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I'm not going to stop writing these though. They're too fun for me to write!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I've put it off long enough, here's a twenty-ninth episode for you!

In this episode, Something terrible befalls Lars, James becomes Super-Dad and we get a few peeks into the past via-vivid dreaming sequences!

Like I said, I've been trying to make these chapters longer so that you get more out of them, but then I'm still kinda distracted, so it kinda takes me a bit more time to write then I'd like...Blah. I'm not going to stop writing these though. They're too fun for me to write!", "writing": "Father And Son Episode Twenty-Nine: Fever Dream Flashbacks\n\n\"Hey, it's James. I've been trying to push the ordeal at work out of my mind, and being with Lars is just the ticket. You all know by now how much I love my little boy...Not just as my lover, but as my son...When you're in love with your son, you have to keep balance. I'm not just his husband, I'm still his father and I still have to care for him like a father should.\"\n* * *\n\nLars was blank. He could hear sounds around him, but he knew what it was already. he felt the floor tremble a bit with every step around him. Then finally, a voice from above. \"Wake up Lars. You've got to get ready for school.\"\n\nLars slowly opened his eyes. He looked around. His bed always looked so big compared to little old him. He was barely five, so of course everything looked big. The biggest thing in the room, though, was the giant guy smiling down at him, his father. \"YAAWN.....school?\"\n\n\"Yup.\" James gave Lars a warm smile. \"Today is your very first day of school Lars.\" James softly lifted Lars up out of his bed and held him in his arms. \"Aren't you excited?\"\n\n\"What's school again?\" Lars shrugged softly, still sleepy.\n\n\"School is a place you get to go to to learn things.\" James swung Lars in his arms. \"You get to learn all about letters and numbers and all sorts of fun things.\" James sat Lars back down on his bed and help him out of his pajamas. \"Best of all, you get to meet all sorts of new friends to play with.\" James handed Lars some clothes.\n\n\"I want to stay home with you daddy.\" Lars tried to put on his shirt, but it got stuck.\n\n\"I know son. We all want to stay home with our moms and dads when we start school.\" James helped Lars with his shirt. \"But when you get there, you end up having so much fun, you don't want to leave!\" James nodded at Lars as he fixed his hair.\n\n\"But dad, I have fun with you...\" Lars pouted a bit as he let his pants dangle off his feet.\n\n\"Larson, you're going to school.\" James helped Lars with his pants. \"Now would I lie to you about anything?\"\n\n\"Nooo....\" Lars shook his head slowly.\n\n\"And you want to be a big strong, smart man like daddy, right?\" James smirked down at his son.\n\n\"YEAH!\" Lars got pumped up.\n\n\"Well you're going to have to go to school Lars.\" James nodded. \"I went to school. If I can do it, then you can do it too!\"\n\n\"Yeah daddy!\" Lars hopped off the bed. \"Let's go right now!\"\n\n\"Woah there kid.\" James grabbed Lars by the tail and pulled him back, holding him in the air upside down. \"You can't go there just yet. We have to eat breakfast first.\"\n\n\"Aww, come on...\" Lars squirmed as he hung from his tail. \"I wanna go to school!\"\n\n\"Hahaha, you're a silly kid, you know that Lars?\" James smiled warmly at his son.\n\n\"Hehe, you're silly too dad.\" Lars reached out and hugged his father's belly as he hung.\n\n* * *\n\n\"Lars?....Lars, are you okay?\" Lars felt dull. It was a struggle to wake himself up.\n\n\"Ergh...Dad?\" Lars slowly opened his eyes. He felt like crap, and the first thing to come into focus was his father's concerned face. \"What's up?\"\n\n\"You're burning up Lars!\" James held his hand to Lars' forehead. \"I noticed you were getting kinda warm during the night, but this is serious!\" James hopped out of bed. \"Let me go get the thermometer. I think you've got the flu or something.\"\n\n\"The flu?\" Lars weakly face palmed. \"It's the middle of September and barely even brisk outside...how the hell do you get the flu like that?\"\n\n\"It's been floating around.\" James came back in with the thermometer and stuffed it in Lars' mouth. \"Now keep that still.\" James set down a medicine bottle on the nightstand. \"Good thing I had this flu medicine left over from the last time.