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Eric swears he’s not a pervert. Well… At least not in the sex pest sense. All of his sick thrills come consensually, thank you very fucking much.
So no, he’s not a pervert, not really. But working with a small, close-knit group of very attractive guys who are young but not too young, and who all, for some reason, seem to be at least a little bit queer and a little bit too polite to do anything about it… It’s been testing him since day one. But he’s behaved, somehow managed to not flirt. Alright, fuck, okay, maybe he’s flirted. But only when they’ve flirted with him first. And, for a group of ostensibly “straight” guys, they flirt with Eric a lot . And he’s been kicking around long enough to know that’s how shit gets on sets when no-one’s seen their girlfriends and wives for months on end and shoots stretch way into the night, and Eric is an easy target given how infamously horny his catalogue is but… Interview with the Vampire is by far the horniest set he’s ever worked on. And that’s no mean fucking feat.
Jo has started asking if any of them have offered to blow him yet every time he calls, which started out kind of as a joke but now has become a sort of commiseration.
“Have you at least told them we’re open, yet?” She asks him one night. They’re on video call, her phone propped up at the bathroom mirror as she removes her makeup. He sighs, looking at her, already in bed and tucked up under the covers. “Why not?! Baby, come on. It’s been weeks. Months. You haven’t gone this long without some kind of scene since…”
Eric raises his eyebrow, smirking a little. “What, and I’m some animal who can’t control himself, right? I’m fine, hon. Maybe I’m saving it all up for you.”
Jo snorts. “Right.” She smiles wider, running a damp cotton pad under her eyes. “Is this a not-so-subtle hint that you want me to come visit?”
“I always want you to come visit,” Eric pouts, turning over to lie on his stomach. “I just… I feel like when I tell them, it’s gonna… You know. Change the dynamics. Especially for the single guys. I especially can’t fuck with my relationship with Assad right now, not when we’re about to start doing all the ship stuff. There’s too much pressure on it, and we need the sexual tension.”
“Okay, so don’t fuck Assad. Fuck one of the others.”
Eric scoffs. “What, world’s biggest wife guy Jacob Anderson?”
“Oh, he’s the world’s biggest now, is he?” She teases, and Eric blushes a little bit at the way her brow arches. It really has been too long if just that is about to make him squirm.
“Second biggest,” he amends, making Jo roll her eyes. “But there is no way I’m getting involved in being the other woman. Again.”
Jo laughs, the sound like fucking wedding bells and sugar cookies. Eric grins. “Oh, baby. I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” he tells her, his voice a little croaky with emotion. Alright, maybe he is feeling a little lonely. She looks intently at him through the phone screen, tilts her head to the side. “What?”
“You feel like getting on those creaky old knees for me, baby?”
Eric’s eyebrows shoot up, and he gets up so fast he pulls his rib. “Fuck,” he hisses, massaging the sore spot as he scrambles to prop his phone up against the headboard and throw off the covers. “Yes, ma’am!”
He doesn’t think about it for a few days after that. Jo knows him better than anybody, knows how to get him out of his body for a while and let him just be. So he comes back to work on Monday with a huge fucking spring in his step, and almost gets through the entire week without any flirting with his co-stars. He’s mostly working with Sam for now, which he’s grateful for, because he’s easily the quietest and least flirtatious out of all of them, so when they’re between takes Sam just kinda lets Eric talk at him - says it helps him stay out of Lestat’s head to just listen. It’s nice - for both of them, Eric hopes. He might actually untangle this play idea he’s had kicking around in his brain with Sam to shoot the shit with for the next couple of weeks.
Then someone gets the bright idea to go out, and all hell breaks loose. Well, not really, but that’s what Eric will tell HR if they come sniffing around.
It all starts at a cocktail bar near the studio. Assad is desperate to get off his face, it seems, because he’s necking Long Island Iced Teas like someone’s about to steal them from him. Eric feels for the guy. It must be driving him crazy, waiting for them to start shooting his scenes while he’s got Armand skulking around up in that pretty head of his. They talked about it a little last season, Assad’s struggles with character bleed, and maybe that was when Eric decided it would not be a good idea to pursue anything there. It sucks, because the kid’s beautiful, and there’s a sizzling tension between them that makes Eric feel a little crazy, but hey, he’s not a total scumbag. Last thing Assad needs is to be fucking the guy his character is gonna be fucking. Jacob and Sam are talking to each other, heads close together to hear over the racket of the bar, catching up on their days. They tend to forget there’s other people in the room when they’re next to each other. It’s cute. Eric wonders, not for the first time, if there is something there that goes beyond BFFs. Eric is trying to stop thinking about whether Sam’s hands would be big enough to jerk both his and Jacob’s cocks together, and trying harder not to stare at said hands where they’re slowly, slowly tracing the condensation on Sam’s pint glass. Luke elbows him in the side and holds up a cigarette, inclining his head towards the door and Eric nods quickly, eager for the fresh air and escape from the suffocating noise of conversation around him. And maybe also his too-vivid imagination.
He’s not as close with Luke as the other guys, just because they’ve never shared scenes or even really been on the same sets. It’s a shame, because Eric thinks he’s great company. They’d hung out a bit back in NOLA, when Luke was quietly working on body snatching him and Eric thought for a few shining moments that he was being wined and dined by this cute little London boy. But no, it was just character work, studying up for his role, and Eric respected that. And damn, the kid had got him good. It was almost a little spooky, how well Luke had copied his body language and mannerisms. Jo had used it against him on more than one occasion - cruel, perfectly timed jabs that she might trade him in for the younger model if he didn’t fuck her harder, and, oh, now he was getting a semi. Fuck. Not the time, Bogosian.
“How’s it going, man? You’re not drinking tonight?” Luke asks, and Eric shrugs.
“It’s a school night, I can’t shrug off hangovers like you kids,” he explains, leaving his cigarette in his fingers as he pats himself down for a lighter. Fuck, did he forget to put it in his pocket?
