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Andre wouldn't consider himself a pedophile by any means—would honestly sucker punch any fuckin loser that called him that shit. While he definitely had some very specific interests—some less than...conventional, to be exact. Like guns, mass killers and all that freaky shit—but by no means, was liking little, annoying kids part of those at any point of his miserable life.
But God-fucking-damn it, was his little sister’s new friend just the cutest boy ever. The little, adorable blondie was a new kid from their middle school. Generally quiet and played recess by himself, but after Rachel first interacted in the hopes of being friends, it just... clicked. With her help, and of course, already big friend group—as the girl was a generally very friendly and considered the ‘’prettiest’’ girl of the entire grade—the blonde was able to make a bunch of new friends. Well, he's just going according to his little sister’s words—considering her awkward tendency to over-dramatize to seem like some sort of action heroine.
Calvin. Its a cute name, fits him perfectly, actually, seems like such a soft name for a boy—
The blonde, whom was usually clinging to Rachel like they were stuck at the hip with how attached he was to her. It was mostly passing little ‘’hellos’’ or the small stares when Cal saw the older boy around the house, that adorable smile with those crooked little teeth of him—which, note, definitely needed braces, as he heard from Rachel, saying his parents said that once while she looked through Andre’s stuff to steal his headphones again.
It meant everything to Andre, the little smiles and stares—before, of course, his little bitch of a sister drags him into her room to eat some snacks or watch some stupid, mind-numbing cartoons. He might go to hell, but who cares; he’ll already go for liking the things he does already. He loved the boy so much, but as ‘’pure’’ as a crush like this could get, darker and filthier thoughts began to drill through Andre’s head, just like trapped oil bubbling under water.
The brunette had been scrolling through random and slightly niche forums on his computer most of the morning, crawling into the afternoon as well since today was Saturday. Most of the posts were chatting about recent crimes such as killings or mass shootings; the latest one being at some school in New York where two student were killed, and 3 injured not too critically, before the shooter blew his brains out in the library by putting his shotgun in his mouth—seriously, Andre never understood why those fuckos did that, it was like... just shoot your temple! Be freaking efficient, for the love of all that is holy!—before S.W.A.T could catch him. Someone in the comments of the post wrote, “Why even bother? Numbers that low? Amateur.”
The older boy scoffed a little at the headlines, agreeing with the comments under the posti havent rlly like, corrcted errors and shit so far bc i usually do im that mocked the guy—what a fuckin’ joke. If you’re going to do some BS like this—half-assed—murder, just to kill so few little people, just stay at home and kill yourself alone at that point.
Andre continued scrolling a little more through the violent forums before he heard the doorbell loudly shriek throughout the house, making the boy hiss in annoyance at the noise. He leaned back on his chair, making it creak slightly; his gaze turned to the wall on his right. ‘’Rachel! Go open the door, I'm busy!’’
There was a beat of silence, which made the brunette raise an eyebrow as their rooms were right next to eachother and there was no way she didn't hear him yell like a schizo, nor could he hear annoying, girly pop-music blast from her room that would explain her lack of answer since the walls were extremely thin. He was preparing to yell again, this time a bit more frustrated before finally remembering she had gone to the mall earlier with their mother—it was the first time in forever she had a day off from her job at the gardening store in the heart of the city which she worked at, and it was also a weekday so Rachel didn't have school, either.
He sighed loudly and groaned, earning the attention of the sensitive ear of Mel, lying on his bed. Her ear twitched a little at the sound, but the creme-colored cat meowed quietly before going back to sleep comfortably on the blue covers of her master’s bed.
Andre blinked a little, sluggishly putting his hands on his desk and pushing it, so his chair with wheels would slide away to give him space to move and get up. He scratched his stomach and yawned as he got up and opened the door of his room—almost hissing like some cat fighting his territory when his dark-colored eyes reacted at the difference in lightening since his room was kept fairly dark, the only light being his computer’s screen—lazily strutting down the used and shiny woodened stairs in an unbothered manner.
Knowing Rachel, his family wouldn't be back until fuckin’ nightfall so it couldn't be them. Did he order some bullshit again? He doesn’t really remember, maybe that stupid, peppermint-colored bunny plushie his little sister really wanted, but that was supposed to come in a month or so for Christmas.
Though, much to his surprise, the package behind the door was better than anything he could've bought online. As the front door carefully opened, he was met with deep, round blue eyes and fluffy blonde hair.
Fuck.
He paused for a second, his hand still on the doorknob as he could only stare at the beauty that stood perfectly still on his doorstep. Andre could only but fucking stare, like his eyes were going to fall out of their sockets if he broke contact for even a second.
‘’Excuse me?’’
