Natural Developments
With a groan, Peter got up before his eyes even managed to blink away all the sleep. He got his bearings, his body somewhat exhausted, yet oddly relaxed at the same time. Immediately, his head turned to the side and checked if dad was still in bed. He was. And awake too.
"G'mornin', sonny." Henry said with a sleep-laced voice.
"Hey, pops." Peter replied, yawning.
"Ya sleep well?"
"I think so? I can barely remember gettin' to bed, to be honest with ya." Peter scratched his head.
"Oh, I remember well enough for the both of us, I reckon." Henry chuckled, patting Peter's bottom a bit.
Oh. That's right. Now Peter could remember. A faint smile appeared on his face as he reminisced on the day before. After so long, his backdoor finally had seen use again. He had missed it so much.
"Yea? Then how 'bout ya remind me a bit?" Peter raised an eyebrow, moving swiftly to straddle his dad's lap.
"Whoa there, slow down! Yer old man's not properly awake yet!" Henry laughed as he gripped Peter's hips, forcing him to a standstill.
"Awww... not even a little bit?" Peter pronounced his bottom lip as he gave his best puppy eyes.
"Nope! This ain't gonna work on me now, son. I fear my tank's still empty from the days before. I'm sure we can do it sometime later though. If yer still up for it then, that is."
"Fine. But yer lettin' me cook ya breakfast for this." Peter declared as he dismounted his dad's groin.
"I reckon it's a bit too late for breakfast. We've been lazin' around in bed for a long while there, Pete." Henry looked out of the window.
Peter's gaze followed his dad's. The sun was indeed already on its way down. A part of him was happy that they managed to get some quality sleep, but another part was rather frustrated at the precious free time spent in bed, unconscious.
"Guess I'll make lunch then. Ya can feel free to stay in bed. I'll call ya when food's ready." Peter swung his legs out of bed.
He stood up onto his feet; they touched the chilly floor below. Without waiting for a response, he already started walking for the bathroom, picking up a few clothes from the wardrobe on the way. A few times he looked behind himself, only to find Henry appreciatively watching him. A soft, warm smile playing on his lips. So gorgeous.
If he didn't hurry, that look would soon starve to death, though. So he mentally kicked himself in the ass and got moving. A quick wash and he was ready for the kitchen. As he wanted to spend as much time with his dad as possible that day, he decided for some simpler dishes. Fried rice and an omelet. Not the most filling, but sufficient.
While he was getting the food ready, two strong hands crossed over his chest as thick arms snaked their way through the gap between his own arms and body. It felt like Deja Vu.
"Pops! Don't scare a man like that!" Peter protested jokingly.
"Hey, I just wanted my boy to have some moral support. Everythin' okay, hun? Need help with anythin'?"
"Nah. And besides, I thought ya'd be in bed! I said I'd call ya." Peter grumbled a bit, but continued focusing on the food.
"Yea, yea, I know, I know. But I can't relax properly knowin' my son is bustin' his arse tryin' to make me lunch." Henry shrugged as he disentangled himself from Peter.
The younger man gathered up a pair of plates and slowly started piling the cooking up onto them.
"I ain't bustin' nothin'. Ya give me too much credit, pops. But even if I were, if it's for ya, it's all worth it.' Peter said as he brought the food over to the table.
Henry was already sitting on his designated chair, shooting a soft look his son's way. He shifted a bit - sitting up straight.
"I know ya think it's worth it to put me first. But I wouldn't want that. I need my son to be big and strong and ready to face the world." Henry chuckled.
"I already am all of those! And more!" Peter puffed out his chest with mock pride.
"But not too strong to not get help from his pops. After all, what else am I for?"
Peter's face softened. He walked over to dad's chair and put his arms around Henry's neck, pressing a chaste kiss against father's hair.
"I'll never be too old for my pops. Whether for gettin' help or for lovin'." the younger man said as he nuzzled into the black strands.
"Yup, both of those are my job. Even if ya forget the first part a bit too often." Henry chuckled.
"And ya forget both! Ain't much better on that front, are ya pops?"
"Hey, I'm the pa, not the sonny."
