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I.
Night came and went in the McManus household, father and son cocooned together in slumber underneath the blankets of their shared bed. For a few hours at least the rest of the world didn’t exist and the time of their inevitable parting never had to arrive.
When they woke the next morning, Rob up first as he was want to do and Jake begrudgingly after, both men could sense a shift in the air. It was subtle for sure, but tangible like the watery mist of a foggy Seattle morning. It settled upon them as they ate breakfast, the knowledge of their parting drawing closer with each hour. It was Rob who brought up Jeffries Construction.
“I really should swing by the office today,” he said, spooning oatmeal into a bowl. “You know how the boys get down there when I’m away for too long…” Jake could detect the barest hint of an apology in his dad’s voice and in other circumstances he might very well have protested, but this morning Jake found himself nodding along instead. The way he saw it, this was a perfect opportunity.
“Why don’t I go with you?” he asked, pleased by the look of surprise on his dad’s face. “It’s been a while since I saw Uncle Earl.” Rob humphed at that.
“Yeah...I guess it has,” he set his own food aside, and went to work preparing the formula for little Caleb. “He asks about you sometimes.” He added, offhandedly.
Even as a little boy, Old Earl Fallon had always taken a shine to Jake, maybe because he never had a son of his own. While they weren’t related by blood, Earl, and to a lesser extent his wife Elaine, were the closest things to family he and Rob had ever had up here in Washington state. It used to be that Rob and Earl were thick as thieves, sharing a kind of brotherly bond that now made Jake pause.
“So,” he said, taking a filled bottle from his father, “Are you good with me hanging out? Not going to cramp your old man style, am I?” Rob snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, you can tag along,” he said, manufacturing a look of exasperation on his face. “Maybe that will get Earl and Lil in the office off my back for 5 seconds.”
Jake stabbed his fork into his breakfast sausage, pleased with this minor victory. While Rob was occupied with Earl Fallon and the other men on whatever job site they were contracted for, he could do his own investigating.
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All things considered, the drive to the headquarters for Jeffries Construction was relatively calm. They had managed to dodge the worst of the city traffic as they made to their way into and through the outlying suburbs, and Caleb had settled down into an easy nap after a bottle and good burp. Hopefully they wouldn’t have any diaper issues to contend with until they were free of the highway. As they neared the turnpike, Rob broached the subject of school once more.
“So...still leaving tomorrow?” he asked, a hint of wariness in his voice. The memory of their last fight on this subject was still fresh in the older man’s mind, but for Jake it was old news, water under the bridge. He was in the mood to catch flies, not squash them.
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” he studied his dad’s profile for a moment, trying to decipher the elder McManus’ thoughts. “Were you wanting me to stay longer or something?” he added, hopeful. He got the expected response though.
“Jake...come on, son. You know-”
“Yeah, yeah. I get it. You want me in school being a grown ass man. It’s cool, really.” Rob glanced at his oldest son sideways, a look of guilt flashing across his face for a moment before being smothered under the man’s practiced calm.
“You know I don’t want you to go, Jake. Really, but…” he paused, clearly digging for the right words. “I want you to have a future. To be able to stand on your own two feet.” Rob’s hand reached out and grasped for Jake’s, fingers finding and entwining in his son’s.
“I’ve been thinking about things. About us,” he said, letting the words sink in. “I...I didn’t forget what you said, Jake. Really.”
Jake wanted to pull his fingers out of his father’s grip, not liking this sudden feeling of vulnerability welling up inside, but resisted the urge. Something about the contact between father and son was reassuring to the older man and even in his discomfort he was reluctant to sever the fragile connection that they had created together.
“I love you too, son,” Rob said, and Jake felt like his heart was going to leap out of his throat.
“Maybe not the same way you do, but,” Rob gave his hand a sharp squeeze, the bigger mitt covering Jake’s smaller hand easily. “You need to live your life, Jake. Make sure this, whatever you want to call it, is what you really want.” Jake stared at his dad, almost disbelieving the words that had come from the other man’s lips. This was the most honest and direct Rob had ever spoken to him about his feelings and their familial relationship that he could ever recall. He returned his dad’s squeeze with one of his own, longer and more possessive.
“I know what I want.” he said, noting the tinge of pink creep up Rob’s bearded cheek. “I thought I made that pretty clear last night.” Rob nodded, and Jake watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously up and down his dad’s thick throat. Outside, cars zoomed by their vehicle, oblivious to the psychodrama playing out within.
“I believe you, son, really I do.” Now Rob took his eyes off the road to look Jake directly in the face, a rare occurrence for the strict driver. “Sometimes people change their minds though.” he added, a hint of bitterness seeped into his words in a way that gave Jake pause. He wanted to ask more, to find out what his dad meant by that, but they pulled into the worn out parking lot of Jeffries Construction and the opportunity slipped from his grasp, for the moment at least.
Parking in the makeshift lot, the pair exited the Tahoe, Rob reaching into the back for baby Caleb, when they were both distracted by the sound of booted shoes walking on the gravelly pavement towards them.
“Well, damn, is that you Jacob? Holy hell, you filled up since I last saw you!” Jake turned away from the vehicle and his dad to face the grinning mug of Uncle Earl, who crossed the remaining distance between them at a brisk walk just shy of a run. His arms, more wiry and tanned than Rob’s bar-brawlers, pulled him into a tight bear hug.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes, boy.” Earl said, his faint Dakota accent spitting into Jake’s ear. “Thought you were beginning to forget about me for a while there.” That comment brought an impish grin to Jake’s face.
“Ha, I wish I could forget about you,” Jake teased, and then yelped as a bony hand collided with his denim-clad buttock.
“Still a wise guy, huh? Don’t forget you’re never too old for me to bend you over my knee and give you a good spanking, Jacob.” Earl said, and Jake felt a faint blush spread across his face. A rough cough from the back of the vehicle punctured the moment, and both men turned toward the sound where Rob was watching them with amusement evident on his face.
“If you two are done, can we please get into the office so I can drop the kid off,” he said, eyebrows raised. Jake, face redder than a tomato, pulled himself from Earl’s grasp. If Earl minded, he didn’t mention it. He was currently preoccupied by the newest member of the family, drooling on his father’s shoulder.
“Is that who I think it is?” Earl asked gruffly, face bunched in scrutiny. Jake caught the agitated look in his dad’s eyes and the way he glanced back at Earl with an expression that practically screamed “Later, Later”. Interesting...
Any further developments were cut off by a sharp, aged, but distinctly feminine yell from across the lot.