At this sudden, unexpected voice made the brunette suddenly blinked back to reality. Looking for the source of the noise only to finally notice a woman that stood nearby the boy. She looked gentle, her hair brown with tiny streaks of gray, a gentle but sheepish smile smoothing her already soft features. It didn't take Einstein to assume this was Cal’s mother, plus Andre could somewhat remember seeing her on some of the many pictures the family put on the walls in their house and in gold-laced frames that sat neatly on several pieces of smooth furniture like bookshelves and desks.
“Ah,” Andre grumbled, clearing his throat. He awkwardly adjusted the hem of his white t-shirt like he’d been caught looking at something he shouldn’t, like a child being caught stealing from the sweet cookie jar, “you’re, uh… Cal’s mom, right?”
She nodded, seemingly not having noticed Andre’s wandering eyes. “Yes. Pam. We’ve met briefly at the school open house, I believe?” She mumbled but didn't sound entirely sure.
Andre nodded, pretending he totally remembered that, even though he’d pretty much spent the entire open house sitting in the corner playing on his phone. I mean, in his defense, it was for Rachel and you can't really say he would've come if it wasn't for his parents dragging him along like a sack of potatoes.
“Tell him what you told me, sweetheart.”
Cal perked up after being suddenly addressed but quickly regained his cheery composure. “Um! Is Rachel here? I wanna show her this cool cheat code I figured out on my game. It’s honestly pretty cool! “ He held up the Game Boy as if presenting treasure. His mother gave him a pointed look and he coughed like he suddenly remembered a main reason they actually came here for, “Also, because I need the homework I missed because I was sick.” he mumbled.
Andre smiled, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. “Sorry, kiddo. Rachel’s out with our mom.”
“Oh.” Cal blinked; his cheerful demeanor deflated a little.
Pam exhaled, shaking her head before patting Cal’s head, the smooth, blonde locks sliding through her fingers. Andre watched as she did so and was slightly jealous. “Well, that settles that. C’mon, honey, we should g—”
“Actually,” Cal cut in quickly, his voice suddenly brighter but a little shaky. Not exactly like nervousness, but more so happiness and excitement so large it was hard to contain, his vocal cords shivering in turn, “I kinda... wanna stay. With Andre.”
Andre’s stomach slightly warmed at what Cal said like someone had lit a match inside it. It reminded the older boy of a little, clingy kitten clinging unto the dresses of their owner. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but that didn't demean Cal’s cuteness any less!
Cal’s mother hesitated, eyes flicking toward Andre with mild concern. She removed her hand from the smaller boy’s soft locks, a little like Goldilocks, putting her index on her chin as if in thought. “I don’t know... it’s getting late, Calvin, and we really didn’t plan to...”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Andre reassured casually, waving his hand. “I can drive him home later. I’ve done it a bunch of times whenever I brought Rachel over to your place. I always saw your husband or you guys in the driveway, remember?”
Cal nodded eagerly and his head turned to his mother. “He really did! His car is pretty loud, too; I don't know how you never saw mom.”
Andre snorted. Gosh he was so fucking cute; he would just like to grab him if it wasn't for his mother being present. “It is loud.”
She softened a little at the two statements but still squinted, still slightly unsure. “It’s not far, no, but...”
“Mom,” Cal mumbled under his breath, cheeks reddening, “’m not gonna get kidnapped.” He tried sounding as serious as possible but ended up giggling at the end, his eyes squinting a little as he smiled.
That made her laugh. It sounded genuine but there was a slight edge of nervousness in her tone. Nevertheless, she finally agreed. “I know, honey. Fine. If Andre doesn’t mind...”
“Not at all.”
She smiled, bending down to her knees and placed both hands on Cal’s shoulders. Her small, golden earrings jiggled a little and her glasses slid down the straight, pale bridge of her nose for a second before she pushed them back with her middle finger. “Alright then. Behave, listen to what Andre says and don't cause problems for him, okay?”
“Mom—” Cal groaned, face scrunched, and she ignored the clear embarrassment entirely as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. He made a tiny, wounded noise, like a puppy, almost hiding behind the Game Boy. He huffed, wiping the kisses away when she finally got away.
Pam giggled as she stepped off the small stairs that lead towards the entryway of the door, walking back towards her car before turning around. “Have fun you two! Call if anything!”
“We will!” Andre called back, lifting a hand to wave goodbye. Cal didn't follow, just watched his mother open the creaky door of the blue car, observing the wheels crunch away at the gravelly street as it left into the setting sun.
The moment he knew she was completely gone, the smaller boy breathed out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding, muttering a little to himself as he followed Andre inside the house, “She does that every time...”