\"\n\n\"Do you really think it's that serious?\" Lars weakly cocked an eyebrow at his father's rushing.\n\n\"Even if it isn't the flu, better safe than sorry.\" James re-positioned the thermometer in Lars' mouth. \"And stop moving this thing around or I'm shoving it up the other end.\" James left again. \"I'm going to get you some water.\"\n\nLars sat in bed. \"Hmm...I wonder what I got this from....\" Lars thought hard about what happened recently. \"I...can't think of anything...\"\n\n\"Here you go kid.\" James came back in with a glass of water and he took the thermometer out of Lars' mouth. \"Hmm....Yup, 104. You're sick.\" James shook his head at the thermometer.\n\n\"That's bullshit. I haven't done anything...Why am I sick!?\" Lars huffed a bit.\n\n\"It just happens sometimes.\" James shrugged. \"Don't worry though, I'll be taking care of you...\" James ruffled Lars' hair.\n\n\"I'm fine dad...I can take care of myself.\" Lars started to get up when James pushed him back down.\n\n\"You don't have to.\" James ran his hand across Lars' cheek. \"Just take some of this medicine and try to get some rest son...\" James kissed Lars on the forehead. \"And I'll be in the other room if you need anything....\"\n\n\"Dad....Thanks...\" Lars smiled weakly.\n\n\"It's no problem Lars.\" James fluffed up the pillows behind Lars and made sure he was covered by the blanket. \"You're my kid, of course I'm going to take care of you...\"\n\n\"Hehe, right....\" Lars let out a sigh. \"This still sucks, though.\"\n\n\"Yeah it does....\" James got up and went to the doorway. \"Now take that medicine and relax Lars...I love you.\"\n\n\"I love you too dad...\" Lars smiled widely.\n\n\"Right, I'll let you rest...\" James started to step out, but stopped briefly. \"and Lars...\"\n\n\"Yeah dad?\" Lars started to open the medicine bottle.\n\n\"I'm serious, if you need anything, just ask.\" James shook a fist at his son. \"If I catch you out of this bed for anything more than a piss, I'll knock you over the head!\"\n\n\"Right, right dad...\" Lars popped some of the pills and laid back. \"I'll stay in bed. Don't worry...\"\n\n\"Good...\" James smiled. \"I'll try and get some soup for you later.\" James left Lars, stepping into the living room.\n\n* * *\n\n\"Daddy, where are you!?\" A ten year old Lars was walking in the park by himself. \"Daaaad!...Maybe i shouldn't have gone to see that dog...\"\n\n\"Hey kid...\" A man slinked up behind Lars. \"You want to come with me?\"\n\n\"Err...who are you?\" Lars stepped back from the man. \"You're creepy...\"\n\n\"That isn't a nice thing to say to an adult kid.\" The man stepped closer to Lars.\n\nLars continued to step back. \"Daddy told me not to-\"\n\n\"Talk to strangers? Good advice.\" The creepy man continued forward. \"How about I aquatint myself to you over some ice-cream?\"\n\n\"Well...I'd like to find my daddy first....\" Lars started to walk away.\n\n\"We can find him later kid!\" The man grabbed Lars' arm. \"Let's go get a treat right now!\"\n\n\"No! I want my daddy!\" Lars struggled, trying to get away.\n\n\"Don't make a scene kid. What if someone saw you acting like this?\"\n\n\"Yes, what if someone saw MY KID acting like that to a STRANGER?\" James was standing behind the man, a deathly serious look on his face.\n\n\"DADDY! HELP ME!\" Lars called to his dad. \"This creepy man won't let go of me!\"\n\nJames' eyes flared with rage. \"I'd suggest you let my kid go unless you'd like to see me get REAL gully.\"\n\n\"Okayokayokay!\" The man let Lars go. \"Take the kid!\"\n\n\"DAD!\" Lars quickly dashed behind his father's legs.\n\nJames grabbed the man by the collar and growled down at him. \"If I see you touching another child like that, ESPECIALLY MY CHILD, then I will PERSONALLY kick your ass all the way down to the police station!\" James tossed the man to the ground violently. \"GOT IT!?\"\n\n\"Alright, alright! Just don't hurt me!\" The man quickly scrambled to his feet and ran away.\n\nJames knelt down and hugged Lars. \"Lars, are you okay?\"\n\n\"That man wouldn't let me find you dad. I was so scared!\" Lars hugged his father back.\n\n\"Larson, let this be a lesson to you: When you're out in public, stick close to me. Don't go wandering off. If I hadn't have been keeping an eye on you, you probably would be long gone by now.\"\n\n\"Yes daddy...\" Lars nodded into his father's chest.\n\n\"Good...