"True. If I were yar pa, ya would be spoiled rotten." Peter said.
"Nah, I think ya'd be a great pa, Pete. One day, maybe." Henry shot him a sad smile.
"Maybe..." Peter dismissed the idea with a shrug.
They stood there for a bit, Peter above his dad, in an embrace. Henry broke the silence.
"Go eat, son. Ya need to be strong for the day." Henry said with a tap to Peter's hand.
Peter obeyed almost instantly, getting the food for himself and plopping his generous behind on the chair right across his father.
"Ya want to do anythin' today, pops?" Peter asked before he took his first bite.
"Like what?"
"Like a walk, maybe? Or a movie? I know ya like those old-fashioned ones." Peter smiled,
"A walk sounds nice. Never been too keen on passin' on those, ya know me. I take it ya'll be goin' too?"
"Well, yea. Ya expect me to not make sure yer all well? It's good to have a mate with ya."
"Oh, we can mate, aight." Peter smiled.
"Yea yea, get yar head outta the gutter, aight?" Henry shook his head.
"Only if ya get yar head in my gutter instead." Peter chuckled.
"That's it. Go eat yar food, would ya? Or we ain't ever gonna leave the house." Henry sighed.
"I hear ya, I hear ya. The sooner we get out, the sooner we can come back and go back the bed, right? Not for sleepin' 'f course." Peter blew his dad a kiss and started digging in properly.
Henry didn't deign this statement with an answer of his own, opting instead to eat in a pleasant silence, savoring his son's cooking. But silence never lasted long in their household.
"Do ya like it?" Peter asked after finishing half his plate.
"Ya have to ask that? Don'tcha see that there ain't anythin' left on the plate, boy? Yar cookin' is great as usual, don't worry." Henry said, scraping together the last bits of food left on the plate.
"I put in a bit too much pepper this time. I need to watch myself with the spices." Peter shrugged.
"Nah, yer good. Can't taste anythin' off 'bout it."
"Thanks." Peter smiled.
The pace at which he ate quickened as he tried to match his dad. Soon enough, the silverware clattered on the empty plate as he moved to take both his and his dad's dishes, dumping them into the sink for now.
"Aight, wanna go then?" the younger one said with a short burp as he started to move to the front door.
"Yup, right behind ya." Henry responded with a belch of his own.
They laughed a bit at their own apparent lack of manners before reaching the shoe rack and starting to get ready for the great outdoors.
---
The autumn leaves crunched under their boots as the two hulking men walked through the forest. Many paths which they had taken were not mapped anywhere but in their minds, recorded from the many times they had explored every nook and cranny of these woods. The air was chilly as their body hair bristled - goosebumps forming on their skin, causing them to shiver excitedly.
Their breaths formed little clouds of barely visible steam. And those clouds were many. They talked and talked, like they used to every day, about things both important and trivial. They laughed, they shouted, they sighed. It was as if all the world's burdens disappeared when they were around each other. Peter looked in his dad's direction, only to be met with an identical gaze his way. Their brown eyes, both pairs like molten honey in the sun, reflected each other. The corners of Henry's mouth crinkled as he put his arm around Peter, pulling him into a side-hug as they walked.
Peter was not one to object when it came to being close to dad. Quite the opposite. He pressed himself into dad's side as they walked literally joined at the hips. Their conversation stilled, yet the quiet, peaceful atmosphere remained. Without a single goal, they simply wandered between the warm colors of autumnal nature, breathing in the cold air of their surroundings.
This idyllic mood was broken up as Henry spoke up again.
"Hold on a sec, I gotta take a leak." he declared as he detached himself from his son.
"Way to ruin the rizz, pops." Peter rolled his eyes, yet smiled.
"The what?" Henry shot him a confused glance.
"The rizz! Y'know... the charm? The charisma" Peter gesticulated with his hands in the air wildly.
"I... Is that one of 'em words ya young'uns have these days?" Henry raised an eyebrow.
"Yea. But don'tcha worry. I'll teach ya all 'bout 'em someday." Peter laughed.
"I'm not sure I want to know 'em."
