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21 (EXPLICIT)

"Where do you want to go, darling? It could be anywhere you want." "No, you choose," I insisted before giving it an ounce of thought. "You don't look like you want that," he said with a light smirk. "No, no, I do, it's just... The money." "What? No, Cody, you don't have to pay." "But... Dean, it was my idea." "Yeah? Who's the one with the job?" He smirked. "Are... Are you sure? I mean..." "Of course, I am. You deserve it."

Regardless, Dean did choose the place. And god damn him - he chose a fancy place. I hated places like that; expensive. I didn't belong there. But he did. One look at him was all it took to know that. Nothing about him says hamburgers or pizza.

"Are you feeling alright?" Dean asked as I pretended to look at the food (I could only see the numbers). "Yeah," I lied, my voice being nothing more than a squeak. Not very convincing. "What's wrong, Cody?" he asked, squeezing my hand. "It's just... Really expensive, here." "So?" "I don't want to waste all your money." "It's not a waste, darling; it's you," he said with a hopeful smile. "That's why it is, though. I'm happy at a cheaper place." "That doesn't make it a waste. You deserve the best, darling."

"Cody, behave," Dean complained after I had kicked him for the tenth time. I wasn't hurting him, I was just restless. This place was boring, and I wasn't allowed to flirt. He said the age difference was too clear; I was to pretend to be his brother if asked. I hated that I wasn't allowed to date him, just because I wasn't quite eighteen. It wasn't fair. But at least we could be a couple, alone.

"I don't want to," I mumbled, nudging him again, with the other foot. "Why don't you eat your food?" "It's too hot; I burned my tongue, already." "Well, I don't know, just stop kicking me," he instructed with a light smirk. "Or what?" I challenged with a similar expression. "I won't tell you now," he said in a very quiet, sexy voice, "but you won't like it."

"Kick me one more time, I dare you," he challenged after I hadn't stopped. He wasn't mad at me, I could tell by his wide smile. "Or what?" I challenged as I had before. "Care to find out?" He teased. "There's nothing you can do to me, here," I smirked, trying to call his bluff. But maybe he wasn't bluffing at all. He leaned close to say quietly "I didn't say anything about it being here."

"See? You went the whole meal without kicking me, again. Was that so hard?" He teased when I finished eating. "Yeah, it was," I frowned with a minuscule smirk that I couldn't hide. "Did you like it?" He chuckled, ignoring what I said. "It was really good," I admitted before thanking him. "See, Cody? What did I tell you?" He smiled, nudging my arm. "I don't care what you told me; I still don't belong here." "You could," he offered with a warm smile. "What do you mean?" "I could show you a lavish life like this. Fancy food, traveling, shows... Anywhere in the world, darling."

"I may just have to take you up on that offer," I said with a smirk. It really would have been nice to live a life like that; rich and fancy. I didn't want to be some Mr. Moneybags Montgomery snob, but to be a little spoiled once in a while. "I'll be waiting," he smirked back. "Whenever you're ready." "Awesome," I smiled, nudging him once more with my foot - more of a caress than a kick, really. He grabbed my ankle and held my socked foot (after having stolen my shoe) to the booth seat. I got a little excited, and a little more hopeful. Maybe, just maybe... "Though, I may not be so willing if you keep kicking me." "Oh, yeah? Try and stop me," I challenge, wiggling my toes. Then, it finally happened. He began to tantalize my nerve endings and send waves of pleasure to my brain. Very gently, but more than enough to excite me, he began to tickle my foot.