Chapter 12: No More Cake For Jake

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"Done already?" I ask, seeing Jake exit the bathroom.

"Yeah," he remarks.

"Wow, I feel sorry for the next girl you have sex with," I joke.

He looks stricken for a moment but he laughs anyway. "Shut up, Rico."

"Even I can last longer than that," I playfully tease.

"How do you know that?"

I smirk. "I just know."

"Well, just so you know, I didn't jack off."

"You didn't?"

He shook his head. "All I had to think about was you and I quickly became deflated."

My smile diminishes. "Of course, because I'm a guy and you're not into guys," I state, with a chuckle to cover my frown.

He's not into guys.

~*~

"Want to play a board game?" Jake asks.

"No." I walk around until I spot the cake that's still untouched.

"Rico, what are you doing?"

"I think I'm about to get some cake," I answer, "I don't want it going to waste. Want a piece?"

"Sure."

I cut him and I a piece into the cake but stare at it. "We don't have any forks," I comment, "Or plates."

"So, we'll eat it with our hands."

I nod in compliance, despite my dislike of getting my hands dirty. I lift up his piece in one hand and mine in the other. Once I'm in front of him, I hand him his piece and he stuffs it in his mouth.

After I'm done with my piece, Jake snaps his fingers at me. "I want another one."

I go to get him another and hand it to him. He stuffs it in his mouth again. "Jake, stop doing that."

"Doing what?" he asks, with his mouth full.

"Eating the cake like that."

"I haven't had cake for almost eight years."

"Not even at birthday parties?"

He shook his head. "My family is on a strict diet."

"Then, why do you eat the food at school?" I ask. "Everything served there is processed."

"I only stick to the salads," Jake responds, "Although there are some occasions when I have eaten unhealthily."

Memory strikes me. "Like you do to my lunch?"

He laughs, "Yeah."

"Why is your family on this diet?"

He looks at me knowingly. "You know why."

"No I don't."

"Because we had an obesity problem."

Instantly, everything made sense to me. It's no wonder why Jake eats so lightly and why he's in shape.

He continues, "But we're all in great shape and we constantly exercise."

"What happens if you get caught eating things outside of your diet?"

"I get grounded," he remarks, "And I have to do double the work in exercising that night to get off the extra pounds."

I am at a loss of words for several moments. "Are you happy?"

He snorts, "Having a restraint on what I eat? No. But, I'm happy at my progress." When I only smile as a response, he states, "I want some more cake."

I eye him, expecting him to get it himself, but the look he gives me has 'You get it' written all over his face. I motion my head to the cake. "Get more."

He still has the same expression.

"No way."

"Seriously, Rico?"

"Seriously, Jake."

He eyes me in astonishment. "I opened up to you about how this is freedom and you keep me away from it?"

"I'm not keeping you away from anything," I reply, "I'm just saying that you can get it."

"I'm not eating anymore unless you get it for me."

"Then I guess you're not getting anymore cake, Jake."

He snarls, "Give me another piece."

"No," I stubbornly remark, "You have two functioning legs and arms."

"You got it the first time! Why not the second time?" he demands.

"Fine, lazy bastard" I retort, "I'll give you not one but two pieces to make you happy."

I cut out two big pieces for him and hold them in each hand.

"Thanks, Rico. Was that so hard to do?"

Right after he says that, I smash the two pieces in his face. "Ha!" I bellow, snickering childishly. "There's your cake!"

He isn't stunned for long. "Rico, what the hell?"

I dash to the cake to get some more ammo but he beats me there, grabbing a huge wad of cake and smashing it on my lips. I reach for the cake but he grabs my hands and mushes the cake from my lips to my neck and chest. I break free from him but he lifts me in the air and takes me back to the air mattress, dropping me there.

He continues rubbing the cake all over me.

I burst out laughing, "It tickles, Jake!"

He grins joyously, "Ticklish, Rico?"

He continues, which causes me to laugh even louder. "Stop, Jake! Stop!"

"First, you dump water on me, and then you smash cake in my face," he laughs along with me, "I'm going to get you back, Rico!"

"How are you going to do that, Jakie-Jake?"

