Fan Fiction ❯ Crash Override and Cereal Killer ❯ Chapter 1

Kitty's Warning: If you don't like yaoi, cheesiness, or the movie

`Hackers', then don't read this at all.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Hackers. Someone else does.

Don't ask me who, because I don't know.

 

 

Crash Override and Cereal Killer

 

“When did she say she'd be back?” Crash asked his dread-headed friend who sat across from him. Cereal stared blankly at the ceiling, his round cobalt-blue shades glinting. “I dunno, dude. Burn loses track of time kinda easy. I give her an hour or so.” He swiveled around in the desk chair in front of Acid Burn's computer. She was out looking for Joey, who had a disk with a list of codes she needed. She urged them to wait at her house, she'd be back soon. Crash was lying across her bed, his eyes glued to Cereal's torn Black Sabbath shirt. Glimpses of taut, tan, hairless skin and navel peeked out. He couldn't help but be mesmerized. The plump meaty mounds of his friend's lips were separated and gleaming with moist drops of the Mountain Dew he was sipping out of the can.

 

He had always had a slight attraction to guys, yet never really experienced the often-imagined intimate encounter that he thought of late at night. Crash still, of course, was deeply infatuated with Acid Burn, yet she showed no sign of returned affection. Cereal was the first to be friendly towards him when he moved to the new town, and Crash was instantly smitten with his blonde dreads and small round sunglasses he wore all the time. Yet he kept quiet about his secret admiration for the tow-headed teen, and he hoped that the lingering glances he cast at him during History class went unnoticed.

 

Cereal took another swill of the green soda and groaned. “Man, I'm bored. How `bout you?”

 

Dade looked up at him, surprised at how silent it had become, and mumbled, “Yeah, same here.” Cereal swiveled around again and belched. His hair swung like pendulums behind the back of the plastic chair. “I'd be somewhere else about now, but I have no friends.” Crash added with a short, self-deprecating laugh. Manuel glanced over at him and pulled off his glasses. “Hey, man, you got me. I'm your bud.” he said to Crash, whose eyes were fixated on the ceiling. Crash lifted his head and half-smiled at his friend. “Thanks, Cereal.” Dade quickly laid his head back down onto the purple comforter to hide his blushed cheeks.

 

“Can I trust you with something, dude?” the dreaded boy asked, apprehension in his voice.

 

“Like a secret, you know?” Crash kept his eyes on the ceiling fan, but nodded. Cereal rolled the chair over to the side of the bed where he was and continued. “Don't freak on me, dude, `cuz I haven't told anyone this. I just get the feeling I can trust you.” Dade looked at his friend, who was looking intensely at him. “My lips are sealed. What is it?” he replied, tossing one leg over the other. “You have a forbidden love?” he guessed in a slightly amused tone. Silence answered him. He sat up and looked at Cereal, who looked stunned. “Dude, how'd you know?” he replied in an astounded voice. Crash averted his eyes and said it was a lucky guess. He tried to mask his nervous disposition. “Care to describe him?” he said, then quickly added, “Or her?” Cereal turned in the chair so that he faced the wall. “No. You got it the first time. It's a guy.” he sighed, then mumbled with his head lowered, “You aren't grossed out, are you?”

 

The bleach-blonde boy shook his head. “I have nothing against it, Cereal. Besides, you're my friend.” He raised a knee, still trying to mask his flushed face. “Go on.” A long pause followed his request, then finally Manuel's hesitant voice. “He has this blonde spiky hair. He goes to school with us; you've probably seen him around. I think he likes this other chick, though.” Dade's face deepened, anxiety in his throat. “Unrequited love. Been there, done that. Sucks, doesn't it?” he stammered. Manuel grunted in agreement. “I've been thinking about telling him, you know, but I don't think he'd react well.” Cereal's eyes were worry-stricken. Even as Crash was lying down, he could feel his friend's gaze upon him. His heart fluttered with anticipation. Could it be? , he thought. He wanted to help his friend without really being too suggestive about it. “Why don't you tell him when there's no one around? Just the two of you. Maybe he's timid or something.”

 

Another long pause. Crash felt a hand sink onto the edge of the bed. “I-I already am.” Manuel's voice muttered, quavering with worry. Dade sat up and stared wide-eyed at Cereal. No way, he thought. This can't be. It's just…Cereal was biting his lip hesitantly. “Me? It's me?” Crash whispered.

 

Cereal made no sign of confirmation, but mumbled, “Told you he wouldn't react well.” He moved his hand back to his lap and slowly pulled back in the chair. Crash reached up and grasped it, clammy and cold in his own. “He never said anything about his reaction, did he?” Crash smiled, pulling on his friend's hand.

