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I pull myself into the fetal position and groan. My head throbs and my mouth is painfully dry and cottony. As my knees reach my chest my stomach lurches and I roll off the bed looking for a trashcan or toilet.

I look around the large bedroom, I have no idea where I am or what room this is. Fog drapes itself over my mind as I take in the room and try not to barf. I force the gears in my head to turn.

Lord of the Rings poster, a wall full of books and games, and the bed I was just on is decorated with pop-culture plushies. Is that an Amicus plush? Who…

I jump up and barely avoid hitting my head on the ceiling fan. I’m in Shane's room! Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuuuuck! My stomach heaves and I feel the burning threat of vomit sneak up my throat. A door opposite the bedroom is hanging open, a bathroom!

My shame and regret pour from me like fire would from my ancient ancestors. Oh fuck .

“Ooooof, I told you to drink more water, Dekk.” Shane leans against the doorway. He wears the same too-big t-shirt and simple pajamas he wore by the pool yesterday. “I’d ask how you’re doing, but…I think I can guess.”

“Wh–why am I in your room? Y–Oh fuck–Your bed.” My voice echoes in the toilet bowl.

Shane laughs. “Aw, what, I thought after your little display by the pool yesterday you wanted in my bed.”

“I–”

“We didn’t do anything. You got schwasted and I helped you upstairs, you passed out on my bed. I slept on the floor.” Shane kneels to rub my back. “Do you remember anything?”

I close my eyes and think. “Uhhhh…We came in to get our swim trunks…”

“You look nice in your bathing suit.” Shane looks down. “And in your underwear.”

“I–” Oh God. “Where are my pants?”

“I honestly cannot tell you, Dekk.” Shane keeps his eyes on my tight blue boxers.

“If your brother sees me in here like this–”

“He’ll kill you, yeah. Don’t worry. I thought of that.” Shane leaves the bathroom and returns with a pair of jeans that look like they might fit me, if a little tight. “You weren’t the only one who lost his pants.”

“That's G–” I shove my head back in the toilet to vomit again.

A cabinet door opens. “Everything you need for a hangover is in here, Dekk.”

“I’m not hungover! Dragons don’t get hangovers!”

“Uhuh. You’re lucky you’re so cute, derg.” Shane laughs and pats my head. I can’t tell if I’m getting butterflies or just need to puke again.

“You think so, huh?” I try to smile but the look on Shane's face tells me I must look awful.

He grimaces. “Well. Most of the time. Hurry and shower, we have a coffee date.”

“Gimme just a… A date?” I look up from the floor.

“Yep, you said ‘you wanted to get away from these bros and…’” He smiles. “‘Get to know the cutie with the nice booty.’”

“I did not .”

“Sorry, Dekk.” He walks over and scratches between my shoulders. “You’re awful at flirting.”

It feels like I should vomit again.

“We have a reservation at 10:30, so you got an hour. They make a great breakfast burrito.” Shane stops in the doorway. “I’ll see you downstairs, Dekk.”

I wave pathetically and put together a cocktail of painkillers and anti-nausea meds before getting in the shower. I’m not sure what hurts worse, the hangover or the fact that I dropped a line that bad on him. At least it worked.

Shane is a lot more confident when it’s just the two of us. I like it, he’s so cute and funny. I moan as the hot water runs down my scales. I have to crouch to get water on my head, and he doesn’t have any washes that are good for scales.

Rubbing my scales my mind wanders to last night. I slowly begin to remember bits and pieces. Nothing out of the ordinary for a night of debauchery with frat bros celebrating their buddy’s engagement.

Nothing except a horrible pickup line and making a fool of myself dancing and Shane’s hand on my ass for half the night. That was fun! I mean, it was mostly me dancing at him, but he was a good sport about it.

I grunt as water washes over my head and runs down my body. I remember the way Shane took off his shirt and jumped in the pool with me after one drink too many, his soft pale skin in my claws, his body pressed against mine.

How badly I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t want to scare him. I am a lot bigger than he is, after all.

Those pretty blue eyes looking up at me all shy and embarrassed. My hand slides down my chest and gut to my dripping half-hard shaft. I bet those pretty eyes would look good staring up at me while he’s got a mouth full of my cock.

He can take all the time he needs and go at his own pace. I love the way those skinny twinks look as they desperately try to take the whole thing wanting to impress their big dragon. I tug myself to full hardness and admire my impressive length.

I’ll be it’s the biggest Shane’s ever seen when I finally give it to him. He’ll be so shy and nervous, worried he won’t be able to please his big dragon. I’ll give him all the encouragement he needs.

