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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dad/John_Egbert
  Character:
      John_Egbert, Rose_Lalonde, Jade_Harley, Dave_Strider, Dad_Egbert
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-24 Words: 1715
****** Cake ******
by MaK
Summary
     John has a delicious treat for his friends and his Dad is a bit upset
     to find that he didn't get a slice.
Notes
     On my phone ignore typos plz
Your name is John Egbert and you're currently wiping leftover cum on your pant
leg. A majority of it sits on top of a cake made by you for your friends, the
last bit of decoration before completion. Of course, you spread white frosting
around so nobody, not even Rose Lalonde, can be the wiser. Quickly moving about
for minor reasons such as washing up, you wait for your friends to come
downstairs at the appointed time. A sleep over at your house led to many days
of shinanigans, but you want them to leave with this in their stomachs. It'll
give you something to wank to until it becomes an old joke.
Dave is the first to come down and, even through dark shades, you can see him
eyeing the cake. "Damn, John. This better be hells of delicious."
"Oh, yeah, totally. Shit's sweet as hell."
"Fuck. Yes."
Dave prepares his slice - a big one, but it's not as if you mind - while Rose
and Jade make their way down steps with grins and hand holding. They eye the
cake as well, much more openly than Dave, and both comment on how it looks as
great as it smells. "Taste is the important thing here, though," Jade grins,
buck teeth spilling over her lips along with her tongue as she watches Rose cut
the pastry.
"Are you going to have some, John?" Rose asks, knife settled on the frosting as
she waits.
You smile, putting away ingredients as you reply. "Nah, I ate leftover batter.
You guys can have as much as you'd like." Emphasis is large on the word much
and Rose gives you a soft smirk with a raised eyebrow.
"Alright," she says.
"Ooh, my god. John. John, holy shit." Both of you look over to see Strider,
fork in mouth and the first bite of cake taken. You're excited alright, knowing
just what entered one of you best friends' mouths. "It's so fucking good."
"I agree," Jade rings. She hasn't even made it off the counter and she's got
half of her takings smeared over her face. "John, you've got, like, a talent.
Oh em gee."
"Rose, eat it." You say, rather quickly. Attempting to hide it with a genuine
smile seems to work, as she no longer looks startled. A small bite is taken on
her fork and you watch it travel to black painted lips, where it disappears as
Rose's face seems to light up as she chews.
Once she swallows, she admires, "This is rather amazing, John. I'd have to say
you have quite the talent in a kitchen."
You laugh through the arousal sprinting around your body. This apron is your
savior, as for now it can hide your growing erection. "Don't mention it. My dad
will want me to work in here, too. And there's no way I'm doing that. Ever."
Dave is coming back up for more while Rose hums through another bite, Jade
across from the two of you has got her face stuffered into her food and is
licking ravishingly for more. This time, Strider doesn't even leave to sit at a
table. His fork is back in frosting and deliciousness and all you can think
about, while they're simply adoring this cake, is that they've each eaten some
of your cum. Harley has it spread across her face, for fuck's sake! And Rose,
by far the most civilized in this group, is humming at how absolutely marvelous
your skills and your pastries are. You're basically melting over in the corner,
arms against the oven as you watch the cake and your seed disappearing into
happy mouths. The very last bit is stolen by Jade, who is now attempting to
lick away the frosting and oh, god, this is making you way hornier than you
thought it would.
 
They leave in the order that they came. Dave is gone first, his flight to Texas
taking place at ten that night. Rose and Jade spend another night, one in which
is torture because you can't get off with them so nearby. However, Jade
eventually goes at some absurd hour in the morning and you wake up to a
singular friend laying on the floor covered in Squiddle! blankets. Rose has got
her face stuffed into her pillow, soundly sleeping, so you carefully step about
her and race to the bathroom.
It's almost painful to actually touch yourself. Your dick has been raking
against your pants since they ate their dessert and a single pump from your
hand almost makes you cry. Rose is shuffling around in the hallway, you think,
probably in search of food; you keep quiet, muffling your moans and few
whimpers into the palm that isn't grasping your balls or tugging at your cock.
