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Turning My Son Gay - Book 3
Sebastian Brock
Jason heard Alex before he saw him, the hard uneven scrape of a shoe against the entry tile followed by a muttered curse and the rough slam of the front door. It was such a familiar sound, his son coming home in a mood, that for one second Jason’s body reacted the old way, with irritation ready on his tongue and concern rising behind it. Then Alex limped into view wearing those black running shorts that barely covered the hard round shape of his ass, sweat shining over lean muscle and smooth skin, and the concern twisted into the hunger Jason had spent far too long pretending wasn’t there.
Alex was nineteen now. Grown. Legal. Old enough to walk through the world with his jaw set and his shoulders squared like nobody could tell him a damn thing. Still Jason’s son, though. Still the boy whose bad attitude had been shaped under Jason’s roof, whose appetite filled Jason’s fridge, whose laugh could still hit Jason in the chest when he wasn’t prepared for it. That was the part that made the desire rotten and irresistible at the same time. Jason didn’t want some stranger with a tight runner’s body. He wanted Alex, his son, limping into their living room angry and sweaty and beautiful, unaware that his father had been hard since the first glimpse of those thighs.
Alex caught the back of the couch with one hand and eased himself down with a grimace, trying to make the movement casual and failing badly. His right ankle hovered off the floor. His other leg stayed spread wider than usual, the inner thigh held stiff as though any wrong shift might pull the injury again. His chest lifted fast from the run, his hair damp at the temples, his mouth set in that stubborn line Jason knew too well.
“Don’t start,” Alex said before Jason spoke.
Jason came around the kitchen island, wiping his hands on a towel though they were already clean. “That depends on what I’m starting.”
“The lecture about running too hard, wearing the wrong shoes, not warming up, whatever fatherly speech you had loaded.”
Jason’s eyes dipped to the front of the shorts. The damp fabric clung to Alex’s groin, outlining the heavy soft shape tucked beneath, and the sight made Jason’s cock thicken behind his jeans. “I was going to ask if you’re hurt.”