With that, Henry turned around properly and walked to a nearby tree, looking around himself a few times just to check if the coast was clear. Then, with a decisive tug, he pulled his pants down, letting them pool around his ankles alongside his underwear. Peter had never really understood why dad insisted on pulling them down completely for just a piss, but there would be things that he'd simply never understand about his father. But oh boy if he wasn't thankful for the view.
Just as Henry positioned himself to do the deed, his ass flexed a bit as the two hairy mounds tensed together, before relaxing ever so slightly. It was an enticing sight, and one that Peter never could pass up on. But he felt a particularly mischievous mood creep up on him that day.
Paying heed to not make too much of a sound, he unzipped the front of his pants, freeing his own, semi-erect length from the confines of his clothes. Slowly shuffling forward, he got as close as he could without being noticed. Henry was whistling an off-tune melody as he marked the tree, oblivious to his son.
Without any warning, Peter pressed himself to his dad's body, pushing his dick between the thighs so lasciviously presented to him. With one swift motion his member was pressed in-between the hairy globes of flesh, brushing along the perineum, poking out ever so slightly from the thick walls.
"What are ya doin'!?" Henry shouted as he jumped from shock.
"Relax, pops. Ya ain't the only one who needs to take a leak." Peter laughed as he grabbed his dad by the shoulders.
With a groan of relief, he too released himself - hitting the same tree.
"Are ya outta yar mind? We're out in the open! What if someone sees us?" Henry whispered harshly.
"Like who? Nobody comes 'round these parts, so why worry? Plus, do ya think they'd ask two grown arse mountains of men like us what we're doin'? I don't think so. We could be fuckin' out in the open like this everyday and no one would be any the wiser." Peter chuckled as he nipped at his dad's neck.
"Ya don't know that! And stop cussin' like a sailor." Henry shook his head.
"C'mon now, pops. Lighten up a bit. I'll keep ya safe." Peter nearly purred into his dad's ear.
"Honestly, I don't understand what's goin' on in that smart head of yars sometimes." Henry sighed.
"Well, it's usually filled with ya. Sometimes literally." Peter laughed and bit a bit harder.
Henry yelped once more and pushed at the would-be vampire away from his neck. Their streams had long since petered out.
"Pete. This ain't funny anymore. Yer gonna get me bricked up. I don't wanna walk 'round with a stiff prick." Henry exhaled.
"Then don't. I'll help ya with it, how 'bout it?" Peter laughed as he let his hands snake up to Henry's chest.
"Pete... Pete, we're in the middle of the woods..." Henry half-moaned out.
"Yea, I know. Like we've been many times before when we did this, no? C'mon, pops, I gotcha. Ya ain't got anythin' to worry 'bout." Peter said as he pinched his dad's nipples a bit.
"Pete..." the rest of the sentence got caught in Henry's throat.
"How 'bout it, pops? Just tell me the way ya want it. Hm?" Peter's voice dropped to a near plea.
"Pete... Some days ya really push me to my limits, ya know that?" Henry grumbled.
"Yea, I know. But ya still love me."
Henry didn't even respond to that, simply grimaced as Peter's hands pinched his chest a bit too hard. But the hardened pole attached to his groin didn't lie. After a while, his resistance crumbled as he gave into his desires. He removed Peter's rather greedy fingers from his nipples and afterwards braced himself on the tree, bending forward slightly. His ass stuck out, cheeks slightly parting.
While Peter did incite this, he himself hadn't expected such a sight. Whenever he forgot about his dad's charms, his old man made sure to remind him. The little wrinkles of the pucker presented to him - delicious. Despite being left alone for weeks, it was already asking for attention.
"C'mon, son. The quicker we have it over with, the less chance someone finds us." Henry whispered, the tips of his ears reddening.
That seemed to break Peter out of his temporary stupor.
"Yea... are ya clean?" he asked as he spat into his hand.
Henry's cheeks reddened for a change as he nodded his head ever so slightly. Peter smiled at that, rubbing the spittle into his penis, coating it until it glistened in the outdoor light.
"It might be a bit difficult, m'kay? Relax for me, pops, just like ya always do. I promise I ain't gonna make it hurt." Peter whispered as he gave the two jiggling cheeks in front of him a few gentle slaps.
