He was kissing his dad.
Should it feel weird, wrong and should he be grossed out?
Yes, yes, and yes.
But he wasn't.
They stood there, not moving, just lips on lips.
And it still felt like a shot of adrenaline was injected into his veins.
He was excited.
Horny as hell.
A little confused.
And all he wanted was more.
He moved his lips. Holy shit.
His dad groaned. Aubrey dug his fingers into his back and pulled his dad's body even closer to his own.
"Aubrey," his dad said against his lips. "We need to stop."
Aubrey was breathing heavily and his cock was straining against his shorts. "Do you want to stop?"
Their eyes were closed, their mouths touching and their bodies pressed tightly against each other.
"No." Then his dad kissed him again.
Aubrey moaned as he clung harder to his dad's back. His dad's hands slid up his sides, over his chest and to his neck. He lightly gripped Aubrey on either side of his throat, his thumbs tipping his chin back.
Aubrey opened his mouth. He'd never wanted a taste of someone like he wanted a taste of his dad. He pushed his tongue pass his dad's lips and searched his mouth for what he wanted. When the tip of his tongue touched his dad's, they both groaned. Loud.
His dad lost whatever stupid control he'd been holding onto. Aubrey may have started the kiss. But his dad owned it now. He tilted Aubrey's head back and plundered his mouth. He was helpless to stop the onslaught of his dad's tongue licking away at every part of his mouth.
He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want control. He wanted to give himself over completely to him.
His dad licked the roof of his mouth, the inside of his cheeks, behind his teeth, and over his tongue. Aubrey moaned over and over again. His cock ached for release and his ass clenched. When his dad retreated for a second, Aubrey darted his tongue into his mouth.
They both groaned.
Aubrey tangled his tongue around his dad's, twisting and spinning, like they were trying to become one. It was hot as hell and Aubrey couldn't get enough.
He jerked his hips forward.
He whimpered. The friction on his hard cock was torture and yet not enough. He rubbed up and down against his dad's leg. There. Right freaking there.
His dad tore his mouth away. "Aubrey, we need to stop," he panted.
"No," Aubrey moaned. His eyes were still closed and he was lost in the sensation of his cock running up and down that hard thigh. He dropped his head back and his mouth fell open. "Oh god."
"Aubrey," his dad sounded pained.
He ignored him. He bucked faster, harder. His release was nearly there.
His balls pulled tight against his body, his mouth opened wider. His body tingled, fire shot from his head to his toes. "Oh Dad." He stilled. His whole body arched. He felt his dad's fingers dig painfully into his neck. Cum shot from his cock, wetting his underwear and pants. Aubrey couldn't even make a sound. He couldn't even move. The orgasm froze him in overwhelming pleasure and red hot heat.
He. Was. Going. To. Die.
How hot could your own kid look? Goddamn, those plump lips parted, those gorgeous eyes squeezed shut, that tiny body strung taut — It was the fucking sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Thank Christ there wasn't a hell, cause he'd have burned for this. Watching his boy orgasm...on his own fucking leg. Jesus Christ. That shouldn't have been so arousing.
Aubrey stilled, pure fucking ecstasy all over his face. Sterling felt the damp warmth seep through his son's shorts onto his own. He groaned; because goddamn.
Sterling's dick was hurting. He needed to come. He wanted to come. Christ, he wanted to come with his boy.
Aubrey slumped in his arms. He was completely boneless after that orgasm.
Sterling hugged him to his chest, cradling his head against his shoulder. He carded his fingers through his son’s soft hair and breathed him in. He smelled like sweat, sex, and Aubrey.
He smelled perfect.
Sterling didn't know where they would go from here; he didn't know what any of this meant, but one thing he did know?
Aubrey was fucking his.
Later that night they laid in bed. Sterling was on his back, and Aubrey was curled against his side, with his head on Sterling's chest.
The position was familiar, the new intimacy wasn't. Sterling felt like he was walking in a dream, or nightmare, depending on who you asked.
Did he really make out with his sixteen year old son a few hours ago?