The brunette gave the boy a smirk, an eyebrow raised while locking the door behind them. “She seems sweet.”
“She is,” Cal admitted, hopping unto the side of the foyer to take off his shoes and put them there like he's done many times before. “But she treats me like I’m six.”
The house was eerily quiet without Rachel, like the air itself was holding his breath—no obnoxious squealing, no loud TV showing cartoons like Fairly Oddparents or some other bullshit Andre didn't exactly care about, clatter of kandi bracelets and pearls laying around. Cal hummed as he plopped onto the couch, the elastic little sound vibrating out of him like he was a cartoon character powering up. He flicked on his Game Boy, that greenish light glowing against his hands.
“Since Rachel isn't here,” Cal chirped, blue eyes glued to the screen without sparing a glance at the older boy, “I can show you some games I like!”
“Sounds good to me,” Andre hummed smoothly, walking toward the open kitchen. “Want some snacks first?”
“Yes please.”
“Chips? Cookies? Both?”
Cal’s hum grew into a satisfied, thoughtful little sound, rumbling deep in his small throat. “Both.”
When Andre came back from the kitchen with a red-colored bowl of chips and a pack of chocolate chip and pink sugar cookies tucked under his arm, Cal was practically vibrating with excitement, thumbs tapping the tiny and clearly used buttons, the tinny Game Boy chime filling the living room.
Andre dropped onto the couch lazily, letting the cushions sigh and groan under him like a croaking duck, carefully setting the bowl of chips and the sleeve of cookies on the little scratched-up coffee table that had survived years of Rachel spilling juice boxes and nail polish on it—but of course, while he filled up the wide bowl and grabbed the plastic cookie container, he had absolutely no plans of snacking on either—his knee brushing Cal’s soft, pale ankle as the boy shifted. The soft electronic beeps of the Game Boy filled the quiet house, muffled and cozy, and Cal adjusted his seat on the couch so he could show Andre his screen, his head close to being on the older boy’s shoulder, the side of his torso touching Andre’s.
The brunette leaned back, one arm thrown casually along the couch’s backrest, eyes hooded in a way that made him look as relaxed and harmless as a sleeping golden retriever even though his thoughts were anything but harmless, like a german shepherd. “Hey, Cal?” he began, getting the blonde’s attention, but didn't take his eyes off his game, “You wanna come sit in my lap to show me? Easier for both of us.”
Cal paused mid-button-press, shoulders hitching. He looked up at Andre, brown and blue clashing into each other for a second. “In your lap?”
“Yeah,” Andre answered lightly, tipping his head with a crooked smile, “If you want. No pressure.”
Cal’s fingers fidgeted on the Game Boy buttons, tapping nervously even though nothing was happening on the screen, just making his character jump and move around. He sat like that for a moment, unsure, the warmth of his tiny body still close to Andre’s. He’d only ever really sat in his mom’s lap, or his dad’s when he felt sick, or sometimes in Rachel’s when she pulled him down abruptly and didn't let him get away until he finally accepted his fate. But Andre… well, Andre was a little older, cooler looking, sharp around the edges in that way Cal admired and would love to be when he grew up. He had lots of different clothes and some with even bands plastered on the front, messy hair, and talked about music and games like he actually understood what he was saying and had a genuine interest in them instead of copying what popular kids said. Cal liked him. A lot. But lap-sitting was... a little different.
Andre noticed the hesitation immediately, the way the boy’s nose twitched a little, like a bunny scenting the air. “Cal?” he asked softly, leaning forward just enough to make his voice feel closer, making the blonde at the same time feel even more encaged, stuck between Andre and the arm of the couch. “You okay?”
Cal blinked out of his thoughts like a light switching on and quickly shook his head to clear it, giving an awkward and forced smile to the older boy. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay. I just… yeah. I can.” And before he could think too hard and chicken out, he clambered slowly onto Andre’s lap, settling down with his back facing the brunette’s chest.
The problem, however, was the angle. Cal slid forward without quite meaning to, his ass pressing down right against Andre’s crotch, the contact punching a quiet groan out of the brunette before he could stop it. Andre’s firm hands came up to steady the boy, settling around Cal’s small, almost easily breakable hips—akin to a porcelain doll that Andre could very well rip apart if he so wished to—as if he needed to keep him balanced but in truth just craving the feel of the younger boy on his skin, putting his chin on Cal’s right shoulder to look over him. Cal, oblivious to it all, only scooted a tiny bit deeper into the older boy’s chest to get comfortable. That, in turn, absolutely did not help, his left shoulder pressing into Andre’s chest as he lifted the Game Boy about as high as his chest.
