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Joey decides to stay. It would only become a problem if he left to go back to his time. If he stayed here, Victor wouldn't be his father and he wouldn't have to deal with all the bullshit. Also, he would make so much money from his knowledge of the future. Victor opened his eyes looking at Joey.

"What...was last night?" Victor said.

"You fucked me over and over again." Joey said, "You moaned for my ass like a little slut," Victor smirked.

"That's not how I remember it, you were the one begging."

"Oh so you do remember?" Joey said, "I thought you were drunk."

"I was, for the first couple hours," Victor said, cuddling closer, "but the last couple were quite sobering."

He got up. "Can I make you breakfast? I promise this time i'll keep my clothes on."

"You're still naked." Joey said as he watched Victor's cock flop as Victor walked to the fridge.

"Oops, looks like you caught me." Victor said.

As so Joey stayed in 1978. He got a job at the local library to keep busy, but made all his money at the casinos, winning bets. His US history degree was really coming in handy.

Joey and Victor continued to see each other in secret. 1978 became 1979 and with it what had only been hooking up became more than that. Victor and Joey grew close, but Victor began to ask Joey questions about himself, that he couldn't answer. One day, Joey told Victor everything.

"You're from what year?"

"2023" Joey says, "and in that year, you're my dad."

"I'm your WHAT?" Victor was shocked, "I have kids? How?"

"Your wife, Maria Romero." Joey says.

"MARIA? You mean that crazy woman from the diner who is obsessed with me?" Victor says. "Isn't she like really homophobic?"

"Yep, that's the one," Joey says.

"I'm not marrying her." Victor said, "Why did you keep this from me."

"Would you have believed me?" Joey said and Victor frowned.

"No," Victor said.

"Is this a deal breaker?" Joey asks.

"Well. I have no memories of you being my son, so I don't have an issue with it I guess." Victor says, flashing him the grin he would always use before fucking Joey. After the secret was out, things only ramped up for the two of them. Role play got dirtier and their romance outside the bedroom was steamy. Joey and Victor began planning out their life together.

"You need to marry her," Joey says, and Victor frowns,

"but she is such a bitch? And so annoying." Victor said and Joey couldn't help but feel a sick satisfaction about hearing Victor talk about his mom the way he had always felt.

"You need to, or else I don't exist. All you have to do is have two kids with her and then at your eldest's son's birthday, we can be together."

"That's all I have to do?" Victor says, "But what about us?"

"What about us? It's not like we can get married, Vic." Joey says.

"I can't do this without you, Joey," Victor said leaning into Joey's arms, "You're the only thing that makes sense to me."

"Your time-traveling boyfriend who is also your son is the only thing that makes sense to you?" Joey smirks.

"What if you pretended to be my brother? That way you are always around and no one will be suspicious of us." That's when he realized it.

"Uncle Jay?" Joey exclaimed. No wonder Uncle Jay had always been there to support him. He was uncle Jay. "Okay, I will be your brother, but we can't get caught doing the nasty. That would look really bad."

"Since when do you have a problem with ****?" Victor said kissing Joey's neck and groping his crotch.

"But won't people know I'm not your brother, don't they know you?" Joey says.

"Well, Maria has never met you and I don't talk to her about my family. I am an only child and both my parents are dead, so no I don't think it should be too big of an issue." Victor said.

And so they had their plan. Victor asked Maria out and she accepted within a few months, Victor proposed to her and she readily accepted. The wedding party consisted of only the maid of honor, Linda Maria's best friend, and the Best man, Joey. Victor's bachelor's party was Joey and Victor in a hotel room, with some poppers and a bottle of Tequila. The two of them had a great party.

Joey walked his mother down the aisle, which was a strange experience, to say the least, and even stranger to see Victor get married to his mother. He had been so desensitized to the fact Victor was his father, that at moments when he realized this, it felt odd and out of place.

Joey hated Victor's marriage. He only really saw Victor now when he could sneak away on the weekends to visit Joey, with the excuse of going on a brother's hiking trip or fishing trip or the like. Victor would then spend the whole time complaining about his marriage with Maria the whole time they were together. Sometimes the complaining wasn't enough and the two of them would just fight the whole weekend, Victor complaining about how Joey had messed up his life and made him do all this stuff.

