NOTE: Happy Easter! Celebrating my first month and 12th story :)
As requested- ^(^0^)^
This is the sequel to 'Love You, Too, dad', which is the sequel of 'I Love You, son', so this is the third.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to make this related to the previous stories, but I assumed that that is what you meant…aAaand- as requested, I will do it in two parts
P.S. I've actually have gotten obsessed with this pairing. I think it's my new favorite…maybe.
Hope you like it! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
After that day at the ranch, Hal and Francis parted ways, with an unspoken agreement about their situation.
When they both had pulled their pants up, they kissed a few more times. Hal clumsily tried to close Francis's shirt as Francis pressed kisses all over him.
"Dad, what's going to happen after this," asked Francis.
"Well, son, I guess we should just go on-as we always do," Hal answered, feeling uneasy.
The other times they got to see each other was, as usual, in chaos. It was the time when Lois had Jaime. And on thanksgiving, when Francis was too distressed because his divorce with Piama-among others.
Overtime, it seemed the deprivation of it made their desire diminish. But officially, it just became well tucked into their subconscious.
Basically, the agreement was that they both knew that this affair was something that needed to be stopped. But if that day had taught them anything, it was that as long as they were themselves, it probably wouldn't.
xXx
Francis was turning 21 tomorrow, and everyone awaited his arrival at the Wilkerson house. Hal was especially excited.
The doorbell rang, announcing Francis and Piama had arrived.
"They're here!" Hal ran to the door, tittering like an idiot. He opened the door. "Hey, it's the birthday boy! Or should I say birthday man!"
Lois and Piama said something about a salad and disappeared into the kitchen.
Francis held Hal back. "I'm so excited," he whispered.
"Yeah, it's gonna be a great party," answered Hal.
"No, not the party," disclosed Francis. "The…you know what." Francis smiled widely, looking adorable.
Hal was taken aback. "Oh." Was there some special secret sexy surprise involved he had forgotten about? Hal didn't know what he was talking about. "Yeah."
"Thank you so much. I've been looking forward to this for 12 years," Francis whispered back. "12 long years," Francis added, biting down his excited tone.
He couldn't have promised something sexual to his son 12 years ago, could he? Hal improvised. "Yes, well, it's going to be everything you dreamed it would."
Hal searched his memory. Turns out, when Francis was little, Hal promised him a father-son motorcycle trip when he turned 21.
"It's going to be great," assessed Francis, giving his father's shoulders a quick shake before going to the kitchen.
XxX
It seemed that Francis had dismissed any kind of carnal activity, so Hal was set on being a good, normal father.
That night, Hal looked up inspirational quotes from a Chicken Soup for the Soul books. He wanted Francis to think that his father offered timeless wisdom.
The biggest problem for Hal at the moment, though, was how to avoid getting in trouble with Lois; who was hell bent on forbidding motorcycles from even being mentioned.
XxX
The plan was that two motorcycles would be delivered to the gas station on 10th and Coolidge; they would leave from there.
"Be cool," Hal warned.
XxX
Everything was under control until-
Lois was frosting a german chocolate cake while warning Hal about getting film in the camera.
Hal was assuring her that it was taken care of when Francis told him to come outside.
Outside their house were the two ordered motorcycles. There was a misunderstanding with the credit card address and it was looking bad.
It got worse when Francis accidently turned on his motorcycle and ended up riding it through the living room.
"Just turn left, and gun it," ordered Hal over the roar of the engine, as he put on his red helmet.
Francis knocked down the front door and rode out, Hal following.
XxX
Hal and Francis rode their motorcycles and stopped in the dessert for the night.
"What a ride," exclaimed Francis, poking at the fire they had made.
"Just wait, tomorrow we go to this funky old hot springs you are gonna love."
"Thanks for doing this, Dad."
Hal racked his brain for something inspirational to say. He perused his marked book then turned to Francis. "You know, son, you should always pick battles that are big enough to matter, but small enough to win."
"Yeah, okay." Francis idly poked at fire.
Hal tried another quote.
"Dad, you feeling okay," asked Francis.
Hal decided to change the topic. He pulled out of the satchel a 21yr old bottle of scotch.
That's when Francis announced he had gone to AA, and was sober now. Hal was completely upset. Mostly because Francis never let him know he had a problem to begin with.
"I'm supposed to help you," scolded Hal. Hal hurled the bottle of scotch into the fire, making the flames roar. "Do you have any other surprises for me," snapped Hal. "Do I have any grandchildren, I haven't met? Do you have a boyfriend?!
Francis was momentarily confused.
"Never mind," dismissed Hal.
"No, wait. What did you say?"
"Nothing! Forget it."
"You said if I had a boyfriend! Do you think I would…?"
"I don't know, Francis," Hal stressed. "If you had problems, I thought you would come to me…and I thought, that if-maybe, you were seeing someone else…that's why you didn't come to me."
Francis was quiet, and looked down, kicking at the sand with the tip of his boot.
"I'm going to bed," huffed Hal. He stomped to his blanket and lied down.
Francis followed, and unhappily went to sleep.
Ok~ soooOOOoo this is part uno and the next part is close behind (/^o^)/
This is me when I see Hal/Francis moments: ┗(*0*)┓