"Mhm." Henry mumbled.
With another glob of saliva, Peter coated his fingers and then proceeded to slowly insert them into his father. Two digits easily passed the barrier - even two weeks of inactivity didn't make it forget the feeling of being stretched. Henry hissed slightly as his ring of muscle yielded to the pressure.
"There there. I'll make sure ya'll be fine." Peter cooed.
The taut anus muscles quickly got used to the sensation, allowing Peter to add another digit in. Three fingers was a tight fit, especially when it came to the width of Peter's extremities, but soon enough, even they managed to move back and forth without too big of a difficulty.
Peter's cock was already glistening with precum, dribbling onto the forest ground. Henry wasn't in a much better state, his legs trembling ever so slightly as a similar puddle gathered beneath him, seeping into the soil.
"Would ya get on with it!?" Henry rasped out as his hips started pushing back.
A singular chuckle escaped Peter's throat as he removed his fingers, causing his dad to groan out and the enticing opening wink at him, desiring to be filled again.
"Don'tcha worry, here I go." Peter said as he positioned himself.
With little resistance, his member plunged into the velvety guts of Henry's, immediately enveloped by a warm, pulsating embrace. Peter moaned, yet Henry moaned louder as his nails dug into the bark he was holding onto.
"Pops... pops, I forgot how good ya feel." Peter gasped out as he nearly doubled over.
"Ya tell me, son... I remembered how good ya feel yesterday." Henry responded in kind.
A few thrusts was all it took for Peter to go fully red in the face, sweat beading on his forehead. No matter how many times they had done this, it still felt way too good - way too special. His hips couldn't help but slam forward at every opportunity, chasing not only the pleasure, but also the strong grip of the insides he was fucking into. Loud, wet slaps echoed through the space they were in, getting lost in the trees alongside their moans.
"Pops... I ain't gonna last long." Peter managed to struggle out of himself.
"Don't worry. I know. Pa knows. Just let it out. Let it all out for papa." Henry drawled.
Oh, that fox. He knew exactly what talk like this did to Peter. And as expected, the pace of the younger man's thrusts intensified. Jackhammering away, Peter's nails dug into his dad's flesh, leaving a few reddish marks on the hairy skin. Then, with little ceremony, his movements stilled as he grabbed the very same tree as his dad.
With quick, visible pulses, his balls emptied out as they were pressed closely to his body. His shaft pumped out rope after rope of hot jizz right into his dad's ass, so much so that some of it immediately started dripping out onto the fallen leaves.
"Good boy. Ya make yar pops really proud, sonny." Henry cooed with a shaky voice.
Peter groaned out at the teasing. Dad knew exactly how to push his buttons. But he wouldn't let himself be so easily beaten. He didn't pull out, but instead pulled his dad back. With a surprised gasp his father started falling into him as Peter used his own body to cushion both of their falls as he sat on the ground.
"Whoa there! Ya okay, son?" Henry asked, slightly concerned, but his voice was still laced with pleasure.
But his son was a bit too preoccupied with pleasuring his beloved daddy. Peter's hands slowly caressed their way all over Henry's body, squeezing and rubbing at every erogenous place imaginable. A pinch of the nipple here, then a light slap on the belly - all of these movements caused Henry's voice to ring out so sweetly.
Gently, he started rocking his softening cock inside of his dad, churning his own load. And it seemed like his plan worked as Henry's hand didn't resist for too long before diving into the bush on his crotch, rubbing feverishly at the pulsating rod so achingly poking out.
His mouth was left open as his hand moved up and down so fast, his palm went red. But judging by the slurred throes occasionally rumbling from his throat, he was definitely not complaining.
"Yea... Yea... C'mon, give it to yar pops! Yar pops really needed this, yea. Oh... Oh! Pete! Pete, it's comin'! Don't ya dare stop no- OH!" Henry rambled out of himself.
As the last exclamation left his mouth, he clenched his legs together and bounced his hips a few times on his son's lap as he felt his release shoot out straight onto the ground in front of him. Rope after rope of thick, manly cum painted the ground as his balls twitched in sync with the waves of pleasure washing over him. Peter simply held onto Henry, watching his dad lose himself in the moment.