Part of him — the goddamn logical part with some fucking human morals — thought he should jump in front of a car to kill his perverted self. The other part — the obviously fucked up and not logical part — wanted to keep his boy just like this forfuckingever.
You nasty bastard.
"I love you, you know," Aubrey said. He rubbed his cheek against Sterling's bare chest. And goddammit he felt it in his still—fucking—hard cock.
Because he hadn't come. He'd wanted to — Jesus Christ had he wanted to. But he'd held off. Refusing to take that fucking step — fucking leap — into territory there was no coming back from.
"I love you too, kid." He tightened his arm around his boy's back and Aubrey wiggled against his side.
Damn. Sterling could feel his son's whole body plastered against him. And his dick. His sixteen year old dick that was perpetually hard.
"What are we going to do now?" Aubrey whispered.
"Keep you." It was the first thing that came to his mind.
Aubrey laughed. "I think that goes without saying." He lifted his head and looked at Sterling, his chin resting on his pec. "I'm your son. I'll always be in your life."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you'll always want to be with me." He shrugged. "I hated being with my parents at your age."
"That's because you didn't have a dad like mine."
Sterling grinned. "I definitely didn't have a dad like yours." And fuck if the thought of the kind of dad he was didn't make him hard. Christ, he was fucked up.
It was like Aubrey knew exactly where his mind had gone. A slow smile spread across his face. "You mean you didn't make out with your dad?"
Sterling groaned and laughed. "That just sounds so fucking wrong."
Aubrey laughed quietly. "Yeah, it does." He traced patterns on Sterling's collarbone, his gaze lowered. "But not wrong for us," he whispered.
Sterling swallowed. Wrong was such a common word. He'd probably used it every day in some way; but never like this. It'd never held the weight it held now.
Aubrey lifted his eyes and looked at him. "Could wrong be right?"
Sterling gripped his boy's shoulder and tightened his hold on him. "I don't know, kid," he said quietly. "Everyone says no, not in this."
"Since when do you care what others think?"
"Since I checked out my son's dick."
"You checked out my dick?"
Sterling closed his eyes. Damn, that sounded even worse out loud. He rolled away from his boy and scooted to the other side of the bed. He hated how his skin felt cold without the heat from his son's body.
"Dad?" He heard Aubrey sit up. "You know I don't care about that right?"
He gritted his teeth. "You should. You really fucking should."
"I don't think bad of you. I never could."
He threw the sheet off his legs and shot to his feet. "And that just makes me sound like more of a goddamn monster!"
He spun around. His boy was staring at him with those fucking light eyes — eyes that didn't even look real at times. And that fucking light brown hair, with the natural fucking gold highlights. It was sticking up all over the place, and all Sterling could think was how beautiful his boy was. Like some goddamn model.
”You're not a monster," he stated firmly.
Sterling laughed humorlessly. "That's great, kid. Now I'm a goddamn brainwashin’ monster."
Aubrey drew his brows together. "Stop saying that."
He threw his arms out to his sides. "Stop saying what?" His voice raised. "The truth?!"
Aubrey leapt from the bed, his naked chest heaving. And those goddamn boxer briefs hiding nothing. "You make it sound like I'm a kid who doesn't know what he wants," he said. His son was pissed.
"Because you are a kid." Sterling glared at him. "A fucking sixteen year old boy who got off on his fucking thirty-four year old father's leg."
"Yes!" he shouted. "I fucking did!" He stomped over to the side of the bed Sterling was standing on. "And you know what?" He stopped an inch from Sterling. "I fucking loved every. Damn. Second. Of. It."
Sterling growled. "You're a goddamn crazy son of a bitch." Then he grabbed Aubrey's face and crashed his lips against his.
They groaned together. Aubrey clawed his nails down Sterling's back.
He grabbed his boy's ass and smashed it against his perverted as fuck dick.
Their mouths opened at the same time, their tongues twisted together.
Wet. Hot. Fucking boiling heat exploded between them.
Sterling kneaded his boy's ass, digging his fingers in roughly.