 

Cereal stared widely at him, then slowly rose from the chair, kneeling at Dade's upright body. “No, he didn't. What does he think of it?” he replied, leaning in closely. Crash hooked his long pale arm around Cereal's neck and pressed his eager lips against Manuel's mouth, hot and sweet with soda. He darted his tongue slowly in and out of the boy's warm orifice, the hard metal of Cereal's tongue stud smooth and sensuous. Cereal sighed contently and pulled himself onto Crash, his hands running through his platinum spiked hair. Dade moaned and snaked his hands under the boy's silky-soft worn shirt and rested them on his chest, his fingertips toying with the small hard nubs. Cereal's growing sex pressed against Crash's, sending an electric bolt up his body that was both exciting and unknown.

 

Cereal broke the kiss and slowly pulled off both of their shirts, tossing them aside. He licked his index finger and rubbed the warm saliva onto Crash's left nipple, then bent and flickered his tongue over the other one, letting the metal ball of his piercing roll back and forth over it. Dade moaned gently, his hands on Manuel's sinewy tanned back. Cereal chuckled maliciously as he ran his fingers lightly over the protruding bulge of his lover's pants, tugging at the zipper as it whined and followed the pull of Cereal's fervent hand. He pulled the shiny black vinyl off Crash's hips and slid a hand up the leg of his plaid boxers, stroking his hidden organ. Dade's moans of pleasure escaped his throat as Cereal continued to run his fingers along the boy's stiff manhood. “Cereal…ohhh…” he whispered in utter bliss. He felt his boxers being pulled down and his moans heightened as Manuel's lips caressed the moist tip of his pulsating member. “Oh, God, yes…oh…” Crash said in an amazed hush. Cereal gripped Crash's hips and took his entire length into his mouth.

 

Dade bent both knees, running his fingers through Manuel's ratty blonde dreads and digging his heels into the sheets. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, his body overcome with increasing waves of euphoria. The sounds of Crash's gratification gained higher intensity as Cereal's lips gradually tightened around his girth. This feeling of delicious friction that went higher and higher was phenomenal to his senses, drowning them in liquid flames. Manuel rubbed his hands over and inside Dade's thighs as he pleased him, his oral jewel twirling and circling over the platinum blonde's rigid appendage. Crash felt his climax rising as the waves grew stronger and heavier over him. His one solitary noise of passion burst into a long string of erotic moans as he spilled his release into Cereal's sultry orifice. Cereal grunted gently as he lapped up his juices and came back up to kiss Dade's excited mouth, letting him taste his own essence.

 

Dade settled himself back into his boxers and bit at Manuel's plump bottom lip, then turned over so he was above the dread-headed boy. He bent over his neck and whispered, “Your turn now.” into Cereal's multi-pierced ear, a purring laugh in his voice. He ran his tongue behind Cereal's earlobe and down his chest to his waist, biting at the tightly stretched flesh, which smelled of fire and fruit. His hand swiftly undid the button and fly on Cereal's dark denim jeans and slithered under them to find bare skin. He looked up and flashed Cereal a wicked smile before wrapping his hand around the firm organ and tugging it roughly.

 

Cereal's mouth gaped, his eyes shut, as he threw back his head. “Harder…” he whispered. Crash complied and bent to run his tongue along the base of Cereal's manhood. The dreadhead groaned in elation as Crash began to return the sinful favor. “Yeah…ohh, fuck yes….” Dade's hands caressed the hot moist skin near the top of Manuel's thighs and pressed his thumbs into the deep hollows there. Cereal's incoherent curses became louder as Crash's tongue and lips contracted around his column. “You're…bad…bad boy…ohhh…” he mumbled to the open ceiling above him.

 

He clasped his hands behind Crash's neck and lifted his hips further into the platinum blonde's eager mouth.

 

Cereal's groans of utter pleasure grew stronger until finally his orgasm raged through him, arching his back and releasing his essence into Dade's orifice. His hands formed hard fists at his sides and his toes curled tightly under his feet. He reluctantly came down from his climax and fell back onto the soft pillow. Dade resurfaced, ingesting the boy's release. He gently pressed his lips to Cereal's once more before laying down beside him, pulling his clothes back on. “Remind me again which one of us is the bad boy.” Dade said coyly, his hand on Cereal's hip. The dread-haired boy grinned and replied, “We both are.” Crash pulled himself closer to Manuel and mumbled, “Perfect match, then.” They both laughed and sat up as the door to Acid Burn's room crept open.

 

 

THE END.