"That's it, pops..." Peter encouraged, letting more of dad's weight fall onto him.
Henry seemed like he wanted to reply, but his words came out all scrambled and incoherent. Instead, his body spoke for him, squeezing the soft flesh left inside his guts, trying to milk it dry even if it was already spent. His hips twitched despite nothing more coming out of his low-hanging sack. After a few seconds, all the tension left his shoulder as he slumped backwards, causing Peter to lean back even more.
Not much happened for a good while, as the two heavyset men caught their breath and simply basked in each other's presence. The peaceful natural ambiance helped calm them down faster, as they turned their heads to face each other. Their looks softened and lips parted slightly as they dove in and kissed. Tongues met somewhere in the middle, their hands scratching at each other's skin and clothes.
Their make out session was rather uneventful and monotone, but they would have had it no other way. After a string of saliva was all that was left of their union, they reluctantly started getting their shit together.
Well, all that had to be done was really pull up their clothes properly. Peter's cum had mostly completely seeped out of his dad's hole, while Henry's spunk had almost fully absorbed into the soil.
They stood up - for the most part passable looking. Sure, the disheveled hair was a bit of a tell, but they were still a bit too out of it to care. The place of their affair was left as is as they walked away.
Both of them were silent afterwards, no words really needed, yet while Peter's face was adorned with a blissful smile, Henry's had long since fallen into a rather pensive state.
"Ya know, Pete, I've been thinkin'..." Henry broke the silence first.
"'Bout how awesome today was? Yea... same... Thanks, pops. I mean it. Not every pa would let their sonny stretch their hole out." Peter smiled cheekily, yet no falsehoods spilled from his lips.
"I... yea, I guess..." Henry responded, visibly deflating.
Peter wasn't really sure what was going on with his old man, but it was obviously getting the poor lad. It pained him to see dad like this, but he didn't really want to open a can of worms right here in the open. It could wait until they got home.
To both of their surprise, though, their trip home would be slightly delayed. Two giant arms curled around both of their necks as each of their heads pressed against a hardened biceps. Panic set over them both, before their assailant had spoken.
"Henry. Peter. It is good to see you both." a heavily accented voice spoke, its owner casting a shadow over Peter.
A gleeful smile appeared on the son's face as he turned around and nearly tackled the newcomer.
"Uncle Ivan!" he exclaimed, jumping into the Ukrainian's arms.
The bulky blonde huffed a bit and tumbled as a giant man's weight landed on him, but after letting go of Henry, he easily regained his balance with Peter held securely.
"Hello, Peter. Welcome back home." Ivan rasped out quietly.
Peter's legs were slung around Ivan's waist as his head was tucked straight under the horseshoe mustache he had always adored.
"Yer a sneaky one as always, ya old dog." Henry bellowed as he punched his friend gently into the shoulder.
Ivan smiled gently at Henry, before his eyes dropped down on the overgrown koala attached to his body. With careful motions, he slowly pushed his quasi-nephew away a bit, signaling it was time to get onto the ground again. Peter obliged, but remained attached to his chest. It smelled so nice. Sure, his dad smelt better, but Ivan's scent was unique in its own way. The unfiltered aroma of pine, mixed with an honest man's sweat. It felt like home in its own way.
"Did you get your present? Do you like it?" Ivan asked.
"Yea! It's amazin'! Thank ya so much, unc!" Peter giggled.
Henry's eyes crinkled a bit as he saw the exchange happen in front of him. His teeth revealed themselves in a thin line as he grinned ever-so-subtly.
"Ya should've seen his face when he saw it for the first time! Lit up like a whole damn Christmas tree." Henry laughed.
The smile on Ivan's face widened at that - his hand coming up to ruffle Peter's hair.
"I am glad you liked it. I will make you more of those if you want, yes?"
"Oh, that's mighty kind of ya, unc, but that ain't necessary. Ya always try to give me somethin' or make me somethin'. Ya've done enough." Peter said as he finally took a step back from the hulking blonde.
