Make Me Feel

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Notes: Hmm…am I a Goth? (-looks down at clothes and inspects journal-) I guess I would have to say yes. Thank you Pirate Goddess, Goldbryn Callow Lyte, Agent Silver, elvesmagic101, DocOcksGirl31, and phendrana for all reading and reviewing.

Chapter 26

Zachary was still blowing on his burn when he finally reached Otto's room. It had just hit him that the jokes running through Emily's head with his 'coming out' were going to inflict some major burns. And the worst part is that Emily never let anything go, and would be coming up with more and more new jokes and dents to his ego as time went by.

He checked a priceless antique chime clock on his way to the older man's room and saw that it was twenty-six after nine. If the older man wasn't already up, Zachary decided it would be okay to wake the man up so that they could join Emily for a mid-morning breakfast. It was a meeting that Zachary was very curious to witness.

He reached the door and pressed his ear against the wood and listened carefully for any sounds of movement. He snickered when he caught another soft snore and quietly as possible turned the brass doorknob and pushed the large slab of polished wood inward. He steeped into the room and quietly closed the door behind himself.

The room was dim; the section of the building that Zachary lived in was in towards the center of the house. Therefor no windows and all light had to be obtained through lamps and lights. Naturally there were none on, but it wasn't completely dark.

On the far side of the room was a canopy bed large enough for four or five adult men to comfortably sleep in. Zachary took quiet steps towards it and saw that the huge bed managed to succeed in making the large older man look small. Otto was lying on his stomach with the four tentacles sprawled out limply and lazily across the huge bed. His normal arms were wrapped around a pillow he was hugging against his chest with his face pressed down into the clean white cover. (A/N: Awww….)

Zachary glanced over to a chair that had been pulled out slightly from an old vanity table and mirror and noted the trench coat, under coat, and shirt that had been as neatly as possible folded over the back.

Every few seconds there was a soft snore from the sleeping figure and Zachary realized that this was the first time that he had witnessed the other man sleeping. A part of him didn't want to wake the man, but it would be best to if they wanted to join the annoying little sister for breakfast.

He went up along the side of the bed that Otto wasn't closest to the edge of and bent down so he could see the man's sleeping face. He grinned at the peaceful look of the doctor and gave a start when he heard a click.

Turning he saw that one of the tentacles had raised its head just a couple inches off of the comforter and was watching him curiously. Zachary watched it for a moment and smiled. He lifted his hand up to his face and used his pointer finger to make the 'shush' sign over his lips.

The tentacle cocked its head to the left slightly and then nodded.

Zachary smiled and turned back to the sleeping scientist. He looked at the mussed curly hair and watched as he lifted his own hand to gently run his fingers through the curly brown locks. Being that he was using his right hand he focused his senses on the texture and the feel of the curls and to him at that moment, it seemed almost magical. He added a little more pressure and lightly rubbed the man's scalp along with his hair and watched the older man mumble and shift his position slightly.

"Hey handsome, time to wake up."

His voice was soft and low, it felt to speak at normal volume would disrupt the peaceful and almost magical moment.

A pair of sad looking brown eyes opened and regarded him through a fog of sleepiness. The tentacles spread over the bed began moving and stretching knowing that they could do this without fear of disturbing their father.

The man pushed himself up onto the pillow and reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes. When he moved, the covers slid down off his shoulders and his now pushed up position presented Zachary with a fair view of the man's skin, and the sight of how the brace along the man's spine looked as if welded on. Zachary forced himself to not stare at the metal on the man's back, and tried to focus on something else. Like his shoulders or his bare chest with the small manbreasts.

Otto looked up at the boy and Zachary now forced focus away from the man's partially bare body to his face and eyes. Which was hard with the blush he believed was creeping across his cheeks. It was odd; he had seen the man without a shirt before, but that had been before they had 'hooked up'.

"Time to wake up already?"

Zachary saw the glint in the man's eyes and he noticed the beginnings of a grin on the man's lips. He smiled at the older man and casually reached up to play with a curl of hair hanging into Otto's forehead.

"I've been up for almost a couple hours now. I figured it was about time to drag you out of bed and force you to face my sister. I talked to her already, she's dying to meet you."

Otto nodded and Zachary watched with a sudden pang of suspicion when a wicked grin crossed the large man's face. He was then taken by surprise when a tentacle that had snuck up behind him grabbed him pulling him up onto the bed. Otto grinned even wider and rolled over sitting up with some assistance from his children and then used the smaller tentacles for pulling the startled boy on top of himself and caught the teenager's lips with his own.

Zachary was trying to not laugh and kissed back. He felt one heavy hand clutch his shoulder and the other slid down his body onto his waist. Deciding to participate he wrapped his arms around Otto's neck and one hand journeyed back up to the curly hair that he was suddenly oh so fond of.

They stayed in that straddled position until it started taking a turn that Zachary wasn't quite ready for. The hand on his hip had started an innocent rubbing motion but then slipped up under his shirt and making much more intimate touches on his lower stomach, then began going lower…

Zachary pulled away suddenly and his hands left their stations to fly down and pull the man's hand away from where it had been trying to dip down through the waist of his pants. Otto looked startled for a moment but then his expression turned to understanding and a small shadow of shame.

"I'm sorry, you're not ready for that yet. Bad judgment on my part, I apologize."

Zachary looked down at his lap and his face was flushed. He mumbled something that must have been "that's okay" and removed himself from the straddling position he had been in over Otto. He slid off the bed and looked up and smiled albeit looking embarrassed.

"I'll wait outside the door so you can get dressed. Then we can go catch my sister and get some breakfast before…well…my mom decides to eat. That would just be to tense."

Not really waiting for an answer Zachary grinned at the older man and made a quick pace out of the room and shut the door firmly behind himself.

Leaving poor Otto to berate himself for trying to make such a move on someone obviously not ready for that next step in intimacy.

End of Chapter

Yeah I know, I'm taking my grand old time. But I figured that the slashy steam would be a lot more effective if we didn't eat breakfast with little sis right after Otto nearly got into Zach's pants. Literally. Thank you for reading and Please Review!!

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