Chapter 2

As we barrelled down the motorway in my old, banged up second hand car I could feel Ash getting more and more anxious with every mile that racked up. Around half an hour ago he'd put it in his earphones while he stared out of the passenger window and I could hear upbeat k-pop music spilling out into the car and mixing with the sounds of passing traffic and the running engine. He'd been nervous about this trip for weeks and I'd had to spend a lot of time trying to keep him calm and reassuring him that everything would be fine. It had been two months since that fateful night that we had been intimate for the first time and I felt my heart start to race a little as I thought back to the moment I'd first seen him in his lingerie. Adjusting my cock in my trousers, I refocused on the road ahead, periodically glancing over at my best friend turned boyfriend as we drove. We passed a road sign as we approached our junction,saying that there was only ten miles to go until we reached our final destination. I could see his hands shaking slightly as his breathing got heavier, the telltale signs of an oncoming panic attack. He was doing his best to calm himself and I kept a careful watch over him as I drove, keeping an eye out for safe places to pull over if we needed to.

It was hardly surprising that he was so anxious, up until now, our relationship has been a total secret, only the two of us knew about the romantic and sexual bond we had formed. During the day, we went about our lives as normal, going to classes, the gym, grocery shopping, attending social functions with our classmates, acting as if we were nothing more than childhood friends. Our flat had become our sanctuary, our safe haven, where we could be ourselves away from prying, judgemental eyes. We’d shower together, eat together, cuddle and watch television together and of course, have sex, wonderful, intimate, romantic and sometimes extremely dirty sex. Ash had really bloomed over the past two months, settling into the role of a doting boyfriend, making sure I was always well fed and taken care of and in return, I protected him and kept him safe, holding his precious, bandaged heart in my hand and making sure that no-one would ever hurt him again.

He was almost always in Femboy mode at home, unless he was sick or particularly tired and it was easy to tell when he wanted some extra attention as he'd slip into something more revealing and provocative to catch my attention. We’d engage in a little game where I pretended to be clueless as he pranced around the flat in barely anything, bending over to show me his arse, fluttering his eyelashes at me and making suggestive comments to try and get a rise out of me. Sometimes when he really wanted to be dominated he'd start being deliberately bratty, refusing to clean up after himself and engaging in pointless minor arguments. We both knew what he wanted of course and once the tension had built up enough, I'd give him the hard fucking he so clearly needed as he apologised repeatedly for his bad behaviour, although we both knew he'd do it all over again the next time he wanted a thorough pounding. My cock swelled in my trousers thinking about all our sexy antics together over the past few weeks, but now was the time to push that down, he needed a loving partner and friend right now. ‘Daddy’ could, and certainly would, come out at a later time, but for now he needed to remain

[dormant.

As

](http://dormant.As) we pulled into the outskirts of town, he reached out to find my hand on the gearstick, holding onto me for support while continuing to stare out of the window. His breathing seemed slower and more measured now which made me relieved. He always seemed to relax more when he was touching me, like I was his safety net and just knowing I was there always made him feel better. Physical contact was definitely one of his love languages and we were almost always connected at the hip when we were at home, but now we were venturing out into the big wide world, more specifically our home town and as we pulled onto my parents driveway he finally pulled out his headphones and looked over at me. He was trembling like a leaf, lip quivering in poorly restrained fear. My heart almost burst with sadness and I reached over to pull him close to me.

“It'll be okay baby,” I promised, “and I'll be right here beside you the whole time.”

“Do you really think we need to tell them?” Ash asked in an almost pleading tone. He'd been hesitant ever since I'd suggested the idea, but I knew deep down it was for the best and so did he.

“We’ve talked about this,” I answered, trying my best not to sound frustrated. “I don't mind keeping our relationship a secret at university, but I can't lie to my parents. They'll see right through me and you know how understanding they are. It'll be fine, and even if it's not, I'll still be here for you, always.”

Ash leaned forwards, pressing his forehead against mine, eyes closed as he took long, deep breaths, fingers interlocked with mine as we sat in the silent car. “Okay. Let's do it,” he said, “I trust you baby.”

We shared a quick kiss before getting out of our respective doors, each looking around to see if anyone had noticed as I locked the car. It was such a rush, being intimate like this in public, but we were still afraid of the potential repercussions, as if some homophobe was going to jump out of a bush at any moment to hurl slurs at us. We walked to the door side by side and while I had my keys with me, I knocked regardless, waiting to be greeted by my parents.

The door was flung open as mum leapt forwards to wrap us both up in a huge cuddle, kissing us both on the head as she fussed over us, my dad leaning on the door frame with a kind smile on his face. “Oh I'm so happy to see you!” Mum exclaimed in between various excited hugs and squeezes. “How was your trip? Studying hard? Met any girls yet?” she asked in a chaotic stream of questioning that neither of us even had a chance to answer.

