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That's my daddy!||FENZiDARk&xsayhellotosunshinex
"What time will you be getting home today?" For once, Lawrence Wellgreene was off for a few days, deciding to take his vacation time to clean and straighten up around the house, as well as just tend to some much-needed things. Being single and the sole provider of the house meant that Lawrence worked, a lot. He was a bank clerk in the day, and some evenings did cleaning at different businesses. But, it was all worth it for his pride and joy, his son. His late wife died a few months after his son was born, and now, 16 years later, whatever time wasn't working or cleaning or anything else, was his son. Lawrence would travel halfway across the world, just to make sure everything was okay for his little boy.
As he finished his son's breakfast, setting it down and also fetching his wallet for lunch money, he looked to the youth, smirking and leaning against the counter. The older male was rather tall - about 6'1" - and well-proportioned. He wasn't too stocky, but wasn't pencil thin, either. His jaw was a bit wide, and he had wide, dark brown eyes, and dark brown, straight hair to match. His hands were a bit large, and he mostly wore suits, and maybe the dressier casual stuff. That morning however, he decided to just stay in his pajamas, and a nice robe. "Just let me know when you're ready.." he murmured out, taking his coffee and heading to the living room. They lived in a pretty decent sized house, and the male had a backyard garden - another quick hobby. He sat down on the couch, and started to watch the morning news, catching up on what already was happening, and his stocks. |
The youth wasn't quite what you would call a morning person. He had stumbled out of bed at the beck-and-call of his dad, like he always did, but that didn't mean he wouldn't glare at the coffee machine while he waited for his own cup, or that he wouldn't stare at breakfast as if it would bite him for a good ten minutes. When his father talked to him, he'd look up with the most pathetic face he had; he didn't want to go to school today.
"'ll be home 'round two...'ill you be able ta pick me up or am I walking?" He slurred. Teddy Wellgreene was fairly thin but finely muscled; he did a lot of walking and was the proud owner of a fast metabolism. His own hair was dyed blond; it always was. He hated having brown hair because it just seemed so...plain. And, being born to two brunets, well, that left him brunet as well. His eyes, however, had lucked out; he had hazel instead of just brown. The boy lived to stick out in a crowd, and it was hard with the genes he was given. Which was why the blond in his hair was tipped with pink, reddish-pink and blue. "Dad, I really don' wanna go tadayy...I wanna stay home wiffou." Because, even when he did get to see his dad, sometimes he didn't feel like he had enough time with him to really feel much. Which was strange, because he had this overwhelming need to become his father's everything; seeing him in his robe and his PJs was something that set the boy off once his brain had clicked on. |
"Hon, don't you want to see all your friends? Do whatever you kids do nowadays..?" The male smiled to the youth, and stood back up, shutting off the coffee machine and pouring two cups. He also had a small, home esspresso machine, and some mornings used it. As he handed one cup to his son, already knowing exactly how he took his coffee, he sat down next to him, setting down the paper. "Well, I guess you could stay home today. But tomorrow, back to school.." Although Lawrence was more strict usually, he was just happy for a break, and so of course he was a little more relaxed.
The older male gently ran a hand through his son's hair for a moment, asking out, "What did you want to do today?" He was very plain, and still didn't really approve of what his son did to his hair, what he wore, listened to, and all that. But, he was from another generation, and he was a parent; of course he wouldn't like much of what his son did. Lawrence looked over as his cell phone rang, and seeing it was a co-worker, decided to take the quick call. He was done speaking in a few minutes, shutting it off and sighing lightly. As another friend was pushing him to do, he finally decided to invite someone for dinner; her name was Shirley, and she worked as a teller at the same bank. [/FONT] |
"I get to see them more than I see you, dad." He was starting to wake up, now that he had his first cup of coffee in him. He purred a little, holding the warm cup close and closing his eyes just a moment. "I dunno, we could do something cool and awesome, or we could hit the bookstore..." He paused, and figured this wouldn't be too weird coming from a son who had come out of the closet already, "Maybe take a bath or soak our feet or something. Just do something relaxing."
When the phone rang and he heard his father's plans, though, he grew indignant. He rose a brow a moment before sighing, "You know, on second thought, I'm going to be late." He set the coffee down carefully, not wanting to break his favorite cup, before heading off to his room to dress. He didn't like this idea, not at all. He didn't want his dad to start seeing some new chick. No, no, what he wanted was far, far away from that. He wanted his father all to himself, and not just as a needy son with no mother. He wanted to be his father's one and only; the only thing he needed to be alive, be it in a father-son fashion or as a sexual partner. And he wanted it bad. And if his dad was going to do something like this to him? I'll make him pay. He's not allowed to have any other women. I don't want him with another woman. If he's going to be like that, then I'll just...I'll have to act out. He already dislikes what I do...but if I do things my friends do, too...he'll be forced to spend more time with me. Score one for the brilliant mind of Me. |
"Relaxing sounds good.." the older man stated, trying to resume their conversation back to normal. He noticed the boy get up though, and sighing a bit decided to follow; maybe he could comfort him some at least. It wasn't like he really wanted to, anyway. He moreorless just invited her because of everyone else around him - minus his son.
