A/N: Oh goodness, guys. Thank you all so much for all the awesome reviews. I didn't think this story would get such positive feedback when I first thought of it, but I guess I was wrong. You have no idea how much better I feel about my writing now.
"What is this?" my dad asked in a surprisingly calm tone, flipping on the bedroom light as Dave and I pushed away from each other with tomato-like faces.
We quickly jumped to opposite ends of the mattress and awkwardly stared at our feet. I knew I had to be the first to speak, so I took a few deep breaths and gulped down the frog in my throat.
"I'm gay, Dad," I said, looking up at him with shame.
There was a long pause. Too long of a pause. I started to panic and opened my mouth as if I could take it all back.
Until my dad finally said something, that is.
"Well, it's about damn time," he chuckled.
"Wait. What?" I sputtered. Dave laughed lightly.
"You're so oblivious, Son," Dad laughed more and put the tray of food on my desk. "It's alright, though," he said as he pulled me into a hug. "You're still my son either way and I love you, even if you just so happen to like boys."
"You make it sound so weird," I chuckled as I hugged him back.
"Okay, fine. Even if you just so happen to like Dave, then," he corrected with a sly smile as he walked back towards the door. "Make sure to bring the tray and dishes back down after you're done eating."
"Alright, Dad."
He walked out and began to close the door. "Oh, and one more thing…" He opened the door again and looked directly at Dave. "You better take good care of my son, Strider. If you don't treat him like a prince, I swear I will snap you."
"I wouldn't have it any other way but that, Sir. John means the world to me," Dave smiled and shifted his gaze over to me.
I smiled back and reached for his hand. He took it and gave me a peck on the forehead, whispering, "I promise."
Dad chuckled. "Good." He closed the door and went back downstairs.
I released Dave's hand and brought the tray of food back over to the mattress. We watched Sherlock as we ate our cheeseburgers and fries. When we were done eating, I gathered up the plates onto the tray and pecked Dave on the cheek before walking to the door.
"I'll be in the shower when you get back," Dave informed me. "I really need it." He sniffed his shirt.
I chuckled and nodded at him, heading out the door and walking down to the kitchen.
When I opened the door, my dad was sitting at the kitchen table eating dessert. He motioned to the plate of cheesecake sitting on the table across from him and I got the hint. I quickly washed everything off and then sat down at the table with my dad.
After a long, awkward silence as we both ate, my dad finally spoke up.
"I know that I don't have to talk to you about the 'birds and the bees'… but at least be safe."
"Oh my god, Dad." I buried my face in my hand. "We just got together."
"Yes, but I have to tell you this now since I know you won't come to me later." He finished off his cheesecake and sat his fork down. He reached over to the kitchen counter and rustled through a shopping bag. "Here, I bought these for you. Since you're 18 now, I think it's about time." He slid two small boxes across the table and got up to wash his plate off.
I hesitantly picked them up. Of course one of them was condoms. The other I was shocked my dad would even buy. It was a bottle of lubricant. I felt my face heat up. So my own father has even been expecting this…
"T-thanks, Dad."
"You're welcome, Son," he said while drying off his hands. "Just know this isn't an invitation to get all wild in my house. I just want you to be prepared."
"I know, Dad…"
"Well, I'm off to bed, so goodnight, John."
"G'night, Dad."
"Happy birthday. I'm proud of you."
And with that, he disappeared up the stairs, leaving me alone in the kitchen to finish my dessert. I finished it slowly and washed my plate off when I was done.
When I got back up to my room, I put the condoms and lube in my bedside table. Since Dave was still in the shower, I decided to also change into my pyjamas while I still had privacy. When I was done, I sat on my bed and watched TV, waiting for Dave.
After about 10 minutes, the blonde finally stepped into the bedroom. Except now he was only wearing pyjama bottoms and his shades were back in place. I stared at his slightly-still-wet torso with bright pink dusted across my face.
Dave sauntered over to me with a smirk.
"Like what you see, Egbert?" he teased as he sat down next to me and caressed my face, staring down into my eyes with his veiled ones.
"Yeah," I breathed onto his lips as I ran a hand up his damp chest.
"Good." He pulled my face closer until our lips were met in a hot kiss.
A/N: Not much to say now, but as you can guess, smut—even if just a little—is coming. So prepare your ovaries.