“Okay love, let the boys breathe for a second,” Dad said with a chuckle as he stepped out of the house and took his mum by the arm to pull her back from us for a moment. “Good to see you lads,” he said, rustling my hair while he gave Ash a warm smile. “Hope my Bruce hasn't been getting you into any trouble?” he asked Ash, with a raised eyebrow.

“N… no,” Ash replied, as his cheeks flushed red, quite the opposite Mr Marston!”

Dad laughed, “how many times do I have to tell you Ash, you don't need to be so formal, you can call me Neil, you know that!”

“Yeah, I do, sorry Neil,” Ash replied with a little smile as my dad stuck out his hand for a masculine handshake, my boyfriend's petite digits quickly engulfed by his tough, working man's hands. Despite them basically being his surrogate parents, he still had trouble accepting them as his own, not from any lack of love, but in my opinion, from fear of being rejected after his own parents had abandoned him so many times. A lifetime of being let down has got to result in you expecting it after a while.

“Come in, come in!” mum insisted, gesturing towards the house with her arm to welcome us in, “you boys must be so hungry after your journey and I've got a roast in the oven for tea!” she explained. Mum had always loved being a parent, it was what she lived for, which was partially why she'd so willingly accepted Ash into our home. She was the perfect housewife, cooking and cleaning to make sure her boys were well taken care of, but she was far from an outdated stereotype. She was a published poet and had actually won a few awards over the years and in truth, while dad came across as more gruff and stoic, it was mum who wore the trousers in the relationship. She ushered us both inside before heading off the kitchen to check on the food. “Cup of tea fellas?’ she asked, head sticking through the kitchen door, a beaming smile on her face, absolutely overjoyed that her babies were home. We, of course, gladly accepted her offer.

Myself, Ash and Dad took a seat in the living room, me and Ash on the larger sofa and my dad on the little two seater on the opposite side of the room. We talked for a couple of minutes, Dad ranting about the current fuel prices for most of it, before mum came bustling in with a tray of mugs. She doled them out to each of us before taking her place next to Dad, giving him a glance which subtly said ‘shut up Neil, you're boring everyone with your incessant petrol price chatter,’ making him instantly clam up. Mum had always had a way of conveying things with just a look and it instantly made me feel at home seeing how they were with each other. I couldn’t help but consider whether any of their habits had carried over to my relationship with Ash and without even thinking, I placed my hand on his thigh before quickly withdrawing it. Mum definitely noticed, but seemed to decide not to say anything as she bombarded us with questions about university life. We sat like that for the next twenty minutes, happily chatting away and I could tell that Ash's anxiety had lifted a little now that we were here.

Before we knew it, mum was getting up from the sofa to finish off our evening meal and the three of us joined her in the kitchen to try and assist as best we could. It was pretty cramped in there, but it allowed me to stand next to my boyfriend, soothingly stroking his back in between assisting my parents in plating up all the food. Once we had all been served, we funneled into the dining room to tuck into one of mum's famous roast dinners. A perfectly cooked chicken, crispy roast potatoes, stuffing, an assortment of veggies and generous lashings of gravy had me salivating in anticipation. I loved university life, the independence, the freedom, the new experiences, but if there was one thing I'd missed more than anything, it was my mother's cooking.

We all tucked in and for a few minutes, we mainly focused on eating, but conversation was quickly struck up again by my dad, who apparently had a burning question on his mind.

“So then my lad,” he opened warmly, “what are the girls like at uni then? Seen anyone that takes your fancy?” He asked, shooting me a cheeky wink as he waited for my response. Months earlier, before I'd left, he'd sat me down and had a long chat with me about living alone, being self-sufficient and giving me tips on how to navigate the big wide world, but mostly, he'd told me about his student antics back in the day. He'd made it clear that he was hardly a lothario, but before he'd met mum, he'd certainly had his fair share of conquests. I wonder if part of him was living vicariously through me, watching me go off to indulge in the pleasures that could only come from a bunch of young, excited and inexperienced people being **** together while trying to complete their studies. I'd seen a gleam in his eye that I hadn't seen before during that conversation and it still crossed my mind every once in a while. I didn't doubt for a second that he loved mum unconditionally, but nostalgia is a powerful thing, especially as you get older. That same glint was in his eye as he looked across the table at me, waiting expectantly for my answer.

“There's plenty of nice girls,” I commented, glancing over at Ash before continuing, “but I'm trying to focus on studying you know? Plenty of time for girls in the future.” I was happy with my answer, measured without bringing any suspicion on myself and Ash, although, before we left, the cat would be out of the bag regardless.

“That's my good boy,” Mum said proudly, reaching over to give my hand a squeeze before continuing with her meal.

“How about you then Ash?” Dad asked with a raised eyebrow, “any love in your life at the moment?”

“Not really,” Ash replied shyly, “I'm trying to study, same as Bruce.” He took a poorly timed bite of his roast potato as dad responded in a jovial tone.

