Douche or the Beast Part IV
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Saturday September 15th 8:04 am
Lance grunted when his alarm blared loudly waking him for the day. A couple of hours of sleep were not enough.
"Turn it off," Dalton complained from beside him.
"I'm working on it," Lance mumbled sleepily.
"Work on it faster, cunt breath."
"God, you are such a dick!" Lance snipped. The teen reached for his phone managing to hit the dismiss button, quieting the device.
"Couldn't have done that faster, dumb ass?" Dalton questioned.
Lance returned to his position next to Dalton, turning to look at his step-brother. Dalton was lying on his back. His eyes were closed as he breathed calmly. He had his head resting on his arm while his other arm was placed on his stomach. The bed sheet went as far up to cover Dalton's waist.
Lance had been awake less than a minute before Dalton managed to piss him off. Annoyed, Lance gave him a light punch in the arm before hopping out of bed.
"What the fuck?!" Dalton raged, sitting up quickly.
Lance glared at the older man while he put on his boxer briefs.
"`Good morning, Lance,' that's all you have to say, but no. You start with the name calling first thing in the freaking morning!" Lance muttered out loud.
The runner was pulling on a pair of jeans that were on the floor. He had enough time to button up his pants before Dalton was on him. The older man gripped the teen's shoulders, whipping him around so that they were face-to-face. Dalton kept a firm grip on Lance's shoulder. His fingers pressing hard into his flesh.
Lance leered at the cop. Dalton's hair was tossed from the night. He had not a single stitch of clothing on, and Lance couldn't help but notice his step-brother still smelled of sex.
Dalton's nose was flaring as he breathed in deeply. Lance tensed his body, preparing himself in case the other strike.
Dalton kept his breathing deep and steady. He brought his other hand to Lance's waist.
Dalton loosened his grip on the teen's shoulder and the hand the rested on his hip was light.
"You're right," Dalton said quietly.
"Come again?"
`I heard wrong,' The teen thought.
"You're right. I should not have flown off the handle. I'm sorry."
Lance physically felt his jaw drop. Dalton hasn't apologized to him for...anything in years.
"Baby boy," The cop chuckled, "close that pretty mouth of yours," Dalton used the hand that had been gripping the teen's shoulders, to close his mouth.
He smiled at his younger companion. Dalton leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips. Despite the shock of what he had heard, Lance returned the kiss.
Dalton pulled back, smiling at his younger step-brother.
"Get around," He stated, slapping the teen on the ass.
Lance let out a small yelp at the contact.
"Were you really coming with me to track practice?" Lance asked. Dalton turned back towards Lance's bed. The runner watched as Dalton's bare ass muscles flexed as he walked.
"Yeah, but we are going to run and get coffee first," He replied. Dalton lean to pick up his pants that he had discarded from the night before.
"Are we driving together?"
"It doesn't make sense to take two cars. So yeah, we'll drive together. We'll take my car. Hurry up."
Both step-brothers went about their morning routine, getting ready for the day.
Once ready, the two went to Dalton's car.
Dalton drove a 2018 grey Honda Civic. He traded in his Mustang for the Honda which surprised Lance. He always thought the douchey Mustang suited his step-brother's douchey personality.
Lance tossed his track bag in the back seat, then took his spot in the front passenger's side. He went to look at his phone but was interrupted by Dalton.
"Buckle up first."
"Yes, mom," Lance replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Dalton rolled his own eyes before giving Lance a light smack on the back of the head.
"Dick," Lance muttered.
"Tool," Dalton shot back.
Lance buckled in, which prompted Dalton to start the car and take off. As they made their way down the street Lance checked his cell phone. He had a couple of texts and one missed call.
One of those texts was from Brad. He was almost afraid to look at it.
Brad was going to be pissed or confused or both. Not that Lance could blame him. What if he hated the teen for stringing him along? That text the teen sent last night after an awesome date would confuse anyone.
Lance opened it. Turns out...Lance was the one that was confused.
Lance could not believe what his eyes were reading.
6:49 a.m.
Dalton obviously had something to do with this. It's cool. That doesn't mean I'm giving up on you. I think you're worth it. I'll see you soon.
The text ended with a winkie face and a kissing emoji. Lance was unprepared for that. Lance wanted to reply to Brad's message right then and there, but he figured he'd be safer to reply to it when he was out of Dalton's gaze. He knew his step-brother well and he was pretty sure Dalton would question him if he started typing a response.
The next text he opened was from Carol. He must have overlooked it because it was from Friday night.
9/14/18 9:19 p.m.
Hi Lancey Poo! We miss you! We'll see you tomorrow at your meet! Do you want to get lunch afterward?
