Sock Puppet

Disclaimer: I don't own 6teen... Nelvana does. But I love it, even though I used it without permission.

Author's Note: I don't know what I was thinking. Turned out all right, though.

“That’s cool, especially since she just got her learner’s permit.”

Jude needed to work on his sarcasm. No one seemed to realize it was sarcasm. He wasn’t stupid - he knew his Australian girlfriend hadn’t gotten into any space program, but Nikki thought he was happy, so he left it.

Like he said, he wasn’t stupid.

Insane, possibly, stupid no.

he knew normal guys didn’t hold conversations with sock puppets, but he’d been bored. Insanely bored, waiting for a phone call, so he’d created sock people to talk to. Sure, he’d made his sock puppet people mime crazy wild monkey sex, but he was sixteen year old boy alone in a tent hours after the mall had closed with a pile of hand puppets made to resemble his friends. What did they expect him to do?

The question of his sanity came in when he found himself arguing with sock!Nikki over whether or not he should be making out with sock!Wyatt. He thought he should, she thought he shouldn’t be making out with a Wyatt so recently on his foot.

He’d fallen asleep with Nikki and Wyatt still on his hands, and later, chose to pretend he hadn’t had that conversation with himself.

The sock puppets lay on his floor, and had been buried under everything until he’d grabbed his blue jeans and discovered them scattered on the carpet. Now they were arrayed across the end of his bed like a sock puppet rainbow of possible insanity.

Sticking sock!Nikki on one hand and sock!Wyatt on the other, Jude peered them down.

“You’re not doing this again, are you?” sock!Nikki demanded. “God, you’re an idiot.”

“Am not,” Jude retorted.

“Are so!” she shot back. “You are so not allowed to make out with sock!Wyatt! It’s gross!”

“I’m not gross,” sock!Wyatt muttered.

“No dude, you’re not gross,” Jude nodded, comfortingly.

“Still.” sock!Nikki shot back. “Mouth to foot. Ew.”

“So, what?” sock!Wyatt asked. “I’m fine on foot or hand, but nowhere else?”

“No, just... not mouth.” she pulled a face. Jude was rather proud of that sock!Nikki face, all things considered.

“Not mouth?” Jude considered that, then grinned, and tugged his shirts off, leaving himself half naked. Running sock!Wyatt over his stomach and chest, he grinned. “How about that?”

sock!Nikki pulled a face. “Yeah, I suppose. But ew, half naked Jude.”

He snickered, and tanked his too-large jeans over his boxers, kicking them off, and tugging off his hat too, until he was clad only in boxers and two sock puppets.

“Oh god,” sock!Nikki whimpered, trying to squeeze button eyes shut. “Too much skin! I’m blind!”

sock!Wyatt growled, and whistled. A fine feet with no lips. “Nice, Jude.”

Jude grinned, letting sock!Wyatt run over his thighs, then back up across his stomach again. “Thanks, dude. You’re nice too. Hot.”

“Do I have to be hearing this?” sock!Nikki groaned.

“Nope,” Jude grinned, and slid off the puppet, letting it tumble to the floor and under the bed. Another kick knocked the rest of the puppets off the bed too, and he grinned down at sock!Wyatt. “I think we’re alone now.”

“Mm,” sock!Wyatt drifted upwards towards the waistband of Jude’s boxers. “What do you say we get this a little more comfortable?”

“I like the sounds of that,” he grinned, tugging his boxers off. Good timing, too, because he sprung at once to attention, and let sock!Wyatt drift towards his fairly formidable erection. “So. What do you think?”

sock!Wyatt trailed feather-light along Jude’s length, grinning. “I think a little ‘hand help’ might be in order.”

Jude groaned. “Oh, please.”

Curling around him, sock!Wyatt began to stroke up and down in a firm, twisting grip just the way Jude liked it, though a little awkward. Sensing this, Jude quickly tugged the sock off and switched hands, until soon his right hand and sock!Wyatt fell into a familiar pattern.

Soon, Jude was sprawled back on his bed, legs spread wide and braced on his foot board, head thrown back against his pillow. Mouth open and panting, he damp sock puppet continued to move firmly up and down, the yarn hair brushing against the dripping head and spreading pre-cum up and down.

Whimpering slightly, Jude dragged his forefinger across the head and slightly into the slit, gathering a fair amount of pearly liquid that glistened on his finger and thumb.

sock!Wyatt still pumping on his right hand, Jude took a deep breath, slipping his other hand down between his legs, seeking out his anus, and slipping his pre-cum glistening finger in.

Jude let out a shuddering moan, back arching as sock!Wyatt sped up, and Jude started slipping his index finger in and out, curling and searching until he found his prostate, and pushed at it fiercely. Back arching off the bed, Jude screamed: “Wyatt!” as he came, hard and violent and dramatically.

Panting, he slumped back on his pillow, slipping his finger out with a groan of loss, and sighed.

“Damn,” he muttered.

A few minutes later, he wiped the strands of pearly cum off his chest and stomach with sock!Wyatt and tossed him at the laundry basket. “And a perfect shot,” he laughed, before sinking back into the pillows, eyes sliding closed.

“Mm,” he mused sleepily. “You know, insanity isn’t that bad. Not if the sex is that good.”

Then he laughed.

“Damn, if sock!Wyatt is that hot, what would real Wyatt be like?!”

He mused over that for while, then smiled, stretching dramatically before laying back to go to sleep.

“I’ll ask him tomorrow.”