“Two young guys living together with no hint of a woman to be seen? It's enough to make people think you two are gay or something.”

Ash nearly choked in shock as the potato tried to go down the wrong pipe, gasping and spluttering as he tried to breathe. Mum and Dad looked incredibly alarmed and I quickly sprung into action, slapping Ash hard on the back repeatedly until finally, with a big cough, the offending chunk of carbohydrates flew out of his mouth, landing in the gravy boat with a satisfying plop. Ash sucked in air hungrily, giving me a grateful look as mum fussed over him. “Oh my goodness sweetie, are you okay?” She asked anxiously, pouring my boyfriend a glass of water and handing it to him so he could take a few sips.

“Y… yeah, I'm okay,” Ash replied through labored breaths, “Thanks Bruce,” he said sweetly, squeezing my thigh under the table as our eyes met.

“Sorry son,” Dad said, an element of surprise in his voice, “I was only joking.”

“It's okay Dad,” I replied quickly, “I think Ash was just taken aback by your joke, that's all.”

“Yeah, that's right, exactly like Bruce said” Ash replied, giving Dad a smile to try and allay his fears.

“Good…, good,” Dad replied before turning his attention back to his plate, not sounding entirely convinced.

We resumed our meal in relative silence and Dad seemed somewhat reserved, probably because he'd nearly just accidentally killed his son's best friend and his borderline second son. Mum was trying to appear casual, but every time she looked up from her plate she was looking at me or Ash. That might not seem strange, but I knew my Mum well and I could see the cogs whirring in her mind. Whether it was my unintentional display of intimacy earlier or what Dad had joked about, it had clearly put an idea in her head and she was now trying to size us up. There was no way to communicate this to Ash, so I did my best to act ‘normal’ as we all finished our food.

There was still an awkward tension in the air as we chewed in the last morsels of our meal and to everyone's surprise, especially mine, Ash was the one to speak up. “So you're still putting up with Neil then Pippa?” he asked with a cheeky smile on his face. There was a moment of silence before we all burst out laughing, mum clutching a hand to her chest as she giggled girlishly.

“Yes, I am, for my sins!” she joked back, reaching out to take Dad's hand and giving it a little squeeze.

“We can always get a divorce, there's still time,” Dad interjected with a sarcastic smile on his face and we all laughed again, happy that the awkward moment had passed.

“Sweetie, can you help me clear away the dishes?” Mum asked me as she stood up, her plate and glass in hand.

“Sure,” I replied, getting up to help her.

“And honey, didn't you need a hand with the boxes in the garage?” she asked. Dad looked a little confused for a second, before realization dawned on his face.

“Oh yeah, I do, mind giving me a hand Ash?” he asked, “there's just a couple of things that need moving.”

“Okay Neil, no problem,” Ash replied, the two of them getting up from the table and making their way out of the dining room. Before he left, my boyfriend turned back to say something to Mum. “Thank you for the food Pippa, it was so good!” he said sweetly, with a cute little smile that made me want to cover him in kisses right there and then.

“Yeah Mum, it was so good, I've really missed your cooking,” I added, putting my arm around her waist and giving her a little squeeze.

“Oh you two!” she replied with a happy smile, “you're just too sweet! Now run along Ashley, Neil will be waiting for you!” Ash made his way outside to the garage as myself and Mum set about cleaning up, carrying all the plates, glasses and cutlery into the kitchen. She asked me to wash up the pots and pans while she unloaded the dishwasher and we happily got on with our respective tasks until Mum spoke up.

“It's so good seeing you honey.”

“You too,” I replied, hands covered in suds, dunked in the lukewarm water in the sink.

“But I can't help feeling like there's something different about you. Like something's changed…,” she explained calmly before bending down to extract some plates from the washing machine's rack. I did my best to stay calm and collected, suddenly intensely interested in the bottom of the saucepan I was scrubbing.

“Oh, really?” I asked. I couldn't tell her like this, I promised Ash we would do it together, but I was getting more and more worried that she'd already rumbled us.

“Yes, I think so.” Mum said as she took a step closer to me, looking at me intently. “Maybe it's just that you're living alone now? You're certainly not a little boy any more,” she added, gently rustling my hair as she walked past me to put the crockery in its place in the cupboard.

“Yeah, that must be it!” I added, sighing in relief. That was a close one and I could feel myself getting more anxious as I felt the fateful moment approaching. We continued our tasks without much issue, tidying everything away and leaving the pots to dry before heading back towards the living room. “I'll go and check if they need any help,” I explained to mum before heading outside and into the garage, its large metal door open wide and the sound of strained grunting coming from inside. “You guys okay?” I asked as I stepped inside, taking in the view of my dad and my boyfriend, one on each end of a long wooden box, faces red, sweat on their brow, straining to lift it onto a shelf against the wall.