“Robert McManus get that poor child in here before he catches cold,” Mrs. Lilian Cavanaugh’s voice sailed to them through the air of the mostly empty lot. Earl laughed, his grey mustache rolling on his upper lip, while Jake’s dad sighed in mock defeat, both men well used to the bossy nature of the company secretary. The trio walked across the crunchy rock and toward the largest trailer that served as the main office for Jeffries Construction, baby Caleb tight in his father’s grasp.
Opening the rickety door, Jake climbed the few steps and entered the trailer. Like everything else on the lot, the main office trailer was supposed to be a temporary arrangement until the company, originally from Nebraska, had set its flag on the local area. That was nearly 5 years ago, and little had changed for the upstart company since. It had been almost 2 years since Jake had last come down to his dad’s place of work, and then only reluctantly, but even still the office was much the same as he remembered it. Wood paneling, outdated furniture, a carpet well past its expiration date. Even a bonafide fax machine. Some things never changed.
Mrs. Cavanaugh practically pounced on him as soon as he set foot in the door. “Lord, have you gotten bigger, Jake?” she asked, even though Jake knew for a fact he was exactly the same height as the last time he saw her. Still, he couldn’t help but smile at her antics. Lil might have been a bit of a frumpy old maid, but her enthusiasm could be infectious.
With Lil distracted by Jake, Rob and Earl made their escape, dumping little Caleb on the pair without so much as a please and thank you. Well used to the manners of the construction crew, or the lack thereof, Mrs. Cavanaugh ignored the rudeness, and wasted no time in spilling all the latest gossip on Jacob, peppering her conversation with quirky anecdotes and references that flew over the young man’s head. Left with no choice but to endure the onslaught, Jake gritted his teeth, nodding and mumbling the occasional “uh-huh” the few times he was able to get in a word edgewise. The older woman seemed particularly taken with the baby. Apparently, McManus men had a way with women at all ages.
“Don’t take this personal Jake, but aren’t mixed race babies just the cutest?” she gushed, and Jake bit the inside of his lip. She held Caleb next to her big bosom, cooing as she continued. “Yes, you’re just the cutest little thing, aren’t you? You got your daddy’s good looks,” then with a childish giggle that didn’t match her form in the least, she added. “Both of them!” Jake’s eyes widened.
“You know Caleb’s other dad?” Jake asked, giving Lil his undivided attention. Lil’s rocking slowed for a second, the mistake of her sudden reveal hitting her, and she quickly course corrected.
“Now, uh, I can’t say for certain. Everyone just assumed…” Her smile faltered for moment when she caught Jake’s impatient look fixated on her. “Oh Christ, I don’t like to gossip about these sorts of things…” the irony completely lost on her. Finally she leaned forward to say to the younger man in a conspiratorial voice,
“Robert might have made himself a special friend on site a little while back,” she leaned back, her mood turning self-serious. “And that’s all you’re going to hear about that from me, Jacob McManus. I’m not about to be flayed by your father for spilling the beans on his love life!” Too late for that, Jake thought with a triumphant smirk.
He gave Lil his most winning smile, and said to her, “Don’t worry, ma’am. I won’t kiss and tell.”
So his dad had been fucking someone he met on the job? The old dog. It made total sense now when he thought about it. Rob had never had much of a social life outside of work. A real loner at heart, with the exception of Earl Fallon. It definitely wasn’t him, Jake thought to himself, his stomach feeling strange at the thought. Earl was awfully colorful, but not like that. No, it was someone else, maybe a temp worker they hired over the summer. There were no shortage of Latino or Black men who could fit the bill. And fit in my Dad too, Jake thought with more than a little chagrin.
Quickly moving past her minor slip-up, Lil eventually settled back into her reliably gossipy ways, and was back to telling Jake all kinds of stories, most of which he cared little about. He tried to steer the direction of the conversation several times, asking questions about temporary work, demographics, men who had come and gone, anything that might help pinpoint the identity of Caleb’s father, but made little headway. Either Lil had wised up to his aims, or she was just flat out clueless. Either way, he wasn’t going to get any more valuable information from Lilian Cavanaugh today.
“You know, Jacob…” Lil said in a matronly voice. “If you are so interested in how things run around here, you might want to consider helping out sometime. Maybe just for the summer. Try things out and see how they feel.” She added this last bit in her softest most persuasive tone. Jake considered her words, but quickly dismissed them.
“Nah, my Dad would have my head if I dropped out of school to come work here.” He said, resignation in his voice. “Besides, I doubt anyone would want me around anyways.” Lil huffed at that.
“Now you’re just talking nonsense, young man. You know I’ve never said no to your company, and Mr. Fallon is always going on and on about what a good addition you will make to our little family one day.” That last bit surprised Jake. So, he does, huh? He thought. He tucked that nugget of information away for the moment, telling himself he and Uncle Earl needed to have a talk sometime, just the two of them.
It wasn’t too long after that Rob reappeared, looking much worse for wear and more than slightly annoyed. The older man wiped his brow, palm coming back slick with sweat and grime. He had just gotten back from a home construction project that had literally gone off the rails. The modular home looked to be sinking further into a patch of mud with each breath he took. Earl had shooed him off, telling him he would salvage the disaster as much as he could, and Rob was more than grateful to get away from the mess and back to his boys.
“I’m getting too old to deal with this crap” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else in room. It suddenly dawned on him that he wasn’t actually alone, and he turned his attentions to the two adults sitting watching him. “Uh, sorry. Was Caleb being ok for you?”
“Oh, he’s nothing but an angel, Robert,” Lil said, fawning over the baby. “He’s just like his…” She cut himself short, sending Jake a quick panicked look before she regained control of herself. “He’s just like his big brother.” Rob raised an eyebrow at that.
“Now you got me worried, Lil,” and chuckled at the dirty look his son gave him. Walking toward the seated pair, he handed the keys to the Tahoe off to his oldest son, fetching his youngest into his solid arms.. “Let’s get outta here, Jake. Before I get roped into some other kind of nonsense...”
The ride home started quiet, just the rambling sounds of a new vehicle driving down paved roads, and then, as if sensing some oncoming danger that was unknown to the two adults in the vehicle, Caleb burst in a fit of uncontrollable sobs, the worst Rob or Jake had ever heard from the child. Startled by the unexpected eruption, Jake watched as his father attempted to calm the baby down with a rattle, a pacifier, anything really, all to no avail.
“God damn! What has gotten into you, boy?” Rob snapped, motioning for Jake to pull off the road, which he did swiftly, more than happy to stop the incessant wailing. Once they were parked behind the building of a rotting strip mall, Rob unbuckled his seatbelt and began to unbutton his shirt, lifting the hem above his head so it rested around his shoulders, saying as he did so, “Hand him here, Jake.”
