Creme de la Lune

Costello Music by the Fratellis was the album that I played when I wrote this. It fits. Definitely.

Sequel to Creme de la Lune, since a few asked for it. Might be one more, interested?

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It felt strange not to be wearing a dress, Lune decided as he pulled the skinny jeans up his tiny hips. It was a very cute outfit, of course, a bright pink baby doll tee with Gloomy Bear screened on the front, tight soft blue jeans with small holes in the knees, and dainty strappy gladiator sandals. But it wasn't a dress, and it was this that made Lune slightly uncomfortable. But it had been a request, and so he did it even with his discomfort.

He cleared his throat and pulled his hair up in a poofy twist, sliding in a silvery comb with ornamental flowers etched on it to hold the whole thing up. A few bits of his fluffed bangs hung in his eyes, which he'd meticulously shaded with a light pastel peach color that made them pop. The 'snap!' of the cap coming off of his cherry-flavoured lip gloss made him smile just a little bit. It was applied quickly and neatly, a single finger (ungloved for once) removing the excess from the corners of his lips. He flashed his dazzlingly white teeth at his reflection and then pranced down to the living room, gathered his books, and then popped out the door to await the school bus.

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"Oh my god, is that *Lune*?! No way!"

"I think it is... he still looks like a chick, ha ha."

Chuckles and jibes followed Lune from the moment he wandered into the high school. With his head held high, he marched right into the culinary arts classroom and began setting out supplies for the lesson. Chef Bakerson was going to show the class how to make delicate cream flowers and candy pearls. Lune couldn't help his excitement- he loved pastry baking so much, and had always wanted to learn the wily Chef's secret to such perfectly formed candy pearls.

Derek, for his part, was shuffling out of the office with a large, round spinning contraption and could not yet see Lune. The boy felt his cheeks heating up, as the Chef had not yet seen his outfit and Lune had chosen it to see the reaction of his now-lover.

The two had been secretly meeting and 'fucking' every few days after school for almost a year now. Today, as it were, was Lune's seventeenth birthday, and he was very excited to see if the Chef got him anything. At the moment, the older man was yanking the spinning machine onto the lecture desk at front, finally settling it just as the final bell rang.

He opened his smiling mouth to begin the lecture, but came up short when he caught sight of Lune.

'Oh geez,' Derek thought with a rapidly drying mouth. 'An exposed neck, no gloves, *bare feet*- it's almost as bad as seeing the little minx *naked*!'

"Ah- well, that is- I erm-"

Derek floundered for a moment, watching Lune flush frm the neck up and chew his pink gel pen with a suggestive smirk. The chef took a moment to compose himself, firmly fixing his gaze on an unattractive ginger with frizzy hair and braces in the front row rather than his secret lover.

"Today, we'll be learning the fine art of sculpting immaculate decorations. They're the key component to making any good cake, into a *spectacular* cake..." The scratching of pens on paper filled the room for the next hour as Chef Bakerson formed countless cream roses with perfect sweeps of the icing bag and used the spinning machine to make delicate sugar spheres. Lune sat patiently, watching and waiting for the last bell while busying himself with staring at those wonderful hands.

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Those wonderful hands hauled him up from his seat right after the last straggler had left the classroom for the day.

"Hey! I wasn't done with my notes!" Lune slapped the hands away, trying to finish the last of his diagram on cream roses and lilies. He leaned over the desk with a smile, swinging his butt back and forth slowly and chuckling at the groan from behind him.

When he sat the pen down and turned, he gasped at the image of his Chef leaning against the adjacent desk, lightly stroking the growing bulge in his trousers. Amber eyes with flecks of green in them darkened quickly with lust, and Lune jumped over to his teacher, zealously tugging those pants open and shoving those hands aside again. Groans echoed around the classroom/kitchen as Lune slid his mouth down the stiff dick, right down to the prickly pubes. His tongue stroked frantically, his little hands cupped the sac, he inhaled the heady scent of his lover's musk. It had taken him a while to finally get up the nerve to try this particular task, and was surprised to find that he loved it and was a natural.

