Father and Son Episode Thirty-One: Bracing For The Storm

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James lay awake, his son in his arms, thinking. He had only barely got any sleep. How could something such as this happen right under his nose? He was sick with worry over his brother's health and even moreso over his son's safety. "How...could I let this happen to him..." James thought deeply. "I've been so blessed because of that asshole....So I can't turn my back on him..." James held his son tighter. "But don't you worry son...I'll keep you safe from anything he tries to throw at you...Just give me a bit of a hand with dealing with him..." James smiled down at his son.

"Yawn..." Lars slowly woke up. "Morning...dad..."

"Morning son..." James kissed Lars on the cheek. "How...are you feeling?"

"Okay I guess..." Lars rolled his eyes. "I'd be feeling better if HE wasn't in my bed."

"Larson..." James lowered his eyes at his son.

"Hey, I like my bed left alone when I sleep with you. It's a legitimate complaint." Lars shrugged.

"Hmph...whatever...So what do you want to cook for breakfast?" James snuggled Lars close.

"Oh, I'm not cooking." Lars huffed.

"Larson..." James rolled his eyes at his son. "We both know how much you love cooking. Don't avoid it just to spite him."

"I'm not cooking anything for that man dad." Lars huffed even more.

"I see." James flatly released his son and got up from the bed. "If it means that much to you, you don't have to cook for him." James started for the door. "But you can say goodbye to your games, your phone and THIS" James turned to face Lars and held his cock in his hands, pointing it directly at Lars. "For the rest of the rest of the month and next month." James gave Lars an evil smirk. "Your choice kid." James left the room.

". . ." Lars facepalmed. "Fuck."

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A bit later, Lars had just finished cooking breakfast and sat down with his father and Jumeres.

"Wow...this is incredible." Jumeres scratched his head as he looked at the food he was served. "You really made this? I know when I was seventeen I couldn't eve boil water without burning something down..."

"Well...cooking is sort-of my passion." Lars shrugged.

"Yes it is." James nodded proudly. "You couldn't keep this boy away from a kitchen if you tried."

"Well...thanks for cooking for me Lars..." Jumeres awkwardly shrugged. "I...know you don't like me very much right now..."

"It's...alright" Lars awkwardly shrugged right back at Jumeres. "As long as your willing to get better...I can't exactly be that mad at you..."

James nodded proudly, patting his son on the shoulder. "That's right Lars." James looked at the kitchen clock. "So what do you want to do Jumeres? Latriana isn't going to be here until this evening..."

"I guess...I could go to another meeting..." Jumeres shrugged.

"Alright then. I'll take you over after breakfast." James nodded.

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Later, At the AlphaMuscle gym, Omar was in his office going over numbers.

"Alright...So...if I charge ten dollars for a class and ninety for a month of classes...that should more then cover the cost of all that Yoga equipment that Daruis needs...but I'm still not sure if that many guys will get into it..."

"Sure they will!" Lars was sitting behind Omar's desk watching wrestling videos. "Darius is always telling me you got to have a wide and varied list of exercises in order to utilize your muscles best. Yoga is a perfect addition. Especially for those guys who want to be a bit more flexible in bed, hehe." Lars nodded. "I know some guys wouldn't want to do stuff like that in casual gyms, but they would be all over it if it were in a gym like this." Lars got up from his chair and leaned on Omar's shoulder. "It could be like a Curves only instead of fat, dumpy women, it would be buff guys." Lars smirked. "Think of all the money you'd make off that market."

"Hmm...fine then. My puppy wants his Yoga, I'll give him his yoga." Omar smirked. "But if this falls through, it's his ass that I'm kicking."

"Alright!" Lars slapped Omar on the chest. "You're going to make Darius real happy."

"Haha, I know..." Omar kicked back in his office chair, looking up at Lars. "So why exactly are you just hanging out here not doing anything? Still avoiding that uncle of yours?"

"Yeah..." Lars shrugged. "I know I'm not supposed to be resenting him, but when you take that away things are just....really awkward..." Lars leaned on Omar's shoulders. "Know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I get you." Omar rolled his eyes, looking up at Lars. "If I were in the same situation, I'd probably want to be as far away as humanly possible, too." Omar smiled warmly at Lars. "I don't know when Darius is going to be back, but you can hang with me as long as you want."

"Thanks Omar..." Lars smiled widely at Omar.

"It's no problem....I just don't know about your dad, though..." Omar shrugged.

