@portclsnotes: As Requested

@portcls notes: as requested

There'd been a party and now here Ben was, waiting for his kid to get home or at least call him and ask him for a ride. Nothing came, and when Ben called, the phone had gone straight to voicemail. Things like this were enough to drive any father into a rage, but if he went down there and flew off the handle then he'd never heard the end of it from Jaime. His mammoth father throwing around a bunch of college kids because his son hadn't picked up the phone.

"The fuck happened to your phone?" Ben called out from the washroom as he finished brushing his teeth and spat in the sink. "Hey - I'm talking to you. Get that ass in here."

Jordan Buhat - Prom Dates

"That's my number one fan." His grin spread as he listened to the other talk about his night, Ben didn't love that Jaime was smoking weed but he was an adult and could make his own choice. "You're too good for them anyway," Ben noted as he looked down at the other, arms subtly flexing as Jaime's hands moved across them. Boundaries were already being crossed but it had been just them for so long, so what did Ben care? His throat was dry as Jaime breathed into the space between them, the faint scent of the night washing from the boy's lungs. "I'm just glad you got home safe," Ben would spare Jaime the lecture and instead found his hand settling against the side of his son's head, fingers threading through soft hair as he brushed the rough pad of his thumb against the other's forehead. Ben swallowed, feeling blood rush south. "You probably want to get ready for bed, huh?"

"Text me the date. I'll add it to my calendar.” Jaime noted. He was not into fitness himself, but he still made an effort to be there for his dad at every competition. He smiled softly, relieved that his father didn’t seem to be angry with him. “What? No, of course not. Never.” He held his father by his biceps and gave them a reassuring squeeze. “I just thought you were gonna lecture me for staying out late, then I remembered I’m not a kid anymore, so you technically can’t.” He teased. He rubbed his father’s arms and didn’t pull away, he enjoyed touching his muscles. “I didn’t do anything too dumb. I just smoked weed with some guys in a bedroom, but then they started making out and I left. They were too skinny for me. I blame you, you raised the bar too high.”

Michael Evans Behling - All American

Season 6, Episode 5: Trust Issues

Ben could feel Jaime's cock bulging through his boxers, rutting against Ben's abdomen with nothing but a thin bit of fabric separating them. "I-" he thought for a second, "there were a couple guys in college, but uh, you sure Jaime?" Ben asked, taking just a second to clarify, "Because I've been thinking about fucking you for months, but I ain't small." That was a truth that would be hard for Jaime to wrap his mouth around, let alone what Ben could only imagine had to be a tight ass. Ben sat up at height, looking down at his boy's flushed skin and parted lips. His fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers and pulled his hefty cock out enough so that it could bounce against his son's waist. "Why don't you show your daddy how bad you want it?"

Jaime froze for a brief moment and opened his mouth to apologize. He should not have kissed his father’s neck like that. He couldn’t help himself, he thought of an excuse but his panic was interrupted by the older male’s pleading words. His father was not reprimanding him, he wanted him too. “I'll stay.” He said quietly before their lips touched. His hands gripped his old man’s waist tightly as he deepened the kiss, his cock bulging under his boxers as he made out with his dad. “Fuck” he whimpered. “Sorry.” He added between kisses, out of habit. He pulled away from the kiss to gaze into his eyes, to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. “Have you ever been with a guy, dad?” He asked, “I want you to fuck me. Is that okay?” It wasn't okay, and he knew it, but he still wanted it.

Deft arms snapped quickly as Lyrion darted to his left, only to land in Harlow's right. The breadth of his sweaty frame bent against Lyrion's shorter frame as his arms wrapped around the miscreant and held him tight. "We can shower after. Together. Once every inch of you is good and covered." Harlow promised, defying every one of Lyrion's requests because as uppity as the other could act, Harlow was in charge here. Harlow's crotch pressed against the curve of Lyrion's backside, desire obvious as he breathed against the houseboy, breathing him in just as quickly. "You act like you didn't miss me at all. Can't you feel how badly I've been missing you?"

"Time spent mopping floors is less time I have for worshipping you." Lyrion continued to back away from Harlow, his confidence faltering as the he felt the cold granite of their counter poke his midback. "Stop making a mess." He darted to the left, hoping the sudden movement would disorient Harlow just enough to avoid being caught in his arms. "And go shower!"