Father And Son Episode 38-B: Gators At The Helm

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Monday had arrived. James was soundly asleep in his beed when he felt someone land on top of him.

"Murr....Lars, don't you think it's a bit early to be fucking?" James lay there parylized in half-sleep, the words seeming to just tumble out of his mouth. "I know you're a young man with a need to breed but yeesh..."

"Come on dad, I'm not waking you up to fuck you." Lars stradled his father, smirking widely, his tail wagging like an innocent child's would. "We've gotta get over and see Darius and Omar off."

"Oh yeah, that thing is today..." James finally forced his eyes open and he found that Lars was already fully dressed and ready to go. "Larson Alexander, how fucking early did you wake up?"

"Uh....five?" Lars sheepishly smirked.

"Ugh...what time is it now?" James' face morphed into a deadpan expression as he slowly woke up.

"Five....Thirty...." Lars awkwardly looked away.

".........Goodnight Larson." James rolled over in the bed, sending Lars reeling over with him.

"Aww come on dad." Lars hit the bed softly. "I was only kidding, it's six."

"I'm going back to sleep Lars." James rolled his eyes beneath his heavy eyelids.

"Six thirty?" Lars laughed a bit.

"Sleep Lars." James grabbed Lars by the shoulder and dragged him in close. "I'm not getting out of this bed before se-" James' alarm let out a pircingly loud beeping noise, sending a jolt of surpise straight up his spine, making him spasm briefly before begrudgingly finishing his statement. "ven..." James reached out wildly with his free hand and slammed on the clock.

Darius and Omar dragged their bags out to Darius' truck and threw them into the back.
"Alright you two, we'll try to keep it under a week..." Omar fumbled with his key ring, unhooking a set of keys. "Keep an eye on the place and good luck with the gym."

"We won't let you down Omar." James took the keys from Omar and gave him a warm smirk. "Go take your husband home to your parents with pride. You two are both fine men, and you should have a fuckton of pride in that."

"And hurry back!" Lars hugged Omar. "We'll be right here waiting for you two..."

"Thanks you guys..." Darius got into the drivers seat of his truck, smiling warmly at the two. "We won't be long..."

"Yeah, don't go worrying about us...." Omar was about to get into the passenger's seat when he stopped for a second. "Oh wait...." Omar reached into his pockets and fumbled with his keys again. "Lars."

"Huh?" Lars cocked an eyebrow.

"Here!" Omar tossed Lars a set of car keys. "You want to keep my truck running?"

"YES!" Lars jumped up into the air with the keys. "YES YES YES!"

"No." James grabbed Lars' arms mid-jump, leaving him hanging in the air.

"Come on, ease up James." Omar nodded. "Let Lars have some fun. I trust him."

"Hmph...." James grumbled. "....Just...Be careful Larson." James let Lars go.

"ALRIGHT! I HAVE A TRUCK OF MY OWN!" Lars bounced around. "No more bus fare for me!"

"Be sure to keep the tank full!" Omar laughed as he got into Darius' truck. ".....You ready Darius?"

"Yeah...I'm ready..." Darius let out a heavy sigh. Omar held on to his hand and said something softly into his ear, perking Darius up.

"Right...." Darius started the truck. "Then let's GO!"

"See ya later!" Lars waved.

"Good luck you two!" James gave them a thumbs-up.

Darius slowly backed out of the driveway.  "You two take care of the gym!" Darius smirked. "We're counting on you!" Shifting the truck into Drive, Darius started down the road.

"There they go..." James smiled as they left. "I hope things go okay for those two..."

"Yeah, me too..." Lars nodded. "Whelp, I guess I'll go take Omar's car for a spin." Lars marched away from James.

"A-bup!" James slapped the ground in front of Lars with his tail, stopping him. "Don't you have school in twenty minutes?"

"Dad..." Lars rolled his eyes at his father.

Later that morning at the gym, James was just opening up for buisness. "Yaaaawn....Well, that was everything they had on the list for me to do as far as opening the gym goes. I can finish up that budgeting work for them a bit later..." James cracked his knuckles. "It's still pretty early in the day...I wonder how I'll keep busy..."

"HEY! OMAR!" a familliar voice boomed out in an angry tone.

"...Of course." James facepalmed briefly before heading out into the main gym area to see what the problem was. "What's with the yelling?"