“Mmmmmrr…” I growl imagining his hands unable to fully grasp it, my apple-sized balls resting on his face. It’ll be a great look for him.

My cock twitches as I imagine him bent over my lap trying to take it in his mouth, but struggling to get past the tip. Meanwhile, he’d have his cute little butt stuck up in the air for me to touch and tease.

“Let your big dragon take care of you, baby…” I moan with my tongue hanging from my mouth, my balls slap against my thigh. Maybe, if the date goes well, I can get him in here with me.

Pressure builds as I visualize him on his knees, so nervous, so cute, mouth open, and eager to take my load. I bet he’ll beg for it, for his dragon daddy to paint his face white. I put one clawed hand against the wall and lean forward.

“Shane, fuck, Shane…!” I bite down to suppress a roar as I cum. My load coats the shower wall and thick-white cream drips down the wall. Part of me thinks I should have saved that for Shane.

I chuckle to myself, hoping that my next nut goes right down his throa–

“You okay, Dekk? You’ve been in there awhile.” Shane shouts.

I jump and hit my head on the low ceiling. This house is not dragon-friendly. “Yeah, I’m almost done.”

“Cool, I left my phone in there.”

“I’m getting dressed now.” I turn off the water and put on the too-tight jeans, if I get a boner in these there will be no hiding it. I open the door, shirtless.

Shane looks up at me and I swear he bites his lip a little. “No shirt?”

“Nah that one’s gross, I’m gonna go find my bag, see you downstairs little dude.” I put a hand on his head and mess up his hair.

“Again, you’re lucky you’re so cute.” He steps around and me. “Wow, those jeans make your ass look great .”

“And you said I was a creep?” I laugh.

“I think it’s fair, you did sleep in my bed last night.” Shane steps into the bathroom. “So I–”

“You okay?”

“Mhmmm! Yep! Yes.” Shane replies. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

I find my bag being used as a pillow by some unfortunate, and after a very delicate operation manage to get it out from under them and find a private place to change my underwear and put on a clean shirt. I find Shane sitting by the door.

“H-hey.” He’s bright red. “R-ready to go?”

“Yeah, you okay, little dude?” I ask.

“Fine.” He swings the door open and speedwalks down the driveway. “You okay walking?”

Taking care of business, puking, all the medicine, and the shower have me feeling much, much better. “Yeah, we can walk. How far is it?”

“A thirty-minute walk probably,” Shane replies.

“You gonna be okay? Windy this morning.” I move right next to him and extend one of my wings.

“Dekk.” Shane laughs. “The wind is blowing the other way.”

I offer an exaggerated sigh put an arm around his shoulder and pull him into my side. “I was trying to be a gentledragon.”

Shane leans into me. “You’re way too cute, Dekk, especially for a 7’2 dragon.”

“Not a lot of guys call me cute, little dude.”

“Well, they should.”

Once again the confusing sensation of ‘do I want to vomit or is this butterflies in my stomach’.

I cough. “Even with this gut?” I put a hand on my belly and bounce it a little.

“I, uh, I like it a lot.”

“Could’ve fooled me the way you ran away from me by the pool yesterday, almost broke my heart, little dude!” I smile down at him.

“I wouldn’t have left if you hadn’t said ‘A little toasty for this guy’ and taken off your shirt,” Shane replies.

“You just said you liked my gut!”

“I do, but I thought it was dumb you felt the need to make an excuse to take your shirt off by the pool, where people are famously shirtless.”

“Oh.”

“Mhm.” Shane places one of his hands on my back just above my tail and scratches it. “Otherwise who knows, maybe I’d have hit on you .”

“Pfft! Yeah right.”

We make dumb small talk during the walk, but I ask him to explain more about the book he was reading. Once again any nervousness or shyness disappears as he talks about how dumb the characters are, and how he likes the setting.

“Granted I do think it’s weird that the voodoo, witch-doctor ‘tribal’ people are coded as Irish. That seems like a problematic choice to me because it heavily emulates a real-world religion and belief system and I– Oh, we’re here.” Shane blinks as we stop in front of a small cafe.

I squeeze his shoulder. “You lost track of time, huh?”

He blushes. “A little.”

I can’t help the dirty thoughts that swim to the surface when he looks up at me blushing. “Let's get some coffee.” I hold the door open for him.

I’m glad Shane had the foresight to make a reservation because this place is packed. I frown as we walk by the tiny booths and little tables that I’m not sure will hold me, but when the waiter stops in the back at the one large booth I’m relieved.

