At home that evening Owen couldn't shake what his son had done to him. Spanking him was quite shocking but then to go ahead and finger him. He couldn't get rid of that feeling that just lingered. He showered and changed into a white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants before contemplating on whether or not he should go talk to his son about that afternoon. Owen stood outside his son's bedroom door pacing around like a worried child til suddenly TK opened his door. Standing before his dad in basketball shorts and no shirt. TK was not making this any easier on him and perhaps he could sense it and enjoyed the thrilled.
"What's up?" TK asked wait a raised brow.
"Oh.. Um, nothing. I was just gonna see what you wanted for dinner." Owen said knowing it was not the best lie ever as they had dinner at the firehouse. He could tell that TK wasn't buying it as he now crossed his hands over his chest to present himself as more stern. It was funny to Owen in that moment how TK was his son and he was his father yet Owen felt like the son in this moment. He swallowed nervously before he finally piped up, "I want to know how you can just act like it never happened."
TK was thrown so off track then as he now shook his head in confusion. "Like what never happened?"
"You know…" Owen said silently as if anyone could hear though it was only just them two in the house.
"No, I don't believe I do." TK was playing and enjoying it too as he watched his dad seem too tense with nervousness and his eyes shifting as if someone was going to come out of nowhere.
"When you -.." Owen started, "when you spanked me."
TK smirked softly at that and leaned in for the rest which he knew he'd never get out of his dad but the game was fun.
"And also wh-.." Owen bit hip lip as if it was a huge secret and there were tiny microphones planted nearby.
"And when I fingered your asshole? Yeah, what about it?" TK said as he started to grow tired of this charade. He didn't understand why his dad was acting like a scared child when they were both adults. They each had their own needs. Wants and fantasies and TK just thought in the moment to act on a long standing fantasy of his.
Owen was taken aback by his son's language but he nodded and soon stepped into his son's bedroom so timid still. He sat on his bed and TK stood right in front of him.
"I've always had this fantasy, I dunno." TK shrugged as he then dropped his arms to his side. "I was snuck into your room when I was about -…" TK thought about it for a minute, "thirteen maybe and watched you plowing some woman and I just couldn't help but watch you. Your ass. It's weird, dad, I know but it'll never happen again if you're not cool with it."
"The thing is… I think I liked it." Owen admitted now getting back to his usual confident self. TK could die actually due to this news. Owen reached and put his hands at his son's hips as TK then shuffled forward a bit. "If you want, you can finger your dad again."
TK looked down at Owen now as he slid a finger into his mouth, "can I also do other things too?" He asked as Owen sucked at his son's finger and nodded.
"You can do anything to me." Owen said, "I promise."
Anything …. The word stayed wandering around his mind now. So many possibilities.
"Take your sweat pants off and bend over, Dad."
