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It started off Dean sat down on the floor and it was innocent and he didn’t mean anything by it at all. Just passed Dad another beer and sat down there and leaned his head back against the couch and Dad got to touching his hair, scratching his scalp, his fingers all through Dean’s hair and then feeling his eyebrows and his eyelids and his nose and his right ear and his jaw and the scruff growing there and he said it’s growing in good it’s looking good and Dean pushed his face into Dad’s knee and he was grinning. It was innocent and all the other times had been innocent and all the times after. Dad’s hand at his jaw, and then lower around his neck, and then he put it down the neck of Dean's t-shirt and he felt across Dean’s shoulders and his chest as if counting all the parts were here and accounted for and left his hand there for a while. That got Dean’s heart going a little but you get used to it and it turned to a warm good feeling all through him and he had no plans of moving, in fact he was falling asleep when Dad said come up here man.
So Dean got up. He planted his knees on either side of Dad's thighs and settled in his lap then he took off his own t-shirt in a cool way by pulling it over his head collar first. Dad looked up at him smiling with dark eyes like he liked what he was seeing and turned down the tv all the way. The beer in his hand was almost empty so Dean pulled it out and set it down carefully on the floor and made sure that was smooth too. He wanted Dad thinking how cool is this kid how composed and how smooth.
Now both of Dad’s hands were free and he put them up to Dean’s face and said slow come on come here and Dean braced his hands on the back of the couch and leaned down thinking there would be kissing now, but Dad he just held Dean’s face close so they were breathing each other’s air. Dean closed his eyes because he wasn’t trying to start anything. Hey bud Dad said hey baby how are you and Dean said what his throat croaking funny and Dad said how you doing dude talk to me and Dean said good good good how are you are you good did you like that? But his voice was dipping and jumping crazy and some words wouldn’t come out at all, just air caught in his throat. Dad laughed low and Dean said don’t laugh at me and Dad said I'm not laughing but Dean knew he was, he could feel it and it made his face hot and his eyes prickle and then Dad was kissing him.
He kissed Dean for a long minute tongue in his mouth and sweet whiskey taste and then kissed his chin and his cheek and there were only mouth sounds and the scratch of their beards together and Dad humming that sent a jolt all through Dean, all the way down to his balls. He was getting hard now, no helping it. Dad was too and he held onto Dean’s hips and kissed at his shoulders and down his chest and was biting a little at Dean's nipples which had Dean shaking really bad. He was shaking and working his hips rutting against Dad’s lap and Dad liked that. Dean felt him grinning, felt the shape of his teeth. He was kissing on Dean and saying oh baby buddy you’re so easy don’t gotta touch you you’re just ready to go. And it wasn’t just the words it was how he said them and his voice and the feel of them against Dean’s chest and his mouth at Dean’s throat. Not all that different from how he always talked but there was air to it, a little sing-song, a little lilt and the way he kept calling Dean baby. It pooled heavy between Dean’s hipbones and already it was leaking out of him. No need looking, he could feel the wet in his shorts and about thirty more seconds of this he was ready to shoot if only he could figure out what was the plan. Dad’s hands were all over him all over his back and his ass, he had his hand down the back of Dean’s boxers teasing and he looked up at Dean like how about that bud?
And fuck yeah Dean got on his back, his head jammed up against the hard armrest. Shimmied out of his boxers and opened his thighs wide to make room. Dad’s jeans were not even off all the way but his dick was out and it was huge and hard and he stroked it and looked down at Dean and there was a dark feeling in the room hanging over them of remember the silence like after last time. Can’t trust him the silence told Dean, but then Dad said look at you and he was grunting low on every breath and there was this look in his eyes. The whites of his eyes had this blue to them from the tv. In a blink he’d folded Dean up and jostled all the liquor inside him all the way back up to Dean's head and there was no thinking now. Look at that look at you Dad kept saying and calling him baby, and Dean was just nodding letting everything happen to him, letting Dad screw his thumb in then two of his fingers on nothing but spit, and it hurt like all motherfuck but Dean wanted it so bad he was saying yeah yeah fuck yeah fuck me, or tried to at least, and his voice was nothing like a man at all or a seventeen year old. Dad was inside him slow at first, not even the whole thing at first, just opening him up slow and groaning aw shit and sweetheart you’re so good to me and Dean was shaking to hear it and making these helpless sounds and his fingers were curled up by his head he didn’t know what to do with them, because Dad was inside him, really fucking him and fucking him hard and really good the kind that makes you sore after that you can feel in your guts. He was fucking Dean his whole weight pressing down and Dean’s legs were folded up, his knees by his shoulders and nothing to be done but take it and make these stupid baby animal sounds, that's what he sounded like or like a girl except he couldn’t even say any of those corny lines like I love your dick or I love your cock it hurt so good. But Dad had his number of course he did and Dean was breathing wildly anyways and really full on moaning and Dad said I got you baby buddy I got you and Dean felt the words hook somewhere in his chest and he had the sense of forever.