They cuddled in bed Saturday night. Aubrey wasn't about to sleep in his own room, even after all that had happened. He'd always slept with his dad, and he wasn't about to change that. He did manage to keep his hands to himself, but damn, had his cock been hard.
They'd slept in just their underwear, which had been torture for Aubrey. His dad's beautiful body was on full display, and his boxer briefs outlined that dick that had Aubrey's mouth watering. He only wanted one little peek at it. Those black underwear were way too tight — how was his dad even comfortable in those? — and Aubrey had to roll away so he didn't rip those freaking boxer briefs from his dad's body and shove his nose into his groin.
His dad behaved like everything was normal. How did he do that? Aubrey was about to freaking come out of his skin with lust and his dad was just...chill. He'd let Aubrey snuggle against his chest and he'd even thrown his arm over Aubrey's back.
When Aubrey rolled out of bed the next morning, he felt like he'd not slept at all. His cock had gone back and forth, between half hard and stone hard, all night.
"Hey kid," his dad said as Aubrey dragged his ass down the stairs.
"I figured you'd sleep in, you usually do, so I waited on breakfast." He talking too loud...and just what was all that banging?
"So, I'm starting it now." His dad was at the stove.
Aubrey rubbed his eyes and trudged over to the small table. His dad was wearing clothes, a black AC/DC t-shirt and striped black and white shorts. Why was he dressed? Aubrey was still in his underwear.
He glanced at the clock on the stove. It was already 11:35am?
"I didn't sleep well." Aubrey yawned.
His dad shrugged. "It's fine." He still hadn't looked at Aubrey.
"You waited till lunch time to eat breakfast?" Aubrey's head still felt groggy.
"No, I ate something when it became apparent that your lazy ass wasn't getting up anytime soon." He smirked at Aubrey over his shoulder.
Aubrey huffed a laugh. "Yeah. I could go back to sleep right now."
"Why'd you get up?"
"I wanted to spend time with you," he said quietly.
His dad flipped the bacon on the skillet. He didn't say anything for a few seconds. The silence was only broken by the sizzling bacon and the pop of the toaster.
Aubrey didn't want everything to be weird. He wanted his dad back. Things had changed, but he was still the same, just as his dad was still the same. He stood and walked up behind his dad. He wrapped his arms around his waist. His dad stiffened as Aubrey laid his cheek between his shoulder blades.
"I love you," he whispered.
His dad's body relaxed. He dropped the fork he was using to cook the bacon, and rested his hands over Aubrey's. "I love you too."
Aubrey turned his face, and, closing his eyes, he kissed his dad's back. He wished the shirt wasn't between them. His lips tingled with the longing to feel his dad's warm skin.
"Bacon's ready," his dad said quietly.
Aubrey reluctantly backed away, his hands slowly dragging down his dad's stomach and then across his ribs. He saw goosebumps pop up on his dad's arms. He glanced down at his ass. Wow. He'd never noticed his dad's ass before, but now that he was looking at it he wondered, how did he go all this time without seeing how mouthwatering it was?
His dad turned around. Aubrey slowly lifted his eyes, his gaze taking in the trim waist, chiseled abs, and hard pecs all outlined by the tight shirt.
Aubrey had never thought a guy was hot...until his dad.
"Do you wonder what happened?" He looked into his dad's eyes. His gaze zeroing in on that bright blue smudge of blue in the corner.
"Wonder what happened?"
"To us?" Aubrey muttered.
His dad swallowed hard. "I don't know." And he looked ashamed, and that wasn't what Aubrey wanted. He stepped into his dad's arms, lining his chest up with his; their groins pressing snuggly against his each other's bodies.
"I don't mean it like that," Aubrey said. He looked into his dad's eyes. "I don't think anything about this is wrong." He dug his fingers into his back. "I think something happened— I don't know what— but something good did happen." He searched his dad's gaze. "We can't explain it, but that doesn't mean it's wrong. It's just...different."
His dad shifted his eyes away. "But you said..."
"What I meant was, why now?"
His dad shifted his gaze back to Aubrey's.
"Why not when we were older?" Aubrey said. "Or younger?"
His dad groaned. "Oh god no. I already feel like a pedophile. Jesus Christ, I don't think I could deal with it if you were any younger."
Aubrey chuckled. He rested his chin on his dad's collarbone. "I think I'm old enough to get the meaning of consensual."
Their mouths were close, hot air drifting between them, their eyes focused on each other. It was like there was no one else in the world. In each other's arms they were complete. They didn't need anybody else.
"The food's getting cold," his dad mumbled.