“Ah.” Luke nods, lighting his own cigarette and visibly hesitating. Eric spots the lighter in his hand and wonders why Luke hasn’t offered it to him yet. The moment stretches. Eric feels his eyebrow quirk. “Oh, uh…” Luke mumbles, going a bit pink.
“You good, kid?” Eric prompts, wondering if he’s about to get a lecture on lung cancer, but that would be kinda hypocritical, wouldn’t it? Luke smokes more than he does.
“Can I, uh…? Light it for you?” Luke asks, looking away and then back at Eric through his eyelashes.
Eric’s other eyebrow slides up to join his first. Oh. Okay. He tilts his head to the side, and puts his cigarette in his mouth. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Luke nods, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “that cool with you?”
“It’s cool,” Eric shrugs, feeling his eyes go heavy-lidded as Luke holds the flame up to his cigarette, breathing the smoke in deep and watching the kid’s eyes dilate. Mmm. Okay, he thinks, fuck it. Not like he has to worry about making shit awkward on set with Luke. “How long have you been thinking about, uh… You know, lighting my cigarette for me?”
Luke shrugs, bashful. Eric likes that. He doesn’t care that it might be an act. “I dunno, it kinda crept up on me. I don’t usually… With guys. Guess I’m learning a lot about myself doing this show.”
“Really?” Eric had honestly assumed that Luke knew that he was very, very gay. But then, he was old-fashioned - most millennials seemed queer to him compared to the stuffy, repressed straight men of his own generation.
“You know, everyone keeps saying that,” Luke sighs, “guess everyone knew before I did.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Eric assures him, shrugging one shoulder. “I have terrible gaydar. Got myself in a lot of sticky situations over the years.” Okay, maybe it’s sort of a lie. He has great gaydar, actually. Apparently better than Luke’s.
“Oh yeah? Worse than this one?” Luke teases, eyes glinting with mischief.
Eric grins sheepishly. “Way worse.”
“Hmm. Bet you’ve had a lot of fun, though.”
“Oh, tons. As far as experiments go, you could do worse.”
Luke laughs, takes a drag of his cigarette. “Oh, I don’t need an experiment to know I want you. Don’t worry about that.”
Fuck. Eric feels his cock throb. “Well, good. Shall we get out of here?”
“Now?” Luke’s eyes go wide, and Eric laughs.
“Lesson number one, babe. Guys move way faster than girls. You want me, I want you, deal done, let’s get to the good part. That’s how it tends to go. Unless,” he smirks, “unless you need more seducing, of course. Would you like more seducing, kid?”
He realises he should probably stop calling Luke that if they’re going to fuck, but the way Luke blushes he figures it’s fine for now. Eric watches Luke decide, feeling a little proud of him for going after he wants. He knows the first time isn’t easy.
“Let’s go,” Luke says, flicking his cigarette away.
Eric has mentored a bunch of people over the years, in a whole lot of different contexts. And he loves it, genuinely, watching people come into their own, fulfilling their potential. So when Luke kisses him in the cab, Eric feels as happy for him as he does horny about it. Luke goes in with the tongue quick, and Eric grunts softly in the back of his throat. Okay, so he doesn’t need to give the guy the gentle-gentle deflowering a blushing virgin routine, got it. He slides his hand onto Luke’s thigh, squeezing it a little. Luke’s hands are round the back of his neck, his thumbs petting his hair. It’s nice. Their tongues slide together, and Luke hums, gasping. Eric lets his hand slip up to Luke’s crotch, cupping the budding erection there, letting Luke arch into the heel of his hand.
“Fuck, Eric,” Luke whispers as they part for air, and Eric’s eyes flick to the driver, who is pointedly not looking in his mirror. “We’re um, coworkers.” Luke says to the driver, and Eric smirks as the driver clears his throat and says absolutely nothing. “It probably looks… Bad, but we’re not related, I swear. I play him, actually, a younger version, I mean. We’re actors.”
“Jesus, Luke!” Eric is laughing so hard he’s wheezing, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching at his knees. Luke presses his face into Eric’s shoulder. God, he hasn’t laughed like this in weeks, he can feel tears streaming down his face. He opens his eyes and looks at Luke, who’s looking at the back of the driver’s head with dismay.
“I am so sorry, man.”
Eric tries to breathe, waving his hand. “Please, kid, stop, you’re gonna fucking kill me!” He gets his giggles under control, wiping his face with his fingers. “Poor guy’s trying to pretend we don’t exist.”
Luke groans, kneading his forehead. “I was just worried he was thinking you and me were…”
“Father and son?” Eric finished for him, quirking his eyebrow. Was that what this was about? God, did he look like Luke’s Dad ? He tried to figure out if that was making his dick less hard. It should. God, it really should.
“Nah, brothers,” Luke insisted, an obvious lie from the way his cheeky little mouth twitches. It makes Eric snort. “Nephew and Uncle, maybe.”
“Jesus, kid. You really haven’t done this before, have you?” It was cute. It was really cute.
“I just…” Luke grimaces. “Fuck me, my Uber rating is done for, innit?”
It takes everything in Eric to not start laughing again, and maybe he chuckles a little bit behind his hand, but he holds it in. “Babe… The more you talk the worse you make it. Just… Hm. Come give Daddy a kiss, won’t ya?”
Luke looks at him with very, very wide eyes, and Eric grins, confident he’s read the room correctly. Luke glances at the driver again out of the corner of his eye and then looks back at Eric. A heartbeat, a decision being made again. Are they gonna go there?
“Shit,” Luke hisses, and pounces on him, tangling greedy fingers in his hair and kissing him tongue-first. Eric’s hand goes right back to the other man’s crotch, humming smugly as he feels just how much harder Luke is now. God, fuck it, it’s hot, he tells himself. When the fuck else was he gonna be in a situation like this?
The driver speeds off the second the two of them are out of the car, which Eric thinks is more than fair given the circumstances. They’re at Eric’s place, and Luke is still blushing beetroot red. “Your wife’s not… Here, is she? God, should I not have brought her up? I’m fucking this up so bad, man. I swear I’m usually better at this stuff.”
