor souls that would be stuck dealing with the oldies. And he had shot down the idea in favor of cooking all of the times. "I actually can't wait for lunch. Lunch is my best subject. Or, it would be, if it were an actual subject." He moved, leaning back into his own chair, his eyes locking on Flynn's face. "Of course not, baby. I'd never, ever let him hurt you. And if he tried, I'd hurt him first. Family is important, but if he'd even dare attempt to kill you.. I'd personally be the one to not defend him in court." The stroking slowed, for the boy was trying not to cry. He had already had a few nightmares of that happening, and they were the only things that could truly scare the raven. Anything having to do with losing Flynn, his parents, or both made him very upset. He sped up his strokes, trying to brush off the thought. "I.. Haven't thought about that, yet. But cuteness doesn't make up for the fact that I can at least yell at you." A victorious smirk covered his face, and it almost looked smug. He noticed the smaller having to force himself to not make a sound. He had to stop himself from bursting out laughing. Flynn really was just too cute for him. "Yes, he is. He's extremely weird when he wants to be. Ugh, Flynn, don't tell me I'm like them! We're.. Smarter. Actually, now that you're mentioning it, baby, I think I need to stop babying you. Your Mom may not be a coward too often, but what if you end up getting worse than him? I don't want you to not be able to defend yourself.. Do you think you still have the strength to defend yourself? Quick, kitten, fight me!" Without warning, the raven leaned up close, tickling the pink haired boy. The smirk turned into a wide grin, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. They weren't causing too much of a ruckus yet, so he prayed he'd be able to get away with this. "Too much talk about parents, we need more giggles and laughter in here," He laughed, low but audible.
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"Of course. If you're doing all the cooking, then someone has to handle all of the finances. And who better to do that than your beautiful, beloved wife?" Flynn sat up proudly, chin high. He'd always been pleased with himself, his intellect, his athleticism, and even his looks. He and Zaire were the models of perfection in his book. "Is my baby hungry? I'll feed you grapes today if they have any. Or orange slices." Flynn's coated over with love and adoration for the other, glad to know that he was the most important thing in Zaire's life. The rose colored glasses of young love. It was a mutual love, too. He'd fight his own parents in court to protect his lover if necessary. "You make my kokoro go doki doki, Zaire. You're so sweet and wonderful to me." He noticed the look in Zaire's eyes, feeling his fingers slow to a brush against his cheek. The smaller knew his boyfriend was always afraid of losing him, and hated seeing him get so close to tears because of it. He brought a hand up to press Zaire's firmly against his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, my dearest." He murmured before smiling a bit wickedly at the raven. "You know I hate yelling. It hurts my ears, it scares me. Zaire, you know what happens when I get scared..And no, you're not like them, not very much anyway." Flynn pouted when his lover said he was going to stop babying him. "But Zaire-Bear, I play soccer, thanks to my mom convincing my dad to let me be active. My legs are so strong that I could probably kick someone's head off their shoulders, or at least break their jaw. And of course I can defend myse--EE!" Flynn clamped his hands over his mouth and bit his tongue to keep from giggling too loudly. The pink-haired boy had to close the gap between his calves and thighs, holding to his with his legs to keep from falling backwards. His heart was pounding, but it wasn't quite at the point of hurting. He hoped it would stay that way.
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"Maybe one of your friends," Zaire joked, though he knew that Flynn was right. No one was better at math than his lover. And he didn't trust another soul with money, and if his dream came true, they'd make a lot that wouldn't belong in the wrong hands at all. "Yes, I am hungry.. So hungry. You can hear my stomach rumbling, can't you? Or maybe it's my growl!" The raven leaned in, pecking the other's throat, making a noise similar to a bear's growl. He smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth before pulling back up and ruffling Flynn's hair. "D'aww, baby, I hope it's not thumping so hard I'll have to take you to a hospital.. Hospital sex would be horrible, don't you think?" Even though Zaire was joking, he knew how serious Flynn's condition was. He was always watching his kitten for any signs of him being in pain. All he cared for was the other boy's well being, and not really his own. And the right to love him. The smile turned to a smaller, more sincere one as Flynn's hand touched his cheek. He placed his own hand over the smaller one, leaning into the touch. "I'll listen to your word, but if you break that, you'll be in big trouble. I better not hear that you've fallen and can't get up, got it? And, yeah. I know you hate it. I'll do my best not to yell.. Too loudly." With a wink, he released his hand and leaned even closer. "You can't defend yourself now, can ya? D'aww, your little giggles are so cute~! C'mon, Flynn, giggle louder!" He wanted to swing himself onto the other's lap, to kiss him, but he already knew they were pushing the boarder they had crossed to the top limit as it was. He had to resist. And it wasn't just for the teacher, but for Flynn's little heart.