“Give us…, a hand…, lad!” Dad managed to grunt out as I rushed over, bracing the center of the box and pushing it upwards. It was still a struggle, but between the three of us, we managed to finally get it safely nestled alongside the other boxes. I could tell Ash had been struggling, bless him, he'd gotten a little stronger since he'd started joining me at the gym, but he was still only small, tiny compared to both me and my dad, but he was determined too and I was proud of him for sticking at it.

“What the hell was in there? A ton of bricks?” I asked, drawing a chuckle from my dad.

“Not too far off, it's all your mum's books from the attic,” Dad explained with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. Since I had moved out, Mum had been on a DIY binge, painting, decorating, carpeting and her most recent venture, insulating the attic to get the energy bills down. Dad had been looking forward to a relaxed life now that it was just the two of them at home and he was still clearly a little upset that his evenings and weekends weren't being spent golfing, fishing, at the pub or watching the footie. “I'm going to head back inside, I need a drink after all that hard labor, you coming lads?” he asked as he walked out of the garage, turning to face us.

“We’ll be there in a minute, we just need to grab our bags from out of the car,” I explained. Dad gave us a tired looking smile before heading back into the house, leaving us alone for the first time since we'd arrived at the house. I reached out and gently took Ash's hand as he rubbed his thumb against the back of my palm, taking a moment to just enjoy the comfort of each other's company. “Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, your Dad felt really bad about what he said, he apologized a bunch as soon as we got out here,” he explained. “I know he didn't mean anything by it.”

“But he was right though, wasn't he?” I joked, making Ash blush cutely. Checking that there was no-one outside the garage that might notice, I gave him a peck on the cheek, giving his perky little bum a squeeze as he blushed an even deeper shade of red.

“Be careful,” he hissed softly as his eyes darted back and forth to make sure nobody was watching from outside, although I could tell from the desperation in his voice that he was loving the attention and wished that we could go further.

“You’re so cute,” I whispered softly into his ear before remembering that we needed to talk before heading back inside. “Listen, I think Mum might be onto us,” I explained, voice wavering a little as I spoke. I’d been doing my best to keep up a strong front for Ash’ sake, but I couldn’t deny that I was still scared to tell my parents about our relationship.

“What do you mean?” Ash asked, eyebrows shooting up, alarm and concern written all over his face.

“Well, she noticed me putting my hand on your leg earlier. Then dad made that joke and she said I seemed different while we were cleaning up.” I explained. “She’s always been the more observant of the two of them, dad’s pretty clueless, but I think we need to tell them now, before she works it out for herself.”

I could see the panic in Ash’ eyes as his mind raced, working through all the possible outcomes of confessing our secret to Mum and Dad. He squeezed my hand a little tighter, moving closer to me so he could feel my body against him. His breathing was heavy and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. I wrapped my arm around his waist, no longer caring if anyone saw as he nuzzled his head into my chest. We stood there for a minute, hearts beating together, only the sound of our breathing filling the air until eventually he calmed down a little. “Okay, if you're sure,” he whispered, “I trust you Bruce.”

“Good boy,” I whispered softly, kissing him on the forehead as he squeaked with delight at my affirmation. “Let's go inside, whatever happens, I've got you, remember that okay?”

“Mhm,” Ash replied, nodding happily, those soulful deep eyes and cute smile of his making my heart skip a beat as butterflies danced in my stomach. It was time to face the music together. We made our way out of the garage and I rolled down the door before heading inside. As we walked into the living room, Mum looked over to us and she instantly knew something was up. Dad on the other hand had his head buried in the local paper, probably reading an article about our local teams fixture that weekend. Taking our place next to each other on the sofa, mum's eyes needled us both as she inched forwards a little in her seat. Turning to Dad, she batted him gently on the arm to get his attention and he put down his paper as they both looked at us, expectantly.

“Everything okay boys?” Mum asked warily. I sighed deeply, glancing at my partner for strength before speaking.

“We have something we need to tell you.” I said as firmly as I could, Mum taking Dad's hand in hers as she waited to hear what we had to say. “We're a bit nervous about it,” I explained, “but we didn't want to lie to you both. We hope you can accept us, even after we tell you.”

“We’ll always love you both, won't we honey?” Mum asked, turning to Dad to get his confirmation, he looked a little wary, but nodded in response before I continued.

“You know that me and Ash have always been close, right?” I asked. They both nodded in response. I could tell Mum wanted to reply but was biting her tongue, letting me get out the words I needed to say. “Well, ever since we've moved away, we've gotten even closer…,” I said, trailing off, a little unsure how to continue. Both mum and dad's eyebrows had slowly been raising as we spoke, mum's eyes wide, her pupils dilated. She surely knew what I was going to say at this point, but still waited patiently for me to say the words. I took Ash's hand, interlacing my fingers with his, the touch of the man I loved strengthening my resolve. “I'm just going to say it. Mum, Dad…, Ash isn't just my best friend, he's my…, my boyfriend.”