Lune sucked and sucked, bobbed his head and allowed Derek to hold his hair out of his face (the comb had fallen out), forming a nice steady rythm on his teacher's cock. He moaned gently when thick tangy liquid began streaming over his tongue, sucking more fervently, wanting the real grand prize to smack him in the face so Derek could lick it off.

Five minutes and endless curses from Derek later, the hot cock in his mouth twitched and stiffened. Lune tugged the heavy balls gently one last time, careful not to abuse them, and pulled back to let the first shot of semen fly across his nose and lips.

"Mmmm, delicious..." he licked it from his lips with a salacious moan as two more spurts hit his forehead and delicate jaw. Derek, the poor man, was leaning heavily on the desk and sagging. He'd definitely created a monster out of this once innocent boy!

Derek pulled the young boy up to him, licking his own sticky jizz from the rosy skin. He was careful to avoid the plump lips, and Lune frowned at this. He and Derek had yet to share their first kiss, which considering everything the two had done already seemed completely ridiculous!

"Derek... sir.."

Lune pulled away, uncomfortable suddenly.

"Are you alright?" Derek asked with a strange look at his star pupil. Lune nodded, looking down at his feet sadly. His own tiny erection had faded quickly in the wake of this depressing revelation, and Derek noticed it when he reached down to return the favor.

"Lune... come here, love..." the man wrapped strong arms around the boy's tiny frame, worried. Perhaps the boy had finally realized this relationship was wrong and wanted to end it? Derek's heart leapt to his throat.

The boy sniffed gently into the chef's shoulder, tiny hands fisting Derek's shirt. The man quickly tucked himself away and zipped his fly, wanting to focus on his vulnerable lover without that in the way.

"Hey, now, what's wrong? Please tell me, I can help..." He gently smoothed a large hand down the boy's back, trying to comfort him.

Lune lifted his head up slowly, eyes wet but cheeks dry. He wasn't crying yet, and he had a determined look on his face. He merely sat there, halfway in Derek's lap, hands on the man's chest, as if he were waiting for something.

A sad look passed his face, and Derek watched as he let his eyelids slip closed, lashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks. Suddenly, when the boy titled his head just slightly and clenched his hands, it registered. Derek felt like slapping himself! He'd been waiting for so long for Lune to initiate a kiss, not wanting to push the boy into anything he didn't want, when all this time the boy had wanted *him* to take the lead! He smacked his forehead gently, chuckling.

Lune's eyes were shut tight now, and he felt despair fill him until-

a warm, slightly sticky set of lips pressed softly against his own. He let out a deep, trembling breath that sounded like a relieved sob, and licked those lips desperately.

It was mind-blowing. Their tongues slid together slowly, stroking against each other, licking and tasting. Lune's erection came back full force, and with a meek moan he began to grind against Derek's thigh. Derek pulled away, looking at his adorable little boy, feeling that tiny dick poking against his leg and loving it. He smiled at Lune, ten leaned back in to lick at the boy's wide open mouth. The kiss degraded further into them licking at each other's lips and tongues, and then nibbling lips, and then just their lips resting together as they breathed and moaned into one another's mouths.

Lune creamed in his tight pants with a gasping intake of breath and one last weak thrust against Derek. Smiling happily, content and dazed, he worked his mouth against the chef's for as long as he could before he collapsed, exhausted, into his strong arms.

Derek smiled, cuddling his little lover gently.

"Happy birthday, Lune."

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"Thank you for bringing him home again, Mr. Bakerson. I hope he's no bother, always staying after to bake..."

"Oh no!" Derek smiled at Lune's kindly old 'Auntie', then at the boy himself, who was standing just inside the house biting his lip to hold in a smile. "It's no bother to me, he's my top student. I think he's got a good future in baking. Really."

She chuckled. "Well, thank you. He really admires you, so I suppose it's only natural. Have a good day, then."

Derek nodded to the lady and Lune, who waved back, and then set off for his still running car. When he slammed the door shut and put it into gear, he inhaled the scent of Lune's shampoo and semen, which lingered heavily in the old Mustang.

He grinned the whole way home.