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Bonnie waited, hoping to get SOME kind of rise out of the other girl. But Kim just stood there with her mouth open, gawking. She sighed heavily, “You're letting the flies in, Kim” and walked away.
“Yes, Ron? It's me. I was wondering if you'd like to help me pick out my new car…” Drakken smiled to himself. Of COURSE he would!
“Are you kidding me? You bet! What were you thinking of getting?” Ron said excitedly.
“Well, the new Hummers are -”
“Doc?”
“- out… uh, yes?”
“Forget Hummers. Hummers are a non-starter. Just get Hummers out of your mind.”
Drakken had actually thought Ron would appreciate him buying the biggest SUV on the road. Now he was saying they were “non-starters”? Who was HE to tell HIM what kind of vehicle he should buy… with HIS money, too, after all. Who did he think he was?
Ron sensed the tension in the pause and tried to explain himself, “Doc… sorry if that came out kind of… well… The thing is, well… the thing is, Drak, it would just be embarrassing, okay? Are you… I mean, everyone will just think you're trying to compensate for something.”
“Compensate? What do you mean ‘compensate’?”
In his room, Ron shook his head. Drakken could be SO thick sometimes. “Like for a small penis, Doc. Or otherwise a lack of manhood. I'm just sayin’ that's what people think when they see Hummers, is all. Why do you want one, anyway?”
“Because they're military-grade, for one thing, and have lots of room, and you can put snorkels on them, and forge rivers! They're just… how do you say… ‘cool'!”
“Yeah, and if you have a whole staff of mechanics who work for free, and you got a contract to get them super-cheap, and money is no object besides, then -”
“Money IS no object, Ron! You know that…”
Drakken had a point there, Ron had forgotten. Dr. Donut Baron could buy what he wanted.
“Okay, let's look at it another way, Doc. You're showing up all of a sudden in these really great suits. Seriously, you have style when you're picking out the suits. It's kind of amazing, actually…”
“Why… why thank you, Ron. I appreciate that.”
“I mean it, Drak. And you're welcome. So, use that same sense to pick out a car, is all, Doc. Think about it. You can tell when a suit looks good on you… would a Hummer look good on you?”
“Well…” Now Ron had a point. He'd never thought of buying a car that way… but it kind of made sense, “Well, what do YOU suggest then?”
“Uh… I dunno… I hadn't thought about it. Mercedes? Nah, kinna stuffy, and everyone has one, anyway. BMW? Too preppy. Audi… boooooring… You need something special, I think. A convertible. Yeah, you have the hair for it… definitely a convertible. Something people don't see very often, if ever… kinna like an ‘arachnoid’.”
Ron paused to consider further options. Drakken waited awhile, thinking over the things the boy – young man – had said. Something special… that people didn't see very often, if at all… of course, that same thing made them hard to get. Still, a man of his means ought to be able to - And then it came in a flash – a fully-formed thought, already worked out, somehow, perhaps in the back of his mind. It didn't matter where it came from; it was there, and it was GOOD!
“I… I believe I have the answer, Ron… yes… yes! I do. I know what kind of car suits me. As it were.”
“What?”
Drakken grinned. He knew of at least one for sale, too. Shego had been salivating over it, but claimed it wasn't flashy enough to suit her. “Shall I pick you up tomorrow? Friday night, say, seven? O'clock? PM? Third date?”
That shocked Ron a little, having Drakken call the shots for a change. But as the idea settled in, he found it… agreeable. And besides, it was a Third Date… and that meant…
Oh yeah, he was ready.
Ron set up his alibi with Kim during school – she would cover for him. When he got home, he showered, carefully put on his mother's musk - as Kim had showed him - and considered what to wear. What to wear for his Third Date. Dr. Drakken would no doubt be wearing yet another stunning suit, he could be sure of that. Perhaps he should wear a suit? No… he only had the one: for marriages and funerals. He hemmed and hawed for fully an hour and a half. Geez! I am such a… GIRL! C'mon Ron. Work with what ya got here…
Right. No suit, but pleated khakis. That'll work. Gray. Everything goes with gray, thank god. So… black? Nah, done that. White? Maybe. How about some color, fer cryin’ out loud… He held up a paisley shirt and looked in the mirror. No… too hippie. Besides, doesn't go with my hair. Hey!
In the end, it was the black shirt that won out, because it seemed to draw attention to his hair. He began putting on the outfit.