Aubrey didn't want to pull away. He didn't give a damn about food, but he knew his dad needed this. And Aubrey wanted his dad to want him without any regrets, without the feeling of guilt looming over them. He knew his dad would kiss him and probably do whatever else Aubrey wanted, but that wasn't all Aubrey wanted. He wanted the freedom from guilt.
So he backed away, and sat at the table.
"So, what time are you heading back to your mom's?" His dad set the food in the center of the table.
Aubrey shrugged. "I don't know."
"Okay," his dad said.
Aubrey could tell he was deep in thought. He got that little line in the middle of his forehead, and his hand would cover his mouth every few seconds before dropping back to his lap.
Aubrey didn't try to talk. And for the rest of the day he didn't try to convince his dad of how right this new depth to their relationship was. He didn't try to touch him or kiss again, even though his insides were inching for more of that physical connection.
And when it came time to say bye for the night, Aubrey didn't even hug him. He just said he'd call and hopped in his car.
His dad needed to see this was meant to be.
His boy had left without giving him hug.
It was Monday morning and that was the shit he was thinking about.
The fuck was wrong with him? He never liked women insisting on hugs and kisses and all the bullshit they thought belonged in a relationship. Now he couldn't get over the fact that his son hadn't given him a goddamn hug.
Motherfucker, he was losing his fucking mind.
"Hey, Anderson," Curly called.
Fuck. He hated when people called him by his last name.
"It's Sterling, Curly." The guy had the weirdest ass nickname, but for some fucked up reason he liked it. Sterling didn't even know what the hell his first name was.
Curly just laughed like some goddamn ten—pack—a—day smoker. Christ, how was the man even still alive? He eyed Curly as the laugh turned into a wheezing fit. His large gut jiggled and his gray t-shirt was riding up. Sterling shuddered as he got more than a glimpse of that hairy, flabby belly.
"You okay there, Curly?" Travis called across the half constructed office building they were working on.
He waved his hand, still hacking up half a lung.
"Think we should 911?" Sterling looked at Travis.
"I think he'll live. He usually has a few of those episodes a day," Travis said as he made his way through the tools, machines, and other workers.
Sterling leaned against the wall he'd just put up and took a drink of water.
"Wanna head out to Finnegan's after work?" Travis asked.
Sterling didn't feel like being around anyone, but he also didn't want to head home. Everything in his house reminded him of Aubrey, and he needed to clear his head of his boy. Maybe a beer or five would help him do that.
"Sure," he said. Then he got back to work.
Aubrey missed his dad. It'd not even been twenty-four hours and he already wanted to see him again.
Maybe that was unhealthy, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Hi, Aubrey," Tiffany said as he walked into Bible class.
"Hey," he said.
They didn't have assigned seats in any of their classes, so he sat in the back. Tiffany smiled shyly and took the empty seat on his left.
Just a few ago days he wouldn't have minded. He would have liked the idea of her being close...but now? Now everything was different. All he could see or think about was his dad.
"Hey," Banner said as he sat on the other side of Aubrey. He just stared at him, his eyes unblinking.
Aubrey sighed. "Banner, can you stop with the staring thing?" Normally, he didn't say anything about Banner's weird behavior, but today he was annoyed with everything.
"It's just what I do," Banner said drily.
Aubrey rubbed his face his with hands. "Right."
"I had a really good time on Saturday," Tiffany's soft voice drifted over to him.
He internally groaned. "That's good," he said. He tried to smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.
"You were together on Saturday?" Banner said.
"You guys went on a date?" Shannon practically shouted as she plopped down in the seat in front of Tiffany.
"We were just hanging out," Aubrey said at the same time Tiffany said, "Yes."
He looked at her. What?
Shannon covered her mouth with both hands. "Oh my god! That is so awesome!"
Banner shifted his staring to her.
"It was really nice." Tiffany blushed.
"It wasn't a big deal," Aubrey said.
Shannon and Tiffany both looked at him like he'd just said zombies were real and they were right outside the school waiting to eat their brains.
"What's not a big deal?" Becca sat down on the other side of Shannon, right in front of Aubrey.
"They went on a date on Saturday," Shannon said as she pointed to Tiffany and Aubrey.
"Really?" Becca's brown eyes grew wide. "You had a date with Aubrey?!"
Aubrey furrowed his brows. "Why are you saying that like it's hard to believe or something?"
"Because it is!" Becca threw her hands up in the air like she was cheering or something. "You have not dated anyone! You're like the prize of guys at Brighton! All the girls want to date you."
"What?" Aubrey sputtered.
"Yeah? What?" Banner stared at Becca. She rolled her eyes at him. "Please Banner, no one wants to date a weirdo."
