Your Voice

“I got up early this morning to make Dylan breakfast,” Gemma says and signs to me as we sit at the lunch table, Chris beside her and some girl I can’t remember the name of beside him. She didn’t seem to be paying much attention to us, anyway.

I smile over at her; truth be told, I stayed up until midnight so I could be the first person to text Dylan happy birthday. He didn’t get it until the next morning, but he told me he appreciated it nonetheless although I should have gotten more sleep. So if Gemma is trying to justify her being tired because she woke up a few hours early to make Dylan breakfast, I don’t want to hear it because I stayed up late to give him birthday wishes. But I don’t regret it.

“He seemed really cheerful, for some reason. Did you send nudes, Kade?” Gemma asks, shit-eating grin spreading across her lips while Chris makes a somewhat disgusted face; not sure if I should be offended by that or not.

I blush brightly and quickly shake my head, but this seems to amuse Gemma. I’d never thought of sending someone actual nudes before. I mean, it was apparently a fad thing. Teenagers were sending naked pictures of themselves to adults and getting in all sorts of trouble. But Dylan was my boyfriend, and I knew he wouldn’t leak them if we ever broke up. Though technically it was still illegal…

And it was heavily frowned upon, and anyway I can’t believe I’m considering this fact! Dylan probably wouldn’t be into sexting and I didn’t want to embarrass myself. I only just had my first sexual encounter with him!

Thinking about Monday night, my cheeks burn bright red. Gemma is still laughing at me and Chris gets a mortified look on his face the moment I begin to blush; do they think it’s because I did send those pictures? Because actually it’s because I’m remembering Dylan’s awesome blow job he gave me.

I mean, I’ve touched myself. Plenty of times. I’m a boy, for Christ’s sake, of course I have. Boners hurt okay? You can’t always just leave them be. And I read once that if you touch yourself with your left hand it feels like someone else is doing it, and let me just tell you that is an absolute lie. Nothing feels as good as another person touching you. As Dylan touching you. I’m pretty sure I was having an orgasm in less than five minutes, which is embarrassing but Dylan didn’t seem to mind. And he said he’s never given one before but I don’t think anything can feel quite that good, ever. Just thinking about it makes me a little hard.

I have to excuse myself to the bathroom but Gemma seems too busy laughing to notice. What a jerk.
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My mom is somewhere in the house when I get home, but I hardly notice. She doesn’t come to say hello to me and I don’t go to find her. It seems in the weeks that have passed since letting them think Gemma is my girlfriend, the fire has burnt out. Not much excitement since she hasn’t come around. I refuse to let anyone come around.

I sit in my room, staring at the ceiling. I’m still thinking about those nude pictures; is that something Dylan was into? I mean, who wouldn’t be into them? And now he’s seen me naked so it shouldn’t be too awkward. I can’t believe I’m considering this, how would I even bring it up to Dylan in conversation? Or should I just randomly send one?

Damn Gemma for giving me these awful ideas.

My phone vibrates inside my pocket; I still hadn’t taken off my school uniform. I was too lazy.

I sigh to myself and reach into my pocket, dragging the phone out and expecting some stupid text from Chris about another joke he heard or asking if this was a good date idea with Gemma. I loved the guy, but he could seriously get annoying. I’m not a Gemma expert, I don’t know why he asks me so many questions about her. They’ve been dating longer than Dylan and I have, he should just naturally know these things.

I’m more than surprised when I see it’s a text from my boyfriend; he had school today, we usually didn’t talk much on these days. Frowning curiously, thinking something is wrong, I open up the message to read: Get dressed, look cute. I’ll be there in five minutes xx

Be there… As in my house? My hear turns quickly to look at my alarm, and it reads six in the evening. If Dylan didn’t have class, he’d probably be home about this time. But he does have class, and I don’t think they canceled school for his birthday although it does seem a holiday, which means the only plausible answer is that Dylan is skipping.