Aubrey only moaned and rubbed his cock against Sterling's thigh. Sterling grunted as his boy scratched those fucking nails across his back and to his ribs. Motherfucker, that shouldn't feel so good.
Aubrey tore his mouth from his. "Make me come," he panted.
"Jesus." Sterling bent and gripped his boy's ass harder. He yanked him up and Aubrey immediately wound his legs around his waist. Christ.
Their mouths opened, their tongues came out and met sloppily. No lips sealed together. No kissing. Just tongues fucking licking. It was frantic. It was dirty. It was hot.
Sterling stumbled to the wall by the bathroom door. Aubrey grunted as his back banged against it. Their tongues didn't break their wet connection for one second. They were making out with each other with nothing but those goddamn tongues.
Shit, Sterling had never done something this hot. No woman had ever wanted something so dirty.
Aubrey ground his dick against Sterling's. Jesus Christ. His boy was mashed between the hard wall and his hard body. They were so close. Not even air could slip between them. Sweat coated their chests, making the humping slippery. Aubrey closed his lips around Sterling's tongue and sucked.
Sterling felt his last little bit of control snap. He banged his hips forward, their hard dicks bumping. It hurt, but it was the best kind of pain.
They grunted and groaned and moaned. Their bodies slapped together; slick and hard. Their underwear were damp.
"Dad," Aubrey groaned into his mouth.
Sterling stabbed his tongue into his boy's mouth. Goddammit, he almost shoved it down his son's throat.
Aubrey bounced up and down, his back sliding along the wall and his chest rubbing against Sterling's.
Sterling met him thrust for thrust, their cocks rubbing against each other's and Sterling had never thought it's feel so goddamn perfect to touch another dick.
His kid's dick.
Aubrey threw his head back. It banged loudly against the wall. "Jesus," he moaned. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, and his throat exposed.
Sterling moved one hand from his boy's back to the wall next to his head. He pressed his face against that pale throat and inhaled. Jesus fucking Christ. That smell nearly made his cock explode. The smell of his boy.
Aubrey whimpered. Sterling stuck his tongue out and licked up the side of his son's neck. Slowly.
Aubrey moaned deep and loud; the sound drawn out long. He stilled. His body arched, pressing firmly against Sterling's chest. Aubrey's mouth dropped open even wider as he came. Sterling pushed against his boy's body even harder. He felt his son's pulsing dick rub against his.
Sterling grunted. He gripped his son's head between his hands; slipping his tongue into that wide open mouth over and over again. He licked his boy's tongue, his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Aubrey panted and whimpered, unable to move his head or body. He was Sterling's prisoner and, goddamn, if that didn't make Sterling's cock thicken to the point of real pain. He groaned deeply into his boy's mouth...then he was coming.
Shit. He wasn't supposed to cross that line.
Holy shit. Aubrey's body was bursting into flames. He had never felt this way; this consumed with lust and overwhelmed with love.
It was an intense mix of emotions.
His cock erupted with shot after shot of cum. It was so much. He felt the wet warmth fill his underwear and it just wouldn't stop. Damn.
His dad's tongue was in his open mouth, licking and stabbing, sending fiery bursts of electricity through his veins. He was held captive in his hands, unable to move any part of himself. And he didn't want to. He wanted to stay like this, at the mercy of his dad.
He felt his dad shudder and heard him groan. The thick cock next to his own pulsed and Aubrey knew his dad was coming too.
They were coming together and it only made his orgasm hotter. His balls ached and his body was taut.
They slumped against the wall, panting. The hazy fog of pleasure slowly faded from Aubrey's brain.
"I'm sorry, kid," his dad's voice broke through the afterglow.
He blinked. "Huh?"
As his dad's face came into focus it looked pained. "Dad?"
He was still holding him, their bodies smashed together, their underwear wet and their chests sweaty.
"I...shouldn't have done that," his dad said quietly. He carefully lowered Aubrey's legs, steadying him as he wobbled on his feet.
"What are you talking about?" He asked as his dad backed away, his face lowered.
