Midday

As the digital clock on Amy's nightstand reads 11:03 AM, my stomach rumbles. Amy pushes me away from her and then turns me, looking into my eyes, and then nodding. “All right, slut, come on. Do you want meat and milk, or a sandwich?”

“Meat and milk?” I ask, blinking at her, and she points at her hips and then makes a stroking motion to tell me that she means sucking cock and swallowing. “Meat and milk, please. I mean, if it's no trouble and if you don't mind, of course.”

“Not at all,” Amy replies, before asking a probing question, as if testing me, “Favourite thing to eat for lunch?” I nod in answer, and she smiles, nodding and sliding off her bed to stand up with me. Amy motions toward the bedroom door.

“I don't produce enough to provide you an appropriate meal by myself,” she tells me, “You will need to ask Dean if he's willing to help feed you. Half a cup of milk is just not enough to be an appropriate lunch for a faggot to remain well-fed.”

“Okay!” I nod, “What if he says no, though?”

“Then I call around the neighbourhood,” Amy replies casually, “I am sure Gabby or Norbert would be willing to feed you. Actually, fuck it, I can call the twins. You should have more than two cups of milk if that's all you're gonna eat for lunch.”

“It's okay, I don't need a ...”

“Shut up, faggot,” Amy cuts me off and I jerk into silence, smiling at her as programmed. “My best friend is not going to be underfed while having lunch with me. Go ask Dean if he's willing to feed you. I am going to make a couple of phone calls.”

“Okay,” I answer, “Thanks, Amy.” I turn and slip out of her bedroom and go to Dean's door, knocking gently, to notify him I am there, and wait for answer. For a long moment, there isn't an answer, then the door pulls open, and Dean looks at me.

“Hey, sup?” he greets me. Dean's always been super cool, totally chill. I've never really considered him a friend, since he's my best friend's brother. Still, I guess it'd be fair to say we are on friendly terms, our being Amy's two chiefest supporters.

“Hey, I would like some meat and milk for lunch,” I say, and as he starts to point toward the kitchen, I clarify what I mean, for him. “Would you be willing to feed me, Dean? Amy says she doesn't produce enough milk to feed me properly, alone.”

“She doesn't produce eno- ... oh. You mean you're asking for my milk,” he blinks and stares at me as the realisation strikes, then coughs, and nods swiftly. “Absolutely, of course I'll help feed you. You've been my baby sister's best friend forever.”

“Come on in,” he half-turns, removing himself from my path, “Do you want to eat on the bed, or are you comfortable with being under the desk? I am working on something, but I don't mind taking a break if you're more comfortable on the bed.”

“On the bed, please, I'd like you to relax and enjoy yourself,” I answer. Dean beams a shockingly brilliant smile at me, his teeth gleaming in the artificial light of his bedroom. He moves to his closet and gets a spare pillow, laying it on his bed.

“Well, shit, if you're gonna be accommodating, I'm gonna have to be, too, then, Nico!” he says, laying the pillow down on his bed. He pulls the two pillows at the head of his bed out from underneath the covers and positions them so he can sit.

“Would you like to take your clothes off while you eat?” he asks. It hadn't occurred to me, but I strip down immediately in answer, as he gets on his bed and leans back against the propped pillows. He puts his legs to either side of the third one.

“Come on, twink,” he teases, patting his thigh, “Come get some lunch. You deserve it.” I come to him immediately, and I pull myself onto his bed, sliding between Dean's legs as he unbuttons and unzips, sliding his pants down underneath me.

His big, beautiful cock flops out, flaccid but free, and his musk hits my nose. I lean down, breathing in deeply and sighing. He smells so much better than I expected. I don't know why I'm surprised, but with his meat out, I look up at him quietly.

He has his hands behind his head, relaxing, but when I look up at him, he smiles and moves one to my hair. Fingers slide into my hair, stroking my scalp gently, and he guides me down. I kiss his cock appreciatively, then lick from helm to hilt.

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