In the main gym area, a big, famillar elephant was standing in front of a lifting machine with an angry look. "Oh, it's the alligator guy." The elephant grumbled. "I wanted Omar."

"Well Omar and Darius are out and they told me all about you, Rufus. What's the matter?" James rolled his eyes.

"The seats on these machines smell like ass! I'm not going to lay on that!" Rufus looked around. "Where's that cute little cleaning boy Omar hired?"

"He's not scheduled until four." James grumbled. "And stay away from my son's butt."

"What about his mouth?" Rufus smirked cockily.

"Stay away from him period." James balled up a fist and smacked it into his other palm. "I'm only going to warn you once, and then you're going to have to deal with my fists." James gave Rufus a dangerous look. "Got me!?"

"Sheesh, calm down man." Rufus shrugged. "Why are you so protective over that kid anyway? He's a fucking pervert and he's obviously a slu-HURK!!!" Rufus didn't notice until it was too late that James had wound up and punched him hard in the gut."

"You have a big mouth Rufus. And Omar told me you only respond to physical communication." James withdrew his fist and let Rufus stagger back. "So let me make this clear: Talk shit, get hit." James loomed over Rufus. "And keep your hands off my son! Am I clear!?"

"Urgh....Gocha...." Rufus stumbled away. "My stomach...Ow..."

"Huh, that wasn't so hard...." James looked down at his fist, coated in Rufus' sweat. "Omar said he takes punches to the gut like a tank...I can't have hurt him that bad..." James shrugged, brushing his hands off. "Oh well, back to buisness." James continued on his way, getting to know the rest of the regulars and talking with Bouchard to pass the time. After a few hours passed, Lars arrived for work. He tossed his bookbag in the office and got on his workshirt.

“Aah, Lars. Right on time.” James walked up just as Lars was leaving the office, smiling widely at his son.

“What’s up Boss-Man!” Lars smiled back and waved as he met James outside the door.

“Now Lars, did you ever call Omar “Boss-Man” while you were working here?” James rolled his eyes.

“Sure, but I also called him by his name.” Lars gave James a sly smirk. “Why, do you want the same treatment?” Lars chest-bumped his father. “What’s up James? How was your day?”

James smacked Lars upside the head softly, a deadpan expression on his face. “I’m doing just fine SON. If you call me by my name like that again, I’m not so sure you will be though…”

“Ow…” Lars rubbed his head where James had hit it in a mocking fashion. “Come on Dad, I’m going to be your husband soon. When can I call you by your name without getting smacked for it, Never?”

“Hmm….” James thought it over. “I’ll get back to you on that…” James shrugged. “But right now, I’m just your dad, got me?”

“Yes dad…” Lars rolled his eyes at his father, getting ready to head off to work.

“Good.” James dragged Lars in close. “And hey, being that has more perks than you’d think…”  James snuggled his son and nuzzled him softly. "A hell of a lot more than you'd get treating me like your boss."

Lars blushed brightly at the sudden swing in the mood. “Sheesh Dad, what’s up with you lately? We’re in the middle of the gym, what would everyone think seeing us like this?” 

“Judging by the demographic, they’d think it’s pretty hot. Not that I care.” With that, James plunged into Lars’ mouth with a deep and passionate kiss.

“Aah, so this is what you were talking about earlier, Boucharde?” Kurimel watched with Boucharde as James and Lars made out.

“Yes. They are lovers, but they are also related…” Boucharde shrugged.

“I see….Well, we've seen stranger things back at home."Kurimel chuckled and grabbed Bouchard's hand. "Come along Boucharde, it's rude to watch lovers kissing. Besides, I'm needing your signiture on some paperwork." With a gentle drag, Kurimel led Boucharde away, leaving James and Lars to their public display of affection.

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As the day wound down James and Lars decided to spend the rest of the evening lifting weights together.

"So dad..." Lars set down the dumbell he was curling. "Have you gotten any word back from work?"

"Not yet kid..." James rolled his eyes. "I was kinda proud of how much I fucked them up, but if this keeps up for much longer, I may just leave. They're still paying me, but they're paying me for nothing." James let out a deep sigh. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I kinda miss those annoying-ass kids..."