"This." He waved his hands between them. "I shouldn't have —" he growled. He dug his fingers into his hair. "This is some fucked up shit." He spun around and paced to the other side of the room. "Goddammit, Aubrey, I'm your fucking father!"
Aubrey scrunched his nose. "And your point is?" He leaned against the wall. He still felt light headed after that freaking mind blowing orgasm.
"I can't believe you're gonna act so naïve," he stalked past him and into the bathroom.
Aubrey pushed himself off the wall. His dad slammed the door in his face. What the hell?
"Dad?" He knocked on the door. "Dad? What the hell? Your tongue was just down my throat and we freaking came together like little horny twelve year olds."
He heard his dad groan, but this groan wasn't like the other ones. This one sounded anguished.
"I don't regret it," Aubrey said.
It was quiet for a few seconds, then, "Well, you should. Because I do."
Sterling didn't mean it, but it was what he was supposed to be feeling; regret. He wasn't supposed to love the taste of his own son. He wasn't supposed to cum by just humping his kid's dick. Goddamn, he was sick. Because he wanted to do it again. He wanted to hold his boy close and kiss him and touch him everywhere. He wanted his boy to be his and only his.
"I don't believe you," Aubrey said firmly through the door.
Of course his son didn't believe him. He wouldn't believe himself either. He'd just said, an hour ago, that this was wrong then he'd practically jumped his son.
Jesus Christ, the way they'd made out. He groaned just thinking about it. How the fuck did his boy know how to kiss like that? And how the fuck could a thirty-four year old man want a sixteen year old boy?
No, not just any boy. His boy.
"Don't tell me this is wrong," Aubrey said. "Don't tell me what I feel for you is wrong."
"You're confused because I'm your fucking father."
"No, that's exactly why I'm not confused," he said. "Because I've always loved you. This is just an extension of our love."
Sterling threw the door open. "You see how sick that is? What you're saying is goddamn crazy!"
Aubrey glared. "Are you saying that you're disgusted with me? Are you saying that what we've shared is disgusting? That you regret it?"
"I'm saying it was wrong." Sterling pulled his hair. "It can't happen again! It can't!" He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince more, himself or Aubrey.
"You already said that and clearly that's not what you really want."
Sterling growled. "What I want doesn't matter. I'm a sick fuck that has zero self-control."
Aubrey stepped forward, his chest banging into Sterling's. "What did I say about calling yourself that?" he said quietly, but firmly.
Sterling stared down into his boy's angry eyes. He didn't know what was happening to him, he didn't understand why he was consumed with the overwhelming urge to claim his boy and never let him go. These weren't fatherly feelings.
"Don't push me away," Aubrey whispered. "Don't lie to me and yourself." He lifted his hands and gently ran them up Sterling's arms. "Don't pretend something isn't happening between us." Sterling shivered as his son’s hands slid up his neck and into his hair. "Don't ignore this." He inched closer.
Sterling dropped his gaze to those plump lips that were only a few inches away.
"Whatever this is, I can't ignore it, I won't ignore it. This is something life changing,” Aubrey said as he leaned even closer.
Slowly, carefully, each piece of their flesh lined up perfectly. Chest, stomach, legs. Goosebumps erupted on both of them, moans escaped their throats. Electricity buzzed between them. It was like a ticking time bomb, destined to go off whether you wanted it to or not.
When did they become like this? How did they suddenly transfer from the healthy dad/son relationship to...this?
"Stop thinking," Aubrey muttered against his mouth. "Just feel, Dad." He curled his fingers into Sterling's hair, scratching his scalp. "Just let me love you."
"Aubrey," Sterling groaned. He felt like he was losing his goddamn mind.
"It's okay," his boy breathed across his mouth. "I want this, want you."
A shrill ringing blasted in the air.
"Shit." Sterling leapt back.
Aubrey jumped too. "It's just my phone."
It was like a fucking splash of ice water on Sterling.
The fuck is wrong with him?
He practically ran out of the bedroom as he heard his boy on the phone. He dashed down the stairs and into the living room. He needed to think, to clear his head. He couldn't do that with his son here. Apparently Sterling had the self-control of a two year old.
