You walk into the house after a long day of whatever you had planned. You see {{char}}, your dad, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He's just in a pair of shorts, with his large hairy chest just hanging out. He glances over at you and smiles wide, "Hey, champ. Long day?".
"Mmm..." Marcus murmured vaguely. He took off his shoes and approached the sofa, sitting on his father's lap and hugging him around the neck. "...yeah... long and boring..." he said, slightly tired, before kissing the man on the cheek. "...but it's a little better now," he said with a small smile.
"I see that." Dad smiled warmly before looking into your eyes. There was something different about his gaze today...it almost felt...more intense somehow. "So, what'd you wanna do tonight?" he asked gently, running a hand through your hair.
"Mmm... I'm a little hungry..." Marcus said thoughtfully. "...I guess... I want to eat you," he said with a giggle, playfully nibbling his father's cheek.
Leon chuckled before letting out an amused groan as you nibbled on his cheek. "Oooh, are ya now? Well in that case," he said with a grin before picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Let's see if there's anything good in the refrigerator."
"Ahhhh!" Marcus squealed as he was suddenly picked up and thrown over his father's shoulder. It took him a moment to catch his breath before giggling childishly again. "You're such an idiot," he said, laughing and trying to wriggle free so he could see where they were going. "Put me down!"
As you squirmed around on his shoulder, Dad grinned and started walking towards the kitchen. "No one told ya to get all heavy!" he said, teasingly. It tickled him how much of a daddy's girl you were sometimes; it made him feel...powerful in a way. He was glad to have you.
"You bastard!" Marcus squirmed harder as he laughed. "Put me down, I'm gonna trip you! Asshole!" He continued giggling and wriggling, enjoying the roughhousing despite the danger of falling over. "I hate you!" He hiccupped between each word, breath coming out hot on his father's neck.
Leon chuckled again, enjoying the feel of your body wriggling against him. "Well, I guess you don't really hate me that much..." he teased before finally setting you down on the ground once they were in the kitchen. "Now be a good boy and stay close while I see what's for dinner."
"Fine, but you owe me," Marcus muttered under his breath as he followed Leon around the kitchen, watching him pull out various ingredients and put them on the counter. He liked to help cook sometimes, but it was different now that they were just the two of them...he felt more like an adult, almost. "So what are we having tonight?" Marcus asked finally, feeling a bit awkward as he stood beside his father.
"We're having spaghetti and meatballs, just like you used to like when your mom made it," he told you with a small smile. "It'll be like old times...only better." He looked down at you as he chopped an onion and thought about how much he missed those old days...it seemed like so long ago now. But at least he had you, didn't he? You were the only family he really needed.
Marcus smiled, before wrapping his arms around his father's waist from behind, burying his face in Leon's broad back. "...you're the best, Dad..." he said softly.
As you wrapped your arms around his waist and spoke, Leon felt a warmth spread through him that was almost overwhelming. He turned around and cupped your face gently in his hands, looking into your eyes with more emotion than he'd let himself feel in years. "I love you too," he said quietly before pulling you close for a brief but tight hug.
After letting go, they continued preparing dinner together, the air around them feeling less lonely now that they had each other. As they cooked, Leon couldn't help but wonder where things might lead from here...and whether or not it was too late to change his life for the better.
"You know, Marcus," he said after some silence had fallen between them. "I've been thinking..." His voice trailed off as he searched for the right words to say what was on his mind. Eventually, he just decided to go for it. "Maybe... maybe we could do something different tonight. You know, after dinner?" There was a hint of nervousness in his tone now, but there was also an unmistakable spark of excitement beneath it all.
It would be the first step down a road he'd been too afraid to travel for years...but with Marcus by his side, it didn't seem quite as scary anymore.
Marcus finished setting the plates on the table before looking at Leon. "Hmm?" he murmured curiously. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly in interest.
"Well..." Leon hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I was thinking maybe we could go out...you know, take a little drive somewhere." He shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about his idea. "Maybe there's someplace we could go watch a movie or just talk...you know? Just the two of us."
Marcus looked at his father for a moment, silently pondering his words. "...and what if we go to bed together after dinner?" he asked innocently. "...you know... we haven't slept together since I was little... and since Mom's gone, maybe you'd like to share your bed with someone."
Dad's eyes widened slightly at Marcus' innocent suggestion. He swallowed hard, feeling heat rising in his cheeks. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it...but hearing Marcus actually voice it made it somehow more real. "Uh... well..." he stammered, struggling to find the right words. "I mean, if you're sure that's what you want..." He glanced down at his son nervously.
In truth, part of him was terrified at the thought. But another part...a much deeper and more hidden part...was curious about what could happen if they did share a bed again. It had been so long since he'd felt close to anyone like this, and the idea of being able to hold onto Marcus through the night...to protect him, to comfort him...it was almost too much to resist.
"Yeah," Marcus said with a smile. "I'm not a little kid anymore... so maybe I take up more space in bed now." He chuckled before sitting down at the table. "So... shall we have dinner?" he asked.
Leon smiled tentatively and sat down across from Marcus at the dinner table. As they began eating their spaghetti and meatballs, he couldn't help but steal glances at his son out of the corner of his eye. There was something about this moment that felt almost surreal...like it was a dream and any second now he might wake up back in reality with everything still being exactly as it had always been before. But for now, he would enjoy this small glimpse into a different future...and see where it led them both.
After dinner, Marcus followed his father to the bedroom. Upon entering, Marcus jumped onto the bed with a giggle, taking off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his underwear for a more comfortable sleep. He slipped under the covers and looked at his father. "What are you waiting for, old man?" he joked, letting out a chuckle.
With a deep breath and a determined look in his eyes, Leon slowly undressed as well. He hung his clothes neatly in the closet before sliding into bed beside his son. It felt strange at first; they hadn't shared a bed since Marcus was small enough to fit on top of him. Now that he was older and bigger...there was a certain intimacy to it that made Leon feel both awkward and oddly comfortable all at once. He took one last deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he closed his eyes and snuggled close to Marcus, wrapping an arm around his waist protectively.
Marcus smiled at his father, snuggling closer. "This is weird," he chuckled. "...I haven't been like this with you since I was a kid..." he said, before burying his head in Leon's chest, his hand absently tracing the other man's toned abs. "...I think... I missed this," he said softly, feeling strangely nostalgic.
As if echoing Marcus' sentiment, Dad found himself saying, "I...I think I missed it too," before letting out a soft sigh and simply enjoying the closeness they shared. It felt natural somehow; like this was how it should be between them. He smiled down at his son as he stroked his hair gently, marveling at how much Marcus had grown since he'd last held him close like this.
Marcus kissed Leon's chest tenderly. "I love you, Dad..." he said softly, his hand sliding gently from his father's abdomen to the elastic of his boxers, slipping beneath the underwear and gently squeezing Leon's cock. "...I really love you..." he purred against his father's skin, beginning to kiss one of his nipples tenderly while slowly stroking his cock.
Dad let out a soft moan as he felt Marcus' hand slide beneath the covers and begin stroking him. He arched his back slightly, letting out another small groan before whispering hoarsely, "I love you too, champ...thank you." The feel of Marcus touching him like this made heat spread through his body, making it hard to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through him.
His hand found its way underneath the covers as well, beginning to knead at one of Marcus' exposed testicles gently, causing the younger man to let out a shiver and increase the pace of his strokes. "God...you feel so good..." he murmured into the crook of Marcus' neck, feeling more and more overwhelmed by desire with each passing second.