Eric laughs. He didn’t think he’d laugh this much, hooking up with Luke. It’s nice. He hasn’t noticed how funny he is before all this. “Jo’s not here, and she and I have had an arrangement since before you were born, probably. You’re good. Got me all to yourself tonight.”
“Oh. That’s, um, good.” Luke nods, and Eric bites his lip. The kid’s not slick - clearly he’d been having some crazy fantasies where Eric cheated on his wife with him. Jo would get a kick out of that when he gave her the play by play tomorrow. And hey, if the chemistry worked out maybe they could play that out next time. Eric realises he’s been rummaging in his pocket for way too long, thinking about Luke all flushed and wild-eyed underneath him going ‘oh, Eric, your wife will hear us!!!’ He clears his throat and closes his fist around his keys.
“Got ‘em,” he mumbles, slotting them into the lock and hurriedly letting them into the apartment, dragging Luke in after him by his jacket. They kiss again in the hallway, Eric pressing Luke up against the front door and taking his hands, slowly raising them up over his head and pinning them there. “Tell me what you thought about when you pictured this,” Eric whispers as he pulls back to kiss the younger man’s neck, smirking when he hears Luke’s head thud against the door with a whimper.
“Your hands,” Luke answers, and Eric hears the click of his throat. “You holding me down, talking down to me like I’m a stupid kid. You make me feel…”
“Mmm? I make you feel…?” Eric prompts after a moment of quiet, nibbling at his earlobe. “There’s no wrong answers, except lies. I’m not gonna judge whatever it is. So tell me, and Daddy might give it to you.”
“Fuck,” Luke hisses, arching his hips into Eric’s.
“Yeah? That what you want? You want Daddy to fuck you?”
“God, this is so bad-”
“Shhh, it’s alright, babe,” Eric soothes, letting go of one of Luke’s hands to pet his cheek, “nothing bad about two adults having a little fun together with something they both want. We like what we like. You’re a good guy. Getting a little freaky isn’t gonna change that. It’s just a fantasy.”
Luke grimaces a little. “I swear to God that my Dad looks nothing like you. That’s not what this is, like, at all.”
Eric laughs, his hand curling around Luke’s hip. “You’re thinking way too much, kid. It’s okay . I’ve been through middle age in show business. You really think this is the first time some pretty boy’s asked to call me Daddy?”
“Well… When you put it like that…” Luke smiles wryly, and tugs Eric back into another kiss, walking them down the hall now. “There’s um, something else you should know, before we-”
“Yeah?” Eric asks, steering them towards the bedroom.
“We probably should stick to, like, blowjobs or frotting or whatever. I’ve never… Done ass stuff before. I don’t really know how to, like…” Luke inclines his head, his nose wrinkling a little, “prepare for all that.”
Eric hums. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it. But if you do, I have stuff here. I could show you.”
“Oh…” Luke is a little breathless, his cheeks pink like strawberry ice cream. Eric watches him process it as he opens the bedroom door and nudges Luke in. “I-I guess, um… I should, really. You know… Daniel will have experienced all that, right? So it makes sense to experience it, you know… For the craft or whatever.”
Eric grins, endeared and turned on by the bizarre logic. He takes Luke’s ass in his hands, bringing their bodies flush together. “Sure. It’s all character work, babe. Besides, how often do you get the opportunity for a hands-on tutor, hm?”
“Makes sense, too… That my Dad would wanna show me how to take a man’s dick properly.” Luke says it all in one breath, rushing the words out as his face flushes darker, his eyes dropping down to Eric’s chest hair. Eric groans softly, kissing him hard, hands kneading his ass greedily now.
“It’s Dad’s job to teach you these things,” Eric murmurs against his lips, and Luke nods, squirming a little. “You gonna be a good boy and take your old Dad’s cock in your ass, kid?”
“Please,” Luke keens, unbuttoning Eric’s shirt, “yeah, gonna take it like a good little slut. I’ve never let another guy touch me there, been saving it for you, Dad.”
Eric groans softly, lets Luke take off his shirt and hums when Luke slides his hand over the front of his pants for the first time. The younger man sighs, squeezing and massaging Eric’s erection. “Believe me that I want it, now, kid?”
Luke nods, biting his lip, leading the way into the ensuite bathroom. “This part, um… It’s not gonna be super sexy, is it?”
“It’s not the sexiest,” Eric shrugs, “but that’s okay. Dad’s here to talk you through it. Take off your clothes, kid. Let me see you.”
“Umm…” Luke hesitates, and Eric gives him a little space. “One more thing, I swear, I had this list in my head of things you need to know before-”
“Yeah, that’s good. It’s sensible,” Eric affirms, smiling encouragingly. “Tell me.”
“I um… I think that I’m… You remember what I said about Assad making me feel out of my head when we were doing that one scene?”
“You went into subspace, yeah, I remember,” Eric nods, “you worried you’ll go there too easily?”
Luke shrugs and nods. “Just don’t wanna accidentally go all… You know, floaty or whatever, and weird you out. I think I’m just… Sensitive to it. I don’t know.”
“That would do the opposite of weird me out,” Eric assures him, his hand cupping Luke’s cheek and thumbing across his jaw. “You’re okay . I’ve been doing this kinda thing longer than you’ve been alive, kid, I can handle whatever you throw at me. You can relax. Let go.”
“I want to, I just… I dunno, it feels like a lot to put on your shoulders, I guess,” Luke says quietly, gnawing on his lower lip.
Eric kisses him, teasing his lip from between his teeth and sucking on it gently, then pulls back. “Then let me be crystal fucking clear, Luke.” He swallows hard, looking right into the other man’s eyes. “I want to take you in my hands and wring you out until you’ve got nothing else to give me. You’re not the first guy I’ve helped through his first time, and you’re not the first guy who wanted me to play with him the way you want it. I mean, honestly, this is beyond hot for me. Look at you. Never done this with anyone who looks kinda like me. It’s sexy as hell. So don’t think for a second that you’re, you know, inflicting this on me or whatever. I fucking want it.” He smiles when he feels Luke arch a little, pressing his erection into Eric’s hip. “I want to fuck you, son.”