I may not be the one pulling these off he thought, as he pulled up the pants over his boxers. Gah! Boxers! No way! Not tonight! Geez, that was close… He felt as he'd avoided a near-catastrophe of earth-shaking proportions. Tightie-whiteys were the obviously way to go!
Ron tried to look casual, waiting on his porch for Drakken to show up. To show up in his new… something. Well, I bet it'll be obvious. I hope I did the right thing, letting him choose. He'd better not show up in a Volvo, is all I can say!
A Rolls-Royce Corniche, black outside, black inside, with white trim pulled up. A “little deuce coup” befitting someone trying to take over the world. Drakken waved a white sleeve in the air.
Ron smiled ear-to-ear. WAY - TO - GO - DOC!
“What do you think of my new ‘ride', Ron?” the Dr. asked with more than a little pride.
The teenager threw his backpack in what passed for “the back” and gingerly climbed in, afraid to touch anything. He resisted the urge to throw his arms around the Doctor then and there and commence swapping spit. Not in a convertible in front of his parent's house. Bad Idea. He wanted to, though. He sure did.
His date appeared a little worried about the backpack again, “Uh… Ron, we ARE going out for dinner, this time, you needn't bring -”
“It's not food, Doc. But it's still stuff I might need. Okay?” he said smiling at Drakken's discomfort.
“May I ask what sort of ‘stuff', then?”
It wouldn't hurt to tell him… a little… enough to get the idea. “Like a toothbrush, for instance.”
Drakken looked at him a little surprised, but for a long moment, then drove off.
Ron was enjoying the ride, the breeze, the evening, the whole experience, but he could tell the Doctor was still worried. Well, he'll get around to saying it eventually, whatever it is.
“Ron?”
“Hm?”
“I don't want you to think that… that is to say… well, that I'm expecting anything tonight…” the older man said never taking his eyes off the street.
“'S okay, Doc. I won't do anything I don't want to. Who knows? Maybe you'll be bringing me right back home, later. But I… uh… I hope not” Ron said, laying it out plainly. He glanced at Drakken and saw that he was still worried, “So quit being so nervous, ‘cuz I'm nervous enough for us both, alright? Now, what's for dinner…”
RON was nervous? Ron had always been so… unexpectedly agreeable about the whole thing. From Day One. And now… now, with a toothbrush in his pack, he was nervous? That actually made the Doctor feel a whole lot better.
“Oysters” Drakken said, trying to keep from smiling.
“Oh GROSS!”
“Or crayfish. You choose.”
“Crayfish? What's a ‘crayfish’?” Ron asked.
“You might know them as ‘crawdads', or perhaps ‘crawfish', or as my family used to say, ‘mud-bugs’.”
“Crawdads? You're going to feed me fish-bait?”
Drakken chuckled, he knew that was coming, “That's right Ron. I've put on this new white suit, and I'm driving you in my new Rolls to a place we can eat bait.” He glanced over at the boy, “Trust me, you'll like it. I'll teach you how to suck the heads.”
Ron did a four-point double take that any situation-comedy actor would have been proud of. Apparently, Doc wasn't kidding about it though. “Well, that sounds promising, anyway!”
“Now you take it like this,” Drakken explained, holding a boiled mud-bug up, “and break the tail off like so. Then you simply pull the meat out with your teeth. But keep the carapace pointed up! Now, you tip it to your mouth so that none of the juice runs out, and suck, like this…”
“That's… that's… that's the second most disgusting thing I've ever seen, Doc…” Ron said feeling a little nauseous at the sight.
Drakken only smiled at him, “And the first is?”
“Anyone eating oysters. They're raw, they're alive… and you don't even chew! You just let ‘em slide… ew, gawd…”
“You shouldn't knock it until you've tried it, Ron. But you're right, they are alive. In fact, if you listen closely when you squeeze the lemon on,” he demonstrated, squirting the juice onto one and making an exaggerated show of tilting his ear at it, “you can actually hear them scream! MWUHAHAHAHA!” He tilted his head back and let the shellfish slide into his mouth.
Ron sat stunned. It wasn't about the evil laugh, or the consumption of a living creature, bathed in what had to be painful amounts of lemon-juice on it's fragile body tissue… It was Drakken being goofy. Being goofy on purpose and for him! And he was good at it, too… A wave of warm emotion washed over him as he sat there in front of what must have been five gallons of boiled crustacean. God, I just LOVE him!