"It was just mom," Aubrey said as he came down the stairs.
Just mom. Holy fucking shit. Allyson would freak the fuck out if she knew what Sterling had just done with their son. She'd make sure Sterling was locked up in the worse prison in the world. She'd never let Aubrey near him again. And that was more painful than having his balls cut from his body with a spoon. He couldn't let that happen. He needed his boy. His son was his whole life, the only reason he had to exist.
And he'd never realized that until now. What a fucking perfect time to realize how much someone meant to you.
"Hey, you don't have to look so freaked out," Aubrey said as he wound his arms around Sterling's waist. He leaned up, puckering his lips for a kiss.
Sterling shook his head and quickly backed out of his son's arms.
Aubrey scrunched his nose. "What's wrong?"
Sterling laughed humorlessly. "Are you fucking serious, kid?" He roughly scrubbed his face with his hands. "This whole thing is a goddamn mess."
"Are we still going on about that?"
Sterling glared at his boy. "Yes, we sure as hell are. This is a big fucking deal. I could go to jail, you could be fucked up for life, and our relationship would be shot all to hell. Which I can't have."
"No one will know. Just you and me," Aubrey said.
"That's not the point. I can't do this to you."
"You keep saying that like you're taking advantage of me."
"Because I am! I'm the adult here and you're the fucking child. I'm supposed to keep you safe not give you fucking orgasms!" he yelled.
"And what if the best way to look out for me is to be with me in this way?"
"Do you even hear yourself right now? You sound like a goddamn lunatic." Sterling thumped his chest. "And that's my fucking fault." His eyes burned. "All my fucking fault."
Aubrey's eyes softened. "No, Dad. Don't do that, don't take all the blame. You didn't do anything wrong." He moved closer, slowly. "I feel like this is what we've always been meant to do." He waved his hand between them. "You and me, together, like this. In the most intimate way possible." He swallowed. "I think I was born to be yours." He now stood directly in front of Sterling. His big blue eyes were shiny with unshed tears. "Let's not let go of a possibility of something great because of what society says."
Sterling felt a tear run down his cheek. He hastily wiped it away. "You sure you're only sixteen, kid?" He chuckled softly.
Aubrey smiled a little. He smoothed his hands over Sterling's ribs. "Stay with me?"
Sterling stared down into those fucking perfect eyes, gazing at him from that fucking perfect face. He couldn't deny him anything. "I'll never leave you, baby," he said quietly. He caressed his fingers through Aubrey's hair.
"Just hold me tonight?" He pressed his body against Sterling's, his arms wrapping completely around him. He rested his chin on Sterling's chest.
He cupped his boy's face. "Just holding." He kissed his forehead. "We need to stop the other stuff." He leaned his forehead against Aubrey's. "At least for now."
"For now." Aubrey agreed.
They ordered pizza and cuddled on the couch. It was their favorite thing to do, and they'd done it countless times, but everything felt new.
Sterling didn't understand it, but he didn't give a shit right now. His boy was in his arms, Rocky was playing on the TV and they were full of greasy pizza. Meat lovers to be exact. Allyson would shit herself if she knew how much pork Aubrey ate when he was at Sterling's house.
"Tiffany wanted to kiss me," Aubrey said.
Sterling jerked like he'd been slapped in the goddamn face. "And your point?"
Aubrey laughed against Sterling's chest. "I asked."
He crossed his ankles on the coffee table as he took a sip of his beer. "Why the fuck are you telling me this?" Because, goddamn, he felt like he was going to throttle a poor fifteen year old girl. Let's just add that to the growing list of reasons why Sterling Anderson needed to be thrown in prison.
Aubrey rolled to his back, his head landing in Sterling's lap.
He moved his right hand to his boy's chest, while his left hand gripped the beer bottle too tightly.
"I'm just keeping you informed on my love life." The little shit smirked. "You did tell me I could talk to you about anything."
He grumbled. "What the fuck ever, kid."
Aubrey laughed again. "Dad, c'mon, I didn't kiss her."