\" James kissed Lars on the top of his head. \"Now let's not let that little incident ruin our whole day...\" James lifted Lars up and set him on his shoulders. \"How about we go get some icecream for real?\"\n\n\"Okay dad...\" Lars held onto the top of James' head softly and James walked off.\n\n* * *\n\n\"HMPH!? SNRK!\" Lars jumped up in the bed, coated in sweat. \"Huh!?....Oh...\" Lars looked around. He could tell it was a bit past the afternoon. The glass of water he had before looked like it had been replaced, and there were more medicines and syrups for him on the nightstand. \"Ugh, of all the things for me to dream about...\" Lars wiped the sweat from his forehead.\n\n\"Lars? Are you up?\" James stepped into the room, the same warm smile on his face.\n\n\"I guess so...\" Lars shook his head. \"I kinda had a bad dream...\"\n\n\"Really?\" James sat down on the bed next to Lars, running his hand through his son's hair. \"What about?\"\n\n\"Well...\" Lars thought back. \"You...remember...back when I was little. We went to the park...and that creepy pedophile guy tried to take me...\"\n\n\"Ugh, not one of my happier moments...\" James rolled his eyes.\n\n\"It was about that....It was like I was living it all over again...I remembered that man scared the shit out of me...\"\n\n\"Ugh, he scared the shit out of me, too.\" James sighed deeply. \"I was afraid he would have grabbed you and ran before I got over to you two.\" James shuddered.\n\n\"And I remember you were there...and you were this big protector for me...you always were...\" Lars smiled warmly. \"Hehe, you still are daddy....\"\n\n\"Like I said Lars, I'm your father. I'll always be here to take care of you and protect you. Nothing is going to change that. And with our family's lifespan, nothing's going to change that for a long time either.\" James kissed Lars on the cheek. \"Now then, if you're feeling up for it, I got some of your favorite soups from that diner you like. I told them you were sick and that it was supposed to be special, and they hooked me up with some bowls from their freshest batches.\"\n\n\"Ooh! I think my body can handle some soup...\" Lars smiled widely.\n\n\"Great, let me go heat some up!\" James got up from the bed and started to leave.\n\n\"Hey dad...\" Lars grabbed James' hand.\n\n\"Yeah son?\" James smiled down at his son.\n\n\"What...the hell does \"Gully\" mean?\" Lars cocked an eyebrow. \"I remember you said that to the guy who was trying to take me.\"\n\n\"Hahaha...it basically means....to be gritty and street...and it also mean hardheaded and to make a scene. If that man hadn't let you go, I would have lost my composure and kicked his ass all around that park.\" James smirked. \"It's a slang term.\"\n\n\"Oh....\" Lars smiled warmly at his father. \"I'd get gully over you, too dad.\"\n\n\"Lars...\" James face palmed. \"Don't ever say that again in your life. Ever.\"\n\n\"Right.\" Lars chuckled a bit.\n\n* * *\n\nAt the AlphaMuscle gym, Omar and Darius were in the office.\n\n\"Darius, this is a muscle oriented gym. why would I have a yoga course?\" Omar rolled his eyes.\n\n\"It's like the soup for bodybuilding's sandwich!\" Darius nodded. \"After pumping up to the limit, Yoga is the best thing for a cooldown exercise.\" Darius rubbed his muscles. \"Plus, since I'm going to be the instructor and it doesn't require any equipment, we can make a profit off of it.\"\n\n\"I don't know Darius. It's kinda hard to imagine anyone being interested...\" Omar shrugged.\n\n\"I knew you'd say that...\" Darius pulled out a clipboard. \"So I spent this morning surveying the regulars, and a lot of them say that a yoga program would be a nice addition.\"\n\nOmar shrugged. \"Hmph, fine. I'll THINK about it.\"\n\n\"Hehe, thanks Omar...\" Darius hugged Omar, kissing him on the cheek. \"You know how much I love you...\"\n\n\"Yeah yeah...\" Omar rolled his eyes at Darius. \"I love you too.\" Omar led Darius into a deep kiss. \"Oh yeah that reminds me, have you seen Lars around today? I wanted to talk to him about that job.\"\n\n\"I don't know...I haven't seen him or James today...\" Darius scratched his chin. \"I know Lars wouldn't willingly miss out on a day of hanging out with us...\"\n\n\"Maybe you should call him?\" Omar nodded to Darius.\n\n\"And just what makes you think I have his number?\" Darius eyed Omar.\n\nOmar gave Darius a deadpan look. \"You're his gym teacher, you're his wrestling coach and you two are so hopped up on brotherly love, I'm surprised you two don't sleep in the same bed. I'm sure you have his number somewhere.