"No. Your father helps me a lot, as you know, yes? He brings me food and materials. I often do not have the money to pay him back. So this is the least I can do for you two." Ivan shook his head.
"Aww, c'mon now, unc! Ya know pops hates it when ya speak like that. And so do I! Pops lends a hand 'cause yer worth it! We ain't no damn loan sharks." Peter huffed.
"Yea, what Pete said. I've told ya time and time again - I ain't interested in no repayment." Henry puffed out his chest a bit.
"I know." Ivan flashed him a smile, yet it did not reach his eyes.
"Then there ain't no problem!" Peter cut him off before he could say anything more.
Ivan's smile reappeared, still as unconvincing. Then, his lips straightened out into their typical position, a stone mask as per usual. His spine did a similar movement as it popped a few times.
"Well, I see I am not convincing you two otherwise, yes? But that is okay. I have to go now anyways. I am sorry. There is always something to do around my home." Ivan concluded as he pulled them both into a hug, this time around individually.
"Yup. Know that feelin', don'tcha worry." Henry said as their embrace ended.
"Feel free to come over for a visit, no? I am always happy to see you two. Together or alone!" he said, but didn't wait for a response.
With large steps his frame got smaller and smaller, until it disappeared between the autumnal landscape. The remaining father and son pair remained standing, as they watched him walk away. Both of them smiling, yet there was an undeniable air of melancholy left behind.
"C'mon, Pete. Let's head home." Henry said, pressing a heavy palm onto Peter's shoulder.
A nod was the only response as they too walked, but in the opposite direction.
They remained silent for the remainder of the way back, simply using each other's presence not only for joy, but also comfort.
---
The two men got back to their home sooner than they realized. Henry was a bit sad, wanting to have stayed in nature's embrace for a while longer, yet there was nothing to be done. This time around, there was no one waiting to ambush them at the front door, leaving an easy way in.
Indoors, the mixture of their smells awaited them - comfortable and homely. At least it was supposed to be. Yet today, it wasn't. Mainly because the escapade in the woods had made Henry think. A lot. About what the fuck he was actually doing - or rather had been doing for years now.
He was an old man - nearly ready for retirement - fucking someone eons younger than him. And his own son to boot! With every day, the internal scream got louder and louder - demanding he end this absolute farce of a 'relationship'.
Pete was able to press every one of his buttons, knew every trick in the book to make him yield to the most devious of advances. And Henry let him. His resistance was a joke. Hell, what was worse, he participated in the infatuated teasing. He craved it just like he craved his boy's warmth - whether from a gentle embrace or passionate union.
Yet the problem was - he wouldn't be able to keep up. He had already been lagging behind. If Peter hadn't given him ample time to recover today, he most likely wouldn't have been able to stand up. His legs had been numb, his mind a complete foggy mess. But worst off was his respiration - he had trouble properly breathing after they finished an escapade. Like no matter how much he wanted to inhale, it was never enough - his lungs forcing him to let air out before he could get them to expand properly.
Somehow, he had managed to force himself and go back to normal before Peter could realize, but he'd be lying if he said he could do this all the time. Eventually, he'd hit a limit and he'd simply fall behind - if not worse. That isn't something Peter deserved to have to deal with.
Such energy, so much lust and drive. Peter was a wonderful lover, as Henry had had years to find out. As older as Henry was, Peter was leaps ahead of him when it came to sex. Always had been, really, ever since that first 'accident' of theirs. Which is why Henry could not possibly restrain his son's desires. It was clear how much Peter loved to have sex - whenever, wherever, however, he was down. And it would be a waste to limit all of that just because Henry was incapable of appreciating it anymore. So he'd have to do whatever possible to make Peter see the light. Even if he, regrettably, had to do things he was not comfortable with to do so.
"Pops, ya good?" Peter said, already halfway done with taking off his clothes.
"Yea. I'll go shower after ya, so take yar time." Henry said, torn from his rumination.
"Aww, ya ain't comin' with? I was hopin' for a round 2." Peter jutted out his lower lip pleadingly.