He snorts, "Never call me that again."

"I gave you your cake," I roar in laughter. "In your face!" I finish.

He continues rubbing the cake on me as I continue to laugh.

"You got cake in my hair, Rico." He shakes his head, grinning lightly.

I respond, "You deserved it."

"Why?"

"Because you were being a douche about me getting you some more cake," I answer, with slight indignation.

"Sorry about that," he apologizes, laughing afterwards.

"You went diva-douche-mode on me for a second."

He takes a wad of cake from his shoulder and smashes it on me.

I sigh, "Well, how did you like the cake?"

"It wasn't sweet enough," he answers, surprising me.

"Then why did you eat two pieces?"

"Because I've been lacking freedom to eat sweets for such a long time and I guess I went berserk. I'm not even allowed to eat candy." He gets off me.

"Seriously?" I ask, climbing on top of him.

"Yeah," he says, "My mom and dad want us to be healthy physically and internally."

"Is that why you act so sour towards people?" I tease, "Because you're banned from sweets?"

"Shut up, Rico," he laughs.

I state, "But, it's okay to have sweets every once in a while."

"That's what I say, but they don't listen to me." He looks forlorn for a second but he rids the expression from his face. "Like they always do to me."

I sit up on top of him. "You can talk to me," I say, on impulse. My face burns up in surprise. "But, only because we're both stuck in here with each other and we have no choice but to listen to one another!" I add quickly. "We only have each other in here." My face becomes hotter as I realized what I said. "Not in that way since you're into—since we're riding different boats, so...," I trail off.

He groans, "Are you done babbling, baby?"

"Yeah," I reply, still embarrassed. To change the subject, I ask, "What would you have changed about the cake?"

"Make it sweeter of course."

"It's too bad the cake went to waste," I inhale, flickering my eyes at the destroyed cake. "We wasted it on ourselves." I look down at my chest, chuckling in excitement.

"Who said it was going to waste?" he asks, arising from the bed and enclosing the case around the cake.

I motion towards my body. "We both kind of did, since we just used it as an object to smack each other with."

He plops down on the bed on top of me.

Before I could scold him for carelessly hopping down on the bed again, he kisses me.

I pull back, "What are you doing?"

"Making the cake taste sweeter," he responds, reconnecting our lips.

I pull away again, "How is this making it sweeter?"

He kisses me again. "I just like this better."

He surprises me by licking my neck. I gasp, "Jake, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Cleaning you," he responds, sucking my neck.

"It tickles," I laugh, "I can just take a shower to clean myself."

"Why do you think I dirtied you up?" He kisses lower down my neck until his lips meet my chest.

"Don't tell me that you're enjoying this," I state jokingly.

"What if I tell you that I am?"

"Then, I wouldn't believe you."

"What would I have to do to make you believe me then?"

"I don't... know," I answer, with honesty.

He continues to slowly lick down my chest until he becomes shockingly close to my nipple. I push him off in shock, feeling my face become warmer. "Jake...," I mumble in confusion, becoming speechless.

He gazes into my eyes for a few moments and then kisses me. "See? This is much sweeter, isn't it?"

Before I could respond, he kisses me again, trailing his kisses back down my chest.

When his lips meet my nipple, I whimper silently. At the moment, I'm frozen in place, afraid I'll say or do something idiotic.

"Look who's body is responding now?" he murmurs, sucking it. "You're nipples are erect just from a little teasing." While he's sucking on it, he fondles with the other one. I intake a big breath.

"Jake...," I moan.

"It's no wonder, your name means rich in English," he murmurs, "You're rich of sweetness." He kisses my neck.

He entirely cleans my neck of the cake and then goes back down my chest.

I almost surrender myself to him but then I recalled him saying how I make it easy for him to get hard, because of my so-called need of being controlled. I instantly reverse our positions—now, being on top of him.

I kiss his lips. "Now, it's my turn."

"But, I haven't even finished cleaning you, baby," he groans.

I place my hand over one of my hardened nipples. "I think you cleaned me enough."

"Not really," he argues, "I still had plenty—"

I kiss one of his nipples, hushing him. Then, I circle my tongue around his bellybutton. He groans quietly, closing his eyes. I continue until his chest is mostly clean and then I sit up on his legs.