\"\n\n\". . . Shut up.\" Darius pulled out his cellphone and called Lars.\n\n* * *\n\nBack at James' and Lars' house, Lars was sitting in the living room eating soup with his father when he heard his phone ringing in his room.\n\n\"Is that my phone?\" Lars smiled a bit. \"It's probably Darius.\"\n\n\"Why would Darius be calling you?\" James cocked an eyebrow at Lars.\n\n\"He's my wrestling coach, he's my gym teacher and most importantly, he's my big brother! If I had it my way, we'd be sleeping in bunks. Of course he has my number.\" Lars smiled warmly.\n\n\"I'll go get it. You just keep eating that soup, boy.\" James kissed Lars on the cheek and went to answer the phone. \"Hello?\"\n\n\"Oh, hey James.\" Darius raised an eyebrow. \"Omar wanted to talk with Lars about that job. Are you guys busy today?\"\n\n\"Oh, we're not exactly busy...\" James scratched behind his head. \"Lars caught the flu overnight.\n\n\"What? That sucks!\" Darius shook his head.\n\n\"I know. I've been so worried about my little man, but he's taking it in stride.\" James smiled.\n\n\"That's good.\" Darius nodded. \"Well tell him I called and me and Omar will try to get out there later to see him.\"\n\n\"Okay. I'm sure he'd love that.\" James smiled. \"I should go check up on him.\"\n\n\"Alright, See ya later.\" Darius hung up.\n\nJames went back to the living room. \"Well you were right, it was Darius.\"\n\n\"Haha, I knew it. What did big bro want?\" Lars continued eating.\n\n\"Well Omar wanted to talk to you about a job at the gym. I told them you were sick, though.\" James sat down with Lars.\n\n\"A job? Sweet! This gator will no longer be sucking on the teat of the government!\" Lars pumped his fist.\n\n\"Hehe, I hope that's the only thing you won't be sucking on anymore kid.\" James held Lars in his arm.\n\n\"Of course daddy!\" Lars nodded as he finished off his soup. \"Aah...I'm feeling better already!\"\n \nJames held his hand to Lars' forehead. \"You still have a bit of a fever, though. Don't go bouncing around again just yet.\"\n\n\"Fine, fine...\" Lars rolled his eyes.\n\n\"Darius said he and Omar would try to be over later to see you.\" James took Lars' bowl and put it in the sink in the kitchen. \"So you should probably get cleaned up.\" James ran his hand across Lars' shoulders. \"Unless you want them to see you covered in a layer of sticky sickness sweat...\"\n\n\"Alright then.\" Lars got up from the couch. \"Let me just find some clothes, then I'll hop in the shower....\" Lars went to his bedroom and dug through his dresser for some fresh clothes, deciding upon a loose fitting grey tee shirt and some black sweatpants. \"Meh, this'll work...\" Lars as about to step into the bathroom when he heard water running. \"Hmm?\" Lars stepped into the bathroom and saw his father drawing him a bath. \"A bath? Really?\"\n\n\"Of course.\" James nodded, smiling brightly. \"A shower just doesn't cut it when you're sick. You've got to soak that sickness out of your skin. I'm you're father, I know what's best.\"\n\n\"Aww dad...You always have to spoil me like this...\" Lars blushed brightly. \"Are you going to wash me, too.\n\n\"If you want me to kid.\" James blushed just the same.\n\n'I can handle this, big guy.\" Lars stepped up to his father. \"Thank you dad.\" Lars leaned up and kissed his father on the cheek.\n\n\"It's no problem kid...\" James leaned down and led Lars into a deep and passionate kiss. \"Mmh....\" After a few moments, James broke the kiss, smiling down at his son.\n\n\"I hope you don't get sick off me...\" Lars chuckled a bit.\n\n\"Ha, I don't really mind...\" James smacked Lars' ass. \"Go get in that bath. I'll be in the living room, You already know what to do.\" James started to leave.\n\n\"Right dad....seriously, thank you.\" Lars smiled widely as he sat in the tub.\n\n\"It's no problem son...\" James left Lars alone in the bath.\n\n\"Aah...\" Lars sunk down low into the steamy hot bath. \"This feels really nice....\" Lars let out a deep sigh as he grabbed a bar of soap started cleaning himself. \"Dad always knows just how to spoil me....He's the sweetest man I've ever known...\" Lars set the soap down and started to relax. \"I hope I can be as good to him as he is to me...\" As he sat there in the bath, he slowly started to nod off.\n\n* * *\n\"Dad....Do you want to....fool around?.....and stuff?