Confused, Jake followed his father’s instructions and watched silently as the older man took baby Caleb into his brawny arms and brought the tiny mouth to his nipple on his hairy chest. Detecting a source of food, the child latched onto it instinctively and his cries died down to a whimper and eventually a mellow gurgle.
“I thought you couldn’t do that…” Jake asked, a little baffled by the situation. Rob opened his eyes, wincing at a particularly hard nip from his son.
“I may not be able to feed him, but-” he winced again. “Babies still want the feeling sometimes.” Jake watched and could feel an emotion rising within himself. He was surprised to realize that it wasn’t just confusion or curiosity. It was jealousy.
“Why should Caleb get to have all the fun?” He muttered, leaning forward. Rob realized what his oldest son was aiming to do, and shot a hand up, palm standing tall inches from Jake’s face.
“Nuh-uh! Keep that kind of thing for when we are at home. Understood?” Jake raised an eyebrow at his father’s actions, a small pout on his lips. So his dad still had some fight left in him. Good, he thought. It would get pretty damn boring if he couldn’t make Rob squirm from time to time. And mentioning squirming, Jake brought a fingertip to the stray nipple, the one his dad had so rudely denied him.
“When we get home,” Jake said, words coming out slow and precise as he flicked at the nub. “I’m going to have my way with you, old man.” Rob looked like he was going to bite back. He had that pitbull expression on his face he sometimes got when he felt he was being challenged, and Jake smiled wider when instead Rob turned his head to look outside the window, facing toward the dull grey of the building. He missed the look of triumph that crossed over his oldest son’s face, and the wink Jake gave his baby bro at the same time.
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II.
The drive home was a special kind of torture for the McManus men. For Jake, it was the waiting, the denial of what he truly wanted, what he was rapidly beginning to feel he was owed. For Rob, it was the ticking time bomb of his son’s passions that he knew with absolute certainty would explode once they set foot through the door. As they drew closer to the house, Jake’s patience began to wear thin. His hand, which he had carefully kept to himself for most of the ride, climbed up his father’s thigh, the slender fingers reaching inward toward the dip between Rob’s legs.
Robert was wearing jeans today. No lucky slut shorts for Jake to reach his hand up and finger his favorite part of his father through. That minor setback wasn’t about to stop him though, and he continued to rub his fingers minutely around the mound of Rob’s cunt, smiling in satisfaction as he heard his dad’s breathing quicken nearly imperceptibly.
By the time they pulled into the driveway a wet patch was beginning to form on Rob’s crotch, and the older man shot out of the vehicle, grabbing his youngest like a fumbled football, and bolted for the front door. Jake followed, a few steps behind, the need to rush having ebbed the moment the wheels had parked in place. They both knew where this was going, the conclusion certain.
Rob quickly turned the keys in the tumbler and pushed the front door open, not bothering to close it as he jetted down the hall toward the bedroom where Caleb’s bassinet was kept. Jake set the Tahoe keys in the holder next to the front door, which he closed and locked, and then leaned against the wood frame, cock throbbing in his pants as he waited for his dad to come back to him.
When he did, he was almost meek in stature. “Son, I’m ready for you now,” he said quietly, respectfully. Jake smiled at his father, enjoying the placid submission in the older man’s voice.
“You’ve had an awful lot to say to me today, Dad,” he said, as he slowly unzipped his own jeans. He had deliberately gone commando today, and his smile broadened when he saw the expression of naked hunger spread across his dad’s face as he fished his erection free of its denim prison. “Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to better use.”
With his dong hanging there like a temptation, Rob stepped forward, closing the distance between father and son. Hanging within touching distance, a glimmer of lust and something deeper shining in his eyes, Rob dropped to his knees, the wood floor protesting under his movement. He reached out and grasped his son’s penis, almost reverently, simply staring at it for a moment taking in the thick mass of it before closing his eyes and arching his head forward, mouth open to capture Jake’s cock in his mouth.
It slid inside easily, like it belonged there. Like it was made to be in Rob’s mouth. Head bobbing gently, Rob breathed through his nose, eyes never opening even though he could feel the heated gaze of his boy looking down at him and watching him at service. The thought of those blue orbs seeing all sent a shiver of shameful pleasure through his body that settled between his legs, and his pussy, already damp from Jake’s on-the-road shenanigans, began to drip anew. The desire to touch himself, to sink his thick fingers deep inside his hungry cunt was strong but he resisted. This was about Jake’s pleasure right now.
Rob couldn’t contain the moan that rose in his throat when he felt his son’s hands grip his hair, fingertips digging into the scalp. He protested when Jake’s fingers pulled his head back forcing his mouth off his son’s cock, his tongue darting out trying to recapture the salty flavor. He cracked his eyes open, staring up at his boy with lustlidded eyes that reflected the passionate stare of his son, which seemed to almost glow with a possessive light.
“Hold your mouth open, Dad,” Jake said, voice tight. Rob obeyed, stretching his jaw enough that he felt it crack, his tongue lulling out, ready to be put back to use.
“I’m going to fuck your face now.” A warning stated as a fact. Rob nodded, not caring. All that mattered was getting his mouth back on Jake’s package.
When that cock thrust into his gaping maw, the spongy head dragging to the back his throat, Rob’s body realized what was going to happen and he felt a wave of panic start to rise within himself. Digging his fingers into his own thighs hard enough to sting, he ignored his body’s protests, willing himself to relax for his son. To be a good hole for Jake to fuck. He knew what would happen if he did a good job, if he gave Jake the pleasure he deserved. Memories of protein rich semen flooding his mouth filled his head and he audibly groaned around the length of his son’s penis. His pussy, long neglected was dripping heavily, soaking through his briefs and into his jeans.
Jake hips pivoted backwards, his long cock following the movement of its owner’s body. Rob had only a moment to inhale before his airway was once again cut off by his son’s length. The only scent his nose had time to smell was the musky aroma of his son’s sweaty cock and sack, the boy’s public hair scratching his nostrils. Saliva welled uncontrollably in his mouth and with every inward push the urge to gag would arise. Once or twice he failed at halting his body’s natural defenses. Ugly, choking sounds like muffled explosions would splatter Jake’s groin with his spittle. Thick, mucusy drool, propelled by the force of Jake’s rampaging body escaped his battered mouth, flowing over the swell of Rob’s bruised lips and rivered through the thicket of beard hair in an ever downward pace.
As Jake’s thrusts continued, Rob felt himself enter something akin to a zen state. His head, gripped by two domineering hands seemed to no longer belong to him. It was a vessel for his son to use for his pleasure and he allowed it to be rocked and shuddered by the increasingly erratic jabbing of his oldest son. It would be soon now, and his cunt twitched greedily at the thought.
