Are you on fire,
From the years?
What would you give for your
Kid fears?

Joe's starting to wonder if he's going to have to give in and just jump Dylan.

At first, it wasn't that big of a deal. Dylan's weird; everybody knows that. Joe doesn't really mind, because most of the time, Dylan is weird in good ways. He's never hit Joe, or even yelled at him, and he hardly ever orders him around and even when they're at school, he always says thanks when Joe does something for him. Sure, he can be a jerk on occasion, but for the most part, Joe thinks he lucked out when the Neals bought him.

After a while, though, when he's the only one in his class who's not having sex with his master, he starts getting nervous. Maybe it's not just Dylan being Dylan, and there's something wrong--Joe's too skinny and doesn't have an ass to speak of and he's got that stupid hair--and Dylan isn't attracted to him. He hears other slaves in his year whispering behind his back that his master doesn't want him and won't fuck him, and he'll probably end up getting sold.

Joe worries about that--any slave who says they don't is lying--but what keeps him awake at night is thinking of the way Dylan's father had looked at him when he made Joe leave the stupid book on the night stand. Master Neal is the one who really owns him, and he has every right to use his property as he sees fit. It almost seems like he's waiting for Dylan to go first, and Joe's fine with that, but surely he'll get tired of waiting at some point. The idea of Dylan's dad fucking him is just creepy and Joe would prefer not to think about it.

Not that anyone gives a shit about his preferences.

Still, it would be nice for his first time actually doing it to be with someone he likes. Maybe then he can figure out why it's such a big deal. At the rate Dylan's going, though, it's obviously going to be a while.

Fortunately, until Dylan finally gets around to claiming him, his instructors have told him that he can jerk off whenever he likes--which is why Joe's in the shower at 5:30 on a Saturday morning. They've also said that he should try to think about his master, and sometimes he does. Sometimes he thinks about Andy, who's pretty hot for a guy his age, and who probably knows what he's doing. Occasionally he'll think about Blair, Master Neal's new body-slave, who's cute and isn't all that much older than Joe--though he's also kind of an asshole. Usually, though, he doesn't think about anything other than the fact that his hand on his dick feels good, and that he needs to get off quickly and make it back to bed before Dylan wakes up.

Joe shuts the water off as soon as he comes. As he steps out of the shower and dries off, he hears what sounds like soft moaning in the bedroom. He slinks over to the bathroom door and yup, definitely moaning; when he squints he can see movement on the other side of the room.

"Oh shit..."

He must have said it out loud, because the moaning stops, and he can hear the sheets rustling. It's too dark to tell, but he thinks Dylan's looking at him.

"I...uh...."

Joe swallows hard, and frantically tries to remember what he's supposed to do. "Dylan...." He takes a deep breath and steps into the room "Let me...um...can I?"

"I...is it okay?"

Christ, for once in your life could you actually, I don't know, tell me what to do? Joe moves closer, and when Dylan doesn't say anything, he perches on the end of the bed and rests a hand on Dylan's stomach. His skin is warm, and even though he's older, he's not as hairy as Joe is.

"I wasn't sure if you...." He just manages to bite back the words "...were ever going to get around to this." He trails his hand down farther until his fingers brush against Dylan's cock. It's certainly not the first time he's done this, but...this is Dylan, and he doesn't want to screw it up.

Moving slowly and deliberately, he wraps his fingers around the shaft and strokes. Dylan makes a sound that seems encouraging, so he does it again, a little harder. This gets him an actual moan, and Dylan arching up against his hand.

It's hard to remember everything, especially with Dylan squirming and making those noises. Keep an even pressure and maintain a steady rhythm...always watch your master for your cues.... He hears Dylan gasp, a sharp intake of breath, and then he's coming all over Joe's hand. Dylan turns his head away.

Uh-oh.... "Dylan?" he asks hesitantly.

Dylan reaches up and rests his hand on the side of Joe's face. It's feels almost uncomfortably intimate, which is stupid considering he just jerked Dylan off, but still....

"It's okay," Dylan tells him, laughing a little nervously. "No really...totally okay."

Before he can filter the words, Joe blurts out, "I liked it." And it's true--he did. It wasn't like in class, where the instructors are always walking around, watching everything you do and taking notes. Dylan really did seem to enjoy it, and the way he touched him just now almost makes Joe wish that things could be different between them.

As Joe's wiping his hand off on the towel, Dylan murmurs, "I can tell." He doesn't move when Dylan tugs on the towel; he can't, because he has no idea what he's supposed to do here. Then Dylan's got his hand on Joe's dick and it doesn't matter anymore. It feels fucking incredible, way better than when it's one of the other guys in class and not weird and uncomfortable like it is when it's one of the girls.

Joe clutches the edges of the towel as Dylan--his master--strokes his cock. Dylan's a little hesitant at first, but he's always been a fast learner.

"Oh fuck...." Joe shudders, eyes closed as he comes because he doesn't dare look at Dylan. They sit in silence, which should be awkward but isn't, until Dylan yawns.

Joe laughs. "Go back to sleep," he tells Dylan, punching his arm lightly.

""You...um...wanna do it again?" Dylan asks as he settles back into bed. Joe rolls his eyes.

That's got to be one of the dumber questions in the history of dumb questions, but of course, he's not going to say that. "Well duh," is all he says.

That wasn't too bad, though, he thinks as he washes up, tossing the used towels in the hamper and replacing them with fresh ones. Definitely could have been a lot worse.

-end- 

Notes: I totally and completely blame poisontaster and her CWRPS series A Kept Boy, which made me want to write about the SGA actors in her universe. This is all her fault. Thanks also to telesilla for giving it a once-over.

This is a companion piece to telesilla's "As Near to Love (As Love Will Ever Be)", written from Joe's point of view. The title is from another Indigo Girls song, "Kid Fears". What? They'll take my card away!

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