\" A sixteen year old Lars looked at himself in a mirror, blushing like mad. \"NONONO! I can't come to him like that! That's entirely too desperate!\" Lars looked over to the picture of his father on his desk. \"But why would he even have me? He's been dating and so have I, maybe he found someone better....and of course I'm ignoring the fact that HE'S MY DAD!\" Lars stopped abruptly when he heard the front door unlock. \"Shit, it's him!\" Lars spazzed out for a few moments before snapping back to normal as his father stepped into the house.\n\n\"Hey Lars, are you home?\" James set down his briefcase and sat down on the couch.\n\n\"Hey dad!\" Lars sat down next to his father on the couch, kissing him on the cheek and hugging him.\n\n\"Hehe, what's with all the love champ?\" James blushed a bit.\n\n\"Nothing. I just love you is all...\" Lars hid is blushing from his father's sight by burring his face in his chest. \"How could I be so blunt!? I'm an idiot!\" Lars beat himself up mentally.\n\n\"Hehe, I love you too Lars.\" James kissed Lars on the forehead, blushing even more. \"More then you'll ever know son...\" James thought to himself, his heart fluttering a bit.\n\n\"D...dad?\" Lars blushed eve brighter. \"I....I...err...\"\n\n\"What is it kid?\" James rubbed Lars' back.\n\n\"Well...I...I mean...I....\" Lars stammered a bit.\n\n\"What?\" James pulled back a bit. \"You aren't in trouble, are you?\"\n\n\"NO! It's nothing like that! It's just....It's not important...\" Lars blushed even more.\n\n\"Are you sure Lars?\" James smirked. \"I know you're dating now.\" James put his forehead up to Lars' forehead, speaking softly. \"I'm here if you need any...help...anything at all kid...\"\n\n\"Don't worry dad.\" Lars slowly moved his lips closer to his father. \"If I need anything...I'll be talking to you first...just like always...\" Lars blushed brightly.\n\n\"Good....\" James and Lars both hesitated for the next few moments, looking deeply into each other's eyes.\n\n\"God, he's so beautiful....\" James smiled warmly. \"Wait...STOP! Don't you DARE kiss that boy Jameil!\" James' thoughts brought him out of his loving trance and he slowly pulled away from Lars. \"So then Lars...You...want to...head out for dinner?\" James couldn't stop blushing.\n\n\"Sure dad...I don't feel like cooking...\" Lars didn't notice his father's blushing, as he was trying to hide his own.\n\n\"R-right! Just let me get changed, and we can head out...\" James got up and went into his room.\n\n\". . .\" Lars held perfectly still until he heard his father's door close. he then ran to his own room, closed the door softly and stood against the wall. He could hear his father taking off his clothes, and the sound of his clothes hitting the floor sent spikes of lust through his spine into his cock. \"Mmh....\" Lars tried to keep his moaning to a minimum as he jerked his cock to the thoughts and sound of his father stripping down naked. \"Fffffffuuuuu.......\" Lars quickly came, shooting cum on his floor. He struggled hard to keep from moaning. \"Dad....One day....One day I'll be with you....we can get naked together...\" Lars thought hopefully as he sat down with his back against the wall.\n\n\"F-f-fuck...\" James very barely let the word escape his mouth as he panted, fresh cum on the floor in front of him as he finished beating off. \"I'm sorry son...I'm sorry I feel this way about you....I hope...You're okay with this...one day...\" James let out a heavy sigh and started to get dressed again.\n\nThe two both left their rooms at the same time, their eyes meeting and hearts fluttering with the eye contact.\n\n\"Y...you changed clothes, too?\" James smiled down at his son.\n\n\"Yeah...I like to look nice when I'm with you...\" Lars nodded softly.\n\n\"Well....Let's go then...\" James held out his hand to his son.\n\n\"Okay dad...\" Lars held his father's hand tightly. \"I'm glad to be with you dad...I love you...even if I can't say it...\" Lars thought happily as he followed his father out the door.\n\n* * *\n\n\"You fall asleep Lars?\" James' soothing voice brought Lars back to reality.\n\n\"Err...I guess I did...\" Lars blushed brightly. \"A bath really does help you relax...\"\n\n\"Hehe, I see one bit that's not relaxed at all.\" James knelt besides the tub and reached in, holding onto Lars' thick erection.\n\n\"Dad...\" Lars turned to his father quickly.\n\n\"Lars?\" James looked down at his son.