When it did happen he had only a moment’s warning, barely managing to relax his mouth enough to take Jake’s cock to the root. Jake didn’t scream, didn’t yell. He shuddered violently as the orgasm ramped its way through his body, his hands digging like claws into his father’s scalp. Rob didn’t taste the semen, Jake’s cock was too far down his throat to allow it, but he felt the pulsing of his son’s seed blasting through the younger man’s urethra and down his helpless throat where it would settle in Rob’s stomach, a salty condiment added to the Pastrami sandwich he had eaten for lunch.
When Jake finally pulled out of the wet cavern of his father’s mouth, his cock slipping out wetly to settle back between his legs, Rob gasped for air, as held-in tears poured freely down his face. He looked up at his son, trying to read his face through the blurriness of his impaired vision.
“Was it good, son?” he gasped out, butt of his palm rubbing over his clothed clit. He saw the bleary shape of Jake’s head nod and then heard the rapturous words,
“The best.”
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III.
After composing themselves, Rob set to work making dinner. Jake let it be known that he was in the mood for some stir fry, so dutiful father he was, Rob set to work chopping up vegetables to go into the wok. Across the hall Jake, sated for the moment, was lounging on the stained couch (couch cushion flipped onto the “clean” side) and gorging himself on some mindless reality television. Rob could faintly hear the dim, ornery sounds of the horny serving staff arguing amongst each other buried below the far calmer thump, thump, thump of the knife slicing through fresh carrots and broccoli. As he worked, his thoughts drifted back to the events of the day.
Rob hadn’t been entirely truthful when he told Lil and Jake about his day at the site. It was true he had been thrown headfirst into a colossal fuckup. Business as usual when you were the project manager of a struggling construction company, but he had left out the fraught conversation he and Earl had along the way. It had started out innocently enough, Earl asking him questions about his time off, raising the new baby, his relationship with Jake. All very safe and reliable topics for the pair. Then Fallon had moved in for the kill.
“When are you going to tell Matty about his kid?” he asked, pointblank. Rob, who had been trying to decipher the janky blueprints of the house they were supposed to be helping build, lowered the papers in his hands and gave Earl an annoyed glare.
“I thought I told you to drop that,” he said, voice cautiously even. They had had a conversation not much different from this one back when Rob had first starting showing signs of his pregnancy. He had been able to ward the foreman off at the time, begging away Earl’s concerns by claiming he needed more time to process the changes the pregnancy was bringing into his life. Another lie wrapped in a truth. Earl wasn’t going to be thrown off the scent this time though.
“I’ll drop it when you do the right thing and tell the kid he’s a father now.” Rob rolled the blueprints in his hands, his grip tight with anger. So Earl Fallon was jonesing for a fight? Like hell he would let this man interfere with his life. Friend or not, Robert McManus didn’t answer to anyone.
“It’s none of your fucking business, Earl Fallon,” he said, voice littered with threat. He turned to walk away, to put some distance between himself and Earl, if not the source of the actual conflict, but he heard the sound of heavy footsteps following him, matching his brisk pace and gaining by the moment.
“This ain’t right, Rob. You can’t keep a man from his son.” Earl said, voice beginning to raise in his anger. Rob stopped and swerved around to face the current source of irritation in his life. Earl was an old friend, a dear friend, but Robert had his limits. Earl knew this was a touchy subject for Rob, and worse he knew why.
“I did it before and I can do it again,” Rob snapped, his voice raising and beginning to draw the attention of the previously occupied work crew. This was getting out of hand.
“This is wrong, Rob. You know its wrong.” Rob was taken aback by the emotion in Earl’s voice the rawness of it. He hadn’t expected his friend to care so much. Well, he thought to himself with a touch of anger, Earl never did know how to stay in his own lane.
“I won’t tell you again, Earl Fallon,” he said, his voice measured but dipping its toe into cruelty. “You keep bringing this up...and I’m going to have to remind you that I’m the boss around here. The hard way.” he added, feeling a sting of shame at the poisonous barb that jumped from his mouth. Earl stopped at that, eyes wide, flashes of anger flitting in his irises, and shook his head. He leaned forward, his lips next to Rob’s cheek, close enough to give him a kiss.
“Ya know what, Rob?” he said, devoid of any hint of his usual warmth. “Just because you got a pussy between your legs doesn’t mean you have to be a cunt.” Then, without a word more, he stormed off leaving Robert standing in the dirt, flabbergasted.
Back in the present, Rob was pulled from his stormy thoughts by the sensation of a pair of hands wrapping around his waist. He froze for a moment, as he always did anytime someone touched him unexpectedly, and then instinctively relaxed and leaned back into the lankier frame of his oldest son.
“Everything good over here?” he heard Jake say behind him.
“Yeah…” Rob said, nodding, “Just a little tired from the day.” Stifling a yawn, he realized he wasn’t just telling a tale either. Going back to work was taking more out of him nowadays than he realized, both physically and mentally. The pair of hands hooked around his midsection loosened their grip, one climbing upward, while the other dropped down.
“Not too tired for later, right?” Jake said, anticipation clear in his voice. Rob chuckled, resuming his chopping.
“Never, you horndog. But-” and now he chopped quite hard on the wooden cutting board. “We need to get you fed. You must be running low on protein after that load you gave me.” He managed to get all of that out without blushing too. Jake grinned against his shoulder, amused and genuinely pleased with Rob’s forthcoming behavior.
“Sounds fair. You feed me,” he tapped on Rob’s groin. “And then I’ll feed you.” The arms left his torso, carrying their warmth with them, and Rob heard the sound of a chair scrapping across wood followed by the thump and huff of his oldest taking his place at the table. Rob licked his lips, his netheregion wanting to match the movement. His throat still ached from this afternoon, and yet he couldn’t help but want more. Rob subtly glanced down at his crotch, internally breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn’t permanently stained his jeans with pussy juice. Always getting me into trouble. Worse than a dick.
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IV.
After dinner, Jake was true to his word, practically pouncing on his father. Rob had to fend him off, laughter erupting from his mouth as he pulled his son toward their bedroom. It was often hard to get Jake to settle down once he had set his mind to fucking, but today was a merciful exception to the rule. Maybe the face fuck earlier had tamed the beast long enough to get him to behave like a man and not an animal.
In any case, whatever decorum Jacob McManus possessed dried up by the time Rob landed on his back on the king-sized mattress. The jeans Rob wore, previously a source of playful teasing in the Tahoe, now seemed like an incredible hindrance, and he hastily tore them off his father’s body, Rob laughing at his impatience while lifting his legs up at the same time. The briefs remained for the moment, while Jake looked up at his father.
“Anything I should be concerned about?”