Wait… Dylan is skipping?! He was a stickler! He never skipped school before as long as I’ve known him, it was always very important to him and I definitely respected that. But today it seems he is having a change of heart. Does Gemma know about this?

I don’t have much time to think about it. If I could, I would call him and see what the hell is going on. But considering I can’t hear and I don’t talk that’s not actually a possibility. So all I can do is get up out of bed and look for something cute to wear.

I settle on a plain t-shirt and an open zip-up hoodie, not really having the energy to try much harder. But I do wear an extra tight pair of pants; it’s Dylan’s birthday, after all. When he texts me that he’s here, I make sure to avoid my mom at all costs and sprint for the front door, and then for the passenger seat.

Dylan is grinning like an idiot when he sees me, signing that I look pretty cute but I just roll my eyes and plant the biggest kiss I can manage right on his lips. I think this takes him by surprise but I don’t care; I hold it for at least three minutes before I finally pull back, breathing hard and we hadn’t even made out. Just one simple kiss.

“Happy birthday,” I sign, grinning crookedly at him as I sit back and buckle up.

Dylan chuckles, I’m pretty sure. I’m good at reading him now, like an open book. I know when he laughs and when he is feeling sad and when he’s feeling horny (that last one is still a bit new but I remember clearly how his eyes looked last night). He looks at me and says, not bothering to sign at the moment, “I think that is the best present someone could have gotten me.”

I roll my eyes, shaking my head. Since we’re still parked, I can reply knowing he was watching my hands and not the road. “Well if you take me home with you tonight, I can give a lot better of one.” I actually see Dylan swallow, knowing it’s audible as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down and his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips. Forget later, I want to be in his bed right now. But I have to shake those thoughts as I smirk lowly; this isn’t like me. I’m never this forward or sexual, but I’ve been thinking about Monday all day, and how just looking at Dylan’s lips makes my dick hard, and how Gemma mentioned nudes I was seriously considering, and how I’m sixteen. It’s like anything can stir the pot at this point. “And I still owe you from Monday,” I tact on, watching an actual shudder wrack Dylan’s body that makes me giggle into my hand as I sit back, intent on not saying another word.

“I had plans you know,” Dylan laughs, signing since it’s difficult to read his lips like this. “We were going to go to that bistro, and I thought of walking about some, and-“

“We can still do all that,” I sign quickly, reaching over to squeeze his thigh just above his knee. He watches me a bit unsurely as I sign, “We need to wait for Gemma to go to bed, anyway. That way she won’t hear the noises you’ll be making.”

Dylan’s mouth drops open and I giggle again, shrugging innocently. I lean back slightly in the chair, crossing one ankle over my opposite knee and picking at the fabric of my jeans with my fingers. Dylan’s mouth shuts a few seconds later and a slow, crooked smile forms on his lips. “What have you done with my boyfriend,” he jokes, before his hand turns the key in the ignition and the car comes to life, vibrating under my bum. “I like this sexy Kade.”

“As you should,” I sign, musing silently and reveling in the fact Dylan laughs again before he finally puts the care in drive and heads off to the restaurant.

Once there, I tell him to wait in his seat and then climb out of my own, rushing to his side to open the door for him, holding out my hand for help and anything. Dylan seems too amused, taking my head and climbing out, entwining our fingers as I shut the door and lead the way inside. I even opened the restaurant’s door, but Dylan didn’t complain. He’s always taking care of me, opening doors for me, being a knight in shinning armor, but now it was my turn. If I could, I’d buy him some big expensive present and meal, too. But I can’t, so he’d have to settle with this for now. And I don’t think he minded; especially since I did plan on giving him that blow job tonight, I owed him anyway. Although he wouldn’t make me, I really want to. I want to see Dylan naked and I wanted to be the reason he’s in bliss.