Aubrey frowned. "Becca, that wasn't cool." He motioned at Banner. "There's nothing wrong with him."
Shannon stared at him skeptically, while Becca huffed.
"It's cool." Banner shrugged. "I don't care what the girl who can't get a date—no matter how many guys she blows—opinion of me is."
Becca jerked her gaze to Banner. "You fucking —"
"Becca Cornfield!" Mrs. Hamilton yelled from the front of the classroom.
"Shit," Becca muttered.
Tiffany looked scared, Shannon glared at Banner, and Aubrey was just glad the conversation wasn't about him and Tiffany anymore.
"Have fun at the principle's office," Banner said. His facial expression didn't change, it never did. He always looked bored with everything.
"Shut the hell up," Becca said through gritted teeth.
"Becca, grab your things and head to the office. I'll be informing Principle Pratt what you said and I'm sure he'll inform your parents."
"Like they'd give a rat's ass," she mumbled.
"Becca!" Mrs. Hamilton’s white hair jerked as she pointed her finger to the door. "Now!"
Becca heaved a sigh as she snatched her books off the desk.
"Watch it, young lady," Mrs. Hamilton glowered at her from behind her white framed glasses.
Becca just rolled her eyes and pushed the door open.
"She's so bad," Shannon whispered.
Tiffany wrapped her arms around herself. "She kinda scares me," she whispered.
"Scares you?" Shannon said.
Tiffany shrugged. "I just don't think she's a good girl."
Aubrey was starting to wonder what he'd seen in Tiffany. Yeah, she was was cute, but she was too sweet.
He grinned as he remembered the curse fest his dad had when his favorite football team lost a game. Aubrey had sat on the couch and laughed at him. His dad had turned to him and said, "You think this is fucking funny, kid? This is goddamn serious shit! The motherfuckin' team played like cow shit and you want to fucking laugh?"
Aubrey had only laughed harder.
"Aww, look at the dreamy look on his face," Shannon cooed. "He's probably thinking about you, Tiffany."
Aubrey blinked. What?
Tiffany giggled and turned bright red.
Aubrey just blinked at them. He didn't know what to say. He was not thinking about Tiffany. He hadn't thought about her at all since he'd walked out of his dad's laundry room.
Banner stared at him, and instead of the stoic expression, he was actually smiling. Well, it was a barely there smile, but that was more than Aubrey had ever seen from him.
"Class, settle down," Mrs. Hamilton called.
"What?" Aubrey whispered at Banner. Shannon had turned around in her seat and Tiffany was digging in her bag.
He shook his head. "I know it's not her," Banner said.
Aubrey's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't worry about it." And then the Banner that Aubrey was used to seeing was back. He shifted his staring gaze to their teacher and his brief smile was gone.
Damn, his friends were confusing.
"So, how ya been?" Travis asked over the loud music in Finnegan's.
"Fine," Sterling muttered. He didn't give a shit if Travis could hear him or not. He was in a fucking foul mood. All day, all he'd thought about was his boy. Like he was some sort of clingy guy who couldn't even be away from his own kid. Or lover, or what the fuck ever. Goddamn, this was confusing.
You're a fucking pervert, what is there to be confused about?
"Shut up," he mumbled.
"What?" Travis leaned over the table between them.
"I wasn't talking to you," Sterling snapped.
Travis fell back in his chair and raised his hands. "Sorry man." He shook his head. "You've been moody as fuck today, what's going on with you?"
Sterling looked around the bar. He remembered why he didn't come here often, it was too noisy and too crowded, no matter what day of the week it was. "We should have gone to Silver Drink," he said.
Travis huffed. "Right, don't wanna talk, got it."
Sterling shifted his gaze to Travis. "I really do like Silver Drink better." He shrugged.
"I know you do, but that wasn't what I asked."
Travis had been his friend for the past five years, but even then, Sterling didn't have heart to hearts with him. He didn't have heart to hearts with anyone. Except his son.
Damn, there Aubrey was again, popping up in his mind.
As if his boy knew he was on his dad's mind, a ping vibrated in his pocket. He pulled his phone from his jeans.
Aubrey: hey how was work?
Sterling: same old same old. Hot as fuck.
Aubrey: yeah, it is pretty hot out. Did you make sure you were drinking lots of water? Mom says drinking water is the best way to make sure you don't pass out in this heat, haha
He grinned. His boy was always looking out for him.
Sterling: yeah, yeah, I drank water, and beer, and soda. All kinds of liquids.
Aubrey: 🙄 right. Just make sure you don't get yourself sick.