“Did you ask them for the big booth?” I slide in and let my wings stretch a bit.

“Yeah, I want my derg to be comfy.” He winks.

I sputter.

“What?”

“ Your Derg, huh?” I must still be hungover because I’m struggling to make eye contact.

“Two coffees, please, and can we get some of those cheesy potatoes?” Shane says to the waiter. “Also your ‘Hangover Cure’ to share, thank you.”

“Hangover Cure?”

“Yeah, it’s like a mimosa or something,” Shane says. “If you don’t know what to get I can, uhm, order for you.”

I raise my eyes. “Really?”

“For sure, I come here a lot.” His focus remains on the menu.

Huh. He’s acting different today, much more open and I’m sensing quite a bit of confidence, too! Adorable how he wants to order for me, and that ‘My Derg’ line caught me off guard. He’s such a tease!

Our coffee arrives and Shane just watches me as he drinks, a wide smile slowly forming on his face.

“What’s up, little dude?” I ask.

“Just thinking about how cute you are. You’ve got the prettiest scales, they match your eyes.”

I spill hot coffee on my hands, thank God my scales dampen the heat. “Is that what you would have said by the pool if I hadn’t botched it?”

He laughs. “No, God no,”

“Hah, alri–”

“I would have said something a lot less tame.” He winks.

“Uh–”

“But it’s only our first date, I’ll save all that for later.”

“We haven’t even ordered yet and you’re planning another date?” I smile. “What happened to the adorable, shy, little dude I was flirting with last night, huh?”

Shane’s confident demeanor falters. “Am I coming on too strong? Sorry, I just thought I should–”

“Aww, there he is!” I reach across the table and grab his small hand in my much larger hand and squeeze.

He smiles. “So which do you like better, shy dorky Shane or sexy confident Shane?”

“Hmm…” I lean close and observe his face. “Which one is the real Shane.”

“I dunno.” He looks away.

“I bet it’s the Shane who thinks that it’s a little problematic how the author of the book he’s reading portrays voodoo. You’re right by the way it doesn’t sound good, but at least they’re portrayed positively.”

This time I’m sure he bites his lip.

“What?” I smile a toothy grin.

His mouth hangs open and he laughs. “Maybe you aren’t terrible at flirting.”

Frankly, I hadn’t realized that was flirting, but I can tell he loves it when I show him that I was listening to him rant. I’ve never met a guy who's so excited about the stuff he likes. It’s cute and refreshing.

It takes several minutes for Shane to recover, and when he does he puts on his ‘confident’ face. Before I can tell the waiter what I want he orders for me.

“My handsome companion will have the Farmers Special Breakfast Burrito, extra on all the meats, and I’ll have the Chicken in a Biscuit.” He hands the waiter the menus. “Is our drink ready?”

“Yes sir, be out in a second.” The waiter nods and trots off.

“Look at you, being the gentleman. Cute.” I finish my coffee. “Don’t you dare think about paying.”

“No?”

“That’s the man's job!” I flex.

“We’re both men, Dekk,” Shane says. “Have you ever had a guy pay for you before?”

I think back on all my dates, all the way to the first one. We went to Taco Bell and he blew me while I drove him home. “...No.”

“My ex always paid for me, so I thought I’d try to pay for you.” He says.

“Did you like getting paid for?” I ask.

He frowns. “Not really.”

“Oh, uhm, well, maybe we should split the bill. Bri would be furious if I made you pay!”

Shane rebounds quickly. “We’ll see. Ah, your hangover cure!”

A waitress sets a large glass in the middle of the table, it’s an entire pitcher of orange juice, and berries. I have no doubts it’s loaded with alcohol. My stomach turns.

“Uhhh, sugar?” I sniff the glass.

“C’mon, hair of the dog,” He takes a sip puts his elbows on the table, and laughs, his eyes soften the longer he stares at me.

“W-what?”

“You’re so adorable, Dekk. Honestly, the cutest derg I’ve ever seen.”

I’m at a loss for words and resort to drinking to buy time. Shane never stops watching me, part of me misses the cute, shy, bashful twink because I’ve never really been spoken to like this. I’m starting to like being called cute, though.

Our food arrives while I’m trying to think up something to say, and I’m thankful we eat in silence. Shane was right, a bit of booze and this burrito has my hangover almost totally gone, except for this weird feeling in my stomach.

“Need to use the bathroom before we go?” Shane asks.

“Oh, sure, be right back.”