"Ah, Teddy? Can I come in?" he asked out, retracting his hand and deciding to knock instead of barging in, like he used to. Lawrence read it in some parent's blog somewhere, and even though was usually very lenient, did know how to discipline when needed. He started to open the door, and stepping inside asked out, "I thought you wanted to stay home, with me?" It was very true that he barely saw any of his son, and was lucky to even watch him off to bed now. The older male sighed some, and combed a hand through his hair, adding softly, "And, I could always push dinner to a different night.." Lawrence was completely obvlivious to any of his son's real feelings, but still wanted his little boy to be as happy as possible. |
Teddy didn't seem happy about this one bit; for now, he could easily blame it on the 'she isn't my mother' syndrome that most kids went through when their single parent started dating again. All he needed to do was wait and use his opportunities to his advantage. And what was he doing right now? He was totally trashing this one and that would be bad. He sighed a little, letting crocodile tears that looked rather real slide down his cheeks.
"I...I d-do wanna spend time with you, d-dad...I just...don't know if I'm ready to see you with...someone else." He spoke softly, looking every bit the part of the upset son simply concerned about both of their well-beings. "And...I'm also worried a-about you...what if...what if she hurts you so bad you...you never come out of it?" Man, he was proud of his acting skills. |
Is that really how he feels?! Lawrence's eyes widened some, and he was absolutely buying the whole 'concerned, needy son.' He cleared his throat softly, and murmured out, "A-Ah, Ted, I never really wanted to, go out with her.." he started, softly raising a hand to comb back the youth's hair. He was so sweet, so concerned about his father's well-being, and it was a shame he didn't even consider his own son's. "Look, bud, I'll call Shirley back now. We're on for tonight instead, okay? Me and you. Maybe we can, catch up too." A soft, reassuring wink left his eyes, and he bent down for just a moment, pressing a quick kiss to his head. Maybe that would help 'console' the poor thing. However, the banker was starting to feel a little like something was up, but pushed it aside. He couldn't assume anything like that. The male walked from the room, lightly shutting the door behind him. And, just as he planned, called up the woman, and called off dinner. |
Hook, line, and sinker. He totally bought it. But none of Teddy's smugness showed on his face. He continued to look concerned and dreadfully pitiful, as if he were the lowest being on the planet and only seeking solace from the single person who just might give it to him. He definitely didn't seem at all like the conniving, crafty boy he could be known to be. He liked to get what he wanted and would use others to get it. Of course, his dad didn't know about that; no adults knew how manipulative he could be unless they knew they were being manipulated.
"O-okay.." He wiped at his crocodile tears, sniffling a little and trying to hide his shiver at the kiss. He gave a soft, sad smile, still looking on the verge of tears. There was no way something that pathetic could be plotting something, right? No way at all for a good father to think some poor, under-attentioned son searching for his father to take this as something evil. At least, he hoped so. After the door was closed, he wiped at his eyes and turned to his vanity, looking at himself. He wanted to look dead sexy, today, for his dad. He had tons of clothes his father knew nothing about. Letting your son go with his female friends to the mall for clothes meant he dressed normally when his dad saw him and in an awful lot less when he didn't. |
As the phone call ended, Lawrence felt a little better. Sure, he let down Shirley a bit, but she was just a friend. Couldn't be more important than his poor, attention-seeking son - to him anyway. And, probably any other youth could see through his act, but not the older man. Oh no. Lawrence finished his coffee, already tired from the morning, and just sighed a bit, figuring he could at least get dressed to go out. "Who knew being a single parent would be hard..?" The brunette stopped in his room, and pulled out basically his 'weekend' clothes; his closet was stuffed with suits, collared shirts, and the like, but he did have a few funner, and he even dare say 'hipper' clothes. Well, hip for a male nearing his 40's. He tugged on a slim-fitting, V-neck T-shirt, and some comfortable, but neat, dark blue jeans. He managed to find a track jacket underneath some other things in his drawer, and slipped it on, before plopping down on the bed, checking his email and phone for a few minutes until his son was ready. He never was one to rush, and basically lived for Teddy anyway. "Teddy, let me know where you want to go tonight... A favorite restaurant or something so I can make the reservations early..." His dark eyes looked up from the screen, his reading glasses sliding some on the bridge of his nose. |
The only thought on Teddy's mind as he got dressed was to impress but not come off as completely and utterly desperate, nor show too much skin. He knew how to be subtly sexy, and he knew what his father liked. He had been around his mom for a long time, and if she kept him loyal, he would just model his outfit after something she would wear.
