Sterling was a fucking idiot. How the hell could he have lost his shit like that? Sucking his kid’s cock? In someone else’s goddamn house?
Visions of prison cells, Allyson beating him with a steel pole, and a big hairy inmate shoving his nasty dick in Sterling’s ass, fired through his mind.
"Here," Banner said as he held out the glasses. "That sounded really vigorous so I thought you'd be thirsty." Fucking kid said all that with a straight face.
Aubrey paled. "What?" he croaked.
"How long have you been fucking your dad?" Goddamn, that kid just threw that fucked up question out there without a single expression on his face. What the hell?
Aubrey stumbled back a step. Sterling clenched his fists. He was only a couple of feet behind his son, but he didn't dare touch him after that loaded question.
"I—I—don't..." his boy turned wide as fuck eyes to Sterling. "Dad?" He gulped.
Sterling closed the short distance between them and gripped his son's shoulders. "I don't know what you think you heard, but we're not—"
"Fucking?" Banner just blinked. Jesus Christ, did nothing make the kid flinch? Or change that stone-like look on his face?
Sterling shook his head. "Right, we're not...that." Fuck, that sounded real convincing.
Banner shrugged. "I know you were just fucking." He shifted his eyes from Aubrey's face to Sterling's. "Well, it wasn't anal sex, but I'd guess you were getting a blow job from your dad."
The first hint of an expression formed on the kid's face, and it was a fucking grin. "A really good one by the sounds of it."
Aubrey was as still as a fucking statue.
Sterling scowled. "What?"
"Banner, that's my name."
Sterling rolled his eyes. "What the fuck ever, kid. Christ, do you think I give a fuck about your name right now."
"Dad," Aubrey muttered. "Not helping."
Banner's fucking smile was gone just as quick as it appeared. "You probably don't, but I do. I don't like being called 'kid'."
Sterling tightened his hands on his son's shoulders. "The point is, you heard wrong."
Sterling was pissed, and fucking terrified. "We were watching porn." Shit, that was a lame ass response.
Aubrey turned around. "We were what?" He looked like he thought Sterling was as dumb as he felt.
"Porn." He shrugged like a stupid fuck. "You know people having sex for money."
"I think we both know what porn is," Aubrey deadpanned.
"Good, well, now that we got that out of the way." Sterling dragged his fingers through his hair. "I'm fucking tired, I think Aubrey and me need to head home."
"I know you weren't watching porn."
Jesus fucking Christ, why wouldn't the kid let it go?
Sterling sighed. "Listen, kid, don't try to get smart with me. My kid and I always watch porn together. Have ever since he hit puberty."
Aubrey stared at him like he'd fucking lost his mind. "Always?” he mouthed.
"I watch porn and I don't sound like that," Banner said. Fucking kid was still holding those goddamn glasses.
"You must be watching the wrong kind then." He grabbed Aubrey by the arm. "C'mon, let's go."
"I won't tell anyone," Banner said.
Sterling stopped in the doorway. Banner was blocking the exit with those fucking glasses in his hands. "I'd appreciate it. Most people think it's weird to watch porn with your teenage son."
Sterling shrugged. "Not me. I'd rather him watch it with me than behind my back. You know, that way I know what he's into. Make sure it's not some fucked up shit like bestiality or tree fucking."
"Dad!" Aubrey hissed.
"Tree...fucking?" Banner said slowly.
"There's some fucked up shit out there. You never know what you could find on the internet."
"Oh my god, Dad," Aubrey murmured behind him.
Sterling went to walk around Banner, but he stepped in front of him. "Stop fucking lying to me."
Sterling growled. "You think calling me a liar is gonna get you any points with me?"
"Dad, stop it." Aubrey tugged the back of his shirt.
"I'm not interested in getting points with you. I'm simply saying I know you were fucking in there."
"Shh!" Sterling glanced down the hallway behind Banner.
"He's in his office on the second floor," Banner said.
Sterling lowered his voice. "What is it you want, huh? You want money? You want to see my sick ass thrown in prison?" He got in Banner's face. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Enough, Dad," Aubrey said. He shoved himself between them.
"I don't want anything.”
Sterling scoffed. "Said no one ever."
Aubrey plastered his back to Sterling's front. "Listen, Banner, just tell me what you want, okay?" His son sounded a whole nicer than he had.
Banner just looked from Aubrey's face to Sterling's, then back to Aubrey's. "I don't want anything. I just don't want you to lie to me. I know what I heard, and it was fucking hot."
