The Consequence of Revenge

Content Warning: age difference (both over 21), cheating, outdoor sex, sneaky sex, trans man character(man with a pussy), future mpreg (not this chapter)

Author's Note: I originally wrote and 3D illustrated this as a reward for supporters of my subscribestar! You can find me at subscribestar dot adult under the same username as here if you'd like to see the illustrated version! This version has about 500 words cut off at the end because I'd like to continue it here on literotica but wanted to wrap it up a bit more neatly for subscribestar.

"I said last time I wouldn't give you another loan if you couldn't make that one work," Ted told his wife tersely over dinner at the pub a few miles down the road from their home. They had a decent selection of beers and a great burger so Ted usually stopped in at least once a week, sometimes more when he and his wife's schedules didn't line up and he was too tired to cook for one.

Mary did not stop in at the pub often-- she'd always favored a fine dining experience and while Ted enjoyed that sort of thing on occasion he was more a meat and potatoes guy that was just as happy getting his grub on somewhere far less expensive.

That was Mary, though-- all her tastes were expensive and while Ted could afford a lot thanks to his salary as a senior engineer at a prestigious company, his wife's recently acquired habit of starting a new business and immediately running it into the ground was getting expensive even for him. The venture she'd been struggling with for the last two years now was buying up local rental properties, flipping them, and then renting them out. Not a bad idea for anyone with an ounce of business sense but, well... she was terrible at it.

Constantly going over budget, over-designing properties into high-end units situated in low income areas... Two years in and she' hadn't broken even, let alone made a profit, relying on Ted's money to keep her afloat.

He was done doing that now, though, he'd warned her last time that he was cutting her off when it came to business loans but here she was again looking furious as she glared at him over her cocktail.

"I just need a little more, Ted! Twenty-k will wrap up this remodel and then--"

"I said, no," he repeated. "You want a loan, you go to the bank, Mary, I'm done. I love you, but I can't keep setting my damn money on fire like this or we'll lose our house."

"You know very well I won't be able to get a loan at the bank," she hissed poisonously, finely manicured nails digging into her palms. Petite and dark haired, Mary was still a strikingly beautiful woman at forty-five but her charms had stopped clouding Ted's better judgment about half a million dollars ago.

Some days it felt like he barely even knew her anymore.

Ted took a swig of his beer. "Then sell one of your other properties. I'm not budging."

Blue eyes wide, painted lips pressed into a thin line, Mary sat in quietly enraged silence as a waiter approached and asked if they'd like to order.

"Nothing for me," Mary said tightly then got up, gathered her things and stalked out.

The waiter looked uncertainly between them and, suddenly tired, Ted waved the man off with a sigh and took another drink of his beer. He stared, unseeing, at the nearest TV, barely even registering what sport was being played on it until he suddenly found his glass empty.

He dropped a few bills on the table then went out to the parking lot in search of their car only to realize it was gone. He'd expected to find Mary sitting in the passenger seat, silently fuming but calmer than when she'd made her exit, but apparently she'd left without him. She hated driving his big SUV but it seemed she'd overcome her discomfort behind the wheel enough to leave him behind.

"Fuck's sake," he grumbled and walked back inside. Well, if she was going to be like that then he was going to have at least one more beer before he called an uber.

Back inside the pub, Ted took a seat at the bar this time, barely registering the man one seat down as he ordered another beer.

"Rough night?" an unfamiliar voice asked and Ted glanced back from the nearest TV in time to see the most strikingly gorgeous young man he'd ever laid eyes on get up from his seat and slide into the one next to Ted.

"What?" Ted asked, mouth inexplicably dry as he took the other man in. His face looked like it belong on one of those statues of some young Greek hero but flush with life and and golden-skinned with a head of pale blond hair and striking blue eyes. His body, though... oh god his body. It was less Greek statue and more pornographer's wet-dream and Ted couldn't help but stare openly as he let his eyes rake down the length of the man's sultry figure. He had strong shoulders, a snatched waist, uncommonly wide hips and, though he'd only gotten a brief glimpse, an ass built to drive men mad with a desire to fuck and breed. His skin-tight pants and flimsy top did absolutely nothing to mask the almost supernatural eroticism his body exuded and-- never mind a pornographer's wet dream, Ted was pretty sure he'd had his own wet dreams about just such a specimen...

