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Title: Daddy Dearest
Rated: For male/male themes, language, sex, “incest”, and pedophile ventures
Story: At the age of seventeen Dean Jason had become a paternal father to his best friend’s newborn, now the child he took in is visiting him; and not a child anymore, and Dean cant help but feel attracted to the young man that calls him Daddy
One Shot? Be The Judge
1988
“You know if you could just get your own car Dean you wouldn’t have to ask your Mom to let you borrow hers,” mentioned Melissa as she smoothed a stray hair on her Mohawk.
“Yeah, and then I’d have to pay insurance, gas, and who knows what else,” Dean took a left and continued to drive straight, a few stray glances at the colorful lines of houses adorning the streets “Why don’t you get a car?”
“Are you kidding me? I can’t even afford bangles what makes you think I can afford a car? Besides why in the hell do I need a car, when I got Malcolm?” Melissa grinned at Dean as he rolled his eyes; opening the vanity mirror she rummaged through her purse.
“Malcolm,” spat Dean “You still going out with the Pentagon?”
“Oh please, that was like a year ago, everyone should just get over it,” Melissa uncapped the tube of pink lipstick and began to roll it onto her lips.
“No one has ever gotten away with what he did, dating five girls at the same time without them knowing is some pretty hardcore stuff yah know.”
Capping her lipstick tube Melissa smacked her lips and unwrapped a piece of gum, offering one to Dean who refused it she placed it on her tongue and chewed “Hey! At least it shows that he isn’t as stupid as people think.”
“Yeah, it only shows how much of a liar and jerk he really is.”
“You’re just jealous!”
“Me? Jealous of that turd?”
“Well yah, he has the hottest chick in his arm.”
“Yeah? Who is she?”
Punching his arm Melissa smiled “Jerk!”
Dean laughed rubbing his arm where the sting of rings still tingled “Yeah sorry, but you can do better Mel.”
“You know I cant, and don’t lie I’m just not like the super blondes here,” she admitted.
Dean could only silently agree. At seventeen Melissa wore her pink hair in a Mohawk the sides of her baldhead growing in dark stubbles. She wasn’t beautiful, but quite pleasing to the eye. Her eyes were a dark blue that she outlined with blue eyeliner and green mascara. Her lips of a neon pink and cheeks brushed with dark cherry blush that looked like fireworks from the wisps that seemed to falter against her cheekbones.
“Let’s listen to some music,” offered Dean and turned up the volume.
Madonna’s voice echoed in the car as she sang to Pappa Don’t Preach.
“Hey!” whined Dean as Melissa turned off the radio “I was listening to that.”
“God Dean! Can you be anymore gay?” Melissa turned from him and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Jeez what’s wrong? You only snap at me whenever something is really bothering and its got to be bad, because you only mention me being gay when it’s big.”
“It’s nothing…its just that…she fuckin’ pisses me off, Pappa don’t preach, who the fuck cares, you know he’s not gonna preach he’ll just kick her out into the curve. And what the hell is Madonna of all people complaining? She’s got money for Christ sakes, who wouldn’t want to be with her?”
“It’s just a song Mel,” admitted Dean.
“See that’s why I didn’t say anything because I knew you wouldn’t understand.”
“Enlighten me.”
“Okay Mr. Fix-It-All, guess what? I’m pregnant!”
Silence pulsed in Dean’s ears louder than the sounds of horns, and cars whizzing past theirs shaking the car slightly.
“You’re kidding right?”
“…No…”admitted Melissa as tears sprung from her eyes.
“Fuck,” cursed Dean “Does Malcolm know?”
“No,” admitted Melissa, streaks of blue and green ran down her pink cheeks.
Dean stopped the car at a local Liquor store and shut the engine, slowly turning to face Melissa, his green eyes gazed at her seriously beneath the fall of his dirty blonde hair “You have to tell him.”
“I cant!” cried Melissa as she kicked the dashboard angrily.
“Why the hell not!”
“Because it’s not his baby!”
Dean could only keep quiet at the new revelation as Melissa cried, her makeup officially fucked-up.
“…I’m afraid to ask…but whose is it?”
Dean listened to Melissa’s sobs and hiccups as she turned to look at him again her wide eyes, and colored face tinged with fear and almost embarrassment as she quietly whispered “J-jean.”
“Fuck Melissa!” screamed Dean as he tore out of the car “That fucking bastard? Why? The asshole has had so much pussy his dick is bleeding with disease! And you just openly walk right up to him and spread your fucking legs for him?!”
It was well known that Jonathan, branded Jean from the constant pants he shimmied into and threw away from the countless of girls he had, was a walking anti-poster board for wearing any protection when it came to sex.
It was also well known Dean and Jean’s dislike for one another. As one of Jean’s conquest had been too infatuated with Dean to give a damn or second look at the pretty boy, but unfortunately she hadn’t come any closer when Dean mentioned his attraction to soft males, instead of females.
“I-I was scared!” admitted Melissa “Malcolm wasn’t there and I didn’t know what to do! Everyone just kept whispering things about me! I couldn’t let them talk! Janice kept laughing at me and I just had to get the bitch back! I didn’t know it’d end up like this!”
Dean knew well what Melissa spoke off. ‘The damn party’ he groaned. He knew well what everyone thought of Melissa, especially Janice Ritchie, typical blonde and girlfriend to the infamous Jean.
A notorious party had been announced through flyers in bold letters on the cheap pieces of green paper. Dean and Melissa had attended, and as Dean had gone off to the end of the house party where a single cute little brunette sat by himself, Melissa had decided to wait for Malcolm in front.
It was after Dean had the boy’s number in his pocket did he go look for Melissa, only to be told that the ‘Bitch’ left. He’d gone home too, completely satisfied thinking Melissa had gone off with Malcolm; guess he’d been wrong.
“I’m scared,” cried Melissa, and Dean felt his heartbreak “I can’t take care of a baby.”
“Don’t cry Mel, we’ll…I’ll…take care of you,” he promised and wrapped his arms around her.
“I just don’t know what to do!”
“It’ll be okay, everything will be okay you’ll see…”
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