This was the exact energy he was afraid of. The unrelenting energy of youth. Sure, Peter was nearly thirty, but that was still a significant different compared to Henry.
"Yea, I'll do some housework while yer in. Just don't feel up for it, sorry." Henry smiled apologetically.
"Well, that's aight. I'll help ya out after, m'kay? Leave some work for me." Peter winked.
Henry's son bent over to remove his pants and then his underwear, fully showcasing the inviting mounds of flesh, as well as his hefty bulge - both rod and sack aired out in their full naked, hairy glory. Fuck, doing the right thing would be so much harder than the old man hoped for.
He knew he had to tear his eyes away, because seeing Peter ascend the stairs would most likely make his entire resolve crumble. Fuck, he just knew how it'd dangle, while his son's ass jiggled with each step... No! This was exactly what he wanted to avoid!
Praying to somehow suppress all of his carnal desires, he retreated to the kitchen hastily, finding a random chore to keep himself busy with. Yet the uneasiness never left. How could it when the actual crux of the problem was only about to happen? But it would arrive sooner rather than later.
The water from upstairs got turned off. Quite quick for Peter's showers. Heavy footsteps echoed from the stairs, which caused Henry to turn around and face the entrance to the room he was waiting in. Peter did indeed appear - hastily dried and still very much naked. Fuck.
"Ya can go now, pops. I'll handle the rest!" Peter bellowed, not even knowing what there was left to do.
"Uh... yea... 'bout that... Let's have a chat, m'kay, son?" Herny said, looking at a stain on the wall.
"Sure. What's up?" Peter raised an eyebrow as he sat down.
"Well, ya see... Listen, have ya thought 'bout marriage?" Henry started, sitting down as well.
"Oh? Oh! Well, uh, y'know... I didn't expect ya to be the first one to pop the question. But if ya want to, we can pretend, sure, honeybuns. Or, uh, hubby." Peter beamed.
"Huh? What?" Henry looked all confused.
"What's wrong? Ain't that what ya wanted? Y'know... pretend we're married and all that?" Peter visibly deflated.
"No - that's not at all what I want here. I was thinkin' of ya gettin' married for real." Henry clarified, but seemingly to no avail.
"So like... we'd run away? Bold, and I'm not sure I like leavin' this town behind. But if ya want to, I'll run away with ya to marry somewhere else!"
"No, no... Pete... I mean like settlin' down. A woman and ya. Or a man, if ya insist." Henry said solemnly.
"Oh... nah. If yer jealous or somethin', ya don't have to be. There ain't no secret fiance I'm keepin' from ya!" Peter chuckled.
"Thanks... but I mean... what if ya found someone? Ya know, to settle down with? Who isn't me, I mean."
"Huh... why would I do that?" Peter looked at him incredulously.
Fuck. Henry couldn't tell him the truth. If he knew of Henry's concerns, he'd just double down. That's the kind of person Peter was... so Henry would have to play dumb for a while or two. As much as he hated to... Yet he would not lie. He refused to. Not to Peter. Never to Peter.
"I just think it'd be good for ya to have a backup plan. Ya know, just in case." Henry shrugged.
"Nah. This is ya tryin' somethin' again. And I ain't buyin' it. Ya've asked me similar questions before and yer doin' it again!" Peter grumbled.
"Well, yea, in case ya've changed yer mind!" Henry protested.
"Nah, don't come at me with that. Ya know exactly what my answer will be."
"Okay, but how 'bout marryin' the Mary broad? Ain't she nice? Ya two get alon' well, no?"
"Wha- Mary? Are ya outta yar mind? My prick shrivels at even imaginin' seein' her naked. How could I possibly marry her? Like... she's a good chum, but nothin' more. No romance, no lust. Unlike for ya, honeybuns." Peter said with steadfast conviction.
"Ya really won't budge? No matter what?" Henry added in quietly.
"No matter what, yea. Now, if ya'll excuse me - I have to go and get dressed." Peter stood up just as rapidly as he had come in.
Henry was left alone in the kitchen, hearing footsteps ascend and disappear on the upper floor. His head fell into his hands as he exhaled deeply.
That boy could be so incredibly stubborn.
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