Luke keens, nodding. “I want it too, Dad.”
“Then take off your clothes. Let me see you all grown up.”
“It feels fucking weird, Dad, I don’t know-”
“It’s alright, it’s normal, baby, it takes some getting used to. You’re being such a good boy.” Eric runs his fingers through Luke’s curls, thumbs off the sweat at his temples. “Do you want to stop? Dad doesn’t have to fuck you tonight.”
Luke whines in the back of his throat, looking up at Eric beseechingly where he’s sitting on the toilet. “No, I can do this. I want you to make me. I can do it.”
Eric is honestly impressed by how much of a trooper Luke’s being. He remembers being a lot more freaked out his first time douching. But then he hadn’t had an experienced older man walking him through it. It’s weird - he remembers being younger than Luke is now and trying to figure out all this sexuality and kink shit, remembers fucking men the age he was now and wanting desperately to please them. And now here he was on the other side of the mirror. “I’m so proud of you, son.”
“Fuck,” Luke moans, his pinched expression smoothing out. “Say it again.”
“I’m proud of you, Luke, you’re being such a good boy. You’re a natural at this, like you were made for it.”
“Wanna be clean for you, Daddy.”
“Uh huh. One more and we’ll be good to go, I promise.” Eric lets Luke burrow his face in his stomach, continues petting his hair. “Take a breather a sec, kid, we’ve got all night.”
Luke pushes Eric’s shirt up, nuzzles into the hair on his stomach. Kisses it a little. Eric hums, his hand coming to a stop on the back of Luke’s head. “I wanna see you.”
“Yeah?” He’s always a little nervous, taking off his clothes in front of a new partner who’s under the age of 40, but Luke seems real into his flabby, hairy stomach, so Eric tells himself to stop being so precious and peels off his t-shirt. Luke’s hands go to his belt, and Eric smiles at the eagerness that turns the other man’s touch clumsy. He catches Luke’s chin, lifts his face so he can look into his eyes. Luke smiles, a little mischief returning to his face as Eric’s cock springs free and almost hits him in the nose.
“I knew you’d be big, Daddy. You’re gonna ruin me for everyone else.”
“Fuck,” Eric grunts, his fingers tightening in Luke’s hair. “Here I am trying to be gentle with my poor little virginal baby boy, and you’re talking like a slut.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle, Dad,” Luke challenges, his eyebrow quirking, and Eric smirks, taking the base of his cock in his other hand and tapping the length of it against Luke’s jaw. He tries to chase it with his tongue for a second but lets Eric rub it against his face, groaning loudly as his eyes flutter shut, letting Eric use him.
“How’d my baby boy turn into such a dirty faggot? Look at you. You like having your own father’s cock all over your face? You’re gonna reek of me, baby.”
“Dad,” Luke gasps, melting, and Eric grins. “Please…”
“Please what? Hmm? Tell Daddy where you want his cock.”
Luke squirms, his eyes a little glazed when they open again. He’s getting there, Eric can see that. God, he’s cute. “In my mouth, want it down my throat so bad, Dad.”
“Get the douche,” Eric orders, taking a step back, “I’ll let you have it once you’ve taken another round of water.” It’s not gonna do the kid any favours if he’s rushing the last stage of cleaning out because he’s balls deep in subspace, Eric thinks as he watches Luke grab for the bulb. Douching still isn’t sexy, but the way Luke winces a little as he fills himself up gives Eric a sick thrill of pleasure. He doesn’t consider himself a sadist, but Luke has such an air of desperation about him that it’s bringing out something nasty in Eric.
“It’s in,” Luke says tightly, sitting his ass back down on the toilet once he’s tossed the douche into the sink, and Eric bends to kiss him, humming when Luke opens his mouth wide and lets Eric’s tongue down his throat.
“Hold it for me a couple of seconds,” Eric tells him as he pulls back and straightens up, “can you do that?”
Luke nods, his eyes dropping to Eric’s cock. “Can I?”
“Open your mouth,” Eric demands, and sets the head of his cock on Luke’s tongue. “Pinch my leg if you want Daddy to be gentler, you got that?”
“Uh huh,” Luke confirms, and Eric takes a handful of his hair and slowly feeds his cock into the younger man’s mouth, sighing with pleasure at the wet drag of Luke’s lips.
“There’s a good boy,” Eric murmurs, “let it out whenever you want to now, yeah? Dad’s just gonna use your mouth for a bit. This is what I made you for, isn’t it, kid?”
Luke nods fervently, tongue working against the underside of Eric’s cock. He moans softly when Eric pushes in deeper, eyes fluttering shut as his hands come up to hold Eric’s thighs. Eric sighs in pleasure, fucks his mouth shallow for now, his cock twitching at the needy noises being choked out of Luke’s throat.
“Such a pretty boy,” Eric mutters, pushing Luke’s hair out of his face and holding it at the crown of his head, “look so fucking happy sucking on your Dad’s cock. Are you happy, baby?” He pushes in deeper when Luke tries to answer, grins at the choking, spluttering sounds, pulls back to let him cough.
When he looks up at Eric, his eyes are watery. “Yes, fuck, yes . Love sucking the cock that made me.”
“Fuck,” Eric grunts, pulling the younger man back onto his cock, “that’s right. Here, baby, take it deeper. Push your thumb into the palm of your hand, open your mouth wider. Mmm, atta boy,” he praises as his cock inches deeper in, “look at me, kid. Come on, let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”
Luke makes eye contact, his face strained with the effort of taking Eric’s cock in his throat, and Eric hisses in pleasure. He looks so pleased with himself, choking on a cock. Eric wonders how many times he’s done this, wishes for a second that he was the first, wishes he could see Luke whimpering and crying on it from overwhelm. Wishes he really could be the pervy father teaching his son how to suck cock. Fuck, this kid is going to end up turning him into even more of a degenerate than he already was. He rocks his hips slowly but goes deeper each time, pausing when Luke splutters.