"Dad?" Lars cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah. With how much you hate that Jumeres guy, I'm sure your dad hates him tenfold." Omar closed his eyes in thought. "I'd wager James is hanging on by a loose thread without you there to keep him cool." Omar smirked. "Yup, that Jumeres is dead meat..."

"Omar..." Lars lowered his eyes at Omar. "I know what your doing..."

"What? I'm not doing anything..." Omar shook his head. "I'm especially not thinking about how much James would need you by him at a time like this, especially not that!" Omar shrugged. "I mean who am I to say how much your dad depends on you and looks to you for support since you're his his only child AND his spouce."

"You're evil Omar. Absolutely evil!" Lars slapped Omar on the shoulder.

"What, You're just figureing this out?" Omar smirked evily at Lars.

"So what should I do?" Lars dragged a chair up beside Omar and sat.

"Exactly what I said you should." Omar turned to face Lars. "Go be with your dad. God knows that man needs you there to help him with that brother of his." Omar nodded. "I know from experience. Even if a guy seems like he's got it under control, he still sometimes needs that guy beside him for support."

"Alright, I'll call dad to pick me up." Lars kissed Omar on the cheek. "Thanks Omar."

"Hey, cut that out." Omar blushed a bit and pushed Lars away. "I don't do that sweet stuff unless it's with Darius."

"Heh, sorry..." Lars smirked. "I'll be sure to remember that." Lars quickly kissed Omar on the other cheek. "Big bro."

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A bit later, Lars was riding back home with James. They were silent for a while, but James finally broke the scilence.

"So Lars...you weren't at the gym very long. Did you get any exercise in?" James smilde down at his son.

"I...didn't go to exercise..." Lars hung his head in shame. "I...was hiding....from Jumeres."

"Hiding?" James cocked an eyebrow. "You're twice that man's size and weight. I don't think you have anything to hide from."

"Not from him specificlly....But from...being around him, you know..." Lars shrugged. "From having to see him..."

"Oh, I see..." James nodded.

"But me and Omar got to talking...Whatever feelings I may have, you probably have tenfold." Lars held on to his father's arm. "You've had to deal with him your entire life. And I just up and abandoned you TWICE  over this!" Lars hugged his father's arm tightly. "I'm sorry dad...I'm a terrible son and a terrible husband..."

"Lars..." James put his arm around Lars and pulled him in close. "Hehe, my little dumbass..."

"HEY!" Lars jokingly snapped at his father. "What'd you call me that for?"

"Because you are sometimes." James snuggled his son. "I know how much you dislike Jumeres. Hell, if I were you, I'd have beaten his sorry ass the moment he stepped in the door." James pulled into the driveway and turned off his car. "But you told me you'd tolerate him, hard as it may be and if you don't want to be around him in order to tolerate him then I'm alright with that." James got out of the truck, walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. "Just knowing you're supporting me is all I need from you...well, that and your not beating him up." James smiled warmly at his son, holding out his hand to Lars. "You've got the pacience of a saint and a will like iron kid. You're always facing challenges head on that even I would hesitate at. I couldn't be more proud of you and I couldn't be more in love with you. You're doing just fine as my husband Larson."

Lars took his father's hand. "Dad....I love you..." Lars jumped out of the truck and into his father's arms.

"I love you too son..." James kissed Lars on the cheek.

"But still, I'm going to be here for you. I'm going to be by your side dad! Through thick and thin!" Lars nodded happily.

"Hehe, you're probably the most stubborn and strong willed man I've ever met Lars." James kissed Lars again. "That's why I propposed to you."

"Oh good lord, would you two get a room?" A voice called out from the end of the driveway.

"Hmm?" James and Lars both looked over to see Latriana standing at the end of the driveway. "Latriana!" James smirked. "Can't you see I'm trying to lay down the moves on my man here!?"

"Mom!" Lars blushed brightly. "Hehe, you're here early..."

"The flight left earlier than I expected." Latriana picked up her bags and walked past the two into the house, planting a kiss on Lars' cheek. "Finish up that nonsense and let's  deal with that asshole that abandoned me."

"Possibility of them getting back together?" Lars shrugged.

"About as likely as hell freezing over." James shrugged back at his son. "I hope Jumeres is ready for the verbal beatdown of a lifetime."

"Eugh, going up against an angry mom." Lars clinged onto his father's arm, shaking. "I've still got goosebumps from last time."

James held Lars back. "Let's just pray she doesn't start throwing things." James chuckled and the two walked in behind Latriana.

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