Rob shook his head, lowering the waistband to show only cream and pink colored flesh.
“Not much more than a drop or two of spotting,” Rob explained. “Didn’t think it was worth the trouble of…” he shook his hands around his lower opening, the implications of the missing pad obvious. Apparently tonight it was smooth sailing in the McManus cootch.
Jake leaned forward kissing along his dad’s thighs and up along the front of the white briefs, young hot breath ghosting over his father’s opening. He could smell Rob now, the familiar rich and tangy scent that only got stronger after a full day’s work. This was his favorite smell in the world. One only a few people in the world ever got to experience.
The underwear didn’t stay on much longer, ending up discarded on the floor with the bothersome Levi’s. Now Jake had a full unguarded view of his father’s genitals. As per usual, Rob was already wet, his puss clearly prepared for the pounding it knew it was in store for. Good, Jake thought hotly. I want you wet for me day and night. He leaned in even closer, the tip of his nose brushing against the lips of Rob’s cunt.
“Did you play with yourself today?” he asked his dad, lust dripping in his tone. There was no response for a moment, before Rob mustered up the courage to slowly nod his head.
“Yes...just a little,” he added, making sure his son got the full picture. Jake smiled, his lips parting perpendicular to the slit that parted between his dad’s legs.
“Tell me…” he said, tongue darting out to lick one cruel, teasing swipe. Rob gasped.
“This morning. In the shower,” Rob managed. His clit was already beginning to throb, aroused by a full day of neglect.
“And…”
“And,” Rob took a deep breath. “I was thinking about you.” He saw Jake’s eyes looking up from between his legs, imploring. “Inside me. Like last night.” Now Jake’s grin widened, a Cheshire Cat between his thighs.
“Breeding this cunt,” Jake said, his tongue poking just the barest bit into the breach. Rob gasped, balling his fists into the comforter to stop himself from grabbing his son’s head. He didn’t want to make his son mad, even if he had to endure this torment.
“Yes!” he cried. I need it, Jake. PLEASE. He held his breath as Jake’s face leaned closer and closer, lips connecting with his pussy’s for a kiss, until…
A disgruntled cry bellowed from down the hall. Caleb was having another fit.
Both men froze. The moment shattered. Rob threw an arm over his face, frustrated beyond belief. Worst timing in the world.
“I should check on him…” he managed to say, the words feeling hollow in his mouth. He was surprised when Jake shook his head, and patted his thigh.
“No, I’ve got it,” he stood up, underwear still tenting obscenely, and he adjusted himself with only limited success.
“You don’t have to-” Rob started, but Jake cut him off, throwing his shirt back on.
“It’s cool, Dad. Really. Besides,” now he had a shiteating grin on his face. “Caleb likes me more anyways.” and he left the room, the image of Rob’s annoyed dad expression a soothing balm for his sexual frustration.
When he got to the bassinet, he immediately smelled the problem.
“You really do like shitting on my parade, don’t you little bro?” he said, nose wrinkled.
Jake set about his work, changing the diaper with meticulous ease, even managing to successfully dodge and halt Caleb’s urine spray. He had learned his lesson the hard way the first time he had attempt this maneuver. After putting the finishing touches on the diaper, and feeling quite satisfied with his job, he was ready to jump back in bed with his dad and jump back inside his old man for good measure.
As if on cue, a roar of discontent erupted from the small child’s throat, a screaming that was awful impressive for a child his size. Jake quickly took his brother in his arms, frantically searching for some sort of tool to calm the little monster. Damn, he’s got a pair of lungs on him, he thought with more than a little irritation, gently rocking the child, Caleb’s skin shining a golden brown that was surprisingly fetching against Jake’s paler skin tone. He finally managed to scrounge up a pacifier, sticking it in the boy’s mouth and sighing with relief at the blissful sound of nothing.
He moved to place Caleb back in the bassinet and regretted his choice almost instantly, when the roars started anew, the pacifier plopping to the floor, totally failing at its sole purpose. Jake quickly course corrected, rocking the baby again, a hint of desperation in his actions, and calmed down once more once Caleb began to settle down again.
“Alright, Caleb, I get it,” he muttered. “You want some quality time with your big bro.” Later he would feel flattered at the attention, but right now all he could think of was his dad and his spread legs waiting down the hall for him. You’re really cockblocking me here, bro.
He was tempted to take his brother down the hall, rocking him all the way, so Rob could share in the joy and pain of Caleb’s neediness. But prudence, and even a hint of reticent caring won out in the end. He could take care of this, no point in putting his old man through anymore. After all, he was leaving tomorrow to head back to school and Caleb would have no shortage of time to torment his birth father. He felt a twinge of envy begin to build within himself that he quickly squashed. This was his decision, no one else’s and he would be back with his dad soon enough. There were things he had to take care of first though and that included wrapping up his college experience.
So, Jake stayed in his bedroom with his brother, rocking him, murmuring mellow sounds into the baby’s tiny ears, until at long last his brother drifted off to sleep. Holding his breath, he laid Caleb gently down back inside the bassinet, freezing for a moment when he saw the baby shift and attempt to roll on his side, but thankfully he never woke up. Slowly, Jake creeped out of the room, walking on his tip toes one small step at a time. He closed the door behind him as much as he dared, leaving it open only the tiniest sliver of a crack. Only then did he release the breath he had been holding, a feeling of tremendous relief washing over him. He had finally gotten through with it. His heart skipped a jump and his cock shifted in his underwear. The reward for his labors was waiting for him just down the hall.
Stepping silently across the wooden floor, after all it would be damn shame if a creaky floorboard placed him back at square one, Jake made his way down the hall and back into his and his father’s shared bedroom. He stepped inside, turning toward the door to close it behind him, even locking it for good measure. He swiveled his head, a broad smile on his face, which promptly drooped when he saw what waited him on the bed. Rob was there, still naked as the day he was born and looking fine as ever, but there was not the expected ocean blue eyes watching him intently. Instead, they were closed, Rob’s head was lulled back on one of the pillows, face partially obscured by the billowy pillowcase, and the sounds of gentle snoring filled the space around the bed. His old man had gone and fallen asleep on the job.
“Son of a bitch…” Jake muttered to himself, rubbing his underwear-clad groin in frustration. He wanted to be sympathetic. It had been a long day for his dad and he wasn’t used to being big man on campus back at the job site the way he used to. He couldn’t blame him for accidentally catching some z’s while his sons were busy in another room.
Oh hell, fuck that. He was young and horny. He absolutely could blame him. Jake smiled returned, his mind made up. His dad had never said anything about wanting a wakeup call, but he was more than happy to do the deed. Jake McManus style.