"I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble dad..." Lars let out a heavy sigh and sulked. "I know it was your choice, but maybe if I had kept to myself more we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Don't talk like that kid." James lifted Lars' head up so they could look into each other's eyes. "I wouldn't want to work in a place where I wasn't able to be with you the way I want to." James set down the dumbell he was pumping and dragged Lars closer. "When we took that step together, I never wanted to look back. I had been lying to myself about my feelings and ever since I dedicated myself to you, I've been a changed man. You're happy with me too...right?"

"Yeah dad. I never knew I could be as happy as I am every day with you..." Lars couldn't help but smile at his father's warm words.

James leaned in closer. "So don't feel sorry. Ever. Our love should be the most important thing to us. I can always find another job if it comes to it if it means that I'm able to be with you..okay kid?"

"......Okay dad...." Lars nodded. "I guess I just have to trust you on this one." Lars hugged his father tightly. "Because I don't want to go back to just being father and son...Now that I have you all to myself, I'm not giving you up for anything."

"You know...." James blushed a bit. "......just this once..."

"Hmm?" Lars was confused.

"Say my name...." James smiled warmly. "Who do you love?"

"I love you...Jameil...." Lars blushed brightly. His father's name seemed so alien to him.

"I love you too Larson..." James kissed Lars deeply on the lips, but then pulled back.

"Hmm?" Lars looked dissapointed as his father blushed and smirked.

"Well...Maybe you have a point..." James chucked, embarassed. "I guess I'm just really turned on by you kid. But you're right. Maybe having your dear old dad going tonsil diving in your mouth every time we talk is a bit-"

Lars cut James off with a kiss of his own, dragging his father's head down hard so he could kiss harder and deeper. "Mmmh...." After a few moments, Lars released his father and smirked at him.

"Just because it's a bit embarassing doesn't mean I want you to stop, big guy." Lars smacked his father on the chest. "Don't worry about me and my embarassment, it'll pass. Got that Jameil?"

"Uh...." James blushed a bit. "Er...Okay kid..." James held his forehead to Lars' forhead. "God kid, we're feeding into each other like some horny teenagers. I love it!" James grinded his forehead into his sons. "But I only said you could say my name once, Lars..." James smirked.

"Owowow okay, okay..." Lars grumbled with pain at his father's grinding. "I'll take a break from that..." Lars pulled back and rubbed his forehead where his father grinded it. "I'm happy being able to tell you I love you...I just hope I can say your name again at the wedding..."

"Hmm...." James thought it over again. "...Let me think it over...." James smirked at his son. "Don't worry kid, this won't be the last time..."

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James and Lars arrived at home later that night.

"Well that wasn't too hard." James shrugged as he sat down on the sofa. "I know I only got a small taste of what those two do, but it's pretty easy."

"Think you'll take them up on the job offer?" Lars headed for the kitchen and started digging through the fridge. "It'd be pretty fun being able to work with you."

"I don't know kid." James shrugged. "I don't think I want to leave that job just yet. I want to see what they do."

"Alright then." Lars slammed the fridge closed, arms full of containers. "How do you feel about Leftover Surprise tonight?"

"Leftover Surprise?" James cocked an eyebrow.

"Re-heated leftovers." Lars shrugged. "Served straight."

"What's the surprise." James kicked off his shoes, getting more comfortable.

"Nothing. That's the surprise!" Lars smirked.

"Meh, I'll take it." James rolled his eyes. "After the surprises we've had, I'm not going to take my chances..." James noticed out the corner of his eye that the mail had been laying on the floor by the door. "Aah, mail. Didn't see it there." James got to his feet and went to scoop it up.

Lars set the time on the microwave and reached in the fridge. "Hey dad, want a beer?"

"Sure." James picked up the mail and started to shuffle through it. "Bill...Junk...Oh hey, dad sent us a letter."

"Really? Nice!" Lars pulled a beer out of the fridge. "Can I have a beer dad?" Lars smirked.

"Touch my beer and I'll break you in half." James dismissively shot down Lars. "Huh..." James noticed a particular envelope as he sat at the kitchen table. "This is..."

"Huh?" Lars sat with James, looking over his shoulder.

"It's from the job." James looked over at Lars.

"Do you think it could be...." Lars got excited about the note.

"I don't know...I guess these leftovers have a surprise after all..."

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To Be Continued...