He pulls me down and smooches me. "Too much sugar for you?" I titter.

"No, but it might be the richness," he responds, pecking my lips.

I chortle at the remark and arise from the mattress.

"Where are you going?"

"To the shower to wash the rest of the cake off," I answer. "Between me and you, I don't like to smell like spit and cake."

He hurries behind me, grasping my waist and pulling me into him. "Let me join you." He kisses my neck.

"No way, asshole."

"I was just starting to like my name roll off your tongue too, Rico."

I make a face at him and continue my way to the bathroom, but he lifts me in his arms. "Jake!" I shriek, "Put me down now!" I swing at him.

He ignores my hollering and punches as he carries me there.

I cut on the shower and instantly feel myself being lifted by my legs. "Jake!"

He steps into the shower, drenching us both. "Rico, the water is cold," he complains.

"You didn't give me time to adjust the handles, douche!" I snarl.

He quickly makes the water warmer and puts me down.

I begin rinsing the cake off me and then I feel him rub my back. "I'll help clean you."

"I'm pretty sure my back doesn't have cake on it."

I feel his chest meet my back. "Now, you do."

"Jake!" I whine, facing him. "Why would you do that?"

He responds by removing my hair from my face. "So, that I can stay in here with you."

"Now, you're just being mean," I remark, swiftly turning back around.

"How?" he asks against my ear.

"You just are," I snip, feeling my face heat up.

"Can I do something that's nice?" he breathes on my neck.

I instantaneously hear the shower curtain open and close. I turn around to see that Jake discarded his boxers. "Jake!" I quickly turn back around. "You're naked!"

"What? Can't handle seeing a man naked?" he challenges.

"Man, schman," I scoff, "I bet you couldn't handle seeing one naked!"

"Take yours off then," he challenges furthermore, "I dare you."

Without hesitance, I hastily take off my drenched boxers and stare at the ground.

A harsh smack meets my butt. "Your ass looks nicer uncovered, baby."

I continue facing the opposite direction from him, in fear of being mesmerized by his nakedness.

"You're supposed to look at me."

I turn around, facing him.

"Wow, not bad from the front view too," he comments.

"You're not either," I remark, as steadily as I could. "You're... big."

"You haven't even seen my ass, because I've been looking at you." He does a complete turn, showing me what he looks like from the back. "Pretty nice, huh?"

I smack his butt hard. "Very nice bottom butt."

"Bottom butt," he states in confusion, turning around, "meaning what?"

"If you were to ever be the bottom while having sex with a guy, he'd enjoy your butt."

He still looked confused and somewhat pained.

"A bottom is the receiver, getting screwed by the top," I explain in simpler terms.

His expression worsened, as he places his hands on his stomach.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," he responds, "Can you rinse out my hair for me?"

"Sure." He bends down a little.

I wash the cake from his hair and then his face.

I turn around. "Wash my back, since it's your fault."

"Alright." He begins rinsing my back with the water and his hands kept getting lower and lower until both of his palms rested on my butt.

"Jake."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you touching my ass?"

He squeezes me, commenting, "Now, I'm not touching. I'm groping."

I sigh. "Are you done playing with my butt?"

"Not yet." He smacks the hell out of it, causing me to yelp in pain.

"Dammit!" I rub my butt, turning around. "Jake, that hurt!"

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" he teases.

I thump his ear. "Shut up!"

He laughs, "Is the cake off my face?"

I nod. "Is it off mine?"

"No. Close your eyes." I do as he says and feel him start rinsing off my face. "There, now it's all gone."

I open my eyes and turn around, rinsing off the final remainders off my chest.

Suddenly, Jake takes hold of my shoulder.

"Jake?" I ask, turning around and grabbing him, "What's wrong?"

He grasps his stomach again. "I feel bizarre."

"Maybe you ate too much cake?"

"It wasn't that much though," he protests, covering his mouth and stomach. He dashes out of the shower to the toilet and starts puking.

I go after him and rub his back as he endlessly threw up.

"No more cake for Jake," I say, after he's finished.

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