Silence. Deafening silence. I could see them both processing what I'd said, their minds racing as they tried to comprehend what was happening. Ash squeezed my hand tighter, sweat forming on his palm as the seconds dragged on, my anxiety rising with every passing moment. Tears were welling up in Mum's eyes, but I couldn't read Dad's expression at all. Without saying a word, Mum dashed up off the sofa, crossing the room in a flash and wrapping her arms around us both. The tears were flowing now as she kissed us both on the cheek as our eyes were both getting damp too. She didn't need to say anything, her embrace told us everything we needed to know, but after a minute of holding us, she loosened her grasp, kneeling in front of the sofa, wiping her cheeks of tears before speaking.

“Oh boys,” she said croakily, “you know we’ll always love you, don't you?” she asked and we both nodded and smiled back at her. “I did always wonder if there was something more between you two, but I didn't want to ask.” She took our hands as she looked at both of us, love overflowing from her. This had gone better than I could have imagined. “So…, how long?” she asked cautiously, clearly not wanting to overstep and ask too much too soon.

“A couple of months,” Ash said, smiling softly as a tear rolled down his cheek, partly from the relief of being accepted after weeks of worrying. “He treats me so well Pippa, I really love him…,” he explained before trailing off. I could see the pride in Mum's eyes as she heard Ash's words, pulling us into another tight embrace, one of our heads over each shoulder as she softly stroked our hair, just like she would do when we were younger to comfort us. Ashley had been afraid to accept love from her at first, not knowing how to due to his strained relationship with his own mother, but over time, he would let her in more and more, going straight to her for cuddles and reassurance in tough times. It was nice to see her still standing by her ‘adopted’ child all these years later, but there was a problem. As I looked over at Dad, he looked confused, conflicted and unsure. He rose up from the sofa, grabbing his keys and phone. As he walked to the door, we all looked at him, mum turning to face him.

“I'm erm…, going to the pub,” he explained, voice cracking, unable to look me or Ash in the eye. He headed out of the room and we heard the door close behind him a few seconds later, leaving us all sat in silence. Terror rose up inside me as Ash wrapped his arm around me. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, both afraid that Dad wasn't going to be as accepting as Mum.

“I know this looks bad, but he'll be okay, boys. Trust me, just give him some time,” Mum reassured us before standing up from the floor. “I'll make us a brew to help calm us all down, okay?” she said, heading into the kitchen and leaving us alone for a few minutes.

I turned to Ash, gently stroking his cheek with my hand. I could feel him trembling ever so softly, but he was still smiling. I leant forward to kiss him softly. Our first kiss in the home we both grew up in. It felt extra special for some reason and when we parted he was holding onto my wrist, our foreheads pressed together as we stared deep into each other's eyes. “Are you alright?” I whispered softly, concern dripping from every syllable.

“Yeah, I am” he replied quietly. “Do you think your Dad will be okay?”

“I hope so,” I replied. It had always been Dad's reaction I was most worried about. He was a good man, kind and hard working, but he also had clear ideas of what he expected me to be. When I was younger, he’d hoped I'd be some kind of footballing prodigy and while I was a decent player, I wasn't anything special. Being from an older generation, he had certain ideas about what being a man was and while he'd never been outwardly homophobic, I did often wonder how he would react to such a revelation. Of course, up until the last couple of months, that wasn't something I'd had to worry about, but Mum was probably right. He needed time, but that wasn't going to make the wait any easier.

Mum came back after a couple of minutes with a tray holding three mugs, a teapot, milk and sugar. We were still holding hands when she entered and out of instinct, we quickly withdrew from each other. As she set down the tray on the table, she looked over at us. “Don't stop on my account you two, I think it's sweet honestly,” she explained before pouring us all a drink. Now that we were a little more comfortable being ourselves, we sat hand in hand, talking with Mum about how we had gotten together and adjusted to living together as a couple. She had a lot of questions, understandably, but she did her best to be respectable and not cross any lines. I could tell how excited she was. I'd only ever brought home a girl once, Sienna, back when I was 14. She was pretty, with sparkling blue eyes and long black hair. We'd gone to the cinema on a date and saw each other for a little while, but it didn't work out, we just didn't really click. Young hormones running wild, but nothing of substance behind it. We continued to talk as it got later and later, all of us regularly glancing at the clock, wondering when Dad would return home and what he would have to say when he did.

Eventually, we all decided it was best to head up to bed. It had been a long day and we were all tired, Mum letting out an especially big yawn as the clock ticked past nine thirty. We both gave Mum a big hug before we headed up to my room, her reassuring us that she loved us both very

[much.