"Who are you texting with that big sappy ass grin on your face?" Travis said.
Sterling glared at him. "I don't do sappy. What the fuck are you talking about? It's just my son."
Travis nodded like that explained it. "That makes sense then. You've always been all smiley and shit when it came to your kid."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sterling growled. He felt his heart pound wildly in his chest.
Travis furrowed his brows. "Why the hell are you jumping down my throat about this?" He shrugged. "He's your only kid, you're always happy when you talk to him, or about him, or whenever he's around." He leaned forward, folding his arms over the table. "In fact, he's the only one who makes you really smile."
Sterling felt the blood drain from his face. Shit. What did Travis know? How could he know? This — whatever the hell this was — had only started about a week ago.
"Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Sterling shook his head and scrubbed his hands over his face.
Pull yourself the fuck together.
"Nothing, I'm fine." That sounded real convincing, Sterling.
Travis frowned at him. "Are you okay?"
Sterling shifted his gaze around the bar; over the plain brown tables, red hanging lamps, pool table, and the long bar top with red stools.
His phone pinged again.
Aubrey: I miss you. Wanna hang out? Mom's working late tonight.
Sterling swallowed hard. What did he mean by "hang out"?
"Sterling?" Travis tapped his shoulder.
Sterling jumped like he'd been hit with a goddamn two by four. Travis frowned even harder.
"What the hell is going on?"
He didn't even know. "Nothing."
Travis lowered his dark brows. "Right, I can see that."
Sterling: can’t tonight kid. Out with a friend.
"Can I get you all a refill?"
Sterling lifted his gaze from his phone. A big busted red head, wearing a short ass skirt and crop top, stood beside their table.
Travis immediately shifted his entire attention to the young woman. "Since when did Finnegan's get waitresses?" He slowly let his eyes slide down her long frame.
She smiled. "I don't work here. I'm just offering to buy you boys another round." She motioned behind her. "Well, my friend and I are."
Both Sterling and Travis glanced at the bar. A young blonde guy was leaning back against the bar. He waved when he saw all three of their eyes look at him.
"I made him stay over there so he could save our seats in case you two weren't interested." She shrugged. "It's too packed in here to try to find another place to sit."
"So, your friend is gay?" Travis asked.
Sterling choked on his beer. He coughed as he dropped his phone.
Both the girl and Travis stared at him.
"Sterling, what the hell?" Travis's forehead pinched as he looked at him like he'd lost his mind.
Sterling was pretty sure he had.
"Um..." the girl bounced her eyes back and forth between them.
Travis waved his hand. "Don't worry about him. He's never like this." He glared at Sterling. "Clearly something is wrong with him."
Sterling picked his phone up from the floor. "I'm fine," he rasped.
"Right," Travis said drily.
The girl chewed her bottom lip. "I think maybe —"
"So, he is gay?" Travis interrupted.
Sterling felt that pang in his stomach against.
He didn't give two shits who was gay or what the fuck ever all those letters in the LGBTQIA+ meant. He never flinched whenever that shit was talked about or paraded around in front of him. But he'd never made out with a guy or let his son hump his leg. So...gay talk was a bit too much for him at the moment.
"I'm not sure what he is." The girl flipped her hand. "He sleeps with anything that has two legs." She laughed. "As long as it's human."
Travis laughed, but Sterling couldn't even muster a smile.
The image of Aubrey's scrunched nose entered his mind. Damn, his boy was so cute when he did that.
Sterling blinked. Cute? Since when the hell did he say shit like that? Jesus Christ, he was going insane.
"That's great," Travis was saying.
Sterling focused on the girl. She smiled at him, then Travis.
"I'll go let him know."
Sterling watched her walk away. "Where is she going?"
Travis rolled his eyes. "I don't know where the fuck you have been all night."
"Here with you."
Travis took a sip of his beer. "Don't be an asshole, you know what I mean." He tipped his chin towards the bar. "I told Stephanie she and her friend could join us."
"The red headed hottie?" Travis's blue eyes stared at him. "Did you not hear when she introduced herself?"
Sterling hadn't, so he didn't say anything.
"I'm going to assume you also didn't see the way she was kept glancing at you every three seconds."
Before Sterling could say anything, Stephanie and her friend arrived. Travis stood up and pulled the chair next to his out. Stephanie glanced at Sterling then back to the chair.
If she was waiting for an invitation to take the seat next to him, she'd be waiting all night.
Sterling wasn't in the mood to deal with a flirting woman.
"You don't want to sit next to him." Travis winked at her.
Sterling scoffed. He'd always thought it was cheesy as fuck to wink. Who the hell winked? Lame ass people and actors in lame ass rom coms that's who.