Dropping his underwear as he approached the bed, he climbed in naked. His frame, slightly smaller in height and weight than his father’s thicker form, crawled up the mattress, slowly as not to wake the elder McManus. When he came to rest, hovering nearly parallel to his dad, he took the time to marvel at Rob in one of his rare moments of unguardedness. The years were beginning to sneak up on his dad, just a little. There were hints of gray in his dark hair and beard. The settling of wrinkles on the face of a man who laughed and frowned just a little too much. His body looked lived in and Jake was suddenly seized by a swell of emotion from deep inside.
Ignoring the rising tide of feeling, he turned his attention downward, past the hairy pecs of Rob’s chest and the treasure trail of body hair that coasted south, until his eyes caught sight of the crown jewel of Robert’s genitalia. Rob’s clit was sadly not engorged at the moment. The older man was too exhausted, too relaxed, but he could see the nub of pink sitting proudly in its place of honor above the man’s ever open gash. That hole, that beautiful, damp cunt that made his mouth water more than any woman’s pussy ever had. He had sampled his dad’s vagina many times by now, but the taste of Robert, the flavor of his own father, never got old. Each time the hunger to have him, in any way, shape, or form possible grew. He feared one day it might become too much to manage, that it would turn into something combustible and burn them both to cinders, but that day hadn’t arrived yet. Tonight, all he needed to satiate his desires was spread out before him on a well served platter.
Placing his hands on Rob’s inner thighs, being careful to only touch the haired portions and lessen the pricking of warm pressure on his dad’s skin. He gently and slowly parted the older man’s legs watching with apt fascination as the lips of Rob’s pussy parted in kind. Even now, lost in slumber, Rob’s body was ready. A slow, lazy trickle was dripping from the warm cavern between Rob’s thighs. So wet, always so wet for his son.
His cock was a hard weight between his thighs, but Jake resisted the temptation to bury himself balls deep and pound away at that wet hole. In the few weeks that passed since the accident, he had evolved from a dutiful son to a dominate lover, and had learned to appreciate the value of mindful foreplay. Nothing made his old man fall apart the way he would when Jake took control, and when he took his time, drawing out every inch of pleasure from his dad’s needy body, the fruits of his labor were far sweeter. So he ignored his own cock, for the moment, and instead focused his attention directly on Rob’s pussy.
Spreading his old man’s legs had done wonders for the visuals. The lips, so pink and pouty, were well used to the nightly treatment they got from the younger McManus. He traced his index finger along the edges, watching them quiver gently at his touch. Still Rob did not awaken, and Jake was reminded of that night back in the old Bronco where he had played with these same lips for the first time under far less acceptable conditions. He had explored in an almost trance-like state, groping places and parts no son should should ever be allowed to touch. A hunger had awoken in him that night that was never truly sated, but now there was neither the weather or Rob’s pregnancy to stop him from enjoying the fullness of the meal.
With two fingers he was able to spread the lips of Rob’s pussy enough that he got a fresh view of the pink corridor that Jake had traveled upon so often. Rob’s insides glistened in the dim bedroom light, dark velvety shadows beckoning Jake’s fingers deeper. Hissing at the sight, and knocked off kilter by the sudden growth in his passion, he pushed his fingers too hard and Rob woke with a start, head swerving around the room in confusion, his pussy tightening enough to push Jake’s fingers off the rim of the vulva and snap closed like a hungry maw wanting to bite his digits.
Rob’s confused gaze eventually settled on his looming son and the tense body loosened considerably.
“Oh, Jake,” Rob said, sleep still heavy in his voice. “Sorry, I must have-” He began to rise to a seating position, to bring his face up next to his boy’s, but Jake’s free hand halted the movement and firmly pushed him back down on his back, prone and spread.
“Stay there,” Jake said, and brought his fingers back to his father’s vagina, the tips fluttering around the entrance, gathering the wet dew.
“You’re already so wet for me, Dad,” he said, a plainspoken statement of fact which Rob did not contradict. If anything Rob’s body did the speaking for him, a new wetness dampening his son’s digits. When Jake removed his fingers they were coated in the sticky syrup of his father’s juices. He slipped them, all three at once, into his mouth and sucked the fluid off his fingers, humming a bit in contentment as the rich, familiar flavor hit his tastebuds. Now that he had gotten a taste he was hungry for more.
He ate from his dad’s pussy in much the way he had in the past with long, slow stripes of his tongue along the hot walls of Rob’s cunt. There was the barest hint of copper in Rob’s pussy, the last remnants of the previous night’s unexpected festivities, and the added tang poured gasoline on the fire burning in Jake’s loins.
He absentmindedly fondled himself, his own underwear now beginning to dampen from his own, blatant arousal. As he feasted on his father, loud, sloppy animal noises came from his mouth that were drowned under the liquid and depth of Rob’s insides. He could feel his father shuddering in pleasure, taken even now in his exhausted state. The desire to touch himself, or maybe to touch his son must have been intense, but Rob was already on the road to being a well trained submissive. His son had given an order and he was only to happy to follow, content in the knowledge that his oldest would lead him down a road filled with sexual release.
Jake was well on his way to doing that exact thing, the familiar rise of heat in Rob’s loins causing tremors of pleasure to surge from his hole a telltale sign that he was inching toward the first of what was undoubtedly going to be many orgasms. But then something unexpected happened. Jake’s hands, always groping some part of Rob’s ample flesh, slid underneath Rob’s beefy thighs. Unsure of where this was going, Rob opened his eyes but allowed himself to be manipulated into whatever position Jake deemed he should be in. With the rise in height, Rob’s buttocks was made more evident, being mostly smooth except for the hair that ran in tracks from his groin, between his legs, and up his crack. Rob’s worst fears and darkest wishes were beginning to come true, because ever since that night of “the dildo fight”, Jake had developed an ever growing interest in his old man’s ass.
The sick thing wasn’t that it was happening, it was that Rob liked what was happening and wanted more of the treatment. So instead of fighting his son when he saw his head rise from his snatch and begin to dip further south, that wicked tongue licking a trail down his perineum, Rob instinctively spread his legs wider, giving further access to the next stage of his son’s dismantling of his hypermasculine identity. He would have felt ashamed if he hadn’t been so fucking aroused at the same time.
Jake’s hands grasped the meaty globes of Rob’s ass, almost losing his grip once of twice from how slick his hands had gotten. Persistence won out in the end, as it often did for Jacob McManus, and he eagerly spread those cheeks exposing the treasure hidden between. Unlike the exterior of Rob’s butt, his dad’s asshole was thick with hair, a dense patchwork of wiry black sitting on top of a pink pucker. The smell here was stronger. Not bad or gross, just strong. Male, musky, potent. Another essence of Robert McManus, and just like the smell of his dad’s cunt, Jake couldn’t help but feel himself begin to salivate like a dog about to chow down on a fresh bone.