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"Maybe." Flynn hummed, knowing how picky Zaire was when it came to trusting other people. And he felt the same most of the time. It was hard to trust people these days; It's hard telling who will be honest or keep quiet. He smiled up at the other. "Like I said, I'll feed you, my beloved teddy bear. And hospital sex seems really naughty.." He giggled at the kiss and rumbling against his throat, adding to the tickles. The pink-haired boy loved the other more than anything. His voice, his smile, the way he looked, his personality. Everything about Zaire was wonderful, and Flynn wished more than anything that their parents could see what they saw in each other. He was about to respond to what his boyfriend said about yelling, but he struggled against the fingers that lightly touched his skin. Flynn still held back his giggles until the bell sounded, and everyone else talked loudly and made noise as they migrated towards the door. His fit of giggles were released, loud and easily noticed, as he squirmed under his lover. "Ahhahah! Zaire! P-Pleeehehease! I-It's time f-for lunch..Eehk!"
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"Do you even have trustworthy friends?" The taller suddenly looked around the room, eyeing all of the different people there. He was quite sure that no one in the class knew Flynn as well as Zaire did. At least, not in a friendly way. Maybe one or two of them. Though, that wasn't the point. Zaire was reluctant to speak to nearly anyone he wasn't already close to. It wasn't personal, he always said, he just dislikes the majority of the school population. And everyone besides Flynn and a few others were deadly. He could tell you something wrong with anyone. Usually it was their personality, or something very general. The raven even had issues with a lot of Flynn's friends, but Flynn understood his trust issues. It was one of the many perks of his baby. "Mm, I can't wait to be fed by you~ Oh, it is. I'm sure of it. I wonder if the doctors have ever had to deal with it.." Zaire grinned, winking at the pink haired boy. He was so fun to tease, and even though he had to be careful about what he said, he loved the other's giggles and noises of appreciation. In fact, if he could, he'd kiss the other all day just to hear the sweet giggles come from his lips. They were precious to him. If only their parents would accept them.. Before he could sigh, he focused on the giggles, smiling. There was still hope that they'd get permission. Small slivers, but hope. And he wanted to focus on the beauty that was with him now. "Aww, but Flynn, don't you looove being tickled? Alright, alright, I'll stop. Only so you'll feed me." With another wink, he pulled his hands away, patting the smaller boy's head. "C'mon, let's get out of here."
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"Of course I do!" Flynn squeaked. There were a select few people he trusted in the school for anything, like the girls' volleyball captain. She happened to be a lesbian, very obviously really, so Flynn often trusted her as a close friend, knowing she'd chase off any home wreckers trying to steal away his Zaire. Still, even with what she did know about the pink-haired boy, Zaire always knew more. They'd lived only minutes from each other their whole lives, surprisingly neither of their parents had ever decided to leave town. Flynn loved using that argument to put 'the blame' on his parents. "I'll feed my big baby whatever he wants. Does my Zaire-bear wanna be naughty at the hospital? You might get banned from my room if they catch you. Although...those beds would be fun just because they can adjust and move. Normal beds are just flat." Flynn loved Zaire's affection, every kiss and touch leaving a smile on his face. And he knew his laughter made Zaire happy, too. Flynn sat up when he was released, taking a few deep breaths to relax himself, but found it hard to breathe. He didn't necessarily have an inhaler with medicine, it was just a puff of air that helped him breathe when his heart spazzed out, but more often than not, he reached for Zaire to give him 'CPR'. "Zaire..I can't..." He whimpered with his staggered breathing. His boyfriend was his everything. They were two hearts connected into one. One was just unfortunately weaker than the other.