“Make me take it,” Luke begs when Eric pulls back for the third time, “please, Dad, I wanna learn how to do it properly. You gotta fuck my mouth properly.”
“Fuck, kid, okay. Okay, fuck.” Eric slaps Luke’s tongue with his cock, grips his hair harder and pushes in sharply, groaning at the look of relief on the other man’s face. “Such a little cock whore. You sure you only just realised you’re queer? Fuck, kid, swallow again, that’s it. Good boy.”
The sucking noises are filthy, and Eric hopes that his lower back will hold out long enough for Luke to be satisfied. He’s fucking his face now, sharp thrusts that have his balls slapping Luke in the chin, and Luke’s gazing up at him like he’s in fucking heaven. It takes a hell of a lot of willpower to pull out, but Eric’s glad he did. There was no way he was going to be able to cum twice in one night.
“Wh-”
“You done cleaning out, son?” Eric asks.
Luke nods. “Yeah, I think so.” His voice is rough, and Eric bites his lower lip. Is Luke shooting tomorrow? He finds he can’t remember. Oops.
“Bedroom,” Eric replies, stepping back and catching himself on the wall. He doesn’t often get his dick sucked like that while he’s standing, these days. “I gotta sit down.”
Luke puts his arm around his waist. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Eric assures him, but leans into him a little. It’s nice, feeling how solid Luke is. “You’re so strong, son.” He squeezes Luke’s arm, “and still so desperate for Daddy to fuck you like a bitch.”
“Yeah,” Luke breathes, fingers twitching on Eric’s hip. “Yeah, I need it. Fuck, Dad, I need it so bad.”
Once his pants and boxers are on the floor, Eric crawls onto the bed and sits against the headboard, relieved to have the pressure off his back and legs. “Don’t forget the lube, kid, you’re gonna want that,” he teases, licking his lips as Luke spins to dart back into the bathroom. His ass is lovely, surprisingly fat for a guy so otherwise trim. Eric’s never been blessed with an ass like that. He can’t wait to get his hands on it.
“How do you want me?” Luke asks, climbing onto the bed. Eric tugs him close, kisses him deep, chasing the taste of his own cock. “Mmmm, fuck,” Luke moans, straddling him. “I want you inside me so bad.”
“Daddy’s gotta make it good for you first, kid,” Eric murmurs, his hands sliding down to Luke’s ass, squeezing the thick cheeks covetously. “How about you turn around so your old man can eat you out, hm? Would you like that?”
Luke’s cock jolts between them, and Eric hums with satisfaction. “Yeah,” Luke breathes, “like this?” He presses his cheek to the mattress, his knees planted and his ass in the air. “Am I doing it right, Dad?”
“Perfect, kid, just come back a little bit,” Eric urges him a few inches back until his ass is right in Eric’s face, and he kisses the younger man there, dragging his lips across his lightly hairy cheek until he meets his warm crack. “You’ve done so well, kid, getting so clean for me. Dad’s gonna pop so many of your cherries tonight, but I want this one first.” He doesn’t tease as much as he usually might, but he takes his time just making out with Luke’s hole, enjoying the shocked pleasured noises that Luke lets out.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, “Dad, that’s… That feels weird. Fuck, Dad, it’s… Don’t stop, Daddy, i-it’s good.” Eric smirks at that. It never takes long for a man to warm to rimming. Always so scandalised at first, but they soon start whining for it. He thinks about pulling back to say it, but finds he’d rather smack Luke’s ass and push his tongue inside instead. “Fuck! Oh fuck, you’re… Fuck,” Luke whines, pushing back. “Daddy…”
Eric moans in response, letting his eyes fall shut as he slides his tongue in and out, spearing his boy over and over again, a little more each time. Luke sounds so sweet, his voice all high-pitched and shivery. He can’t wait to hear what he sounds like full of Eric’s cock. The thought makes him groan, which in turn makes Luke shiver, pushing back eagerly as he reaches under himself to stroke his cock.
“It’s so good,” Luke sobs, “feels so good, Dad, please… Need more, more, please, Daddy-”
“So excited,” Eric pants, “just from getting this hole eaten. You like Dad’s tongue inside you that much, huh?”
Luke nods, squirming. “Yes… I love it, Dad, I want your cock in me so bad.”
“You’re gonna get it soon, kid, I promise. Wanna show you something first, though. Get up, kid, come here.” Eric gets up from the bed, leads Luke in front of the full-length mirror behind the door. He stands half behind the younger man so both of them can see themselves and each other in their reflection. “Look at my boy, all grown up. So fucking handsome, kid, and so hard for me. Let me see it, baby, touch yourself for Dad.”
“Dad, this is so…” Luke breathes, wrapping his hand back around himself. “I know it’s wrong but I want it so bad.”
“Yeah, me too, kid. Look, right here,” Eric murmurs, smirking as he reaches up to grasp Luke’s jaw, hooking a thumb inside his mouth, “you wanna watch your old man rub your little hole?”
Luke nods, his cock dripping over his knuckles as he sucks Eric’s thumb, laving it with his tongue over and over. He moans softly as Eric takes it out and presses it against his hole, arching his back a little. His eyes are on Eric’s arm, though they flutter when Eric’s spit-slick thumb gently teases his rim. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Eric chuckles, “why don’t you give Daddy a stroke, hmm? Watch in the mirror, son, that’s it.” It’s so hot, watching Luke jerk him off as he teases his hole. They really fucking do look so similar, like Luke really is his own. God fucking bless Rolin for casting the little slut.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Dad,” Luke admits, cheeks glowing red.
Eric hums. “Yeah? You been fucking your fist thinking about this, kid?”
“Yeah… You’re so sexy, Daddy, I just wanna make you feel good.”
“Is that right? So much you’d let me sink inside this virgin hole? You gonna give it up for your father, hmm?”