When I return Shane isn’t in the booth but standing by the door with a styrofoam box. He holds the door open as I approach and nods for me to walk through. I swear I hear him whisper ‘Damn’ as I walk by.

“Were you checking out my ass?” I ask.

“Yeah. Is that alright?” He hooks his arm around my waist.

“I forgive you this time… And don’t we have to pay?”

“I already did.” Shane nods. “I got you a cinnamon roll, Bri said you like sweets, so…”

“You’re a sneaky little dude.” I laugh. “But you can’t buy my love with sweets.”

“Mhm.” Shane blushes. “Guess you’ll have to pay next time.”

“So there will be a next time!”

“If we survive this weekend, yeah. Come on. The others are probably just waking up and I want to hang out by the pool and read while it’s still quiet.”

Our walk is quieter this time. We’re both slightly buzzed from our drink at breakfast and stuffed full. Shane smiles for the whole walk back, sneaking little glances up at me every few minutes. Anytime I ask about he just says ‘You’re too cute.’.

I wish my stomach didn’t feel so weird.

The house is still a tomb when we get back. People remain passed out on the floor, all over the furniture, and a few people are sleeping in the pantry in the kitchen. Shane leads me up to his room.

“You can leave your bag in here.” He says as he throws off his shoes.

“Cool, thanks.” I stare as he pulls off his jeans and shirt, leaving him just in his underwear. “Uhhh.”

“Hmm?” He smiles and walks across the room. “Something wrong, Dekk?”

“You’re such a tease when it’s just us.” I smile. “I like it.”

He opens a drawer and puts on a too-big T-shirt.

“You can really rock the big-shirt no-pants look, little dude.”

“You think so?” He spins in place for me.

I lick my lips and swallow. “Yeah.”

“Good to know.” He puts on pajamas. “You can sleep in here tonight, too. I can take the floor again.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, little dude. It’s your room!” I cross my arms. “That’d be rude.”

“Yeah I guess it would, so you don’t mind sharing the bed?” He walks up to me and stands on his tiptoes, planting a kiss on my cheek.

“N-no.”

“Good. I’m gonna go read by the pool, uh, you can come hang out if you want.” He blushes and grabs a different book from the shelf.

“New series?”

“Nah, rereading Lord of the Rings while I wait for the second Gunmage book to show up. See you downstairs.”

“I think I’ll nap here for a bit, I feel a food coma coming on.” I sit on the bed and remove my shirt and the too-tight pants. I lay on my side, facing him, and rub my belly. “The house is still pretty dead.”

Shane swallows and shuts the door. “Actually, could I read in bed?”

“Your house, your rules, little dude.” I scoot back, my legs already hanging off the bed by a fair amount and if Shane weren’t so skinny there’s no way he could fit.

He stands in front of me, openly ogling my chest. “I’ll just, uh, lay right here.”

“Do whatever you like.”

“Whatever, huh?” Shane climbs into bed next to me and brings his face next to mine.

“Sure,” I swallow again.

Shane pushes his lips to mine and reaches down to rub my belly, I try to back away but he pushes further and keeps me in the kiss. “Sorry. I just couldn’t resist.” Shane laughs. “You’re too cute.”

I stare, dumbstruck. “No, it, uh, it’s good. I’m good. That was, that was great.”

Shane lays on the bed in front of me and opens his book. “You should save that for later this time, Dekk.”

“Save…Fuck! Sorry, I–” I gasp. “Oh fuck, the shower. Oh my God, I’m sorry Little Dude I–”

“It’s fine, we’re both dudes. I... Chose to take it as a compliment.” He scoots even closer to me. “Am I…Am I going to fast, making you uncomfortable?”

I put a hand on his stomach. “If you’re not uncomfortable I’m not.”

“Good.” Shane smiles wide while he reads.

The only sounds are distant footsteps in the house and the turning of pages in his book. I pull him into my chest and rest my head on top of his while he reads.

“Have a nice nap, Dekk,” Shane whispers and I fall asleep.

This is nice. I don’t remember the last time I had a good cuddle session, and Shane fits just right up against me like this. He doesn’t comment on my boner pressed up against him, so I don’t worry about it. I have no idea how much time passes, but I hear the door open.

“Hey, Shane have you seen–”

“Brian!” Shane yelps.

Brian is greeted with the sight of my hand beneath his younger brother's shirt and my nose buried in his neck. My exposed chest pressed against the younger, smaller, human's back and the tip of my rock-solid dragonhood strains my underwear to the limit.

My barely-concealed cock is resting right on Shane's pretty little ass.

“ DEKKAAAAAAAAAAARD! ”