The taste of his father’s ass on his tongue was a nostalgic surprise. He had expected a more pungent flavor, but instead found that it was not much different from any other part of Rob’s skin. There was the faint taste of sweat accumulated and dried out throughout the day that mixed together with Rob’s natural musk to create a crude cocktail, familiar yet novel at the same time. When he tongued his father’s anus it was like dipping his tongue to the man’s core and tasting him from the inside out. There was not the same wetness he got from Rob’s pussy, instead Jake provided the moisture taking the salty buildup of his dad’s body and turning it into a broth for him to dine on.
The reaction from Rob was sharp and instantaneous. It was less a gasp and more a body wracking shudder that burst from his chest and made his asshole clench around his son’s tongue. His legs instinctively kicked, trying to ground their owner back to the earth, but Jake’s grip was strong and firm. Robert McManus was going nowhere. Rob whimpered as he lay there, feeling that slippery appendage circle around the opening between his mounds, leaving no space untouched.
With the initial surprise out of the way, Jake set to work, tongue poking teasingly at his father’s hairy pucker. Up the bed, Rob was putting all of his efforts into maintaining his composure. His bottom lip was buried underneath a row of gritting white teeth, his eyes darted to Jake, to the ceiling, to the wall, looking for any kind of anchor to latch onto and finding nothing to fixate on strong enough to dampen the pleasure. There was only the sensation of his asshole becoming the newest target for his oldest son’s libidinous desires.
When Jake’s tongue pierced that hole, pushing as deep as the young man could manage, Rob’s breathing jumped from flighty to outright labored, his hands groping his own chest, needing something to cling to, even his abused flesh. Reading his father’s mind, Jake halted his oral ministrations for only the briefest of moments to say to his old man,
“Play with your pussy, Dad.” Rob’s hands, shaking like leaves in an autumn wind, honed in on his groin, two fingers diving into the wet groove, while the other hand furiously stroked his clit with his thumb and fingers. The way things were going Rob was going to come undone before too long, soaking himself in his own pussy juice, and that suited Jake just fine. After all, his old man was an even better fuck after he’d cum a few times.
When the first orgasm hit Rob, his entire body froze, tight as a drum. His asshole clenched like a vice around Jake’s probing tongue, and a wet gush gurgled out from his open cunt like a broken sprinkler, hosing Rob’s abdomen in a haphazard spray. Grinning to himself, Jake renewed his attack, his tongue strokes become deeper, faster, more erratic and unpredictable in their pattern of attack. Rob, still overwhelmed by his orgasm, didn’t enjoy the treatment so much as endure it, his oversensitive flesh tweaked to a point of sensitivity that flirted with pain. His hands clenched onto Jake’s hair, pulling in every direction as he rode out the aftershocks. Eventually the worst passed, and having proven his worth to his son, Rob allowed himself to settle back into a state of rising sexual bliss.
His legs hung open easily now, limp from his recent pleasure and leaving his cunt and asshole obscenely exposed. Jake wanted to fuck his dad’s ass, more than he could put into words. It was a want that burned with such intensity that it nearly graduated to a need. It was the last place unclaimed. The last virgin territory. It should belong to him. It would belong to him.
But not tonight. The logistics did not pan out. It would not be a spontaneous claiming, but a breaking down of wills so profound that Robert would not only crave his ass being conquered, he would actually beg for it.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a nibble though.
By now both of Rob’s bottom holes were soaked. His pussy with its natural juices and his anus from his son’s vigorous licking. Rob’s asshairs, damp and clingy with saliva, obscured much of that puckered opening, but Jake could just make out the slick coating through the mass of body hair. Rob was wet in all the ways that mattered, but for what Jake had planned, he needed to be wetter still.
Rising to his knees, Jake moved his hips, positioning them with his dad’s open cunt, and after a couple of misfires with his hip thrusts (one of which jabbed Rob straight in his clit and drew a sharp gasp from the older man), Jake aimed true and sunk his inches slowly to the root into his dad’s wet hole. Fully seated inside his old man, he let his dick rest, swirling his hips in gentle circles, until he finally pulled his cock out, earning him an annoyed look from his father. His length was coated from head to balls in the saturated fluid of wet cunt.
His grip on Rob’s ankles tightened as he angled his erection downward, pointing the head at his father’s virgin asshole. At the first shuddering prod, Rob hissed, words failing the man, and then cried out when the head punched through the feeble resistance of his anus and into his rectum. Jake pushed forward into the uncharted territory until he had situated himself about three inches inside his dad’s ass, and abruptly stopped. Immediately, he felt the squeeze of Rob’s ass clamp down on his dick, locking it inside with its mighty grasp. It was just what Jake had hoped for. He could feel Rob’s legs trembling in his grasp, the strain of what he was experiencing too strong to suppress. He chanced a look up at his dad’s face and could see the fear written across his rugged features, but also the conflict of confused arousal swimming in his father’s irises. Of course, as expected, the man’s cunt was as wet as ever. Robert McManus was nothing if not predictable.
“Hold your legs open, Dad,” Jake said, waiting for Rob to follow his command. After a brief moment of apprehension, Robert obeyed, his toned arms wrapping themselves around the pits of his knees, holding the position necessary. Only then did Jake release his own grip on his dad’s feet, nodding in satisfaction. He brought his hand down to his cock, sliding it across the wet length that was not currently sheathed inside his father’s rectal heat. The other hand found Rob’s pussy, fingers skipping along the rim, occasionally halting their slid to tap a drum beat on Rob’s rigid clitoris. Robert was shaking with the effort of holding himself open for the assault on both of his holes.
“I’m not fucking your ass tonight, dad,” Jake said, noting how the expression on Rob’s face shifted from concern to relief and then settle on something that looked suspiciously like disappointment. Jake’s strokes speed up, his eyes locked on his father’s, blue matching blue.
“Don’t get me wrong. You might not get fucked,” he continued, breathing starting to quicken as he approached his own orgasm. “But I’m claiming what belongs to me.” Rob’s eyes already wide and starry, managed to open even wider when he realized his son’s intent. His shaking, previously motivated by fear now shifted into a trembling excitement. He said no words, too overcome with sensation to talk, but Jake watched as his lips mouthed the word, YES.
The sight of his father’s acquiescence, the smell of sweat and cunt, the sounds of Rob’s noisy, dripping puss and raspy moans together proved to be Jake’s undoing. With a rough growl, his strokes ceased and his cock swelled as it spilled Jake’s cum deep inside his father’s asshole. Rob let out a surprised, “Ahh!!”, his own body seized once more, and with a cry that sounded nearly painful he was gushing his second orgasm onto his son’s teasing hand.