“Yeah,” Luke whines, stroking Eric a little faster, pushing back into his touch so the tip of his thumb just breaches him, “I want it, Dad, please… Need you inside me.”
Eric spanks his ass lightly, arousal making him pant. “Such a fucking whore, begging your own father to fuck you.”
“Uh huh,” Luke’s hand speeds up on his cock. “I’m your dirty little fag, Dad, all yours.”
“Is that right? Daddy’s precious little faggot, so desperate to get fucked.” Eric’s cock is dripping now, so he grasps Luke’s wrist to stop him before he can get too close. “Lie down, son, on your back. I wanna see your face for the next part.”
Luke obediently hops up on the bed, and Eric watches his cock slap against his stomach as he stretches out on his back. He’s straining, clearly just about ready to cum already. His eyes are blown in bliss now, and he’s sweating at his temples and on his chest. He looks so pretty Eric wishes he could take a picture. Easily the worst part of being famous in the 21st century is not being able to keep nudes on your phone lest they get leaked by a hacker - especially not nudes of co-stars young enough to be your son.
Eric gives the poor kid’s cock a little stroke, squeezing the head tightly. He smiles when Luke whimpers, arching into it, and spreads his legs in invitation.
“Look at you, prettiest picture I’ve ever seen,” Eric praises, letting his hand wander up the boy’s stomach and chest, brushing against his nipple briefly. Luke hums in pleasure but doesn’t moan - so not super sensitive there, Eric notes, but that’s okay. They’ve already established Luke’s hole is plenty sensitive.
“Please, Dad, I need it,” Luke whispers, pushing his hand back down his body until Eric’s hand is between his thighs.
“You getting bossy with your old man?” Eric teases, rubbing his balls before pushing back to pet over his hole. “Little brat.”
Luke pouts. “Not my fault Daddy’s made me so horny.”
“Is it not?” Eric teases, grabbing for the lube, “I don’t know, kid, I think you might just be a fucking slut. Do all your friends open their legs for their own father?”
It makes Luke gasp, his cock jumping, and Eric grins.
“Yeah, that turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing the cock that made you is gonna pump you full of cum. What would your Mom think knowing you’re here begging Daddy to fill you up, huh?”
“Oh-” Luke grabs at the base of his cock, eyes wide. “Dad, please, you’re gonna make me cum…”
“Whore,” Eric says fondly, working a lubed finger inside him, “such a dirty little whore for your Dad.”
“Uh huh,” Luke nods, eyes wet, “all for you, Dad, need you so bad, it aches.”
Eric coos. “Oh, it hurts, baby? Where does it hurt, hmm? Tell Daddy.”
“Feel empty,” Luke answers, voice floaty, “wanna feel you stretch me, it’s not enough.” He lets out a sweet cry when Eric crooks his finger, pulling open his soft hole.
“Is that right? Greedy boy. Good thing it’s Dad taking your virginity, isn’t it? Those other selfish men out there would take advantage of you and your tight little hole, wouldn’t they?”
Luke whimpers, nodding. “Yes, yeah, Dad’s gonna take care of me.”
“That’s right, baby,” Eric promises, insides going soft at how sweet Luke was, sinking into subspace. “Gonna make you feel so good, son. You wanna cum before Dad fucks you, hmm? Or do you wanna cum with Dad’s cock in you?” He slowly works in a second finger, using so much lube it drips down his knuckles.
“Ah, Daddy,” Luke moans, grabbing at Eric’s arm. Eric pauses, and Luke looks up at him desperately. “Wanna cum.”
Eric hums, bending to kiss him. “You got it, kid, just relax for me.” He slides his fingers in and out, his free hand pushing down gently on Luke’s lower stomach. “Good boy,” he murmurs as Luke lets out a quiet whine. “That’s it, son, you’re taking it so well.”
Luke cries out sharply when Eric finds his prostate, rubbing firmly over it. He sobs prettily, open-mouthed and pink. “It feels so fucking good!”
“Uh huh, it’s gonna feel even better when Dad slides inside you,” he growls, spreading his fingers as deep as he can get them, prising Luke’s walls open little by little. He works Luke open with plenty of lube, his own cock desperate to feel how tight his boy is for itself. By the time he’s got three fingers knuckle-deep, Luke is deep in subspace, trembling and loud.
“You’re gonna make me cum, Daddy,” Luke sounds a little panicked, and Eric shushes him gently. “Dad, please, it’s too much-”
“Just let it go, kid, I know it’s weird cumming untouched, but it’s gonna feel so fucking great, son, you look so fucking sweet all strung out for Daddy, so pretty,” Eric babbles, stroking his tummy soothingly.
“Dad,” Luke chokes, twisting his hands in the sheets, tears running down his temples as his cock kicks and spurts all over him, thick streaks shooting almost up to his chin. He shivers and whines through the aftershocks, and Eric sort of wants to cruelly bully him into overstimulation, but maybe next time. Instead, he keeps his fingers still and kisses over Luke’s stomach and chest, humming at the taste of cum caught in body hair. He kisses Luke on the lips once he’s let out a contented sigh, smiling.
“You did such a good job, kid,” Eric whispers, kissing over his closed eyes, “made me so proud. Feel good?”
“Yeah,” Luke sighs, clinging to Eric’s shoulders. “You gonna fuck me now, Dad?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yeah,” he nods, arching his back a little, “I wan’ you to cum in me.” He reaches between them, wraps his fingers around Eric’s cock. “Is it all gonna fit, Dad? It’s so big.”
“I’m gonna make it fit, son, don’t you worry,” Eric purrs, and Luke moans, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. “Already taking three of my fingers, kid, your hole’s so greedy for more.”
Luke pulls him into another kiss, and Eric groans softly as Luke nips at his lower lip. “Don’t want you to be gentle, Dad… Want you to show me how a real faggot takes it,” he murmurs, and Eric thinks he might black out for a second. “Want you to use me hard. Train me to share with your friends.”