The man laughed-- a soft, husky sound that sent an electric shock right down Ted's spine to the root of his dick and stirred it effortlessly into semi-hardness. "Rough night?" he repeated with a warm smile that was all for Ted as he leaned in close enough for the older man to catch a whiff of his cologne. "Saw you leave and come back in. Your lady-friend leave you behind?"

On a normal occasion Ted might have been irked by such a question from a stranger, but this stranger could have asked for his social security number and there was a non-zero chance Ted might blurt it out without even thinking just to make the man smile at him again.

"My wife," Ted managed to croak out, trying to remind himself that he did, in fact, have a wife. "She, uh-- we had a bit of a disagreement."

"Cheers to that," the stranger said with a sigh as he lifted his cocktail glass in Ted's direction then took a sip and continued, "My boyfriend pissed me off too."

Boyfriend, Ted thought with a thrill of elation that was just as quickly quashed by his remembering he had a wife. "Yeah?" he said and raised his beer glass in turn despite knowing he should really cut the conversation short and be on his way. Instead, he continued, "Mine wanted me to burn twenty grand on her failing business, how about yours?"

The younger man threw his head back and laughed and the sound was like music to Ted's ears, though he'd never been prone to that kind of romantic thinking before. He looked beautiful doing it, too, he thought. Graceful as a swan with an air of heady sensuality that turned every little glance from his smoky eyes, every careless gesture of a delicate hand, into something deeply seductive.

"That's rough," the stranger mused with a sympathetic smile. "Mine doesn't want to introduce me to his parents because he doesn't want to admit he's dating the highest earning male stripper in town."

Ted's cock went harder yet in his jeans as his eyes roved up and down the other man's body again, taking better note of his shapely, powerful legs. "That's a shame. He obviously has no idea how good he has it," Ted said, wondering at the stupidity of the man's boyfriend. Honestly, who cared what your parents thought if you were getting to bed a man like that every night?

"You know, I think you're right," the other man agreed with a smile that seemed pleased Ted had come to that conclusion. He shifted to face Ted more directly and leaned in close, hand coming to rest on the older man's arm, a small gesture that managed to set Ted's heart pounding and his cock fully erect. "Want to help me get a little revenge to make me feel better?"

Ted wasn't stupid, he knew what the younger man was suggesting and it took everything in him not to immediately offer himself up on the altar of infidelity for the chance at a few minutes alone with the stranger. "You, uh-- do this kind of thing often?" he asked stupidly instead but was unable to tear his gaze away from the young sex god who still had his hand on his arm. The pub was bustling, but their conversation was easily lost in the noise and the bartender was too busy pulling beers for the wait staff to pay either of them much mind.

The younger man smiled and distantly Ted wondered how old he was-- he looked around his son's age, though the thought did nothing to ease the agonizing hard-on he was nursing for him. His boy, Levi, was a grown man now anyways, twenty-four and in his final year of college...

"Not since I was barely legal and desperate for approval."

It was an answer that made Ted swallow hard. "And what are you now?"

The stranger's smile was all mischief and promised the kind of forbidden pleasures men like Ted could only dream of when he replied "More than legal and a more... experienced kind of desperate." He leaned in closer then, and in a whisper that let his lips brush Ted's ear, added, "The kind of desperate that's willing to let you fuck me raw in the alley out back just so I can go home to my bitch boyfriend with a cunt full of a stranger's cum."

A soft animal sound of raw desire was all the answer Ted could manage for a moment and he had to grit his teeth hard when the stranger lingered near his ear and sucked lightly on the lobe while he slid his other hand over Ted's thigh to palm his throbbing cock through his jeans.

"Oh fuck you're big," the stranger moaned breathlessly in his ear, seeming to grow desperate himself now that he'd discovered what Ted was packing. "Come on, daddy, help me out," he pleaded breathily.

At fifty-one years old Ted didn't particularly stand out in a crowd beyond his general size. Over six feet tall, Ted was broad in the shoulder and thick in the waist, the sort of build that made most people guess 'construction worker' or 'retired defensive lineman' when they looked at him rather than 'engineer'. He'd never thought himself particularly attractive but one thing he had been confident about was his dick. He'd always been the biggest guy in the locker room in more than one way but while he wife often complained about it or tried to get him to lose weight, this cock-hungry little sex god seemed desperate for him.

The exotic dancer caught one of Ted's hands and guided it down the smooth, flat plane of his abdomen, down into his pants, then curled his fingers so they slipped between the folds of a hot, wet cunt.