His head light from the rush of blood, Jake lost his balance, and collapsed on top of his father, a muffled “Umph!” pushed out of his mouth. The force of the landing unseated him from his dad’s body and his cock popped free from Rob’s gripping asshole, which spat out a small portion of the McManus family seed between their legs. Breathing heavily, Jake repositioned himself, letting his dad taking in some much needed air, before bringing his mouth to his father’s in a bruising kiss that Rob reciprocated eagerly. Jake’s hands gripped his father’s face, his wet hand spreading pussy juice all over the head of his old man. Neither man cared, too busy sucking face, and even leaning into it when Jake pulled back enough to take his own breath. Rob latched onto his son’s thumb, a look of glazed hunger in his eyes while he nursed on the digit, tasting both men.
“Damn, Dad,” Jake said, laughing a bit and waiting for his heartbeat to settle down to a more manageable timbre. He knew that look on Robert’s face and what it represented. “You aren’t done, are you? You need more?” Rob, his mouth full of thumb, nodded slowly, his tongue seeking out the thumb’s neighbors.
“Jahhkuhh…” he whimpered around his mouthful, pushing his hips upward, the signal clear. Jake gently laughed, still feeling a little lightheaded. I think I’ve created a monster.
He lifted his hips, freeing his cock from where it had been sandwiched between their bodies, still hard even after the recent orgasm. He positioned himself with his free hand, and taking a deep breath drove home into his dad’s sopping cunt.
The room quickly filled with the sounds of grunts and moans, dirty whispers into elderly ears and grateful cries of acceptance, all while the bed shook with the intensity of their lovemaking. Down the hall, Caleb, roused from slumber by the sounds of their frenzied coupling gurgled his displeasure at being so rudely awoken. Sometimes the adults could just be so damn noisy.
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V.
The warm water from the shower cascaded down Jake’s torso, washing away the smell of sex and sin from his pale flesh. Hours later, he felt oddly hungover, his head and muscles sore from the long night he spent tangled with his father in the sheets. The water was helping though and he could feel the tension in his tight limbs beginning to loosen just the little bit he needed to get through the rest of the day ahead. He rested his forehead against the wall, the damp tile cooling his heated brain.
The clock had run out. It was time to go back to school. Time to go back to a life of education and banality. Time to leave his father, if only for a short period of time. His hand bunched into a fist and he pumped it against the same wall. Not a true punch, but hard enough to send little, discomforting jolts up his arm and down his spine.
He climbed out of the shower and dried himself with as much efficiency as he could muster. There was no point in putting this off any longer than necessary. He imagined stepping out of the bathroom and finding Rob waiting for him, that now familiar expression of pained longing coming off him in waves. Then he imagined that same expression die on his father’s face and get replaced with The Mask, as he had taken to calling it in his mind. The “everything is great; no problem here” personality Rob walked around wearing. That wasn’t who his dad was, not with him. Not anymore.
When he finally took the plunge and stepped out of the bathroom and back into their bedroom, he found his clothes laid out in a vague person-like shape on the mattress: the t-shirt, hoodie, underwear, jeans, socks, and his sneakers at the foot of the bed. This was Rob’s doing no doubt. Ever dutiful. It was like staring at a man who had laid down and then melted away into the bedsprings leaving nothing but their mentionables behind. He ignored the queasy feeling it gave him, dressing as quickly as he could manage. He could hear the sound of cutlery faintly from the opposite end of house followed by a sharp, high-pitched giggle. Jake smiled. Daddy was feeding his baby boy.
When he stepped into the kitchen, he found Rob holding Caleb, rocking the small child while he hummed a tune that sounded familiar but that Jake couldn’t identify. He watched the pair from the hallway opening, taking in this small moment of domestic harmony, unnoticed. Then the moment passed and he stepped forward, alerting Robert to his presence. Rob turned toward Jake, a gentle smile on his face. He looked tired. Last night had taken as much if not more out of his old man than it had for Jake. But… he looked happy too. Content in a way he couldn’t remember Robert inhabiting in his many years growing up under the man’s thumb. Jake felt a small sense of giddy joy at the possibility that he might be responsible.
He stood where he was, suddenly feeling unsure of himself and how to proceed. He had everything he needed in his duffle bags, each one hanging from a shoulder. It was time to go. Rob must have sensed it too, because he raised his index finger, and motioned Jake forward.
“Heading out now, son?” Rob said, his voice still a little hoarse from last night. He clutched Caleb close to his chest, and Jake felt a swelling of emotion for his father and baby brother. He nodded to his father and bent forward to plant a tiny peck on Caleb’s forehead.
“See ya later, bro…” he whispered, and turned his attention to Rob. His dad looked very composed, all things considered. Which made sense. This was what Rob wanted after all. When Jake moved to step back, his father’s hand grabbed his own and pulled him close and into a tight embrace.
“I’m going to miss you, Jake,” he said, voice even and paternal. “These last few weeks have been awful special.” Jake managed a small smile. Talk about understatement of the century. He rubbed his hands up and down his father’s back, memorizing the feeling of the muscular shoulders, the one’s that used to carry him seemingly so easy when he was not much older than Caleb. He wanted to remember every curve, rise, and indentation for when he started to feel homesick. He was surprised when Rob had more to say.
“I love you so much, son. God, I love you more than anything in the world,” and now Rob sounded like he might start crying, which was making Jake want to cry too, and he sure as hell couldn’t have that. He squeezed Rob tight, planted a deep kiss on Rob’s neck, breathing in the fresh, soapy morning scent of Robert McManus, before reluctantly prying himself from his dad’s grasp. When he pulled back he gave his dad the largest smile he could muster in the circumstances.
“I’m coming home for break, old man. You aren’t getting rid of me…” he walked with purpose toward the front door, his hand grabbing the handle and turning as he added, “I’m in this for the long haul.” Then he quickly stepped past the barrier, not looking back, out into the crisp air and into his car. As he started the ignition and began to pull out of the driveway and onto the road, he could just make out the shapes of Rob and his brother behind the glare of the morning sun on the reflective glass of the living room window. They stayed there, silent and statuesque, as he drove away from the house that had never felt more like a home, their forms never moving until he lost sight of them as he barreled down the road. Jake rubbed his palm against his right eye, the skin coming back damp, and he couldn’t help but laugh a little
Damn, I’ve got it bad, he thought. Blinking away the tears, he turned up the radio to blasting volume and started the long journey back to his old life and maybe, if he was lucky, the start of something new and better at the end of the road.
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