Like father like son

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The scent of fresh rosemary wafted from the kitchen, filling the air with a tantalizing aroma. Logan glanced at his father, seated across from him at the dining table, engrossed in the preparation of their meal. He couldn't help but admire how effortlessly Martin embodied strength and vulnerability, all wrapped up in a package that was as enticing as it was intimidating. The flickering candlelight danced across Martin's chiseled features, casting shadows that added an aura of mystery to his already captivating presence.

His fingers deftly mixed the ingredients for their pasta sauce, as if performing an ancient ritual, a secret only known to those intimately familiar with the art of culinary seduction.

"Ken, I hope you're ready for some delicious food," Martin said, smiling warmly at the man sitting beside Logan. Logan could sense the palpable energy between them, almost tangible in the way they mirrored each other's movements and exchanged knowing glances.

He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface of their seemingly casual conversation. Logan tried to focus on anything else, but his gaze kept wandering back to this enigmatic stranger. The earthy scent of Ken's cologne reached his nostrils, mingling with the sweet tanginess of the simmering tomato sauce. It was intoxicating, just like the man himself.

"So, Logan, tell me about yourself," Ken drawled, his voice deep and soothing.

"What do you like to do when you're not watching your dad cook us a feast?"

Logan hesitated, meeting Ken's hazel eyes. There was something about this man, something magnetic that drew people in. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the tingle of anticipation building inside him. "I work part-time at the local coffee shop," he replied, "and I enjoy running along the riverbank in the mornings."

"That sounds refreshing," Ken murmured, his gaze never leaving Logan's face.

"I bet you're quite a sight when you're running—all sweaty and breathless." His voice held a note of promise, one that made Logan's pulse quicken despite his initial .

Ken's gaze remained unwavering, as if daring Logan to challenge him. Logan could feel the air around them crackle with tension, a palpable that bound them together. He hesitated for a moment before answering, weighing the consequences of his words.

"Well, maybe someday you can join me for a run," Logan finally said, his voice cracking slightly. The thought of jogging alongside Ken sent a shiver down his spine, one that he couldn't quite decipher as fear or excitement. But there was no denying the spark that ignited within him at the mere suggestion.

Logan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the muscles in his thighs clenching unconsciously. Ken leaned forward, his lips curling into a slow smile that promised more than just physical pleasure. "You know," he drawled, his voice dripping with intent, "I will never get enough of seeing your dad in the kitchen working up a sweat just so we can eat, look at him back there in his sexy little apron. He wore that just for me you know, though if I had it my way that would be the only thing he’s wearing, but he insisted since you were home that I’d have to settle for seeing it over his clothes." Ken whispered awfully close to Logan’s ear with a slight chuckle and an unmistakable tone of power in his voice.

His warm breath tickled Logan's neck, causing him to shudder involuntarily. The heat between them was palpable, the static electricity humming under their skin. Logan instinctively knew that he was being sized up by Ken as much as he was assessing the older man.

Logan felt his heart pounding in his chest, a steady rhythm that echoed the rising tension around him. He dared to glance sideways at Martin, whose attention was still focused on the simmering pot of pasta sauce.

Logan could see the glint of sweat trickling down his father's forehead, staining the hem of his pristine white apron. It was an image that burned itself onto his retinas, etched into his memory forever. He watched Ken's gaze linger on Martin too, trailing after the older man like a hunter pursuing his prey. Logan sensed that Ken knew exactly what he wanted, and that desire was reflected in the intense hunger gleaming in his eyes.

"Hey, I've got an idea!" Ken suddenly exclaimed, his enthusiasm cutting through the thick silence that had enveloped them.

"Why don't we take our meal outside? We could sit on the patio and enjoy the cool evening breeze."

Martin paused, glancing uncertainly at Logan. His eyes met his son's, a silent plea for reassurance. Logan nodded encouragingly, sensing the need for a change of scenery. It was clear that his father's nerves were on edge, and moving away from the kitchen might provide some relief.

"Yeah, why not?" Logan agreed, eager to break the mounting tension between them.

"Sounds great, let's go."

Logan attempted to pick up the place settings on the table to bring outside with them but Ken quickly stopped him and swept him away from the table and out to the patio, insisting that his father would take care of the arrangements.

Logan didn't argue; there was something undeniably commanding about Ken that compelled obedience. As they exited the apartment, Logan stole a furtive glance at Ken's firm, muscular butt jiggling with every step, his hips swaying with an exaggerated swagger. Logan couldn't help but marvel at how easily Ken took charge, both physically and socially. This man oozed confidence, and it was impossible not to feel drawn to him.

Soon after they were joined by Martin as dinner was prepared and the trio settled down at the small round table, placed strategically near the railing overlooking the quiet city streets below.

The soft glow of the outdoor lights cast a warm hue on their faces, accentuating the shadows and making the contours of their bodies pop against the night sky. Ken reached over to Martin, gently squeezing his hand, the intimate gesture sending a ripple of goosebumps down his arm.

"Thanks for joining us tonight, Logan," Martin began, breaking the awkward silence that hung in the air.

His voice trembled ever so slightly, betraying the nervousness that had been steadily creeping up on him.

"It means a lot having you here," he continued, turning the full intensity of his gaze on Ken. His new partner smiled softly, his expression warming as he squeezed Martin's hand tighter. The connection between them was electric, a of nature that neither could deny.

"I'm glad to be here," Ken responded, his voice low and soothing.

Logan couldn't help but notice that even his speaking manner was commanding, drawing everyone's attention to him as if he were a natural leader. "And thanks for cooking such a fantastic meal, Martin."

"Oh, it's nothing, really," Martin demurred, his cheeks flushing slightly. "After all, we have such wonderful company."

Logan watched his father carefully, noting the subtle changes in his behavior around Ken. It was as if Martin was a completely different person – more relaxed, more at ease, more open.

In that fleeting moment, Logan saw a side of his father he hadn't seen before, a side that allowed him to fully embrace his sexuality without shame or reservation. That realization set fire to a spark within Logan, a spark that threatened to consume him whole.

They spent hours talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company until the late hour called for rest. As they rose from the table, Ken gestured towards the stairs leading to the bedrooms. "Martin, what time will you be serving breakfast in the morning?"

Ken asked, arching an eyebrow playfully. The question was innocent enough, but Logan detected a hint of mischief in Ken's eyes.

"Oh, umm how is 8:30," Martin answered without a moment of hesitation.

“Excellent, we’ll see you at breakfast then Logan.” Ken replied before climbing the stairs to the master bedroom, closely followed by Martin.

Logan couldn't help but watch them disappear, a burning curiosity gnawing at his insides. He had never seen his father act so differently around someone else, and he was intrigued by the chemistry between the two men. As minutes passed, Logan began to realise that he was still standing at the bottom of the stairs staring blankly into the distance.