"I'm better company tonight, I promise."
Stephanie smiled at Travis before she sat down.
"Guess that means I'll be sitting here," the guy said as he sat to Sterling's left.
Sterling just grunted. He hoped this guy didn't try to get in his pants. He may not have had a problem with guys who fucked other guys, but that didn't mean he wanted to be hit on by one. He really should've just gone home. He had shit he needed to think about, and no thinking was getting done here.
"I'm Remy," the guy next to him said.
He took a gulp of his beer. "Sterling," he said without glancing at him.
"I love that name," Stephanie said. She leaned across the table, pressing her arms against her sides. Her tits nearly spilled out of her tiny top. Sterling knew the drill, he'd been there and done it too many fucking times. She had "one night stand" written all over her. And in the past, Sterling would have already fucked her in the bathroom.
But now those tits didn't even make his dick hard.
"It's so unique," she continued when he didn't say anything.
"Yep," Sterling said, taking another gulp of his beer.
"So, how'd you get such a unique name?"
"My mom gave it to me," Sterling drawled. Wasn't that obvious? Christ, what a stupid question.
"Okay...I can take a hint." He didn't care if the Stephanie chick sounded pissed.
She stood up.
"Hey, wait, who cares that the brooding asshole is in a bad mood?" Travis stood too. "Wanna dance with me?"
Stephanie looked at him, then at Sterling. She shrugged. "Sure, why not? I did come out tonight to have a good time."
And Sterling didn't give a fuck that she glared at him when she said that.
His phone pinged again.
Aubrey: okay, have fun.
"I think you pissed off Stephanie," Remy said.
"Good thing I don't give a fuck," Sterling said.
Remy burst out laughing. "Wow. You really are something else." He shook his head, still chuckling.
Remy sipped his beer as he watched Stephanie and Travis dancing. "So your friend's straight?"
Sterling raised a brow at him. "Far as I know."
"Damn shame," he muttered.
"He the one you interested in?" Sterling asked as he took a sip of beer.
Remy's lips tilted up. "You're hot," he leaned a little closer. "And those eyes are freaking gorgeous," he shifted his gaze back to the dance floor. "But Travis was the one I had my eye on. He’s so sexy.”
Sterling stared for a second at him before he cracked up. "Travis?" he laughed. "Motherfucker, who the hell would ever think Travis was sexy? That’s some funny shit."
"I can't believe I'm stuck at a table with two hot guys and they're both straight," Remy said as he shook his head.
"Straight as they come," Sterling automatically replied. Then he thought of Aubrey and the smile fell from his face.
Straight as they come my motherfuckin' ass.
Another ping on his phone.
Aubrey: Gonna head to Banner's house. Already texted mom.
Sterling hated the fucking hitch he got in his chest. Banner? Who the hell was Banner?
Sterling: who the fuck is Banner?
Aubrey: a friend from school
Sterling: why have I never heard of him?
Really, Sterling, get your shit together.
Aubrey: I've never hung out with him before, but he said I could crash at his place tonight since mom's working late and you're busy.
Well motherfuckin' shit.
Sterling: I'm not busy. I can be home in 15 mins.
Aubrey: its cool. Already on my way to his place.
"Whoever has you glaring like that must be pretty important," Remy said.
Sterling grunted. "My kid."
"How old are they?"
"My son's sixteen."
Remy whistled. "No wonder you're glaring. Sixteen is a scary age."
"Not my kid, he's a good boy," Sterling snapped.
Jesus Christ, chill the fuck out.
Remy just raised his eyebrows. "Sure thing."
Sterling stared at nothing for the next 45 minutes while Remy sat there mostly quiet. Thank fuck he wasn't a talker. Stephanie and Travis didn't come back to the table, they just got a drink at the bar then went right back to dancing.
Sterling couldn't stop thinking about his boy and what he was doing at Banner's house. What if their crazy ass make out sessions had awakened that out of control horny state that all sixteen year old boys went through? What if his son was so fucking horny that he was suddenly turning to a boy he'd never even hung out with before? Was Aubrey even gay?
No, he wasn't. Neither of them were. That hadn't stopped what happened between them though.
What if his rejection of whatever this physical thing was between them had driven his son to seek out someone else? What if he wanted to try things with other guys...his own age?
Oh hell to the motherfuckin' no.
Sterling shot to his feet. The chair banged back and hit the floor. Remy turned startled eyes to him.
"I gotta go," he said.
He didn't hear what Remy said; he didn't stop to tell Travis he was leaving. He didn't see or hear anything.
He needed to go get his boy.