“Yeah?” Eric asks, and maybe it’s not the wittiest thing he’s said all night, but who can blame him? “Who d’you want me to share you with, hmm?”
“Sam,” Luke admits, “Assad. Your wife. Fuck, anyone, I don’t care, Dad, just wanna please you.”
Eric has to take a deep breath through his nose to calm himself a little thinking about sharing Luke with Jo. She would grab the opportunity with both hands, step into being Mommy without a second thought, and, oh fuck, Eric shakes his head, thinks of the pile of lines he has to learn instead. He would be utterly humiliated if he did all this build up only to nut before he even got inside the poor kid. “Such a good little faggot,” Eric murmurs, forcing himself present once more. “Can’t wait to show you off to my friends, kid, you’re gonna make Dad so proud.”
Luke nods desperately, eyebrows pinched. “Wanna make you proud, Dad.”
“You already have, son,” Eric smiles, curling his fingers a little, testing his sensitivity. “Been so good for me, haven’t you? Been so patient, letting Daddy play with you like this.”
Luke pulls him closer, slinging his calf over Eric’s hip. When he looks up at Eric, he feels his stomach swoop. It’s like looking in a mirror. Fuck, next time he should fuck Luke in the mirror, make him watch himself get railed. He dismisses the thought for now, shoving a pillow under Luke’s hips so he can line himself up. “Fuck,” Luke swears quietly, taking hold of Eric’s cock and measuring it against his stomach, swallowing hard. “You’re gonna be so deep.”
Eric’s mouth feels a little dry looking down at where his cock sits, almost reaching Luke’s belly button. “Fuck, kid, you ready to take it?” He wonders if Luke actually is, a little worried he hasn’t fingered him enough, but when Eric looks, his hole is relaxed and dripping lube, so he figures it’s probably fine.
“Uh huh,” Luke puts his arms under his knees and pulls his legs up his chest, folding himself in half so that his tummy squishes soft under his half-hard cock. It’s cute. “Please, Dad,” he purrs, pouting a little, “want you to be the first, you’re the only one I trust enough.”
“You sure you don’t want me to be gentle?” Eric asks as he slathers lube on his length, careful not to stroke himself too firmly.
“Well…” Luke has the sense to say, smiling wryly, “maybe a little. At first.”
Eric chuckles, relieved, and puts his cock to Luke’s hole. “It’s gonna feel weird, kid, but just breathe. Bear down for Daddy so he can put it in, there’s a good boy.”
“Fuck,” Luke sighs, craning his head to watch where Eric starts to sink into him, “fuck, I can’t believe you’re-” He gasps, his cock twitching, growing hard again, “oh fuck, Dad, it’s… Going in me.”
“Yeah, just keep breathing, son, you’re doing so well,” Eric coaxes, “you’re doing your old man so proud.”
Luke keens, hole clamping down on the inch of Eric’s cock that he’s been able to work inside. “Fuck, it’s thick, it’s so so so big-”
“Don’t panic, baby, you’re okay,” Eric coos, stopping for a moment to stroke Luke’s chest and up to his neck, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb over it. “Dad’s got you, precious boy. It’s okay. Look at me,” he orders, and Luke’s face relaxes a little at whatever he sees in Eric’s expression. “You’ve got this, Luke, you can take it. Bear down again, son, do it for Daddy.”
As his hole loosens just the tiniest bit, Luke keens, and Eric pushes a little further in. “Fuck, it’s… Intense.” He grabs Eric’s shoulders. “Dad, kiss me?”
“Of course, baby,” Eric mumbles, bending over him to kiss him softly. “Good boy,” he whispers as the change in position makes Luke gasp, “shhh, just kiss me, son, you’re okay.”
They kiss nice and slow, their tongues sliding together, and the tense lines of Luke’s body slowly ease. “Does it feel good inside me, Daddy?” Luke asks against his lips, squirming a little.
“Yeah, kid, you’re so fucking tight,” Eric breathes, sinking inside just a little more. “You’re such a good boy for letting Dad fuck you like this, so sweet, baby. Does it hurt?”
“Mmmm, yeah,” Luke nods, “but I like it,” he admits sheepishly.
“That’s because you’re a dirty little faggot,” Eric tells him, letting a nasty edge creep into his voice. He practically purrs as Luke cries out in pleasure. “This is what you were made for, isn’t it, kid?”
Luke whines in the back of his throat. “Please, Dad, deeper, I want more.”
“Of course you do,” Eric whispers, grinning. “That’s it, baby, take it for Dad.” He eases in slow, Luke panting like he could choke on it.
“Is it all in?” Luke asks, sniffing back overwhelmed tears.
“Almost, son, just a little more, I know you wanna feel Dad balls deep, don’t you? Almost there, just stay nice and still, open up for me.”
“Oh fuck , Dad,” Luke is trembling again, nails biting into Eric’s shoulders.
Eric sighs in relief as he finally bottoms out, his balls resting against Luke’s ass. “That’s it, kid,” he tells him, kissing Luke’s tears from his face, “Daddy’s all the way in.”
Luke sniffles, squirming on it. “Feels… Dad, it’s so much.”
“I know,” Eric gentles him, thumbing at his lower lip, “but you’re doing so well.”
“Are you proud of me?” Luke asks, looking up into his eyes.
“I’m so proud of you,” Eric says fervently, “you’re the best son I coulda asked for.”
Luke whimpers, ass clenching down. God, Eric thinks, it really is doing it for him on a level Eric doesn’t want to have to think too hard about. Hell, he can feel guilty about exploiting Luke’s Daddy issues later. Right now all he can think about how fucking hot and tight he is inside. “Dad…” Luke whines, squirming a little now, testing himself. “Daddy…”
“I’m right here, son,” Eric assures him, his cock twitching where it’s buried deep inside the younger man, “tell Daddy what you need.”
“Fuck me, Dad, please,” Luke pants, his hand wrapping around his cock. “Please, Daddy, I’ll be good.”