What really hurt Joey was one weekend when Victor told him about how he could only fuck Maria now when he thought about how much it would piss Joey off if he were there watching. The two got into an even bigger fight, which this time, couldn't be resolved like they usually were, with sex. Joey and Victor took some space from each other for a while.

It was a couple months later when Victor rang up Joey. He told Joey about the news, Maria was pregnant. The two of them met up and made up. Victor was about to be a father and a Joey was about to be an uncle. The two grew close once more, their flame once again rekindled.

Harry was born a few months later and Victor would visit Joey less frequently, due to the added responsibility, but when they did meet, Victor would talk none stop about Harry. Joey had forgotten this side of Victor, the paternal figure, the one who loved his son. Joey started to dread the news that came a few months later. Maria was pregnant again, this time with Joey. When she gave birth to Joey, that's when things got strange between Victor and Joey. Victor would disappear for months and when he did show up, he would barely say anything to Joey. Finally Joey called him out on it.

"Why are you ignoring me Victor, we've been together for twenty years and you won't even talk to me?" Joey said frustratedly.

"It's Joey, my son." Victor said, "Before, I never really thought of you as my son," Victor said, "But now, when I hold him in my arms all I can think about is the dirty things that I've done to you, of the things you've done to me."

"I'm not your son anymore Victor," Joey said, "I'm your lover,"

"But you used to be this little guy I hold in my arms." Victor said, "How could you go from that to wanting to fuck me."

"I don't think of you like my father anymore Victor," Joey said, trying to give him a hug, but he pushes away.

"And you know what the worst part is Joey," Victor says, "I still wanna rub my dick on your tight hole. I still wanna hear you moaning my name, begging for more."

"Well, take out all those feelings on me." Joey says, "Fuck me till you can't cum anymore and then return to your family. The Joey back there is not me, its a sad boy who won't truly find happiness until he finds the man of his dreams back in 1978." Victor smiled and Joey knew it had been a while since he'd seen that. Victor pulled Joey in for a kiss. "It's good to know that my son will grow up to be such a sensible, kind man."

"Ewww, gross." Joey said laughing.

"And such a good kisser," Victor said, kissing Joey ravenously.

Things smoothed over for a while, Victor got used to balancing his love life and being a father. Both he and Victor were counting down the days to Harry's wedding when Joey and Victor could finally be together. Years passed by like raindrops. Victor and Joey continued to meet on the weekends, but they were less passionate about affairs now, now family bonding time as Victor brought the boys with him. Now it was Joey's turn to feel weird about everything. Watching Victor teaching his younger self how to fish, putting a band-aid on his leg when he slipped on the rocks, Harry teasing his younger brother.

"They've grown up so much," Victor said, as the two boys were fishing.

"Was I always that wimpy?" Joey said,

"Wimpy? Be careful how you talk about my boy." Victor joked. "You've always been that wimpy." Joey socked Victor in the stomach and Victor groaned in pain.

"Yeah looks like being a wimp is genetic." Joey laughed, to which Victor replied by tackling him on the river bank. The two wrestled, Harry and Joey cheering on from the sidelines.

"Get him, Uncle Jay," Harry cheered.

"Go dad!" young Joey said.

The boys grew up and soon they had no interest in the men's weekend anymore. Harry was falling for girls and Joey was going through being closeted.

"I want to help him," Victor would tell "Uncle Jay" on their men's weekend, "I want to tell him everything will be alright."

"You can't" he would reply, "He will get better Victor, he'll meet a man who will make everything better."

Soon Harry was getting married and Victor who was usually so excited about the idea of the event was unusually grim.

"What's wrong Victor?" Uncle Joey asked as they talked, the night before Victor was going to drive to the hotel, the day before young Joey would travel back to 1978 and meet Victor for the first time. The day before Victor could leave his wife to be with Joey.

"I don't know Joey," Victor said, "I got so used to having two Joeys in my life... The love of my life and my son who I love with all my being. Now I feel like I'm losing my son." Joey pulled Victor in for a hug. Joey had never really thought about that before, but he also felt a similar way. He had gotten used to being Uncle Jay. He knew there was nothing he could say to make it better. He just sat there and held Victor in his arms.

The wedding came and went. Everyone thought Joey had just run away from the potential confrontation with his family. However, Victor used this as an excuse to leave Maria, blaming her for pushing away their son. Victor and Joey moved in together, to a cabin in the woods, where people wouldn't ask them too many questions. Where they could grow old together, away from the mess of it all.