Release comes quickly and you let out a bit of a squeel when it happens, but
overall you manage to compose yourself. Toilet flushed and hands washed, you
move out of the restroom and into the living room, where Rose is sitting with a
bowl of cereal and messy hair.
"Morning, John."
"You're not much of a morning person, are you?"
"Nope." She takes a loud bite of cereal. You watch her lips for a moment and
just remember how delighted they looked with your cum going between them.
Forcefully, you end the stare and go to kitchen.
 
Rose leaves later that day, after the two of you had showered and played more
than fifty different card games, including go fish. You love your friends,
dearly, but are relieved to have them gone for now. You wait until the bus the
your friend boards is gone, down the block and forever out of your mind, and
then pounce to your Dad's study.
He's bent over paperwork and the room smells of your father - that's to say,
shaving cream and cologne. More importantly, it smells of cake and you grin to
eye the one sitting on the corner of his desk. "Dad, hey. Dad."
"Did you enjoy your prank?" he responds, looking up from his work to your no
doubt delighted eyes.
A small groan escapes from your lips until he puts down the pen and swivels his
chair around. Your hips are flushed against his lap in a matter of moments and
you're hardening dick is laying just above his fully erect one. "Proud of you,
John." He laughs and grabs at your bum, making it so the two of you are flush
together. You don't complain.
"Proud enough to gimme a treat?"
His eyes point towards the cake.
"One that isn't so sweet?"
"Oh, well. I suppose."
Your Dad doesn't give you a chance to respond because he's palming you through
your pajama pants and a moan replaces any words you could haved formed that
weren't, "Oh, god. Please."
His tongue is on your collarbone and you're squirming as his heat is
immediately all over you. It's addicting and, with the added thought of your
trick last night, has you humping his thigh in a matter of minutes. "I'm almost
kind of sad, John. You didn't save your old man a slice. That wasn't very
nice." You whimper because his hand comes to ground against you roughly.
"D-Dad... please, I'mma... c-c..."
"Not yet."
"What?"
"I didn't get any cake. Were you listening? I'm a little hurt, John."
"Can I ma... make it up t-to you?"
"Maybe."
It isn't hard to figure out and you're sliding down, onto your knees, faster
than he could have said cake or mentioned how sarcastically sad he was about
not having some of your cum covered cake. Whatever; maybe he knows that his
whole little charade, of actually knowingly wanting your seed in his mouth, is
making you more than just a bit horny? He's gotta, anyone would know, because
you're just about ready to rut against the floor to get off and it shows.
There's a quick act of you copying him, palm against his bulge, but it ends as
quickly as it started and you've got his fly down and dick out in a matter of
moments. You're probably drooling, eyes fixated on its size and, god, you
really want to get off. You take the head in your mouth and moan at the sound
he makes, bobbing your head a bit while licking around in circles until you're
prepared to go further. He knows that you have almost no gag reflex and could
easily deep throat him, but it makes this whole action hotter for you and more
funny in the overall.
In the end, he grasps your hair once your tongue slides over the slit in the
head and drives his cock into the back of your throat. There's a moment of
surprised sputtering and you, carefully, take small breaths through your nose
before finishing your father off. A few motions with your head and several
swirls with your tongue, along with the light grazing of your teeth and the
grabbing at his testicles, have him thrusting into your face and coating the
back of your throat in white. You swallow most of it, having an odd but amazing
sensation as it slides down your throat, and all the rest to splatter on your
neck and chest. The bits of it on your face are quickly wiped away by your
Dad's hand and licked off by you.
"Oh, you're so good. Apology accepted, son."
"Dad, please." It comes out as a whimper.
He sighs, as if actually upset about your begging, but protrays a shit eating
smirk that just makes you whine. You're signaled to get back onto his lap once
his pants have been zipped back up, and do as you're told optimistically. Pants
and boxers are discarded on the floor (through awkward shuffling but with
success) and your father has got his palm wrapped around your, admittedly,
smaller cock. Your hips thrust and jerk and your breathing becomes harsh and
hot and your Dad puts his mouth back on your neck and squeezes your ass and it
doesn't take all that long for you to come, spilling the evidence of your
orgasm onto his black shirt. He moves it onto his fingers and you whimper and
paw at his chest.
"They loved my cake, Dad."
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