As the hostess brings us to our table, I let his hand go and pull back a chair. I think the woman giggles and Dylan looks at me incredulously, but I just grin impishly and motion for him to sit. This wasn’t even a fancy restaurant, but still. I was pampering him tonight.

Once I get his chair pushed in closer to the table, I move to my own seat and grin widely at him, baring all my teeth. Dylan chuckles and shakes his head, but I simply sign, “It’s your birthday, you get to be the princess tonight?”

“I am not a princess,” he insists, but I just giggle and nod that he is and he rolls his eyes. “You’re adorable, baby.” I can’t argue there.

It’s been a really good day, despite being tired. And I think it’s only going to get better.

As luck would have it, Chris is our server again, just like that first time. He smiles widely, still a bit weary of Dylan, and wishes him a happy birthday. Dylan is completely pleasant, though. He gives his thanks and orders us both a coke to drink, and then an appetizer. It seems he wants to go all out for his birthday; I wonder what he’ll do for mine.

I blush at these thoughts, just assuming we’d be together in January. And I mean, we would wouldn’t we? Why doubt that? We’ve got such a good thing going and I’m totally in love with him. So, I won’t be ending this any time soon. The only way it will end is when Dylan one day cuts the tie and walks away. I just pray that’s not for a while.

When Chris leaves, I smile over at my boyfriend and sign, “How are things with him?”

Dylan stares at my hands while I sign and then shrugs, glancing briefly at his menu. “Alright, I guess. He came over yesterday, and when I got home him and Gemma were watching TV and holding hands and it was weird.”

I giggle at him, shaking my head. “How?” I ask, quirking a brow at him. “We do that, like… Every day,” I snicker, and Dylan can’t deny that. We spend an awfully lot of time on his couch holding hands.

“That’s different,” he insists, and before I can protest continues. “It is! That’s us. This is my little sister. She’s never had a boyfriend before! And definitely not one around me. I don’t know how to react when I see them together. I want to get mad and tell him to get lost, but I can’t exactly do that.” I smile softly at him now, happy to just listen as he speaks, get his feelings off his chest.

I know we were just together Monday, but it feels like we haven’t been like this in a long time. Just the two of us, together, alone. Eating dinner and talking casually, about nothing and everything. Laughing and having a good time. We need more days like this; I need more days like this. Despite being at a restaurant, it feels intimate. Like maybe we should do this every day, maybe we should talk like this every day. Maybe I should just move in.

I blink back into focus, away from my fantasies, as he starts signing again. “He’s a good guy, I can tell he treats Gemma right. I hope I raised her not to take shit from a man. She deserves to be treated like royalty, you know? And he seems to really care about her. But… She’s my kid sister. I just wish I could keep her little or forbid her from dating until she’s thirty.”

“But you can’t,” I muse, smiling at him.

Dylan laughs and shakes his head. “No, I can’t. Besides, I’d be biased since I’m a hundred-percent okay with you dating and you’re the same age!”

“But I’m dating you!”

“Yeah,” Dylan chuckles, hand reaching across the table to grab mine. He lightly entwines our fingers and smiles across at me, choosing not to sign as he speaks. I don’t mind staring at his pink lips one bit. “I’m a special case, huh? We both know I treat you right.”

I roll my eyes and pull my hand away from his, quickly signing, “Let’s not get cocky here!”

“But you like my cock,” my boyfriend says, completely serious with an innocent expression in his eyes. My own eyes widen and my hands stutter in a reply, but Dylan just howls in laughter, leaning back in his chair. I definitely didn’t expect that; he seemed so grown-up sometimes that I forget he’s a young man, and he has a one-track mind and perverted sense of humor.

Admittedly, I liked when Dylan was so carefree like this. When I was carefree. I can’t remember a time I was this happy in my entire life, I only hope he feels the same.

“How old did you turn today, again?” I ask, grinning when Dylan flashes a pompous smirk and shrugs his shoulders.

Yeah, I think this is going down as the best day of my life, right next to our first date.