Chapter Two: Who Cares?

His son couldn't be talking about what he thought he was, but from the boy's blushing cheeks and the way he shifted Jack sensed that his son had, despite his best efforts, started to have sexual thoughts already.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Jack whispered.

Uhm…I found a book…earlier. It had…uhm…" Danny blushed. "And since you're going to…maybe we could…"

"What did that book have, Danny?" Jack approached him.

Danny looked up at him. "It had…pictures. Of…of men doing…doing stuff."

'Note to self: Burn all books that depicts sexual acts between men.' No, as much as Jack wanted to do that he knew that would be a beacon to the ghosts. They were keeping their eyes out for cook-fires and anything else that indicated signs of life, and so the books would be safe. For now; once this ghost mess was over then he would be free to burn those books.

Still, at the moment he had a blushing son who looked like he actually wanted to TRY what the book showed him. "Daniel…" He said in a low voice. "Do you know what you're asking me? Do you really understand?"

It was wrong, he knew so well just how wrong it was, but Jack had been without the chance to be with someone in five years and if the world was going to Hell anyway then what was the harm of one little sin? Rational thought told him not to do it, but everything else was telling him that the boy wanted it and so did he.

"I think so. I mean…the book was pretty…detailed." Danny blushed even redder.

"I'm your father, though." Jack moved closer to him, placing his hands on Danny's shoulders. "It's not only a sin, it's a crime."

"Dad, right now the only law is Plasmius' law. I'm sure he doesn't care about a father and son…doing it." Danny said, looking up at him. "And…we might die tomorrow. We could die at any time, and never see Jazz or mom again." He clutched at his father's sleeves. "We both want it…and obviously God doesn't care about us or else he would've stopped Plasmius. Who cares if it's a sin?"

"Who cares", indeed. Jack let go of the rational part of his brain and kissed Danny, pushing him against the bed as he did and then lifting the boy into his arms. He looked at the bed and then put Danny down, grabbing the mattress and covers off the bed and putting it on the floor instead, making the bed again. A creaking bedframe would attract attention, too much attention, and so they were safer on the floor.

Danny watched him, at first wondering what he was doing and then silently understanding. Jack finished re-making the bed and then looked at Danny, extending a hand to him. Danny came to him, taking his hand and climbing into his arms.

They had to be silent, all sounds muffled by lips or hands to avoid the ghosts finding them. He shouldn't be doing this, Danny was only fourteen. If the world had been fair to him, then he would be in high school with his biggest fear being rejected for a date or getting a bad grade –

Not being discovered and captured by a ghost. And he would be watching girls or maybe other boys walk by, wondering about how it would be but waiting until he was older because he was shy – Not sleeping with his father.

His silent moans and pants were strangely erotic and as Jack moved his hands under the ragged store-stolen t-shirt he felt him squirm and shiver at his touches. His hair was already caked to his forehead with sweat, and Jack gently moved it away before kissing his forehead.

The t-shirt was removed and then the ripped jeans and ragged sneakers, followed by the boy's boxers. Then he started to undress himself, his gaze on Danny's as the boy watched. Did he have any idea how erotic he looked? The way his tongue wet his lips, the way his eyes were half-lidded and his cheeks a rose-red…it was all too much.

Saliva would have to do, they didn't have anything else. But first, he decided to treat Danny by sucking him off first, and Danny had to cover his mouth with both hands to keep the ghosts from hearing him. He let out a soft moan into his hands that was barely heard by Jack when he released into his father's mouth, and his expression of silent shock when Jack swallowed was priceless.

Danny decided to return the favor, but he didn't really know what he was doing and ended up just wetting it with his tongue and lips. It was enough, and Jack licked three fingers before he pushed in one, the boy covering his mouth to silence himself again.

They shouldn't be doing this, but as the moonlight slipped through the small cracks in the wall and lit up the boy's face Jack found he didn't care. Danny was beautiful, and the way he tightened his hold on his mouth whenever Jack pushed up into him was just too adorable for words.

They continued like this for what felt like forever, until Jack finally reached his limit and filled Danny, his hand coaxing the same out of the boy. Then Jack pulled out and they lay together, Danny held close in his arms.

It was just a one-time thing; just a one-time thing that would surely never happen again. They were both desperate, hungry for an intimate touch, and they'd lost their heads. And yet, as Danny tilted his head up and kissed Jack before nestling in his arms to sleep, Jack found himself wanting more.

It was supposed to be just one time; just one time. Danny and Jack hid from Skulker's view as their hearts pounded in their chests and as they pressed against each other in the small space, Danny felt his loins stir again. Finally, Skulker left the area and they breathed sighs of relief, retreating back home with their stolen goods.

After meeting with the other two families and sharing stories, they returned to their room. The door had barely been closed before Jack felt Danny's hand on his, his gaze on the bed. Knowing what he wanted, Jack went with him to the bed and they made love once more.

What was supposed to be just one time, one desperate sin, was turning into a nightly occurrence. Danny had learned where on his father's body was the best place to touch to make him even more aroused and Jack found his son leading them half of the time, Jack's lips pursed as he gripped the boy's hips, looking up at him as Danny covered his mouth with one hand when he rode him, the other on Jack's leg for balance.

Sometimes Jack thought that he could feel Plasmius watching them. He might've even set it up, planting that book for Danny to find – the sicko. Danny was only fourteen but he was so addicted to sex with his father that Jack doubted they could return to a normal family life when this was all over. Not because of Danny, no…because of him. He feared that he could go to Danny's room to sleep with him, even with Maddie in his bedroom fast asleep. He enjoyed this too much, much to his horror, and he doubted he would want it to end.

No, they had to end it. But to do that, they had to defeat Plasmius and eliminate the factor of only having each other – the other families didn't count, not when they were barricaded into their room.

As Danny lay beside him, Jack tried to think of ways they could beat Plasmius. Human weaponry was useless, but perhaps if they could find a ghost willing to go against Plasmius…

He thought back to their old home, which was in ruins now but the basement was surely intact – it was initially a bomb shelter, after all – and he had a half-finished project that could help, if he could get Danny to help him; to leave this place and go to the unfamiliar.

Yeah...that just happened. And happened. And happened again.
Oh, hey, what's Jack got hidden at home? Anyone got any theories? ~ Zone