“Okay so— look,” Cal mumbled, tapping the buttons. “You open the menu and then you do this, then—”
Andre wasn’t listening. Not to the instructions, anyway. All his attention melted more and more with every little twitchy, unconscious shift of Cal’s weight and shaky hips in his hands, the warm pressure on his thigh along with the tiny frame of the boy pressing closer and closer. Andre’s heartbeat thudded with a slow, dangerous pleasure, fogging the last of his innocent, careful thoughts and coiling down his spine like a little devil. To that, an idea sparked quietly through him like fireworks lighting before burning up and exploding loudly during the 4th of July, its kaleidoscope of colors flying through the sky before disappearing.
He leaned in just slightly, his breath brushing the edge of Cal’s ear and the warm air slightly moving the blonde locks there as he murmured, “Hey, Cal.”
“Hm?” The boy didn’t look away from the screen, still focused.
“You wanna play a fun game?”
Cal blinked, pausing his game to turn his head to Andre on his shoulder. “But… we’re already playing this?”
Andre chuckled under his breath, shaking his head just a little since he didn't have much space, “Not that kind of game. Something even funnier. Way more fun, and I'll be able to participate instead of just watching.”
Cal’s dark brows lifted in simple, gleeful curiosity, because he was so terribly easy to excite, so ready to trust, so eager to please anyone who spoke to him kindly. It was almost hurtful to look at, which made it all the more exciting. “Really? What is it?”
Andre gave him a slow, warm smile that hid everything sharp and sinful spinning in his mind. “Say yes first.”
Cal grinned, confused, but delighted anyway. “Okay! Yes.”
So easy, so easy to make happy.
So easy to take, grab, and break apart.
Andre slid his warm palms slowly down Cal’s hips before tapping twice on the boy’s thigh, a light little signal that he was getting up, and Cal blinked and lifted himself to sit back down on the couch next to the older boy so he could get off. The couch cushions puffed upward as the brunette stood, the only weight being the little that the blonde had, stretching lazily like nothing at all was going on in his head even though his thoughts were spiraling into territory he absolutely shouldn’t have been entertaining.
Cal tilted his head, watching him with curiosity, like a little puppy’s first time experiencing the world as Andre told him he’d be right back and headed for the wooden stairs towards his and Rachel’s room casually, each step creaking under his weight.
The blonde sat there cross-legged, rocking very faintly as he played with the buttons on his Game Boy absentmindedly, his ears staying perked toward the upstairs hallway. He didn’t know what Andre was doing, and honestly, he didn’t exactly question it.
Three, maybe around five minutes later-ish, Andre’s footsteps returned, and Cal brightened instinctively—until he actually saw what was resting in Andre’s arms.
“…Is dresses?” Cal asked, confusion flattening his voice and clear in his tone. His nose wrinkled as he leaned forward, analyzing the material before leaning back against the couch. “Wait. Are those Rachel’s?!”
Andre held them up like some magician revealing props, pastel fabrics swaying gently from his fingers, glitter shining against the material like the sun hitting the sea. He smirked. “Yeah. Borrowed.”
“Why—”
“So,” Andre cut his sentence, setting the dresses onto the couch beside Cal and crouching in front of him with a calm, amused half-smile. It looked too stretched, too fake. “I was thinking. Let’s roleplay a little, yeah? I’ve got an idea.”
Cal blinked faster, like his brain was trying to reconnect wires. The dresses, now this? What was Andre even up to? “Uhmm.. what kinda idea?”
“Dresss-up” Andre picked up one of the dresses—a nauseatingly pink, fluffy thing Rachel had worn to some school talent show when she was like 8—and shook it lightly, so the skirt puffed out on the bottom like a peacock showing its wings. “You put one on, we can pretend you’re some sort of princess.”
Cal’s whole face contorted, his nose wrinkling. “I don’t wanna be a princess!” he mewled, putting his game boy on the arm of the couch.
Andre snorted, leaning back on his heels. “Relax. It’s just a roleplay, I promise nobody will see you.” When he saw Cal didn't seem to reply, he continued a little. “Come on, try it; if you hate it, we stop.”
The younger boy hesitated and wavered for maybe three seconds—and that was all it ever took with him, really, his desire to please outpaced his embarrassment every single time plus his mother had told him to listen and not cause trouble for Andre—before he sighed, puffing out his cheeks. He pouted a little, almost looking like a squirrel. “Fiiine.”
“That’s the spirit,” Andre murmured as he passed him the pink dress.
Cal stood up and took the extragavent thing, holding it like it was a poisonous plant, then hurried off toward the bathroom with little stiff-legged steps, muttering under his breath. Andre watched him go, lips curling. He was definitely going to hell. No question. Maybe he’d meet Hitler down there.