Lance broke into a smile. It had felt like forever since he had seen his friends. Sure, he saw them in school and track meets, but they hadn't had a chance to hang out in a while. Lance couldn't help but reply.
Hey, Care! I miss you, two bozos, too! I'd love to get lunch!! Dalton is driving me today though. Would you be okay with taking me home afterward? Or I could ask Dalton to join so he can take me home after if you're busy.
"Who are you messaging so early in the morning?" Dalton tried to play it off as nonchalant, but his tone had a hint of suspicion.
Lance smiled to himself. He knew his older step-brother's curiosity would get the better of him.
"Carol. She is going to be at the meet with Cooper,"
"They go to your meets?" Dalton questioned raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah. I go to their events to watch them, too. It's what we do. They want me to join them for lunch afterward. Do you...want to join us?"
"Do I want to join you and your lame ass friends? Well, Carol is a babe, but that dick-hole I might have to deck since you have been letting him fuck you," Dalton stated fiercely.
"Oh my god, Dalton! Cooper and I are not having sex. I already told you this! He is just a friend. A heterosexual friend."
"So you say," Dalton muttered.
"Aren't you supposed to be a detective cop or something? Don't be dumb. He and I are not a thing."
"So who has been fucking you then? You never gave me his name," Dalton said casually.
"I did that for a very good reason. I do not plan to give you any names. Ever."
"You only hang out with those two. Who the hell is it?"
"Not telling," Lance said with a smile.
Dalton pulled up to a coffee joint with a service window and ordered a black coffee.
"Do you want anything?" The cop asked, turning to Lance.
"No thanks." The teen replied. While Dalton was busy paying and waiting for his coffee, Lance reached back to his bag to pull out a protein bar. He knew better than to try and run on an empty stomach.
Once paid and Dalton had a coffee in hand, they continued their drive.
"I don't understand why you don't just tell me. I'll find out eventually."
"Um...because you threatened physical violence against him. I wonder why I don't want to tell you his name?"
"When I find out, I'll probably be more pissed off. Tell me now, and I'll deal with it."
"That is such a lie if I ever heard one. You and I both know it ultimately doesn't matter who it is. You're just pissed off that I was sleeping with another guy," Lance said boldly.
Dalton didn't make a comment. He simply gave Lance a side glare, gripping his steering wheel hard enough his knuckles were turning white.
The two pulled up to the school parking lot. Dalton parked his car in a quiet, isolated spot. He glanced at the clock and smiled.
"Perfect. You have fifteen minutes. That is more than enough time," Dalton smirked.
"For what?"
Dalton lifted his hips, pulling down his jeans down to his knees in one smooth motion, freeing his dick.
"For you to suck me off," Dalton stated, answering the teen's question. He pulled on the seat's lever to recline the backrest.
"I am not sure if I'd be smiling at being able to cum in less than fifteen minutes," Lance smirked.
"Shut up and suck my dick." Dalton stroked his cock lightly, which was all it took for it to become stiff.
"Well, let's be honest. Five minutes is more than enough time."
"Shut the fuck up! Start sucking!" Dalton chuckled, pulling Lance's head down with his other hand. Dalton let go of his dick once Lance's face moved towards him.
Lance leaned over, grabbed Dalton's dick with his right hand, giving it a couple pulls before engulfing it.
"Mmm yeah," Dalton moaned.
Lance pulled his head back up to look at Dalton.
"Could you not be so loud. Your windows are open!" Lance demanded his older step-brother.
"Just suck my dick, bitch. I will seriously be two minutes, tops," The cop complained.
"Just keep it down. This is my school we're at," Lance repeated before returning to Dalton's cock.
Lance didn't dive right down to the base of Dalton's dick. No. Instead, he focused on sucking and licking the head of Dalton's cock. He worked his tongue on Dalton's leaky knob. He used his tongue to swipe Dalton's piss slit.
"Yes, baby boy. That's it," Dalton hissed. The older man rested a hand on top of Lance's head while the other grabbed his cell.
Lance began to work his way down Dalton's shaft, using his tongue to lick the flesh as he descended.
"Fuck yes," Dalton groaned out, "Look at me baby boy."
Lance opened his eyes, tilting his head to meet Dalton's eyes. Except when he looked up, he was greeted by a cell phone.
"Do you like that cock?" The cop asked lustfully.
"Mmm-hmm," Lance hummed in response.
"Do you want my cum?"
"Mmm," Lance hummed again.
"Go all the way down," Came a demand.
Lance didn't resist the command. He relaxed his throat to take all of Dalton. When Lance's lips came into contact with Dalton's groin, the cop used his hand to keep his step-brother's head down.
"Fuck yeah! Such an awesome slut!"