It

](http://much.It) was strange being back in my old bedroom again. Posters I had put up as a teenager lined the walls, my PC where I had written my first computer programs still sitting under my desk where I had left it and I felt strangely nostalgic despite only having been gone for a few months. The last time me and Ash had shared this room, it had been as best friends, but now it was so much more than that. Mum had made the bed up for us and it looked absolutely pristine, to the extent that it would almost be a shame to sleep in it. Opening up our bags, we got changed into our nightwear and made our way to the bathroom for our nighttime routine. We both brushed our teeth and Ash applied the numerous moisturizing agents and other tinctures he swore kept him looking young and cute. I couldn't really disagree and while we carried out our ablutions in relative silence, we exchanged numerous little glances and smiles. By the time we finally snuggled up together in bed, it was almost ten and I pulled Ash’ tiny body close to mine. We were both tired from the journey and a stressful day and just as it seemed like we would fall asleep, the front door opened with a mighty bang, startling us both. Ash pulled himself close to me, scared of what was to come as we heard my Dad's footsteps coming up the stairs and approaching my door. “It's okay,” I reassured him, although my own nerves were rising just as much as his were.

The door opened, dad's silhouette outlined by the landing light behind him before he stepped into the low lamplight of my room. The smell of whiskey wafted in and it was clear that he'd had a few drinks during his time away. He looked a little surprised to see us cuddled up in bed together, but he quickly shook it off as he saw how nervous and scared we both looked. “Hey boys,” he said with a slight slur before taking another step into the room, “Ashley, do you mind if I talk to my son for a minute?” Before he could answer, Mum was standing behind him, hearing the ruckus and arriving on the scene to make sure everything was okay.

“Are you alright Neil?” she asked cautiously, grabbing his arm.

“Yeah, I'm fine darling,” he replied, giving her hand a squeeze. “Ashley was just going to give me and Bruce some time to talk, weren't you son?” he asked. It was clear that it wasn't a question and more of an instruction, but delivered in a calm and measured way, so as not to come off as intimidating.

“Erm, sure,” Ash replied hesitantly, climbing out from under the covers and walking over to the door, eyes not leaving Neil's the whole time. Once he reached my mum, she guided him down the landing and towards their bedroom, leaving me and Dad alone as he closed the door behind him. He walked over to me with a slight sway until he reached the foot of the bed.

“Can I sit?” He asked.

“Sure,” I replied, sitting up and holding the duvet over me, as if it was some kind of protective shield. It was time to find out whether he was going to accept me and Ashley's relationship or not. My heart was pounding in my chest, so much so that I wondered if Dad could hear it in the quiet of my room as he mustered up the words he wanted to say.

“I'm sorry for storming out,” he started, “I was just surprised and didn't know how to feel.” He was looking down at the floor, hands clasped together as he spoke. This clearly was very important to him and he didn't want to get it wrong. The **** certainly wouldn't help him in terms of being coherent, but maybe a little Dutch courage would power him through. “Ever since you were born, I had an idea of how you would grow up. I thought you'd be like me, a chip off the old block, y’know,” he said, glancing up at me and giving me a little smile. “But as you got older, I realized you weren't going to be just like me. You were going to be your own person. I thought it was a little strange, your and Ashley's friendship. Spending so much time together, sharing a bed and all. But your mother told me that it was okay, that it couldn't be helped and that I shouldn't worry about it, so I listened to her.” He rubbed his temple, sighing before he continued. “What I want to say is, I don't necessarily understand you being with another boy. It wasn't as common when I was young, but one thing is true, I'll never stop loving you and you'll never stop being my son.” He looked up at me now, tears in his eyes. I'd only ever seen him cry a handful of times in my life, he was a stoic man, ‘old fashioned’ in a lot of ways, but seeing him emotional like this made me tear up too. “It might take me some time, but I want to learn and understand more. I love you, and I love Ashley and if you make each other happy, that's all that matters.” He let out a deep breath, seemingly finished with what he had to say, putting his arms behind him so that he could lean back on the bed.

I pushed off the covers and moved across the bed, wrapping my arms around his neck as my tears dampened his shirt. This is what I'd hoped for, acceptance, and dear god did it feel good. He held me close as he wept too, all the fear we’d both held drifting away, still father and son, still as close as we had ever been.

After a couple of minutes, he let me go. “Sorry Bruce,” he said, rustling my hair, “I probably scared you by running off like that didn't I?”

“A little,” I admitted, “but Mum said you probably just needed some time.”

Dad smiled wide, “she's a smart woman,” he commented with a chuckle before taking my hand. “Promise me, you make each other happy, like me and your Mum do?”

“I've never been happier,” I replied firmly. Apparently that was all Dad needed to hear.

“Good,” he replied, standing up from the bed and wiping his eyes with his hand. “Sorry for barging in, I'll go let Pippa and Ash know everything's okay. Love you son.”

“Love you Dad,” I replied as he made his way out of the door and down the landing. In short order, Ash re-entered the bedroom, seeing that my eyes were swollen and red, rushing to my side and wrapping his arm around me as he assumed the worst.

