Fin took a quick, cold shower, hoping to clear his mind of lingering thoughts of Alistair and his dreams. Though he tried, he wasn't successful. At least, he managed to calm his body enough for his erection to wilt.

On Saturday mornings, he usually slept in. But this time, his sultry dream had him up far earlier than usual. Since he was already awake, Fin decided to cook a traditional breakfast for his dad, Robert Fair, and himself: fried eggs, hash browns, and bacon. The aroma must have drifted all the way to the master bedroom, because as soon as Fin served the plates, his father appeared and sat down at the counter to eat.

"Good morning," Fin greeted him as he placed a full plate in front of him.

"Mornin'," His father replied groggily as he scooped some of the hash browns with his fork. "You're up early." He added with a loud yawn.

"Yeah...couldn't quite sleep." The teen admitted with a slight blush. "Hey dad...think I can go hang out at Jack's for a while today?"

"Fine with me. Just don't stay out past nine PM." His dad replied.

"I'll be back way before then," Fin promised, taking a seat next to his dad and digging into his meal. A guttural moan escaped him as he savored the bacon and hash browns dipped in warm, runny yolk. "Why does everything fried taste so amazing?"

Robert let out a snort and a deep chuckle. "You remind me of your mother when you get like that, you know that?" He prompted, a smile briefly forming on his face before it was replaced with a slight scowl. "She...really had a zest for food."

Fin found it a little hard to swallow his next bite. When the food finally went down, he made no happy noises this time. "...sorry," he whispered, picking at his plate. If he hadn't been so enthusiastic, maybe his father wouldn't be hurting now.

"Here, let's finish up. You cooked, so I'll wash all the dishes." His dad insisted.

They finished their meals in silence. Afterward, Fin hurried to brush his teeth, put on his socks and shoes, and called, "Heading out, Dad!" as he slipped out the front door. He made his way to Jack's house and rang the doorbell twice.

Jack's dad, Walter Kierny, answered the door with a scowl on his face. "Good grief, what is it?" He looked the petite teen up and down before walking away with a grumble. "Go on up, the lazy bum is still asleep. He had some girl up there last night until way too late. Tell him to spray some air freshener or something. Smells like a couple of rutting animals up there."

His words were harsh but there was a gleam of approval in Walter's eyes as he thought of his son being so virile with women. He wandered back to the kitchen to get his coffee, leaving Fin to go find Jack on his own.

Fin blushed to the tips of his ears at the thought, but then recalled who he'd left Jack with the night before. Could Jack really have done all that with Lee? Taking the steps two at a time, Fin hurried to his best friend's room.

"Jack?" he called, bursting in. The first thing he saw was a disgruntled Lee rubbing his eyes.

"What's the bloody emergency?" the unicorn grumbled.

Jack blinked, sitting up with a yawn, his brown hair sticking up in every direction. "Mmf?" He rubbed a hand over his face. "Baby, I don't know if I can go again, but I can try." He yawned. "Get the lube..."

Fin's face began to glow bright red. "Whoa, I guess it really was Lee that you had with you all night."

Lee had quite the salacious smirk on his face. "Like I would have really allowed anyone else when I had his whole attention to myself!" He then jerked to a full upright position. "What the-" He took a long breath and then began to sniff the air. "What's that scent?"

"You mean the results of what went on in this room all night long?" Fin questioned.

"You!" The pink-haired unicorn gasped, clambering over Jack's body to point an accusing finger in Fin's face. "Why do you smell like wine, freshly baked bread, and spices?"

Fin tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You usually smell of chocolate, caramel, and coffee!" Lee insisted.

Fin's navy eyes widened as he realized what Lee meant. Could Alistair's scent really be wine, bread, and spices? He couldn't quite tell in the dream, but maybe that was it.

"Oh, that." Fin said, looking to the side.

Jack rubbed his belly where Lee had stomped him in his rush to get to Fin.

"What's going on?" Jack sat blearily on the edge of the bed, sheet falling away to show him completely naked. Fin realized that there wasn't a stitch on Lee either.

"Can we, uh, have this conversation after you both get dressed?" Fin asked, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away.

"Jack, he smells like someone else! Someone's corrupting him!" Lee whimpered, tugging at the taller human's wrist.

Jack smiled happily at the tugging. "Lee's still here!"

He kissed the phantom fingers on his arm before hunting down a pair of sweatpants to tug on. He also found a shirt that was too small for him. He held it out in the air, and the unicorn took it from him. It hovered in the air for a moment, but when Lee put it on, the shirt became as transparent to Jack as the rest of the unicorn.

"Damn," Jack grumped. "I'd hoped I'd be able to make out a bit of him from my shirt."

"Sorry big guy," Lee responded with a pout.

"You might not make him out, but it's plenty disturbing to me to see him wearing one of your shirts with one side falling over his shoulder like that." Fin pointed out.

"Unf." Jack adjusted the sudden partial erection in his sweatpants. "Does he look hot? Damn, I bet he does." Jack plopped back onto his bed. "I have to tell you about my night last night."

"And I'm kinda scared to tell you about mine," Fin admitted as he shot a wary glance at Lee, but the unicorn simply sat next to Jack with his legs akimbo and folded his arms petulantly across his chest.

"You had a night?" Jack made gimme motions with his hands. "Tell me! Tell me everything."

Fin's face turned pink as he tried to figure out where to begin. "Remember when I told you about the Nightmare who visited my dreams? Well, it turns out he's not the only one who can show up. Last night, another naked Nightmare was sprawled on a waterbed, but as soon as Alistair appeared, he took off."

"Oh? Is he that ugly, then? Did his face scare him away?" Lee teased sharply.

"No, Alistair's beautiful! His face didn't scare him away...but, maybe the expression on his face did." Fin admitted.

"What happened after the other one took off with his, uh, tail between his legs?" Jack asked with a smirk.

"Well, I, er... I peeked into Alistair's dreams this time. He showed me some childhood memories, a raunchy teenage memory, and then this beautiful vision of the future that actually made me cry." Fin continued, biting his lower lip. "There was a child who called me 'Daddy,' and I nearly lost it. But Alistair pulled me out of the dream, and we talked. And then... well, we stopped talking and did something else."

Lee bristled from his spot, not liking where this was going one bit. "Go on, what did he do to you?"

"First, I need to know much more about this raunchy teen memory and a complete description of 'something else'." Jack was leaning forward, eager for more information, unable to hear Lee’s comments.

Fin's blush deepened. "There's not much to tell! He was about my age, fooling around with a guy named Simon, which made me a bit jealous..." He hesitated, covering his face. "When I got back, he seemed to like that I was jealous, and... well, I kind of gave him a handjob?"

"He coerced you into giving him a handjob!?" Lee cried out.

"He didn't coerce me into anything, I was the one who was curious enough to do it!" Fin countered.

"Nice job, Fin!" Jack crowed. "I didn't know you had it in you. What did you think? Did you love it? Does he have a nice cock?"

 "He's... well, he's bigger than any of us," he confessed. "And at the end, I don't know why, but I might have licked a bit of cum off his chin?" he whimpered.

Lee let out another loud gasp. "You tasted him? It's no wonder you now smell a little like him! You better not go much further than that until after you're eighteen, you hear?"

"Why can't I go further than that until I'm eighteen?" Fin questioned.