“Are you laughing at me?” Jason asked defensively.
“I adore you,” Abe said. He crawled out from under the blanket and climbed onto Jason’s lap, straddling him. “I really do, you know.” He gazed into Jason’s eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with therapy, and if you believe there is, I’m not sure how you can expect Donny to think something else.”
“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with therapy.” Jason’s posture relaxed, and he wrapped his arms around Abe, resting them on his bare ass. “But I don’t need it. I’m fine.”
Skipping the obvious correlation between that comment and Donny’s own refusal to get help, Abe kissed the underside of Jason’s chin and said, “Your family needs it. Maybe if you make it about the family instead of about Donny, he’ll go.”
“Do you think that’ll work?” Jason knit his eyebrows together.
“I do.” Abe nuzzled Jason’s neck.
“Okay. I’ll try that. Hopefully he’ll go for it.”
“If he doesn’t, you can still see the therapist. I bet someone who specializes in adolescents would have good advice for you about how to help Donny at home and how to encourage him to come in for an appointment.” He kissed the underside of Jason’s chin, buried his hands under Jason’s shirt. “I can ask the psychologist who works for our school district for recommendations.”
“Yeah, okay,” Jason said. “I’d rather not ask people at work.”
Hiding his smile against Jason’s neck, Abe lapped at his salty skin. The apple really didn’t fall far from the tree with Donny. In this case, it meant both father and son were temperamental and stubborn when it came to asking for help, but hopefully it also meant Donny would grow into a good man like his father.
“I’ll get you a couple of names.” Abe rucked Jason’s shirt up his chest. “But try to remember that if you think there’s something wrong with needing therapy, Donny will too.” He kissed the center of Jason’s collarbone.
“Uh-huh,” Jason murmured distractedly, raising his hands so Abe could push his shirt off.
When Jason’s cock hardened underneath his ass, Abe decided it was time to stop talking. They’d covered all the high points anyway. He pushed Jason’s shirt over his head, latched on to Jason’s nipple, and sucked while he worked open the button and zipper on Jason’s pants.
“That feels good, baby.” Jason tightened his hold on Abe’s backside, digging into the muscles and encouraging Abe to rock closer. “Mmm.”
They moved together languidly, neither pushing to quicken the pace. Abe worked Jason’s nipples over while Jason focused on Abe’s ass—first the globes, with hard rubs, then the crease, with gentle strokes, and eventually the hole, which Jason circled with his fingertips.
“What are you in the mood for tonight?” Jason whispered.
“You.” That was always the answer and always the truth. Anything he did with Jason, everything he did with Jason, turned Abe on and made him soar. “Want you,” he mumbled into Jason’s mouth before slipping his tongue inside.
The kiss burned hot from the start. Jason grabbed Abe’s hair and tugged him forward, taking his mouth ferociously as he increased the pressure on Abe’s hole and popped his fingertip inside. Abe went wild on top of him, biting his lips, scratching his back, and humping against his belly.
“Fuck. Abe. Baby.” Jason nipped at Abe’s chin and shoved him onto the mattress.
“What?” Abe asked, his mind a haze of arousal and confusion.
“Need to get these pants off,” Jason said as he climbed off the bed.
Abe propped himself up on his elbows and watched Jason shove his pants and briefs to the ground. When Jason lifted one foot to reach for his sock, his dick bobbed enticingly, and Abe rolled onto his side, leaned over the bed, and swiped his tongue over the dark, slick glans.
“Christ.” Jason grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and Abe’s jaw with the other, forcing Abe’s mouth open as he pushed himself past Abe’s lips and deep into his mouth. The angle was different, which made Abe gag, but Jason didn’t slow down. “Take it,” he growled as he slid over Abe’s tongue. “Fucking choke on it.”
Abe’s balls drew up, and for a moment, he thought he was going to cum, completely untouched, just from Jason’s taste and scent and dominance. But he breathed in deeply through his nose, calming himself, and managed to take Jason in deeper.
Firmly but gently, Jason nudged Abe onto his back and raised his hands above his head. Keeping one foot on the floor for leverage, he tossed his other leg over Abe’s shoulder, trapped Abe’s arm underneath it, and braced his knee on the bed. He kept his hold on Abe’s face with one hand and used the other to pin Abe’s free arm down.
“Try to move,” he ordered.
Abe tugged his arms halfheartedly, having no desire to get away.