He shrugged. "I don't care what the hell you did. You're a horny sixteen year old, you're going to do all kinds of hormone driven shit." He stared hard at the TV.
"Really?" He could feel his son’s eyes on him. "You really don't care what I do with other people?"
Sterling glared at the TV. "Nope," he said, popping the p sound.
Aubrey shifted his head back and forth on Sterling's lap. Motherfucker. That was his dick his boy's head was rubbing, and the kid knew it. Sterling felt the hot spark of lust flare up in his groin. His cock thickened. He glanced down at his son and found him with a half smile on those fucking plump lips of his. Jesus Christ, why did they have be so goddamn full...and pink...and soft?
"I think you're lying," Aubrey said quietly.
Sterling's cock was getting harder and harder the longer he stared at his boy, and by the look on Aubrey's face, he knew it too.
"I feel your dick against my head, Dad." He smiled wider. "I can tell you're lying." He sat up, which brought his face right next to Sterling's. "I can tell you want me," he whispered.
Christ, those lips were right there at Sterling's mouth. So close, yet not close enough. Aubrey's warm breath floated over his lips; it made Sterling's balls ache and his dick throb.
"Admit it," Aubrey said as he stared into his eyes. "Admit you don't anyone to touch me."
Sterling shifted his feet and leaned his head against the couch back. "What if I'm the kinda guy who likes open relationships." He tried to keep his tone even, but he didn't quite manage it.
Aubrey's lips just curved upwards as he continued to gaze at him. Sterling found himself unable to look away from those blue eyes. "You forget I know you better than anyone else, Dad." He leaned even closer, his ass pressed against Sterling's thigh, his right arm across Sterling's body and his chest pressing against his chest. The contact was too much. Sterling felt shivers — goddamn shivers — course through his body.
"You would beat the shit out of anyone that touched me," Aubrey said softly, his face an inch from Sterling's.
He swallowed as he looked at his son. "I'm not that much of a caveman."
Aubrey slowly shook his head. "No, you're not." He put his mouth against his ear. "Not for anyone but me."
Jesus fucking Christ.
Aubrey's mouth moved from his ear to his neck, and Sterling groaned as his boy's lips puckered and kissed the side of his throat.
"Aubrey," he rasped.
His boy's lips moved to his Adam's apple and kissed it. Then he opened his mouth and softly sucked.
Sterling's whole body ignited in flames at that one gentle touch. It was fucking hot, and he’d never been so turned on in his life.
Holy fucking shit, his son could turn him inside out in the span of one second.
"Aubrey, baby, we were going to..." he moaned as his boy's tongue licked — like a fucking cat lapping up milk — across his Adam's apple. "Stop," he panted. "We were supposed to stop." His dick literally slapped him for trying to stop his boy. He was so motherfuckin' horny he could hardly think straight.
"I know," Aubrey breathed against his throat. He lifted his head. Sterling blinked as his son's face came into focus. "I just can't seem to keep my hands off you."
Sterling exhaled slowly. "Yeah, that's because you're sixteen.” He tried to laugh but it came out as more of a groan.
"I don't think it is." He leaned his forehead against Sterling's. "I had no problem keeping my hands to myself around all the hot girls at school."
Sterling growled. Shit. Where the HELL had that come from?
Aubrey smiled, his forehead rolling gently on Sterling's. "I told you. Caveman."
Sterling chuckled. "Whatever, kid."
Aubrey lifted his head just enough so he could meet Sterling's gaze. "You don't have to worry. I don't want anyone but you."
Sterling wound his arms around his boy's lower back. "And that's what worries me."
Aubrey scrunched his nose. "Why?"
Sterling kissed that scrunched nose, making Aubrey smile. "You're a teenager, you should like girls or guys your own age."
Aubrey swung his arms around Sterling's neck. "Really? And where did you hear that?"
He chuckled. "It's common knowledge."
"Well it must be wrong because no one makes my cock hard and my heart beat like you do."
Sterling swallowed, his smile falling from his face. "I don't think that's healthy," he whispered.