Whoa… what did I just say? Ron thought. He glanced at Drakken, who was grinning at Ron's stupefaction. Yeah, well, maybe I didn't mean it like that. Collecting himself, Ron anxiously picked up a hot (mild, actually, but hot from the pot, anyway) crawfish and examined it carefully. So, you break it here…
He ate his first tail. Apparently, “mild” at The Cajun Pier would have passed as XXXMF HOT Diablo sauce from Bueno Nacho.
“Gah! Hot! Hot!” he gasped reaching for his iced tea. Tears ran from his eyes.
“The secret is to keep as much air as possible from getting on your tongue, Ron. Try another” Drakken said, trying not to giggle, “And when it gets to where you can't stand it anymore, one of these-” he held up a half-shelled oyster, “- really does the trick.”
Forty-five minutes, another order of crayfish, and of oysters – and three more iced-teas – later, they sat back patting their bellies. Ron had been sucking heads and knocking down oysters like a Thibaudeaux from the Atchafalaya bayou.
While Drakken sipped his wine, Ron thought, Yeah. I COULD love him. If…
Almost as if the Doctor knew what he was thinking, Drakken said, “You know, Ron, once I'm running the world, I intend -”
“Uh, Doc? Could we not talk about that… I mean… well, nevermind. Just don't talk about it, okay?”
The evil scientist gave him a perplexed look, “But, I thought -”
“Look, I don't have a problem with the robots, machines, doo-hickeys… all that. I kind of get into ‘em because you do so much. But… I don't…” Ron sighed. How could the Doctor not understand? “Let's just not talk about that, okay? Tonight?”
Drakken sighed too, now. Everything had been so… good between them, right up until now. It could have been perfect. A Perfect Evening, even if it went no further than this. If only… He let it go. What else could he do?
“I… I'm sorry, you're right… Ron. Shall I take you home now?”
The blonde teen actually thought about it. Let's try to salvage it, Doc. Whaddaya say?
“How ‘bout we go back to the lair and watch a movie instead. Ya got anything good?”
“Well… I have “Popeye”, - the movie, and -”
“You've GOT to be kidding me!”
Drakken studied the – young man – trying to decide if his outburst was a good or bad thing. “Well, no, I'm not. I know it seems silly on the surface, but -”
“I hate to say this Doc… but my opinion of you just took a nosedive. I mean, Popeye?”
Drakken REALLY hadn't needed to hear that. Well, if that's how it was to be… “My sources inform me, Ron, that you spend quite a bit of time involved in watching Professional Wrestling.”
THAT put him in his place. At first, Ron was prepared to defend his liking of the “sport”, but watching Drakken straighten his tie – oh, so mature – he realized: they were each “stupid” in their own way. He began to chuckle helplessly as he thought of Dr. Drakken sitting in his recliner, smoking-jacket and pipe, absorbed in watching a musical-comedy adaptation of a 1940's cartoon.
Drakken soon joined him, and they left the restaurant laughing at each other.
Not “Popeye”, but “Godzilla vs Mothra” was the movie they agreed upon. It was something you could watch, if you had to, but wouldn't worry about if you… missed too much.
The Doctor – sans jacket, tie, and vest - joined Ron on the couch; close, but not actually touching. They sat straight – almost painfully – upright, and the ridiculousness of it was apparent to them both, but neither dared to say anything about it. The opening theme and credits of the movie finally ended, and with it Ron's willingness to let that situation stand.
“Doc… Drak, I'm thinking it'll be a lot easier for both of us – well, for me anyway – if we just… sort of… pretend we've done this before… y'know?”
There was a pregnant silence as Drakken thought it over. Pretend? That was… was…
“You know, Ron… you may be right, it's just that…”
“Have you?”
Drakken had been thinking about something else, “Pardon me? Have I what?”
“Have you done this before.” Ron turned to see Drakken's face.
“Oh. Well, uh… yes, but not since you were… I mean to say… not since college.”
That was probably a long time ago, Ron thought. “So, you were going to say… ‘not since you were born', weren't ya…”
“Yes” Drakken said, not looking at him.
“Can I ask how come? I mean… you're a good-looking guy, Doc. Even the blue doesn't change that – not that I can think of you any other way – so… well… how come no boyfriends?”