“So, how was it?” He asked nervously as he squeezed me tight.

“It was good,” I answered, “I think it might take him some time to get used to it, but he still loves me. You too.” I added. Ash didn't even reply, I just felt his body finally relax as he rested his head on my shoulder, breathing deeply, eyes closed, safe in my arms.

“Thank god,” he eventually whispered.

“I guess that's it then. They know about us and we're okay. They still love us.” I said it to myself as much as Ashley, as if hearing the words out loud would make it real. I smiled, wider than I had in a long time and suddenly felt a rush of euphoria coursing through my body. I had to kiss the man I loved, right this second.

I pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him and pinning his arms above his head, instantly making him squeal quietly in approval. Leaning down, my lips met the nape of his neck, kissing his soft skin as I felt him trembling beneath me. Over the past two months I’d learnt all of his most sensitive spots and by now I was able to play him like a fiddle. I could feel him growing beneath me, his breathing getting heavier as I moved to his mouth, our lips finally meeting as he moaned softly against me. It was slow and heated, our tongues dancing together as weeks worth of stress and anxiety melted away, finally able to just be ourselves again. Young, hot and madly in love. When our lips parted he was breathing heavily, wriggling beneath me as his little cock rubbed against my body through our pajamas. I knew he'd been pent up all day and it was finally time to reward him for his patience. Releasing his arms, I slid my fingers into his bottoms, pulling them down and tossing them across the room, landing on my computer chair in a messy pile. His eyes were burning with desire, but there was still a little hesitation hiding within. “Pippa and Neil are right next door,” he hissed quietly, as if afraid he would be heard through the wall.

“You'd better be quiet then,” I replied calmly, my voice rumbling which made Ash bite his lip with arousal as his eyelashes fluttered.

“Yes daddy,” he whispered, covering his mouth with his hand, eyes wide as he waited to see what I was going to do to him. His cute little cock was laying flat against his stomach, the shimmer of pre-cum already oozing from the tip, but my target was elsewhere. I grabbed his ankles, pushing them upwards, Ash using his spare hand to hold one of his legs up in the air and presenting his cute, puckered little hole to me. Licking my lips, I laid down ok my stomach between his legs, gently kissing his thighs and buttocks to tease him as he waited for what he knew was coming. I lazily dragged my tongue around his ring, feeling him shiver as I came agonizingly close, frustrated groans squeezing out from around his hand. His impatience only turned me on further, enjoying the feeling of power his total submission gave to me. I was going to make him wait. With every passing second he writhed more and more, eyes rolling back into his head as he waited for the pleasure he so desperately needed. Removing his hand from his mouth, he stared deep into my eyes, whispering, “please,” in the most ****, cute voice I'd ever heard. His eyes were wide and innocent and as much as I enjoyed teasing him, I couldn't make him wait a second longer. The instant my tongue met his hole his back arched, a large moan escaping his throat as he quickly clamped his hand back over his mouth to stay quiet.

Despite the filling, home-made meal we'd enjoyed just a few hours earlier, I devoured his arsehole like a man possessed, licking at his ring and probing inside, his muffled whimpers and moans making my cock throb in my pants. He might not be dressed up in cute underwear and his face might not be exquisitely made up, but my hunger for my cute little femboy was still insatiable. As my tongue stretched out his tight little hole, his eyes rolled back in his head and his legs clamped around my ears as he came. His baby dick spurted out ropes of hot white cum as he shuddered and twitched for me, moans escaping between his fingers until his body relaxed, his hand flopping to his side as he whispered my name repeatedly, thanking me over and over for allowing him to cum, just like a good boy should. As he lay on our childhood bed trembling, I wiped up the cum from his stomach with a towel from my bag, intending on cuddling up with him and going to sleep, but he had something else in mind.

“Y…, your turn Daddy,” he said once I'd cleaned him up, climbing onto all fours and bending over, wiggling his perky little ass at me, his broad hips begging to be grabbed and his little hole bred.

“What about if Mum and Dad hear?” I asked in a teasing voice, reminding him of his concerns from just ten minutes earlier.

“I don't care Bruce,” he whined as he looked over his shoulder at me, “please, come and fuck me, I need you.”

God he was sexy. I couldn't resist and despite the rational part of my brain telling me it was a bad idea within a matter of seconds my sleeping joggers were off, thick cock bouncing up and down as I lined it up with his entrance. He welcomed me inside like he always did, squeezing me tightly and making me grunt in ecstasy. He'd gotten used to taking me after multiple times being stretched by my cock and so within just a few seconds I was buried to the hilt inside of him. Grabbing a big handful of his ass, I started to slowly fuck him, hips pulling back until my head was on the verge of slipping out of his puckered little hole before driving myself back inside him. I would never get tired of the noises he made while I fucked him, soft, feminine moans and whimpers, occasionally interspersed with a manly grunt of pleasure. It was like music to my ears and despite my parents being in the next room, I went to town on him like we were the only people for miles around. The clapping sound of my thighs connecting with his peachy ass on every thrust filled the room and we had given up all semblance or trying to stay quiet.