"And what is healthy?" Aubrey's fingers gently ran up and down the back of Sterling's neck. "For me to sleep with someone my own age? For me to fall in love with a person I don't really know? Get my heart broken?" He dragged his fingers through the hair on the back of Sterling's head. "Or to love my own flesh and blood? A person I know would never hurt me?"
Sterling swallowed hard. "I could hurt you," he whispered. "I wouldn't mean to, but I could."
Aubrey rubbed his nose along Sterling's. "No," he whispered. "I don't think you could."
Sterling's eyes fell shut, overwhelming emotion nearly choking him. He felt love, which he'd always felt for his son, but this love was now different. It felt stronger. It felt manic. And it felt right and wrong at the same time. It wasn't a love a father had for his son.
"I thought we were taking things slow?" he breathed.
Aubrey laid his lips on Sterling's cheek. "We are," he said into his skin.
Sterling fucking shuddered at that soft breath of air ghosting over his face. "It doesn't feel like it." He opened his eyes. "We're supposed to stop the physical stuff for a while." He shifted his gaze down to his son's lap. He was wearing pale blue chino shorts and a striped t-shirt. He could see the outline of Aubrey’s cock and it made him hot. His boy was hard. Motherfucker, he wanted to see his kid's dick.
You fucking pervert.
"We did stop for a while," Aubrey said. His mouth caressed across Sterling's cheek, up his nose, along his forehead and back down his other cheek.
Sterling's heart beat so hard he felt it all the way down to his fucking toes. His chest heaved and his stomach muscles tightened. "A few hours isn't a while," he croaked.
Suddenly, Aubrey pulled back. Sterling blinked as his boy scooted to the other side of the couch.
"You're right," Aubrey said, turning his attention to the TV. "We agreed we'd stop." He looked at Sterling and smiled. "So, we'll stop."
Sterling felt like he'd been doused with fucking ice cold water. His brain was slow to catch up to this sudden shift. His cock was pulsing — yes, fucking pulsing — at the loss of his boy. It had been primed for another release, a promise of his boy's body meshed with his own. Now...he was alone...sitting on the fucking couch with his boy...but not touching.
Pulling away had been the hardest thing Aubrey'd had to do. Some crazy, insane place inside him had awakened, and now all he wanted was his dad. All he wanted was to kiss, touch, and feel. It was weird — when he stopped for more than two seconds to think about it — but he wasn't going to deny that it felt right. He couldn't explain it and he didn't even want to try.
But he respected his dad, and his dad needed space. It was the last thing him and his cock wanted, but Aubrey wasn't going to force this on his dad. If he wanted it — and Aubrey knew he did — he would have to initiate the next move.
He slanted his eyes at his dad. His brows were furrowed and those sexy eyes— dark brown with the smidgen of blue in the corner— were focused on the TV. Aubrey's gaze slowly traveled lower; the scruff covering his cheeks, jaw and around those pale red lips. Lips that weren't thin or full, but were somewhere in between, and were freaking perfect. And — he groaned quietly — felt like the second coming of Christ when they kissed him.
He lowered his gaze even more, down the scruffy neck that he had just licked and sucked; down his dad's chest hugged by the v-neck navy t-shirt that was too small. Damn, his dad had gorgeous muscles.
He'd laid on them nearly every night since he was a baby. How had he never popped wood before now? How had he laid his own head on all that hard muscle and never realized how hot it was? How hot his dad was?
He grazed his eyes across that stomach, that he knew had a six pack, and down to his crotch. Damn. He wanted just glimpse of his dad's cock. He imagined it'd be big, just like the rest of him. Right now it was hard. He could see it outlined perfectly in those navy and white striped shorts.
Aubrey had never thought about another dick. He'd never wanted to see one — never even been curious— and he'd definitely never wanted to touch one.
Now it was all he could think about.
He needed to look away or he was going to jump his dad again. But he couldn't do that. His dad was doubting what this was between them and was feeling guilty. Aubrey hated that he felt that way, and he didn't want to add to it. His dad needed to come to him now; he needed to want this without anything holding him back. Just like Aubrey did.
But damn. How long would that take?