The Doctor stared at Ron for awhile before answering. It was a rather personal question. Then again, they both were developing a “rather personal” relationship, and were there, in his lair - Shego away with Kim as had been pre-arranged - for a “rather personal” reason.
“The truth is, I had rather assumed that that part of my life was behind me, Ron. It's hard to explain… things get in the way. Studies in grad-school, the accident that turned me… that made me the way I am, the whole nightmare of trying to become a recognized scientist. Then the business – I had never actually thought it would take off like it did. One thing then another. And the surprising thing is: I didn't even realize I missed it. Until that night you came here alone, and Shego chained you up. I can honestly say I hadn't even looked at anyone… in that way… in all those years, before that night.”
“That's why you let me go…”
“Yes. Seeing you there was stirring up too many… feelings… that I had thought were gone. It was… unpleasant. In a way.”
“Okay. I think I gotcha, Doc.” So that's what it's like to be his age… lots of things to remember, lots of things to regret… Poor Drak. My most traumatic memory is spending a summer sharing a cabin with a chimpanzee. He's SO outta my league! But I can understand it, somehow. How he must feel.
“Uhm, look Doc… I know I've been kinda… leading the dance… for awhile, with us. But… I'm kind of… I mean, I've never…” he took a deep breath, “Would you mind taking charge tonight?”
Truth was, the Doctor did mind. “There's a reason you've been calling the shots, Ron. I thought you understood -”
“Yeah, I know. And I'm sayin’ that I think that part's over now. I'm here, of my own free will, with pajamas in my backpack, and we both know why. So… I'd just be… more comfortable if you'd… lead the way… from here on out. Tonight. Uhm, I swear, on whatever you want me to, that I won't hold anything against you tomorrow, no matter what happens. Okay?”
Drakken could tell that his speech had been sincere. It was also rational, even logical, and very… well, mature. He was accepting risk, the risk of letting this strange man – an Evil Mad Scientist, after all – seduce him. He was accepting it because – maybe – he wanted him to. Ron… That one word, and no more, went through the Doctor's mind.
Very well then. Let the Show begin. Drakken was taking his share of risks, too. Tomorrow might be the start of a long nightmare. He could be wrong about Ron and his level of maturity – his point of view was biased, after all. Everything could fall apart any second. But maybe it wouldn't. Only one way to find out, but… was it worth the risk? He stared at Ron's freckles. Yes. Yes, it was.
Drakken tried to forget – or at least put aside – his fears and pessimism about this relationship, about Ron, about the remaining MAJOR unresolved issue between them.
“Did you say ‘pajamas’?
Ron smiled, “Yeah. Wanna get more comfortable? You don't by any chance own a smoking-jacket, do ya?”
“Well, not per se, Ron… but I do have a robe that looks much like one. Yes, let us both get ‘more comfortable', then.”
“Back in a flash, Doc!” Ron said, fairly jumping for his backpack and jogging to the bathroom to change.
By the time they got back, Mothra was terrorizing Tokyo with it's incredibly lame Voice Beam of Destruction. Ron waited on the Doctor to get seated, and the Doctor turned slightly more sideways towards the TV this time. Ron sat rather stiffly beside him. Drakken sighed out loud and put both arms around Ron, pulling him close and turning him sideways on the couch, so that Ron was leaning against him, the older man's right arm wrapped around the younger's stomach. Ron was a little surprised – but that's what he had asked for, after all. And actually… it did feel nice.
Very nice.
They pretended to watch Godzilla make his “terrifying” entrance. Ron's eyes were closed, though, as he enjoyed the solidity of the body behind him, and the strong arm around his midsection. The Doctor, meanwhile, was trying – secretly at first - to inhale the fragrance of Ron's hair. Eventually he forgot the “secret” part and began outright nuzzling the top of the blonde head at his shoulder.
Ron had previously thought quite a lot about the things that might happen tonight. But it had never occurred to him that he might be gently “nuzzled”. As a result, he was totally unprepared for the melting he felt in his chest, his gut - his whole body - as the older man breathed into his hair and brushed his lips against his scalp.
He moved his head a little to the side, off of Drakken's shoulder, and leaned back without thinking, not knowing ahead of time why he was doing so. He felt the hand holding his side start to move inside up his pajama top, caressing his belly, his chest. Then he felt Drakken's mouth take his.
It went on a breathlessly long time.