Lance ignored the comment and focused on pleasing the handsome cop.
Dalton gripped the teen's hair, pulling his face off slightly, before shoving his head back down.
"Yeah, just like that. Keep my fucking cock down your throat!"
Lance liked sucking dick and all, but he was hoping Dalton would hurry up. He didn't like when a cock was forced down his throat this way. He hated to admit it, but it would make him gag sometimes. That would just ignite more foul comments from Dalton.
"Fuck yes! Here you go, slut! Fuck!" Dalton slammed his head back against the headrest. His hand gripping Lance's hair tightly.
Lance felt the long cock pulse in his mouth. It took no more than a moment for the taste of cum to hit his taste buds. Dalton's dick flexing in between his lips.
"Fuck yes! God damn!" Dalton moaned much too loud for Lance's comfort.
"Mmm, yes," The cop carried on as the last few volleys shot out.
As Dalton came down from his orgasmic high, he rubbed Lance's head lightly, while Lance nursed on his cock.
"Fuck, I needed that."
Lance went ahead and swallowed Dalton's seed. He lifted his head to look at Dalton before commenting.
"You just got laid last night. It hasn't even been a full eight hours since you've last come," The runner chuckled at him.
"I have a high libido. That is where you come in," The cop smirked and gave a suggestive eyebrow wag.
"Whatever," Lance laughed. Dalton gave a quick look around the parking lot before looking back to Lance.
"Come here," Dalton said in a husky voice, nodding his head towards himself.
Lance smiled and sat up some, leaning in towards Dalton. The cop didn't bother to zip up his pants whatsoever. He left his dick out for the worlds to see.
He pulled on Lance's head to bring his lips to his own.
As the two made out, Dalton reached down, groping Lance's junk. Lance moaned into Dalton's kiss, as the older man gripped him roughly.
Without breaking the kiss, Lance reached down to grip Dalton's hand with one of his on. He used his other hand to undo his button and fly, freeing his own dick. When Lance released his hold on Dalton's hand, the cop quickly moved to roughly grab at his younger step-brother again. Dalton firmly gripped the younger man's dick
Dalton slowly started to pull up and down on Lance, making him moan again.
Lance grabbed at Dalton's arm that was currently working him. He did this, not to stop Dalton, but to hold onto him as the older man pleasured him.
Dalton pulled away from Lance's lips every so slightly.
"Are you going to cum for me?" Dalton asked as his lips ghosted over Lance's.
"Yes," Lance moaned out.
"Are you going to let me fuck you after practice?"
"Yes."
"Cum, you fuckin' slut," Dalton demanded, smashing his lips against Lance again.
Lance groaned as he cock erupted, spilling his seed all over Dalton's hand. Spurt after spurt, he sprayed onto his shirt and pants. He could feel it seeping down to the base of his cock, matting into his pubes.
Lance's heavy breathing slowed down as his orgasm subsided. Dalton pulled back smirking at his step-brother.
Dalton released his grip on Lance's dick. He kept his cum covered hand elevated as he leaned towards the back seat. He rummaged around the back floorboard until he found what he was looking for.
Dalton handed him a sock.
"Clean up, baby boy."
Lance chuckled as he whipped himself off.
"You just keep cum rags lying around in your car?"
"Hey, you never know when you'll need to wipe up a mess," Dalton chuckled.
The older man gave him a few more pecks on his lips, then gave him a slight shove.
"You need to get to your meet. I'm going to go by the stadium."
"Okay. I'll see you later," Lance leaned in to give him a final peck before hopping out of the car.
Lance exited the car along with Dalton. The teen opened the back passenger door of Dalton's car to collect his bag. When Lance closed the door, Dalton used his remote to lock his car. He gave one final nod to Lance before walking to the seating area.
Lance quickly made his way to the locker room. He was cutting it close. While he had a moment to himself, he wanted to send a text to Brad...but what would he say? He knew that Dalton was the main motive behind that late night text.
Lance had some choices to make. This side of Dalton he was actually enjoying, but how long would this nice guy stick around for? He wasn't even all that nice. He was still calling Lance names that he didn't like.
Was Lance really willing to give up a chance with Brad? Lance kept coming back to this question in his head. Brad was awesome to be with. The runner truly enjoyed every moment they had spent together just the day before. He knew he promised Dalton he would not sleep with anyone else and he intended to do that. He didn't like sneaking around behind someone's back. He didn't want to take advantage of what little of Dalton's trust he had.
The teen took in a long breath of air in frustration.
Lance decided to text a simple question to Brad.
You're not mad?
Author's Note
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With that being said, I have several weeks of freedom to get as far as I can with my characters. I do apologize that this chapter is a tad bit shorter than the others.
Until next time, my friends!