Entering his father's room, he leant against the wall in a pair of strappy capris that hugged his butt and legs nicely, making his crotch a straight line between his thighs. His shirt hung off of one shoulder, showing a tank top beneath it, white with the black overshirt. His socks were long and black and white striped, and he wore his converse heels. His father probably wasn't aware of his secret love of crossdressing on occasion, but, hey, it would work. "I really like Genghis Grill." He offered, "Do you mind Mongolian food?" He questioned, smiling a little at the other. He was so cute with those glasses, and Teddy wanted to move over and kiss him, now. |
Now, any other father would probably freak at the sight of their son crossdressing in any sort, even if it were wearing just more feminine pants. Even if it seemed like they were. Not Lawrence though, of course not. Once again, his logic was 'let the child do what makes them happy - until it becomes more of a bad thing.' And besides, the brunette did like how the pants fit on his son. Wow, he has nice legs.. the male pondered, shooing away the thought once he realized who he was thinking of. But, Lawrence was a sucker for legs; his late wife had an amazing pair, and she was tall, too. Only an inch or so shorter than him.
"Mongolian? Sounds fine by me," He quickly looked up the place, and jotted down the number, figuring no one was even starting to open yet since it was so early anyway. "But, what are we doing now?" He finally stood, smirking some and walking up closer to the youth, hands finding their way in his pockets. The jeans were a little tight, but didn't show too much of anything off still. The brunette ran a hand through his hair, also finding the time to push his glasses back in their respective place, facing Teddy and standing a bit closer to him. |
Really, he did have nice legs; they were shapely and long. He was tall, as well, and still growing; a long body to match his long legs. He had long appendages in general without being gangly, and that was always a good thing.
He licked his lips and nodded, then paused for thought. What could they do? "We could go to the park or something for a while, mabe get some Mcky D's for breakfast?" He smiled, offering his hands for the other to hold. He liked looking at his father in clothes that weren't meant for the bank; it made him that much more interested in him. The shifting closer had the blond-pink-blue-magenta-headed teenager sucking in an anticipatory breath. He wanted his father to kiss him; his lips, more specifically. |
"A-Alright then," he murmured, and lifting a hand to comb through the boy's hair looked behind his shoulder, making sure he at least had his wallet with him. He was acutally getting used to his son's 'different' style, and liked it inwardly. Especially that day, for whatever reason. As the male walked past his son, and off to his car, he disregarded holding his hand, only to move his arm around the youth's shoulders. He was getting rather tall, but still wasn't over his height yet. Which, Lawrence was thankful for for the time being.
"I remember how much you used to like going to the park when you were little," he let out, chuckling some as they pulled into the drive-thru. The McDonald's wasn't far from the house, so, he got there relatively fast; now it was a matter of waiting in the line. The brunette was too lazt to get out himself. As his dark eyes looked to Teddy, he gently stroked the boy's back, before returning his hand to his lap. He grew up to be pretty handsome, and Lawrence was pleased with that. |
The boy pouted a little when the hand was ignored, but the arm around his shoulders was nice and he purred a little and nuzzled against his dad as much as he could, very happy with this. He loved his dad, but it was far more than any son should love his father. He really did, the more he was around him, want to be his everything. He'd show that Shelly or whoever that he was all his dad needed. Once they got home, he had a plan.
"I still like the park...and I brought my camera." He patted a rectangle in his pocket. "I'm in photojournalism, and I can use this to get some good pics and stuff, you know? I mean, I'm skipping, may as well do something vaguely school-ish." Teddy smiled some, licking his lips. "Mm...that felt really good. Do you think you can rub my back sometime today? You have magic fingers." And he sometimes wondered if they were magical in other ways. |
"Well that's good, I'd hate for this day to be completely wasted.." He laughed some, eyeing the square object in his pocket. Absently, too, his eyes wandered to his crotch area for a moment, but flitted back up, and he moved up some. The male had no idea what his son was scheming, but he was planning out some stuff of his own. He'd have to go for someone behind his son's back, because well... He was a little tired of being single all the time; maybe he'd just find a casual date, or something.