"What do you think?" the man asked as he pulled back enough to look Ted directly in the eye and gauge his reaction, still standing close so no one around them would notice the way he was gently grinding his hips into Ted's palm so the older man's thick fingers teased his entrance. "Ever had boy pussy before?"

Those five words were the nails in the coffin of Ted's fidelity, the hot, wet grasp of the boy's pussy short-circuiting the older man's brain until it was all he could even think about. Desperate, he plunged his fingers deep into the dancer and grabbed him so his engorged clit would press into the heel of Ted's palm. It must have been a good move because the younger man bit back on a cry so hard only a strained, breathy whimper escaped him.

Ted took his hand back and licked his fingers, marveling at the taste of him for a moment before the younger man grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards the back of the pub where the restrooms were. They kept going right past them, though, and pushed through the back door into the alley where a car sat empty and the door swung shut behind them.

Alone at last, Ted didn't even have a chance to reconsider the life-altering action he was about to take before the dancer was on him. "Fuck, daddy, show me that cock," he begged, dragging at Ted's belt and unzipping his pants with a deft hand to retrieve his prize. "I need it."

Ted's cock sprang forth harder and more ready for action than the man could remember it being for years. Like the rest of him, Ted's cock was big, thick, and vascular, throbbing hot and heavy in the other man's palm when he grabbed it with something bordering on reverence.

"Holy shit, are you fucking kidding me?" the man groaned at the sight of it, not disappointed or perturbed by its astonishing size, but elated, blue eyes dilated with anticipation and arousal. Eager to get started, he pulled down his pants and stepped in close so Ted's cock slipped between his strong, plush thighs, then began to roll his hips so the head and shaft slid along the silky lips of his vulva. The boy's cunt was dripping wet with need so it was only the work of a few thrusts before Ted's cock was slicked up and gliding easily along his curves.

"Fuck, oh fuck, baby," Ted moaned at the soft, wet heat of the other man as he took him in his arms and kissed him with raw, adulterous hunger as he fucked his thighs with wanton abandon. "Are you always this wet?" he asked, marveling at the quantity of juice the velveteen peach of his pussy was producing with so little foreplay.

"Not for ages," the dancer confessed breathlessly between kisses, lips swollen with the roughness of their contact. "Not since I last had a real man, like you. I need-- oh god I need you, daddy," he panted, hands clutching desperately at Ted as the man fucked his thighs. "Put me right, daddy-- show me how a real man treats his bitch!"

The younger man tasted so good on Ted's lips-- his body supple and pliant under Ted's touch but his thighs were no longer enough. Forceful in his eagerness to grant the dancer's wish, Ted picked him up and pushed him down onto his cock, sliding so easily into up into his body it was like the bitch had been made for him.

The dancer cried out at the sudden intrusion but he was soon rendered gasping and moaning in breathy, unadulterated pleasure when he wrapped his legs and arms around Ted and let the man fuck up into him.

His cunt was tight as a vice around Ted's cock but the man had no issue thrusting thanks to the seemingly bottomless font of juice his pussy was producing and the older man wondered at the power of his muscles as the man's inner walls clutched and released rhythmically around his shaft. It was like the little slut was milking his cock from the inside-- Ted had never felt anything like it in his life.

"Fuuuck baby," Ted groaned and stumbled forward a few paces when the twink coiled around him like a snake shifted slightly and threw him off balance. He made it to the vacant car parked a few paces away and lowered the other man onto it then leaned in and got back to fucking him without ever pulling out.

"Daddy," the dancer gasped, eyes fluttering when Ted put his back into fucking him, thick cock penetrating deeper than ever, stretching his pussy to its absolute limits. "Daddy, oh daddy, you're so good. I can't-- haaaah! I need you! Come inside me; come inside me, please!" he begged, back arching to draw him closer to Ted who obliged and wrapped one thick, muscular arm around his slim frame and kissed him long and deep.

He couldn't have pulled out of the boy's pussy if he'd wanted to at that point, his powerful dancer's legs wrapped tight around Ted's waist to keep him from pulling out more than a few inches with every penetrating thrust. Regardless, the thought never even crossed his mind-- he was too deep in it now and all he knew was that he needed to plow the slut under him like a field and pump him full of seed while he had the chance.

On the edge now, Ted pulled back a little and braced himself so he could thrust up into the nubile, gorgeous young man underneath him with so much force the car below began to rock, shocks squeaking with the abuse while the dancer moaned like a whore.

