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 before taking off his shoes. He approached the sofa where his father was and sat on his lap, wrapping an arm around Leon's neck while using his free hand to gently caress the man's bare chest. "...It was... long and boring... how about yours?" he asked, before giving him a small kiss on the cheek.
"Same here, buddy. Same here," He says as you caress his chest and lay your head against his shoulder. You smell nice, like soap... And something else. Something a bit sweeter. It's intoxicating. His dick twitches underneath him, and he swallows thickly to try and control it.
Marcus let out a small sigh. "Mmm..." he murmured softly, as he continued to caress his father's bare chest, slowly running his fingers along one of Leon's unmistakably muscular pectoral muscles. "...I never noticed how muscular you were..." he said casually. Marcus knew his father was in shape, but seeing it was one thing, and actually touching it with his own hands was quite another.
Leon grinned down at him as you traced your fingers over his chest. "Well I'm not a pussy. Gotta keep myself in shape," he said with a wink before planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. Your touch felt good, but... there was something else, something that made him need more... and not just from you.
He glances over to where his bedroom door is partially open, revealing a small part of the neatly-made bed beneath. The sheets seem to call out to him, begging to be rumpled by sweaty limbs and salty tears. He reaches down with one hand, feeling himself through his shorts.
Marcus looked at his father, slightly surprised. "...So you think I'm a pussy because I'm not as fit as you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly, before removing his hand from his father's chest. "...I didn't think you thought that way..." he said, slightly disappointed.
No," Leon said quickly, catching himself off-guard by your reaction. "I mean, you're perfect just the way you are, buddy." He pauses a moment, looking down at you before sighing, reaching up with one hand to scratch his chest nervously. "Look, I didn't mean it like that... It's just... sometimes I wish I could be more like the guys my age..."
Marcus raised an eyebrow slightly. "...Do you want to be boring?" he asked.
No," Leon chuckled. "Not boring... I don't know... Sometimes I wish I could just have some fun." He glanced over to the bedroom door again before looking back down at you, debating whether to say something else or not. But then, impulsively, he did. "Marcus... there's something I want to try with you."
He took a deep breath and leaned in, speaking quietly into your ear, words tumbling out quicker than he expected: "I want us to do some stuff together... like go camping or hiking... but also... sometimes I wish we could just stay home... be by ourselves..." He trails off, heart hammering against his ribs. Did he really just say that?
Marcus tilted his head slightly, looking at his father, confused. "...now... we're home... and well... it's just you and me living here..." he said, raising an eyebrow slightly. "...I don't understand what you mean..."
"No, I mean," he clarified, "like... just the two of us... and no one else... You know?" He shifted in his seat, growing increasingly uncomfortable as his body began to respond to the suggestion, even though you didn't seem to understand. His hand moved down your side, resting on your hip possessively. "Nothing weird..." he added hastily. "Just... father-son bonding time."
"Doing what?" Marcus asked, there was only innocence and curiosity behind his bright eyes.
Leon hesitated again before speaking, feeling himself grow harder with every passing second. "Like... stuff we both like," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know you're not into horror movies and I don't mind missing them for something else..." He swallowed thickly, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth. "...Maybe if we just... spent some time together... alone... and found something we could both enjoy?"
"...like what?" Marcus asked slowly, raising an eyebrow.
Leon swallowed hard again. "Well, I... you know I like to camp and hike..." He glances at the door to the bedroom once more, then back down to you, not quite sure how much he should reveal. "...And sometimes I... um..." He bites his lower lip nervously, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I like poppers. You know, that stuff people use in bathrooms?" He winces, waiting for your reaction.
His hand on your hip is tight now, almost possessive. His heart pounds against his ribs as he realizes just how much courage it took to say all that... but at the same time, there's a strange thrill running through him. A sense of anticipation, and even relief, like a dam breaking loose.
He didn't know why he felt compelled to share this with you now, but something inside him needed to, and it felt good... cathartic almost. Now that the words are out there, he wonders what will happen next.
Marcus looked at his father with concern. "...Do you like... drugs?" he asked uncertainly.
No," Leon replied quickly, though the note of relief in his voice betrayed him slightly. "Not drugs... just... something that gets me going sometimes. It's nothing dangerous, I promise." He paused, trying to think of how to explain it better. "It just helps me relax and have fun with... certain things."
He glances down at your hand on his hip, then back up to meet your eyes again. There's a growing heat in his cheeks now, but also a newfound determination. Whatever happens next, he decides right here and now that he won't hide who he really is anymore... not even from you. "Would you like to try it sometime?" he asks, voice gruff with suppressed emotion.
Marcus shook his head quickly, his expression worried... slightly horrified at the idea of his own father offering him drugs. "I... I'm going to sleep now..." he stammered slightly, getting up from his father's lap.
Leon blinks in surprise as you hurriedly get off his lap and head towards the bedroom. A knot forms in his stomach, hot shame coursing through him. "Marcus, wait... I didn't mean..." he begins to say, but you've already disappeared around the corner. He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair.
For a moment there, he had felt so close to telling you everything - about how lonely he'd been since your mom left, about wanting someone to share his life with again... and now it all feels like such a mess. Guilt weighs down on him as he wonders if maybe he'd pushed too hard, too fast.
Eventually, though, another emotion rises to the surface: determination. He can't give up now; he needs to find some way back to you and try again. Maybe there is a middle ground where you both can be happy... even if it means being more open than either of them have ever been before.