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Zaire snorted, narrowing his eyes at him in a slightly teasing, slightly serious manner. "Why don't you name a few of them, then, babe? I try to know all of your friends, but I can't stalk you twenty-four seven.." He then snorted, laughing at himself. "Don't name them, I was joking. I know you're a smart little kitty. You'd claw anyone who'd hurt you right up.. And I can join you in tearing them apart if you need help. Isn't that right, Flynnie-boo?" The raven leaned in, touching his nose with Flynn's. He moved one of his hands up, to run his fingers through the smaller boy's soft pink hair. He held them still for a moment, despite the fact that they were trying to leave to get lunch. Moments like these were always better than others. It took him a moment to pull away, a smile on his face. "Really? Anything? I like the sound of that. Food is amazing. And when you make it.. Oh, I'll take you up on that offer. Yes, kitten, your bear wants to be so damn naughty.. Banned? I'll just climb in through the window. Nothing will stop me, your amazing lover." Zaire puffed out his chest, putting a hand on his hip. He released the air in his chest after a moment and watched the smaller sit up. He instantly recognized the signs that he had pushed Flynn a little too much. He leaned back against the desk, watching with a concerned look. There was no way for him to help his lover, but he wished their was. It was hard for the other to do too many exciting things without his heart getting in the way. He knew it wasn't his baby's fault, but it still bothered the other boy. His concern grew when the other leaned closer. "You can't what? Can't breathe? Aww, baby, I'm sorry. C'mere.." With gentle hands, Zaire pulled Flynn closer to him, leaning down to give him a kiss. Well, it was sort of like a kiss. He blew into his lover's slightly open mouth, stroking his arm while doing so in an attempt to get the other's heart to beat at its normal rate. They did this often, and most of the time, it helped.
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Puffing his cheeks in defiance, Flynn looked up at his lover. "You don't remember that one girl? The lesbian that plays volleyball and happens to be the captain?" He then smiled up at the other, knowing well how Zaire loved to tease and play. "Neh, of course we would. I bet you'd be a big bully if I wasn't your boyfriend, if I didn't keep you in check." Flynn closed his eyes when he felt his lover's nose pressed against his nose, the smaller just barely nuzzling in an eskimo kiss. If he were really a cat, he'd be a purring mess from the way Zaire stroked his head. The larger could so gentle when he wanted to be. "Mhm. Whatever my darling wants for lunch, we'll get it, and I'll feed it to you." His cheeks tinted at the idea of being taken by his lover in the hospital, security breaking in halfway through. "Oh my...You're a dirty bear. Ah, but love, those windows don't usually open. If they did, people could just jump out and commit suicide when they're in the hospital for a long time. But yes, you are amazing, so I'm sure you'd find a way in." Flynn hummed sweetly, admiring the other. When Zaire pressed those warm lips to his own, the pink-haired boy still wouldn't get over how wonderful they were. Even if it was just to get some air. He knew his condition wasn't his fault, but he always felt guilty when it ruined their fun. Zaire was a very playful person, and Flynn would never mind being toyed with by him, but his condition always cut the play time short. He sometimes felt like Zaire deserved someone better, someone who could keep up with him. The smaller looked down at his hands, fiddling his thumbs. "I'm sorry...I ruin the fun every time. I must be a real drag on you."
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Zaire looked at his lover thoughtfully, shrugging a bit. "I remember that girl. Dunno her name, but I do remember you saying something about her.. Yeah, she's trustworthy. I'm glad you have her as a friend. I should probably talk to her at some point, though. I can't recall when I last talked to her. Or any of your friends, for that manner. You really need to introduce me to them again, kitten." He patted Flynn's head, his heart fluttering as Flynn smiled up at him. "I bet I'd be one, too. I'd be just like my parents were, and I don't think I'd like that.. As much as I like the feeling of people trembling beneath me, I prefer seeing a clean slate and your smiles." He paused, watching the other close his eyes. It was true, Zaire had a slightly sick vision of what made him happy. Though, Flynn always made him forget that. He was the only one in the entire school- no, world- that made him think better about people. Without the smaller boy, Zaire would probably be in jail for all of the s--- he thought about pulling. The pink-haired boy had kept him from doing it, and that was just another great thing about him. "I don't care what's for lunch, I just want some food.. Get me anything, baby." The raven straightened up, looking away at the papers stuck to the classroom walls for a moment. When he returned his gaze to the other, he noticed Flynn was blushing. "Only for you, my kitten. And that's right. I'll get into anything, no matter how unrealistic it seems. You can count on me to protect you, even if I'm not supposed to." He hummed a bit, watching the smaller boy's face for a reaction. He hoped he hadn't been too aggressive, and it seemed he hadn't. His hand moved up to the other's hair that he began to stroke once more. "No, you aren't a drag at all. I like being able to help you.. Being able to protect you. I promised I would. Besides, you're the only one who understands me, Flynn. You helped me out of the dark. You've ignored your parents' wishes just to be with me. You're so brave. Just being here by your side during class makes me happy. Your presence is all I need to have some real fun." Opening his eyes, Zaire smiled, ruffling his hair. He grabbed his lover's hands, gently tugging at them. "I love you. Don't ever think you bore me, you got that? All you're doing is making me hungrier, really.."
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