Knowing I wouldn't last long, I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back as I pounded him from behind with a reckless abandon. After our first time, we'd had a long talk, setting down ground rules, a safe word and more. I already knew he was submissive, that much was obvious, but he'd confided in me his darkest fantasies, his desire to be used by me whenever I needed relief, taking my cock while he was watching TV, cooking or studying and that I had free reign to fuck him as hard as I wanted. I was taking full advantage of that now, his back arching as I claimed what was mine over and over again, hitting his prostate and making his limp dick dribble cum onto the duvet below as he came for me again. He sounded barely human at this point, grunting and moaning between each thrust, breathing ragged and heavy and I could tell he couldn't take much more. As much fun as this was, he was still my best friend, my lover, my world and I needed to finish before I wore him out completely.

Sliding out of his stretched ass, it flexed and winked at me as I let go of his hair and he collapsed face down on the bed, head hanging off the edge. “ Did y… you f… finish?” He asked breathlessly.

“Not yet,” I replied as I sucked in air.

“Come here,” he said weakly as I walked around the edge of the bed. I could tell how tired he was, but that didn't stop him as he put my cock into his mouth, gently sucking and licking on it, hungry for his salty, sweet reward. As I looked down at him, my lust subsided a little, instead replaced by admiration and love. What had I ever done to deserve someone like him? Someone so sweet, affectionate and kind, who just wanted to make me feel good every day? As his head bobbed back and forth, I slowly stroked his hair, one of his hands making its way between my legs to gently stroke my balls and quickly I felt my climax about to hit me.

“I'm going to cum baby,” I whispered softly. A light ignited in Ash's eyes as he took my cock down to its base, my tip sliding into his throat and pushing me over the edge, my legs shaking and buckling as I unloaded inside him. He took every drop of my seed without complaint, eyes rolling back into his head as he lay in his own cooling jizz. I almost fell back onto the floor as my sensitive prick continued to be massaged by his throat, pulling my member free and collapsing on the bed next to him. He pulled himself over to me, wrapping my arm around him and nestling up against my chest as our breathing slowed together.

“I love you Bruce,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I love you too Ash,” I replied and within a matter of a few seconds we were born fast asleep, not even able to get under the covers, exhausted after such an incredible experience. It was a full circle moment of sorts, back in the same bed where I had first held him in my arms, the room we had spent so much time in together growing up and now we had returned home as lovers, sharing the ultimate form of intimacy

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](http://together.By) the time we woke up the next morning it was already past nine in the morning and I could hear Mum and Dad moving around downstairs. I gently woke up Ash, who blearily wiped his eyes, a little unsure of where he was at first, but as soon as he saw me, he smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “We better get a shower and head downstairs,” I explained as Ash stretched on the bed.

“You go first then,” he said sleepily as I grabbed my toiletry bag and a towel.

“Who said anything about first?” I asked with a cheeky grin, offering him my hand and pulling him up from the bed before going to the bathroom together. I locked the door behind us and we both got in the tub, turning on the shower head and stepping under the refreshing jet of hot water. We made out tenderly as our bodies got wet before cleaning each other's bodies with soap and a flannel. It was erotic and intimate, but we both kept our libidos in check as we scrubbed each other clean. We each shampooed the other's hair, Ash's long locks needing a lot of attention, before taking turns under the shower head to wash all the suds and bubbles away.

After stepping out of the bath, getting ourselves dry and pulling on some clothes, we made our way downstairs, finding Mum and Dad sitting in the dining room enjoying their breakfast. There was a teapot in the middle of the table along with some fruit, yogurts and various spreads and preserves. Mum greeted us warmly as we entered, telling us we could go and make ourselves some toast in the kitchen. Once we had made a few slices for the both of us, we went back to the dining room and sat down with them, tucking in with gusto as we both realized how hungry we were after last night's antics. As I relaxed back into my seat, Dad looked up from his paper, a cheeky smile on his face as his eyes flicked back and forth between the two of us.

“So, did you two boys have fun last night?” he asked cheekily as Ash turned a deep, burning red and I nearly choked on my cup of tea. Mum slapped him on the arm, chastising him for his comment.

“Neil, you're awful! They're young and in love, let them have their fun without embarrassing them!” she said, glancing over at both of us apologetically. “You were pretty loud though boys,” she added with a wry smile.

Well, there was no debating that they had heard us last night, I guess it was hard for them not to. Dad started laughing, with Mum quickly joining him. It was certainly embarrassing knowing that my parents had heard me having sex last night, but in a way, it showed that they were being accepting and were unbothered by it? Their laughter was infectious and in the end, myself and Ashley joined in. One happy family sat together over the breakfast table, laughing as one. I could get used to this.