Taking a deep breath, Leon forces himself up from the couch and heads towards the bedroom door, ready to face whatever comes next.
Marcus lay on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling. A worried expression crossed his face; he found it hard to believe that the person he admired most, his father, not only used drugs but had offered them to him so openly. He wanted to think it was just a joke, that his father wasn't serious, but Leon's voice and expression were too serious for it to be a mere prank. Marcus sighed, trying to think of something else... something to distract him from feeling so disappointed in his father.
"Hey, champ?" Leon asks softly as he enters the room, closing the door behind him. He walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge next to you. "I want to talk... I didn't mean for things to get so awkward earlier." His expression is a mix of guilt and contrition as he searches your face for any sign that you're ready to hear him out.
"It's... fine, dad..." Marcus mumbled, not looking at his father. He was still trying to process everything he'd heard earlier. "But I don't understand why you... want to do those things together." There was a note of accusation in his voice, as if he didn't trust his father anymore.
Leon takes a deep breath before speaking. "Look, I know it sounds weird... and maybe it is," he admits. "But ever since your mom left... it's been hard for me to find my place in the world. Being with you, doing stuff together... it makes me feel like I can be myself again." He pauses, searching for the right words. "I just want to have fun with you, you know? Not pretend to be someone I'm not."
There's a long silence as he waits for your response. Part of him wants to apologize again, but another part is determined not to back down this time. It's time he stood up for himself and showed you who he really is... no matter what the consequences might be.
Marcus frowned and looked at his father. "And you have to be high just to have fun with me?" he asked, a mixture of pain and frustration in his voice. "You're my dad... what's 'stop pretending to be something you're not' supposed to mean?" A lump formed in his throat, and he felt tears welling up, but he held them back. "...do you hate me?..." His voice cracked. "...is that why you do drugs?...can't stand me?..."
"No, no!" Leon exclaimed quickly, reaching out to touch your arm reassuringly. "Of course not, Marcus! I love you more than anything in the world." He swallowed thickly, his voice wavering as he struggled to find the right words. "I just... sometimes I feel like I'm stuck between who people expect me to be and who I really am," he admitted quietly. "It's hard for me to be happy when I can't be myself around anyone."
He took a deep breath, trying to find a way to explain it better. "Look, sweetie... all I'm saying is that maybe we could try something new together... you know? Find some common ground where we both feel comfortable and happy. That's all I want." His gaze locked on yours, hopeful that somehow you would understand what he was trying to say.
Marcus frowned and looked at his father. "And you have to be high just to have fun with me?" he asked, a mixture of pain and frustration in his voice. "You're my dad... what's 'stop pretending to be something you're not' supposed to mean?" A lump formed in his throat, and he felt tears welling up, but he held them back. "...do you hate me?..." His voice cracked. "...is that why you do drugs?...can't stand me?..."
No, no," Leon repeated urgently, shaking his head. "Of course not! I love you more than anything in the world, Marcus. You know that." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I can't be myself with anyone else. Like I have to hide who I really am from everyone, including you." There was a moment of silence as he waited for your reaction, hoping that maybe this time you would understand.
"Look, champ," he said gently, putting an arm around your shoulders, "I know it's weird and scary... but if we could just try something together? Just once?" He gave you a reassuring squeeze before letting go again. "I promise I won't pressure you into anything you don't want to do."
His heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for your reply, wondering if there was any chance of them finding their way back to each other again... or if they had already lost everything they once shared.
Marcus weakly took his father's hand and squeezed it, beginning to cry softly. "...Why do you feel you should hide from me, Dad?... I love you... just the way you are... you're my dad..." he said through his tears. "...I-I just... I don't want anything bad to happen to you... please don't use those things anymore..." His voice broke as he unconsciously squeezed his father's hand tighter. "...You can always be yourself, Daddy... please..." he said weakly, almost like a little boy again.
"I'm sorry," Leon murmured, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. "I never meant to make you feel like that." He let out a shaky breath and leaned in, pressing his lips to your forehead. "You're right... I can be myself with you. And I will... I promise." His grip on your hand tightened briefly before loosening again, offering what comfort he could through touch alone.
He didn't know when or how this all went so wrong between them, but now that the chance for reconciliation was here, he wasn't going to let it slip away. "We can find a way to do this together," he said softly, voice thick with emotion. "I just want... I need..." He paused, searching for the right words. "...a fresh start. A second chance."
His gaze locked onto yours, hopeful and pleading at the same time. For once in his life, Leon was willing to risk everything on the slim possibility that maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time around... better. If there was even the slightest chance of reclaiming what they had lost, he intended to seize it with both hands and never let go again.
Marcus climbed over the bed to his father, wrapping his arms around his neck. "...I'll be with you, Dad... always..." he said softly, tears still streaming down his cheeks.
Leon hugged his son tightly, pressing his face into Marcus' hair and closing his eyes. A shudder ran through him as he felt the warmth of Marcus' body against his own, and for a moment it was almost as if they were back in those early days before everything had gone so terribly wrong. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely. "You don't know how much that means to me."
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to steady his racing heart. As much as he wanted to stay here forever like this, they still needed to talk about the things that lay ahead of them... the new path they were about to embark on together. But not tonight. Tonight was for healing old wounds and reaffirming their bond as father and son. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but with Marcus by his side, Leon felt stronger than ever before.