As he Doctor finally moved off his lips and on toward Ron's ear – for which Ron obligingly turned his head – he also became aware that Drakken's caressing hand had moved below the waist of his pajamas, and was actually holding onto his penis, very gently. With this awareness, his back arched more. And more. Until finally he slipped off Drakken's shoulder completely and found himself lying face-up on Drakken's lap. He opened his eyes.
Drakken was looking down at him. “Get up…” he whispered, “stand.”
Without saying anything, Ron did as he was told, standing in front of the seated man, his erection making a tent in his pajamas. Drakken started unbuttoning Ron's top. Once it was fully opened, he pulled Ron towards himself and began nuzzling his belly, and then his chest.
Then he began lightly kissing Ron's nipples.
It was almost more than the young man could take. His knees felt weak. If Drakken hadn't been hugging him so tightly, he might have actually fallen down. Ron's hands found their way by themselves to the Doctor's hair, stroking his pony-tail.
The Doctor's mouth began moving down Ron's chest, toward his belly-button.
Able to think straight, momentarily, Ron knew what was coming. And he wanted it – wanted it more than he'd thought he would. But… there was something else he wanted even more, right now.
He gently lifted the Doctor's head from his belly and pushed Drakken back on the couch. After untying the belt of Drakken's robe ,he kneeled in front of the man, between his legs, and pulled his erection out of his silk boxers. Then he stared.
He had never had the opportunity to actually look, hard, at anyone else's penis before. Guys just don't do that. A quick glance to compare size is all one can typically get away with. Well, this wasn't a typical situation… certainly not for him, it wasn't.
It was blue, of course. Ron had figured as much, and thought it would be weird seeing it, but it wasn't. It seemed… perfectly natural, oddly enough. He held the Doctor in the same way the Doctor had been holding him.
Which was another thing he'd never done before – touching a penis other than his own. It was kind of strange… it really did feel like bone! Like soft, stretchy skin pulled over bone. It was kind of… weird… but when he squeezed and heard the Dr. groan, and then looked up to see that his eyes were closed, his head back - he realized the power he held in his hand. Just a little squeeze could do that to him… give him that much pleasure. He looked back at Drakken's penis, and then held it against his ear and cheek, getting the feel of it on his skin.
It had actually never occurred to Ron that he would want this so much… but he wasn't thinking about that, as he took Dr. Drakken into his mouth.
He wasn't thinking, period. Feeling, tasting, aware… but not thinking. His whole world had concentrated into this one man in his mouth. He pressed upward with his tongue, careful to keep his teeth away, and let more of the Doctor enter. At the back of his throat he finally had to stop – not because he was gagging - as he'd been sure he would when he'd imagined it before - but simply because he was at the wrong angle to take any more. Still, that far was far enough, and he began stroking with his mouth and tongue at the same time.
It was over far too soon, as far as Ron was concerned. Warm, salty, and slightly bitter, he swallowed the man's orgasm, taking it into himself.
Still he sucked, though, until he cold feel the erection softening, and then – reluctantly and slowly – pulled his mouth off. He took it in his hand and held Drakken's penis just to his lips for a long while before he even became aware of the man's palm against his ear. He pressed his head into that hand, relishing the touch of the man he had just… swallowed. He opened his eyes and looked up into Drakken's. Something had been shared.
The Doctor helped Ron to his feet, and then picked up what he was doing before Ron had stopped him, beginning again by kissing Ron's nipples, this time holding Ron penis in his hand, and squeezing gently, rhythmically. Then he pushed Ron back enough so that he could slide down onto his knees, and performed the same service on the younger man as he had just enjoyed.
Again, it was over too quickly – far too quickly - and he was sweetly saddened to have to stop. He slipped back up onto the couch and pulled the blonde to himself, so Ron was straddling his lap. They stared at each other a long time.
The movie was ending.
“Shall we start it again?” the Doctor asked, smiling.
Ron had no idea what Drakken was talking about, “Huh?”
“The movie. Shall we start it again? Maybe we'll watch it, this time?”
“Oh” Ron's cheeks flushed, “Yeah. Okay. I'll get us some snacks, and we'll watch it again, yeah.”
He got off Drakken's lap and began walking towards the kitchen, when he realized something, and turned back to look at him:
“Well, maybe we'll watch part of it again, anyway.” He grinned at the Doctor, and to himself.