Eric growls softly, sitting up to get a little more leverage, holding Luke’s legs against his chest as he slowly draws back and pushes back in, Luke’s hands scrabbling at the sheets either side of his head, cock forgotten. “That’s it, son, let your old man break you in. You’re so fucking cute when you cry, kid, look at me.”
Luke looks up at him, face blotchy and covered in tears, mouth slack, drooling and red, and Eric grips his thighs tighter, hard enough to bruise. The kid’s gone, and Eric hasn’t felt so deliciously evil in a long time. “I need it, Dad, please-”
Eric moves a little quicker on the next thrust in, and Luke screams, eyes rolling back in his head. Eric can’t tell for a second if it’s good pain or bad pain, but then Luke fumbles for his cock and starts jacking it back to hardness. “Yeah, you like that, baby?”
“Yeah,” Luke insists, sniffling, “please, Daddy, do it again, felt so fucking good!”
“You’re a natural, kid,” Eric huffs, fucking him harder, “Daddy’s made you a real faggot now, kid. Busted that little cherry wide open. How’s it feel?”
“Good,” Luke sobs, jerking himself off desperately, “it’s good, Daddy, I love it, wan’ you to cum, Daddy, please, need to feel it…”
Eric groans, starting to lose his rhythm. “Beg for it, son, come on, talk dirty for Dad.”
“Fuck, Daddy, it hurts, you’re fucking me so hard it’s so fucking good, please, please, wanna feel you cum inside me, want it dripping out everywhere, please, please, Daddy, please!” Luke was babbling like he couldn’t help it, his breath catching right as his hole started to tighten up, sending Eric’s eyes rolling back in his head.
“Fuck, I’m cumming inside you, kid, fuck-”
“Dad,” Luke wheezes, stripping his cock still, “tell me, tell me you’re proud of me, please, please-”
Eric groans, thrusting slowly now, riding out his orgasm. “So fucking proud of you, son, you took it beautifully. Such a sweet little faggot for your Daddy, ‘m so proud of you.” He eased to a halt, deep inside, surprised but not that surprised that he wasn’t really getting soft. “You’re the best son a Dad could ask for, letting me use you so hard. Did you like it, baby, getting fucked by your Daddy?”
“Yeah,” Luke whispers, body tensing once more, “oh, Dad, Dad, I’m gonna cum on your cock-”
Eric grinds into his hole, and Luke cries out in pleasure, cumming all over himself for a second time. “Fuck, kid,” Eric pants, noticing that his legs are shaking, “I gotta lie down.”
Luke shifts to the side, letting out a bratty, complaining noise when Eric slips out of him. He pants, staring at the ceiling as Eric falls onto the mattress next to him. “Fuck…”
“Yeah,” Eric smiles, scooting closer. He pulls Luke onto his chest, running his fingers through sweaty hair. “Just rest a little bit, baby, you did so well.”
“Did it feel good?” Luke asks in a small voice, and it makes Eric feel a little emotional.
“Yeah, Luke, it was fucking phenomenal, kid, you were perfect.”
A happy sigh escapes Luke’s mouth, and he cuddles into Eric’s chest. Eric hums softly, some catchy little tune he’d heard on the radio, letting Luke float a little while. “I’m glad it was you, Eric,” Luke says quietly after a few minutes, shifting his head to look up at him.
Eric cups his cheek, cranes his head to kiss him on the lips. “I’m glad too, baby. How are you feeling?”
“A little sore,” Luke sighs, looking very pleased with himself. “But good. Really good. Didn’t think I’d cry that much, but… Yeah… It was…” He shivers, closing his eyes for a moment. “I liked it a lot.”
“Me too,” Eric agrees, stroking over his shoulder, “wish I was a little younger so I could get it up again for you, honestly.”
“I mean…” Luke drawls, fingers skating over Eric’s cock. “I don’t know, it still looks pretty perky to me.”
Eric laughs, turning his head to the side. “I don’t think anybody’s ever described an erection as perky before, kid, I can tell you’ve never done this before.”
Luke grins, a bit of his cheekiness back in the glint of his eyes. “Can I suck it?”
“I’m in no position to say no to that, babe. You might wanna go and get a cloth first, though, unless you want lube down the back of your throat.”
“Right,” Luke hops off the bed and jogs into the bathroom, and Eric sighs happily, starfishing out on the bed. “Gonna be full of your cum in both ends,” Luke says as he comes back to clean Eric off, all too casually, and Eric curses under his breath.
“That mouth of yours is fucking filthy.”
Luke bats his eyelashes as he kneels between Eric’s legs. “Glad you like it, Daddy.” He puts his mouth over Eric’s cock, licking at the head for a moment before sinking his lips down slow.
“Ah, baby, that’s it.” Eric relaxes, lets the boy have his way with him. “Fuck, Luke, that’s good.” Luke works him over luxuriously, taking his time, using lots of spit, and Eric is dying to cum within minutes. “You want it down your throat, kid?”
Luke nods, his mouth full, and Eric sighs in pleasure, closing his eyes as his peak washes over him, less intense this time, but still fucking wonderful. Luke gulps his cum down, only choking a tiny bit, and pulls off looking very pleased with himself. Eric can’t help but smile.
“Satisfied now, you little whore?”
“Mmm,” Luke confirms, crawling up over Eric’s body to give him a quick kiss. “Thank you. For tonight. It meant a lot to me.”
Eric hums, putting his arms around Luke’s back, fingers stroking up and down his spine. “Any time. But I hope you’re not planning on running out on me. Part of the Bogosian BDSM Package is a sleepover and psychosexual debrief over eggs in the morning. It’s mandatory, I’m afraid.” He’s half-joking, but he is relieved when Luke nods.
“Alright, alright. I’ll stay. No touching me in my sleep though, Dad, you already defiled me enough for one night.” Luke’s grin tells a very different story to the words coming out of his mouth.
“It’s like you want me to have a stroke,” Eric grumbles playfully, firmly planting Luke on his chest and pulling the covers over them. “Go to sleep, you horny little brat.”