"Yes! Yes! Come in me! Come inside, daddy, I want to feel it! Fill me! Fill--"

The dancer came with an animal howl that echoed up and down the alley behind the pub, frenetically thrusting his own hips up to meet Ted's so the head of the man's cock battered his cervix, internal walls spasming powerfully around the thick shaft. It was more than enough to set the older man off an he came with a low grunt, hips jerking as his balls slapped against the dancer's ass and pulsed heavily as they disgorged their load of seed deep into his body.

Ted swore and shuddered under the onslaught of pleasure as he rode out his orgasm, enveloped in the heavenly embrace of the younger man's body. He could feel the head of his cock pressing hard against the stripper's cervix and Ted rocked his hips, panting as he imagined his seed painting the fleshy gateway to the boy's womb where it would take root and flourish. His narrow waistline would vanish under the weight of Ted's baby growing inside of him while his tits started to swell with milk...

It was enough to drag just a little more seed out of Ted as he looked down at the man impaled on his cock and marveled at his beauty. "Fuck, boy, you're so goddamn pretty," he groaned and let his large, rough hands rove down his sleek flanks to settle on his wide hips. "What's your name?"

The dancer smiled enchantingly up at him from where he lay sprawled on the hood of the car. "Oh, daddy," he chuckled and took a fistful of Ted's shirt and pulled him back down towards him. "Keep fucking me with that fat cock of yours and you can call me whatever the hell you want."

~~~

A month passed and Ted couldn't shake the memories of that night-- they'd come to him in flashes to derail whatever normal train of thought he'd been on until the nameless dancer was all he could think about.

The softness of his tattooed skin, the caress of his lips, the heavenly heat of his body wrapped tight around Ted's aching cock... it was enough to send him fully erect in moments. Sometimes he simply had to sit and suffer until it went away on its own, but more often than not the man would retreat to the bathroom to jerk off where he inevitably pumped out a load so thick and voluminous it would have made younger him gape in awe.

Things with Mary had gone more or less back to normal within a few days of his liaison with the off-duty stripper and while he felt guilty for betraying their marriage vows, that didn't stop the memories. If anything, the guilt only seemed to make them more potent.

Guilt didn't stop him from stopping by the pub for a drink every few days in hopes of finding the boy again, either. He told himself he wasn't sure what he'd do if he did run into the guy, but deep down he knew; he knew he'd take the little whore out back and fuck him til his balls ran dry again.

Staring not at but through his monitor at work thinking of all the ways he could ruin the boy's pussy with a rapidly growing hard-on lurking just out of sight under his desk, Ted jumped when his cell rang.

Realizing it was his son, Ted answered. "Hey, buddy, what's up?"

"Hey, dad, got any plans tonight?"

"Not particularly, what's going on?"

"Well, I've actually been dating this guy... thought maybe it was about time to introduce him to you and mom," Levi answered after a moment's hesitation, like he'd been gathering his nerve.

Surprised by the news, but not unpleasantly so, Ted leaned back a little in his seat, arousal fading rapidly as he managed to pull his thoughts from month-old memories. "Yeah? What's his name?"

"Dean," his son answered. "I already talked to mom and she said I could bring him by for dinner tonight, what do you think?"

"Sure, bud, sounds like a plan, can't wait to meet him," Ted said. "I gotta go finish up some work if I'm gonna be home on time-- I'll see you tonight, alright?"

"Sounds good; see you then."

~~~

"So, you know anything about this Dean kid?" Ted asked Mary later that night after helping her throw together a decent meal for four in a hurry. Levi and his new boyfriend were due any minute.

She shook her head with a little frown. "No, hadn't heard a peep. Not that he's been calling much," she said with a disapproving little sniff.

"He's in his senior year of college, cut him some slack. Boy that age gets busy."

"Busy finding a boyfriend, apparently."

Well, he couldn't say much against that. Fortunately, he didn't need to as the doorbell rang a moment later and Levi let himself in.

"I'm home," their son called and Ted straightened from where he'd been setting the table just as Levi entered the dining room trailed by his new boyfriend. "Mom, Dad, this is Dean. Dean, this is my parents, Mary and Ted."

Mary swept forward first, all smiles. It was impossible to tell what her actual opinion of a person was when she was in 'professional smile' mode the way she was now and thank god she was doing the greeting because Ted had just met Dean's eyes and felt the ground drop out from under him.

Levi was dating the impossibly gorgeous exotic dancer Ted had fucked in an alley out back of a pub just a month before.