After ordering for them, he kept his steady pace through the line, paying and getting their breakfast. He wasn't usually a fastfood person, so a large coffee was just fine for him. He took a sip and started to place it in a cup holder, brushing his hand on his son's thigh lightly. "Ah? A massage... Well, I guess I could. Looks like someone's getting spoiled today.." The brunette laughed some, and started toward the city's park, which was rather large, and one of the more popular spots to roam for the both of them. "I did used to study massage therapy back during college.. Probably why they're so 'magical'." Lawrence was happy he at least thought that, and gave a soft, silent wink to his son, adjusting his glasses. They were there soon enough, and as he walked slowly with the youth asked out, "How are you classes going, anyway?" he knew the report cards were coming soon, and even though he cared, barely paid attention to them most of the time. |
He laughed a little as well, his own mind wandering back to his father in his pajamas as he stared out the car. There would soon be no need for going behind his back; he'd be the one making sure his father wasn't lonely, in as many ways as he could. He would definitely make sure not to scare him off, too; he had already seen that his father was checking him out a little from time to time, and he intended to do more for that.
"Mm...I can give you one, too. I'm not the best, like you are, but I can definitely try." And he was much better at massaging more...sensitive things than backs. But he would show that off, later. "And I love that you studied that...I wanna know more." Once they got to their spot, he pressed close to his father again and led the way to the playground. "Mm...I've got A's and B's." He offered, smiling a little. "Wanna play with me?" He'd say that a little later, too, in a different context, later. "We can swing and stuff later, but for now I kinda wanna do the standing teeter totter." Because it was fun and he'd get to show off his rear with how he did it. |
"Really? Well, I can teach you something then I guess, later on tonight..." The male chuckled some, and easily slid an arm around his son's waist. He didn't realize the closeness really, and moreorless just convinced himself that it was only natural; he was his blood afterall. As the male watched his son, he shrugged, realizing how long it had been since he even did anything at the park. "Oh, o-okay..." I totally took that wrong.. he thought to himself, face flushed for a moment as he rubbed the back of his neck, following the youth to the teeter totter.
He stood across from him, and asked out, "So, what's your secret? How do you do it?" His eyes glinted some in the warm light, and smiling crossed his arms for just a moment. The other's shirts weren't too short or anything, but he kind of wanted to see a little more of the boy. Couldn't be that weird, right? |
I'll teach you some stuff, later, too. He offered in his brain, smiling a little. "Mm...I can't wait." He loved to do things with his dad, especially when he could make himself extremely sexy for no reason. Well, he supposed he did have a very important reason.
"Mm...well, Tim and I figured out that if one person's backwards and the other is forward, that it works better, somehow." He smiled, "You face me, and I'll face away, okay?" It seemed innocent as all get out as he stood on the thick, rubber-covered bar at the base and took hold of the green metal handles. He waited to be lifted by his dad's weight, only hoping that this would work out well for him. |
"Oh yeah..? Well, hopefully this works out.." Now, while he did think something was up with this situation, the male just tucked it aside, figuring that he'd ask about it later; now he was 'having fun' with his beloved son. The male stood up on the teeter totter, letting his weight make the difference for a moment. And, it was rather fun, and it was a very swell view of Teddy. And, while he didn't do much sports or anything, he seemed so fit, and so strong... Am I, fantasizing about my Teddy? Lawrence had been a while without a parter, being his wife died some time ago. And, self pleasure just wasn't, his thing. Maybe that was the only reason why?
He became more comfortable, but as they slowed down some, he called out, "Hey, I kinda also wanted to do some, sliding too.. May as well kick in the child side of me, right?" |
During their rocking back and forth, Teddy had leant forward, letting his rear be perfectly shown off by his tight pants. He looked nice, to say the least. He had a butt, and it was definitely really toned and he took care of it. And, when he bent that way, there was a decent amount of his back that had come into view. I wonder what he's thinking of me?
He blinked a little, but that sounded just perfect. "Can we go together on the huge one?" There was a slide that was at least as tall as the middle of their house, and it took a while to go down, even for a slide. "Like we used to when I was younger?" He still hated heights. |
The male just smugly smiled, chuckling and nodding as he murmured, "If you're not too afraid to," He easily got off of the totter, crossing his arms and waiting for his son to walk with him. Lawrence walked with the youth, and placed a gentle hand around his, still making sure to keep a normal distance.
They reached the slide, and the brunette suggested, "Why don't you climb first..?" Now, he really did just want to follow, figuring that it would be helpful when the other started to freak out, but he'd get a nice view from underneath, too. He easily started walking up, occasionally looking back down, or urging the youth to continue stepping forward. "I'm right behind you, bud," he softly cooed out, "Don't worry.." |
"I'm not afraid!" But, really, he was terrified. Heights scared him so bad, but holding his father's hand seemed to quell them, some. He smiled a little, even, as they headed to the death trap known as the Big Slide. His palms began to sweat and his other hand shook slightly; he looked honestly scared.
"A-alright." He nodded, heading up first and whining a little. However, in a matter of moments, his rear was right in Lawrence's face. He climbed slowly, more hesitant the closer to the top they got. Soon, he had stopped and stayed there, eyes slammed shut and body shaking. He didn't know if he could go any further. |
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