The man stiffened, the comforting circles he was rubbing along Jake's back stopped.
"Jake?" He said slowly. Jake lifted his head to look at his father, tears still in his eyes.
"Yeah, Dad?" He replied, his voice cracked slightly from crying. Suddenly, his was pulled into a tight hug. He sat there in shock, his dad still loved him.
"You're my perfect boy, Jake. Know that, if anything. Okay?" The man whispered against Jake's curls. "Perfect."
"You're not mad?" Jake asked quietly, still surprised at the overwhelmingly positive response. The man jerked away, gripping Jake hard on the shoulders and shook them gently while he stared into his eyes.
"Of course I'm not mad, you're my baby boy." The man got down on his knees so that he was looking up at Jake's face, holding his hands out in front of him, Jake immediately put his within the larger hands.
"Now I know you're ready sweetheart. I'm so happy you told me this soon." The man said, rubbing the backs of Jake's hand slowly.
"Ready for what, Dad?" Jake replied with confusion etched on his small face.
"For me to love you properly, Jay. Now I can show you how much you mean to daddy. Would you like for me to love you?"
"B-but Dad, I...I thought you already loved me? You're not making any sense." With the last comment slipping from Jake's mouth in a hushed tone, the man chuckled. Once he stopped he looked at Jake, humour still twinkling in his eyes, but there was something else. There was something there that Jake couldn't exactly put his finger on, but he didn't like it.
"Oh Jake, one day you'll understand. How about you give your daddy a kiss, hmm?"
"Dad, I haven't kissed you since I was like 6...it's weird. Guys don't do that." Jake whispered, looking around the room, trying to focus on anything but the embarrassing conversation.
"It's perfectly normal for guys to do this, come here baby boy." The man said gently as he stood up and pulled Jake towards him, so he was pressed up against him. He leaned down swiftly and pressed their lips together.
Jake went stiff. When he and his father had kissed before it was only on the cheek, nothing but a quick peck. This kiss had pressure and he could feel his father's lips moving against his still ones.
The man pulled away and leaned into whisper to Jake. "You better kiss me back, young man. There will be consequences if you don't." He then placed a small peck beside Jake's ear.
Jake responded the second time, moving his lips to accommodate the other man's. He felt his lip being sucked on gently and returned the motion. He didn't understand why his father was doing this, why he had decided to kiss him in such a strange way. Jake thought that this was how a man kisses his wife or how couples kiss, not father and son. Jake trusted his father none the less, he knew the man loved him and would protect him at all costs.
Then he felt it, a swipe of tongue against his lower lip. What was he supposed to do? The motion came again, but more insistent on trying to part Jake's mouth. He opened slowly, shocked as he felt his fathers tongue slither it's way into his mouth. The tongue was foreign, it was too big and was moving around Jake's mouth, trying to map out everything. Without meaning to, his own tongue jerked up when it was slid upon. He jerked his tongue back down so that it was flat and unmoving.