Which meant the Ted's own son was the 'bitch boyfriend' that hadn't wanted to introduce him to his parents.

Hadn't want to introduce him to Ted.

Ted had cheated on his wife of twenty-five years with his son's boyfriend.

Shame and arousal warred in Ted as he stood frozen for a moment, though, thanks to Mary stepping to the fore, probably the only person that noticed his hesitation was Dean himself. It was just enough time for Ted to wrangle himself back into some semblance of control so Levi and Mary didn't wonder what was wrong with him.

"Pleasure to meet you, Dean, I'm Ted," he said, doing his best impression of 'normal dad' as he stepped forward and offered the younger man his hand.

Dean accepted it and except for a slight wideness to his eyes and a subtle tremor in his grip, he looked for all the world like a man meeting his boyfriend's father for the first time and nothing more.

Ted squeezed his hand and let go of it again as quickly as he politely could, trying and failing to ignore how goddamn hot Dean looked. He had a body that would make a burlap sack look good so his nice jeans and simple shirt certainly did nothing to mask his incredible figure. He was less made up than he'd been at the pub, obviously going more for 'normal college student' than 'horny twink desperate to fuck', but it didn't make him any less enticing-- simply lent him a more innocent air.

"Pleasure's all mine," Dean said with a smile like an angel.

~~~

Dinner passed in a blur and Ted must have been able to act at least relatively normal throughout because neither his wife nor his son were giving him any strange looks by the end of it when they moved into the living room and put on a movie.

Mary was always the type to sleep early so she ducked out within half an hour and went to bed after saying goodnight and how nice it was to finally meet Dean.

Seated on the opposite end of the sofa from Dean, Levi between them, Ted barely registered what movie they were watching-- too hyper-focused on trying not to focus on Dean. When the young man got up partway through to get himself a glass of water, though, Ted noted that Levi was already dozing off and followed after him.

The kitchen was dimly lit and Dean was opening cupboards in search of a cup when Ted found him. "Here," Ted said, and reached around him to grab down a glass for the smaller man. He lingered closely behind him, dick throbbing in time with his pulse as he boxed Dean in against the counter, body seeming to move of its own accord.

"Th-thanks," the younger man eked out then glanced over his shoulder at Ted, lips parted as if to say something more, but didn't.

He looked so pretty standing there, wide-eyed and uncertain, that Ted closed what little distance was between them so his much larger body pinned Dean's up against the counter, forcing him to arch back against his chest, Ted's hard-on planted firmly in the cleft of his perfectly toned ass.

"I can't believe my own son's boyfriend begged me to send him home with a cunt-full of my come," he muttered quietly in Dean's ear, all too aware of the short distance between the kitchen and the living room where Levi dozed on the sofa.

~~~

A soft, breathy gasp escaped Dean as he felt the hard, barely contained press of Ted's cock against his ass. His head was still spinning from the revelation of what he had done that night a month before and the older man's overwhelming presence wasn't helping him sort through his feelings.

Truth be told, Dean had considered going back to the pub in hopes of tracking down the hot dilf with the biggest dick the exotic dancer had ever seen, let alone taken, but things had turned around with Levi a few days later and the guilt caught up to him. Especially when Levi promised to finally introduce him to his parents after all.

Levi was far from the most interesting man Dean had ever dated (and far from the most gifted in bed, even before meeting his father) but he was kind, surprisingly tidy, and had a promising career ahead of him once he graduated which made him the most stable guy Dean had ever dated. He was twenty-four years old now, so stability was something Dean was more interested in than excitement these days, even if old habits did die hard and he'd wound up fucking a stranger on the hood of a car behind a local pub when their relationship hit a bump in the road.

Still, if he was going to fall off the proverbial bicycle, at least it'd been for earth-shatteringly good sex and not some pathetic two-pump hump and dump at a motel somewhere.

Dean had thought he could put it all behind him, but here was the man that had practically redefined 'good sex' for him pinning him to the counter with a hard-on like an elephant trunk.

"I swear I didn't know," Dean pleaded quietly as he looked back up at Ted, heart pounding in his chest, eyes dilating and nipples going stiff under his shirt just from the warmth of his body and the scent of his cologne. It was the same he'd worn that night at the pub, something warm and heavy with the smell of sandalwood... "I--"

Ted began to rut against him and it took everything in Dean not to moan like the whore he was desperately trying not to be. The older man slid his thick, strong arms around him, all but enveloping Dean's much slimmer body in his embrace so he couldn't pull away even if he tried. "I looked for you," Ted confessed, voice barely above a whisper as he dry-humped the younger man with the air of someone not fully in control of their own actions but all too aware of the danger his actions placed them both in. "Couldn't stop thinking about you-- about this tight little body," he groaned softly, grip on Dean shifting so his hands roved over his chest and belly before one slid down past the waistband of his pants.

