Chapter 6

The silence returned, heavier now. Dave slumped forward onto the bed, spent and trembling. He heard the soft taps of Leonard's fingers on the phone screen as he sent the video to his husband, one he knew would blow up in anger. 

With the deed done, Leonard lay down behind him, pulling Dave back against his chest. His arms wrapped around him, holding him through the aftershocks. 

His phone lit up almost immediately. Adam, who had been waiting for his dad to return the call, had seen the message and immediately sent one of his own after watching the video, believing, hoping even, that it was a prank.

The phone buzzed violently on the bed as he sent more messages. Leonard's arm tightened around Dave's waist. He didn't move for three more rings, then, with a slow, deliberate exhale, he reached for the phone just as Adam's call came in. 

Dave held his breath as Leonard took the call. He didn't speak, he simply held the phone in the space between their bodies with the speaker turned on so they could hear him speak without having to lean close to do that.

“Dad?” Adam's voice filtered in from the other end. “Jesus, Dad. Thank God you picked up. I was getting worried. Is Dave with you?” 

Leonard stayed silent, so he continued.

“The video—” Adam choked. “What the fuck was that? Where is he?”

Dave closed his eyes. He could almost see Adam in his mind, in their house, the one Dave had helped build, holding his phone, watching them, watching his husband come apart on his father's cock..

Leonard finally spoke. “He's here.”

“Why?”

“You'll have to ask him.” Leonard's gaze found Dave in the dark, asking with his eyes if he wanted to speak to him. 

Dave wanted to refuse at first, but he didn't. He brought the phone close to him, so Adam would hear him. “You saw,” he said, his voice scraped raw from screaming through his orgasm.

“Dave.” Adam's voice broke completely. “Please. Tell me it's not real. Tell me that's some… some fucked-up AI shit. It's a prank, right? Tell me you didn't —”

“I did,” Dave cut through before he could finish his words. “Every second was real.”

“With my father?” The disbelief curdled into revulsion, then fury. “You sick fucks. Both of you. What is wrong with you? Dad, how could you? He's my husband!”

“Your husband?” Leonard narrowed his eyes. “And you treated him like a convenience. You don't get to claim him now.”

“He's mine!” Adam screamed it. 

“I was yours,” Dave whispered into the receiver. “You threw me away when you decided to lower your zip to the public.” 

“It was a mistake! Once! It meant nothing!”

“Once?” Dave scoffed. “You thought I just found out today?” He shifted slightly, a deliberate movement that made the sheets rustle. 

“Dave —” 

“I'm not in the mood to argue senselessly with you. I just want you to know I've found my home, with your dad, filled with his cum and forced to take his monstrous dick.”

“Stop it,” Adam pleaded.

“You wanted to know where I am,” Dave continued, relentless. “I'm in your childhood bed. The one your dad once shared with your mum and his partner. He's holding me. I can feel him… all over me. Inside me, taking what you never bothered to cherish.”

Knowing what he wanted from him, Leonard's hand slid up from Dave's hip, over his ribs, coming to rest flat against his dick. Dave covered it with his own, lacing their fingers together as he brought their joined hands up, holding them near the phone, so Adam could surely hear the rustle of skin on skin.

“Do you hear that?” Dave murmured. 

“I'm coming there,” Adam snarled. “I'm coming right now. You wait, just fucking wait.”

“No.” Leonard's voice cut through. “You are not welcome here anymore.”

“You can't keep me out! It's my house too!”

“It's my home, not yours. If you ever set foot on the property, I'll call the cops on you for trespassing. You made your choice. This is the consequence, so live with it.”

A strangled noise came through the phone. “Dave, baby, please. Listen to me. He's manipulating you. He's using you to get back at me, for God knows what. He's always been jealous, always wanted what I had. I knew he wanted you from —”

Leonard scoffed at the poor attempt he was making. “Is that the story you're telling yourself? That this is about you?” His hand flexed against Dave's chest. “Look at the video again, Adam. Look at his face, that wasn't manipulation, that was surrender. You never earned that, and you never even saw it until today. You should thank me for showing you that.”

“I hate you,” Adam whispered. “I hate you both.”

“I know,” Dave said quietly. He was just tired of everything, or Adam and his marriage. “But don't forget you once loved me, or claimed to do.”

He nodded at Leonard, and his father-in-law, who seemed to know what he wanted without him spelling it out, ended the call without a word of goodbye to his son. The screen went black, and he dropped the phone back onto the nightstand. It immediately began buzzing again, and he had to switch it off, so Adam wouldn't continue interrupting their private time. 

Silence flooded back in, but it was different this time. It didn't carry any heaviness in it. It seemed lighter, just as Dave felt at the moment. Leonard shifted behind him, turning Dave onto his back. He propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at him. His eyes searched Dave's, tracing the tracks of dried tears, the swollen lips and the hollows under his eyes. He didn't ask if Dave was okay, because he knew the question would have sounded like an insult.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed him, his tongue sweeping into Dave's mouth to claim what his son-in-law had offered him, something he didn't know he needed, and was unconsciously seeking until Dave stepped into his house, with a tear-streaked face. 

Dave kissed back, his hands coming up to frame Leonard's face. 

When Leonard broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against Dave's. “It's done.” 

Dave nodded. “What now?”

Leonard's thumb brushed his cheekbone. “Now,” he smiled, “you rest, here with me, on this bed.”

He moved, pulling Dave against him again, spooning him from behind as he arranged the tangled sheets over them.

Dave lay still and listened to Leonard's breathing deep and slow behind him. His last thought, before sleep pulled him under, was not of Adam's shattered voice. It was of Leonard's hand, resting possessively on his stomach, and the low, steady rhythm of a heartbeat that was not his husband's, pressed against his spine.

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship…

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE. 

Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one.

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