Sterling groaned and rubbed his face.
Aubrey turned red. His boy cleared his throat. "Okay, then. Well, uh, yeah. You heard...it."
"It sounded like you really liked it, so..." Banner shrugged. "Who am I to say it's wrong?"
Damn kid may be on to something.
Aubrey bobbed his head. "Right, okay, right. That's good."
"Like I said, at least he knows you exist." Banner's gaze drifted up the stairs.
Sterling felt just a bit of sympathy for the kid. Daddy issues he got.
"Hey, kid, don't worry about the daddy issues," Sterling said. Banner shifted his attention back to him. "Mine didn't give a fuck about me either. And you know what? I turned out just fine."
Aubrey choked on a laugh.
Sterling swatted him on the back of the head.
"Ow," Aubrey said.
"Don't listen to the little shit. I'm just fine. Didn't need daddy one bit."
"Is that why you're fucking your son? Because your dad wasn't around?"
Jesus Christ, did this kid not have a filter?
Aubrey shifted on his feet.
Sterling glared at Banner. "Okay, first off, I'm not doing any of this because my asshole of a father wasn't there for me. Don't psychoanalyze me, you little twerp."
"I'm just wondering if I'll do the same thing when I have my own kid." He held out the waters to them. Fucking kid had one hell of a poker face; damn thing revealed nothing.
"Jesus Christ," Sterling muttered. He snatched the glass and gulped it down, drops of water running down his chin.
Aubrey sipped his.
"You're something else, you know that?" Sterling said as he handed the empty glass back to him.
Banner took it with another shrug. "So, you want to stay for dinner?"
Well, this was weird. Aubrey had known Banner for a couple of years, but he didn't know him that well.
"Uh..." Aubrey said.
"We have to get going," his dad answered. "But thanks."
"Okay," Banner said. "See you Monday."
Aubrey nodded as he handed back his glass.
"Sure, thanks for the water."
"No problem." He shifted his gaze between Aubrey and his dad. "I've never had sex, or a blow job, but I'd think I'd be pretty thirty afterwards too."
"For the love of fucking god," his dad murmured. "We need to get going." His dad looked at Banner. "And I'm not sure if you need help or you're just the only fucking smart person in the world."
"A bit of both I think," Banner said.
"Let's go, kid," his dad said as he walked down the plain gray hallway. "And you need to stop watching porn at your friend's houses. It gives them the wrong idea," he said over his shoulder.
Aubrey sighed. "How freaking great."
Banner stepped forward. "I don't buy the whole porn thing."
"I know that and so does he."
Banner shrugged. "It's fine."
Aubrey nodded. "Right. Okay, well, I got to get going."
Banner watched him until Aubrey walked through the glass double doors.
His dad was standing by his truck.
"I'm taking my car. You can follow me back to mom's."
"You can ride with me," his dad said.
"I have school tomorrow, I need my car now." Aubrey opened the driver's side door.
"We'll get it later."
"No," Aubrey said simply as he got in his car.
"Aren't kids supposed to listen to their parents?" his dad said. "Isn't that the shit you're taught at church?"
Aubrey snorted. "I'm your son, like I listen to that garbage." He smirked at his dad as he shut the car door.
Sterling followed his boy back to Allyson's house.
His heart was still pounding around in his chest and his skin was drawn tight.
What had he been thinking?
He hadn't. He'd been horny and pissed; bad combination.
Shit, when that door had opened, and he’d seen Banner standing there, his body had gone cold.
All he’d wanted was to rewind time and tell his stupid ass to stay the fuck away.
Goddammit. He couldn’t regret being the first one to taste his son’s cock. He couldn’t regret the look of pure fucking esctasy on Aubrey’s face as he’d came.
He’d done that. Pride, mixed with disgust at himself, mingled in his gut.
Goddamn, his selfish ass wanted Aubrey.
What a fuck up you are.
Yeah, he was. But at this goddamn moment, he didn’t give a fuckin’ rat’s ass.
Allyson's small house came into view. Her car wasn't there. Thank fuck for small miracles. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her tonight.
Aubrey pulled into the driveway and Sterling parked along the side of the road.
"You're coming with me back to my house," he said as soon as he got out of his truck. Because, Jesus fucking Christ, he had a bone deep need to have his son close.
Aubrey just scoffed. "Okay." He walked to the front door.
"Goddammit, kid," Sterling growled. "Why don't you listen?"
"Because you're being a lunatic again," Aubrey said as he unlocked the door.
"I'm not being a lunatic. Just where do you get these shit ideas?" He followed Aubrey into the house.
