Archie looked at himself in the mirror. His body was still covered in bruises. His muscles felt more sore than yesterday. He was glad Veronica was able to patch him. He was also glad that his father was able to give him some much needed love even though it happened in a way he didn't expect. He didn't really know what to think about the kiss. Although he did like the warm touch, it did feel off that it was his dad. He did love his dad very much. Ever since Mary left a void had been starting to grow in the house. Fred way busy with making sure there was bread in the table while Archie was busy solving crimes, boxing and making Riverdale a better place to live. But since yesterday, since the kiss, a shift was happening.
A sudden knock on the door sent him back to this world.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes dad!" Archie shouted back at his dad.
A naked Fred stepped into the bathroom. Despite not possessing the physique he had 20 years ago, his work at Andrew's Construction held his body in great shape.
Fred looked concerned and asked, "Do you need help with that?", pointing at the bandages around his arm.
"Yes please."
As they sat on edge of the bathtub, Fred was carefully taking the pieces of white cloth off of his son. Archie bit his teeth a couple of times. But Fred's large hands made quick work of them. He then turned on the shower and the temperature in the room rose. Archie was fidgeting with his boxer. Fred helped him.
Both men stepped inside the shower. There wasn't much space for them so their bodies almost touched. Steam was filling the bathroom. The heat of the water eased Archie's constant pain. His father stood behind him. His hands caressed the dark, sensitive spots on his back. His hands then went to his chest making slow movements. Archie made soft groaning sounds.
Fred asked,"Does it hurt?"
"Yes but it still feels nice."
Fred continued with his tender hands, massaging Archie's broad shoulders.
The situation felt so intimate. Archie didn't really what he thought of it. Something he was certain on was the fact that he just wanted to melt in his father's loving embrace. It made him feel like a small child again, laying on his dad's stomach.
Fred strokes his son's fiery red hair with his soaped hands. Fred then scrubs his armpits. After that he sits down on his knees and moves his hands down to his son's backside. Archie's knees buckled when Fred raked his nails across Archie's inner thigh.
Fred likes this situation more than he should. He loved helping his son, making sure he was happy. Isn't that his job as a parent he thought to himself.
He gestured for his son to turn around. He was then met with his son's large cock in front of his face. He looked up with a proud expression. Archie was much larger than the last time he had seen it. There was now a large red bush surrounding it. Fred was grins when he notices that his son's cock is already half hard. He doesn't say anything though, not wanting to make his son feel uncomfortable that he got a boner from his dad. It did make Fred smile to himself.
He continued his soaping. He cleaned it by pulling the foreskin back. He then stroked it a couple of times tenderly. Archie huffs when his father lets his dick go.
Fred stands up again. He kisses his son on the lips again, this time giving his ass a subtle squeeze. He then steps out of the shower.
"Don't you want to be washed too dad?"
Fred got himself a towel and dries his face. He smirked at his son's request.
"Let's remember this one when you're completely healed."
Archie grinned as he turned the shower off. Fred throws him a towel. The bathroom mirror was now completely nebulous.
"Let's get you dressed and then I'll make you your favorite pancakes."