"Wait," Dean gasped, lashes fluttering under the bliss of the man's domineering touch. "We can't. I'm dating your son, I never would have let you fuck me if I knew who you were!"

Ted popped the button on Dean's jeans and slid his hand within, pulling him back from the edge of the counter just enough to let his hand pass so he could slide his fingers down along the stiff line of Dean's engorged clit. "Just a little," Ted pleaded quietly as he stroked Dean and pressed a lingering kiss against his neck. "Just let me stick it in, please."

"I--ah!" Dean bit back another moan as Ted brought him to the brink of orgasm after just a few brief strokes of his clit.

"Shh shh shh," Ted hissed softly and withdrew his hand before Dean could come and carefully eased the young man's pants down over his hips to expose his ass. "I just... I just need to feel you again. Just a little," Ted promised as he quickly popped the button on his own jeans and opened the fly with a muffled zip. Before Dean could protest again he felt the head of Ted's cock nudge against his vulva then nestle carefully between the folds as the older man felt for his opening. "Oh fuck-- fuck you're just as wet as I remember," Ted moaned under his breath then slowly began to press inside.

Soft, shallow, panting breaths rattled Dean's chest as he fought down a moan of his own, swearing under his breath as first the head, and then the shaft of the man's cock was forced inside of his defenseless cunt.

Had he been this big before? Or had it just been easier for Dean to take him that night at the bar on the hood of a car because he'd already had a couple of cocktails in him?

"Oh god," he panted, trembling as inch after inch of rigid, pulsing cock was forced deeper and deeper into his body, stretching his pussy to the limit and forcing his womb further up into his abdomen to accommodate it. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

Ted quieted him with a kiss. It was almost chaste at first, a simple press of lips until Dean opened his mouth to suck in a breath and Ted forced his tongue deep into his mouth at the same time he began to thrust his hips against the smaller man's ass.

Arousal rendered all the more potent by fear of discovery and guilt, Dean didn't resist, riding the edge of orgasm as his boyfriend's father took him forcefully right there in the kitchen.

It felt so good. It felt so good having Ted inside of him that Dean couldn't pull away, though when Ted broke their kiss for air he hissed, "He'll hear! We have to stop!"

"Just a little more," Ted groaned, managing to limit himself to shallow thrusts that barely drew his dick out of the dancer's body at all before thrusting back in again to prevent the slap of skin on skin from escaping the kitchen.

"You said you were just going to put it in!"

"Sorry, fuck I'm sorry! You just feel too good, baby. Fuck you feel so good on daddy's cock!"

Thick, hard, and capable of rearranging Dean's guts, Ted's cock felt better than anything else the dancer had ever taken, especially when the older man wrapped him firmly in his arms again and held him tight against his broad chest to ram his dick as hard and deep into his much smaller body as he could.

This old man's going to fucking ruin me, Dean thought, eyes rolling back in his head as he focused on breathing so he wouldn't moan like the whore he was with his boyfriend sleeping just a few feet away.

"That's it, baby, take it-- just a little more," Ted panted in Dean's ear as he held him tight, casually fucking him hard enough to make the younger man see stars. "So close! So fucking close!"

"Dean?" Levi called from the other room, stirring from his slumber.

Terror surged hot and sharp as blades along Dean's nerves and he came on the spot, whole body going rigid in the arm's of Levi's father while the man kept right on fucking him through his orgasm until the dancer saw stars.

"Just getting some water!" He called, doing his best to sound normal as he rode out the shock-waves of an earth-shattering orgasm. Dean fumbled blindly for the nearby sink faucet and turned it on to sell the lie, just in time to cover a soft grunt from Ted as he finally came as well, twitching and jerking his hips as he poured himself into Dean's pinned body.

When Levi entered the kitchen a few moments later he found his boyfriend leaning against the counter, nursing a glass of water while his father leaned against the counter opposite like he'd caught them mid conversation.

"About ready to go home?" Levi asked with a yawn.

"Yep," Dean answered with a smile and put his half-empty cup in the sink. "Thanks for dinner, Ted. Nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you too, Dean. Y'all come by any time."