The entryway was short and tiny, with just a small table against the left wall. Aubrey tossed his keys in the blue ceramic bowl on the table.
“You already staked your claim at Banner's house, now you're following me into Mom's." He turned around so fast, he bumped into Sterling's chest. "Are you going to stake your claim here too," he breathed.
A spark of heat shot from his balls down to his fucking toes. He grabbed Aubrey's hips."I'm not suicidal."
He stared into Aubrey's blue eyes. They always made him feel like he was floating or some cheesy shit like that. Ever since his boy had been a baby, those eyes could make everything else fall away with just a glance.
Aubrey slid his hands across Sterling's stomach and around to his back. He kept him pinned with those eyes of his. "And what would make you suicidal about touching me?"
"Your mom would kill me."
Aubrey focused on Sterling's lips. "She'd have to find out first," he breathed.
"And she would," Sterling murmured. "We're in her house."
"She's not home."
"She will be."
"You can touch me anytime you want," Aubrey whispered as he inched his pink lips closer to his mouth.
"You want me to get thrown in jail, don't you?" Sterling said softly.
"I'd break you out, like Prison Break."
Sterling chuckled. "You'd get the blueprint of the entire prison tattooed on you?"
Aubrey nudged his nose against Sterling’s. "If I had to." His boy tightened his arms around his waist. "I'd do whatever needed to be done to make sure you were free." He slowly raised up to the tips of his toes. Leaning forward, he gently kissed Sterling. "To make sure you stay mine," he muttered against his mouth.
"You'd forget about me," Sterling said. He didn't pull away.
"You'd meet someone your own age."
"I wish you'd stop saying that," Aubrey said. He lowered back to his feet and stepped out of Sterling's embrace. "Why do you keep saying that?" He scrunched his nose.
Sterling rubbed his face roughly with his hands. "Because you should."
Aubrey sighed. "I thought we'd moved past this."
"We have...and we haven't." Sterling cupped his boy's face. "I love you, more than anyone in the fucking universe, and you are mine. But...I can't help but think this isn't right."
"Everyone. Me. My fucking conscience."
"Then ignore it." Aubrey smirked. "I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time you've done that."
Sterling laughed. "You know me too well." He kissed his boy's forehead.
Just then they heard a car pull up in the driveway.
"Mom's here," Aubrey said quietly, but he didn't step back.
"Yeah." Sterling slowly dropped his hands and took a step away, to the side of the front door.
"I don't want you to go. I’ll come with you.” Aubrey said.
He did want his son to come back to his house with him, but he forced out, “No.”
Footsteps sounded on the porch, then the front door was opening. "Sterling! I thought I recognized that truck. What are you doing here?" Allyson asked as she walked in.
"Just leaving," he said as he escaped through the open door.
"What?" Allyson sounded confused.
"I'll be right back." Sterling heard his boy say. They walked side by side down the stairs and across the lawn.
"When will I see you again, Dad?" Aubrey asked when they stopped by the driver side of his truck.
"This weekend, just like always."
"I want to see you sooner."
Sterling pulled his keys from his pocket. "I'd like to see you too," he said barely loud enough for his boy to hear. Goddamn, he wanted to pull his son into his arms and never. Fucking. Let. Go. He wanted to drag him back to his place and lick and suck that six inch cock until Aubrey came all over his face and tongue.
Christ, his dick was so hard.
"Then we'll see each other sooner." Aubrey wrapped his arms around Sterling's waist and hugged him.
"Soon." Sterling squeezed him once then kissed his head.
"Thanks for tonight," Aubrey whispered into his shirt.
Sterling’s heart fucking fluttered at the quietly spoken words. Jesus, why wasn’t he bringing his kid back to his place?
Because you need to have some fucking self-control.
He pulled back and opened the door to his truck. "Hey, you know how we were talking about tattoos?" He quickly changed topics.
Aubrey blinked, then nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, you know I've always wanted one." He shrugged. "I think it's time I got one." He gave Aubrey a half smile. "What do you think about coming with me?"
Aubrey grinned. "You bet your ass I'm coming."
"You gonna get one?"
Aubrey shrugged. "Haven't really thought about it."
"Your mom would freak the fuck out."
"She doesn't have to know." His boy leaned forward, his cheek brushing against Sterling's. "She doesn't see me naked after all.”
He felt a fucking shiver run down his spine. Christ.
Aubrey kissed his cheek before he pulled back. "I love you."
"I love you too." Then he got in the truck.