\n\n\"When I was sixteen...I used to jerk off to you getting undressed.....\" Lars blushed brightly. \n\n\"Haha, really?\" James blushed brightly. \"Well...I used to do the same thing Lars...\"\n\n\"We've come such a long way, haven't we?\" Lars smiled up at his father.\n\n\"Yeah we have...\" James held his son close. \"And to think, I hated feeling this way towards you...\" James kissed Lars on the cheek. \"I just didn't know how good it felt...\"\n\n\"I was just dreaming about the time before we got together...\" Lars thought deeply. \"Do you think...that if we hadn't have had that accident that night...\" Lars looked into James' eyes. \"Do you think we would have ever hooked up if that had never happened?\"\n\n\"I don't know...\" James thought deeply, too. \"I was paralyzed with fear over it..It was kissing you that drove me over the edge...\" James held Lars' chin in his hand. \"Whatever COULD have happened, the only important thing is WHAT happened.\" James kissed Lars. \"And I wouldn't have done it any other way, son...\"\n\n\"Me neither dad...\" Lars hugged his father tightly.\n\n* * *\n\nA bit later, James was laying on the couch in the living room, and Lars was laying in his arms.\n\n\"Ugh, who fucking cares about celebrity gossip anymore?\" James rolled his eyes at the show they were watching.\n\n\"Come on dad, this is a juicy scoop!\" Lars smiled up at his father. \"It's always a media circus when someone gets caught in an affair.\"\n\n\"I'm guessing it's too late to persuade you not to be interested in gossip so that I can watch the news, right??\" James chuckled.\n\n\"Yup. I'm a total follower dad.\" Lars smirked. \"So you're going to have to bare with me.\"\n\n\"Man, five-thirty is seriously not a prime timeslot on TV...\" James rolled his eyes at his son, hugging his son close. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. \"Who is it!?\"\n\n\"It's Darius!\" Darius called through the door.\n\n\"Oh, the door's open!\" James didn't move an inch from his spot as Darius and Omar stepped in.\n\n\"You know, having your door unlocked like that is dangerous James.\" Darius rolled his eyes. \"What if someone broke in?\"\n\n\"If someone broke in, they'd be broken back out that door.\" James smirked at Darius.\n\n\"Hey big bros!\" Lars waved to Darius and Omar.\n\n\"Hey Lars, I hear you got sick.\" Darius looked Lars over. \"You don't seem too bad...You've wrestled through worse.\"\n\n\"You should have seen me this morning\" Lars shuddered. \"I felt like absolute shit.\" Lars held onto his father's hands. \"Dad's been taking really good care of me though, so I'm feeling a lot better.\" Lars leaned back and kissed his father on the cheek.\n\n\"Well I hope you're not too sick to talk business Lars.\" Omar stepped over, smirking. \"Because I got some for you.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah?\" Lars sat up. \"What ya got Omar?\"\n\n\"Well Lars...How would you like to be...EQUIPMENT MANAGER!?\" Omar made a big scene as he announced the title proudly.\n\n\"Equipment manager? What would I be doing, checking cocks for freshness?\" Lars cocked an eyebrow.\n\n\"I see your sickness hasn't dulled your cock-centric sense of humor...\" Omar rolled his eyes at Lars. \"Every day after school, you would make rounds around the gym and take notes about the condition of the exercise machines and equipment, what needs to be fixed and stuff. You'd also be cleaning off equipment if the guys leave it a sweaty mess.\" Omar nodded. \"You'd report back to me after your shift....Let's say around...six or seven. And in between rounds, you'd do errands and stuff for me and Darius.\" Omar smiled. \"How about that for a job?\"\n\n\"That sounds like fun!\" Lars nodded excitedly. \"I can do that no problem!\"\n\n\"Good!\" Omar nodded. \"Now I don't want a sick guy floating around the gym, so how about you start next Monday after practice?\"\n\n\"Of course!\" Lars smiled widely. \"I won't let you down Omar!\"\n\n\"I know you won't. If Darius' experience with you carries over to the gym, I'm sure you'll make employee of the month.\" Omar chuckled a bit, patting Lars on the shoulder.\n\n\"Hey, we got to go Omar. The bank is going to close soon.\" Darius looked at his watch.\n\n\"Oh yeah! We'll talk more about this tomorrow Lars.\" Omar gave Lars a soft jab on the chest. \"You just get better in time to start work next week.\"\n\n\"Right Omar! Thanks again...\" Lars nodded happily.\n\n\"Feel better Lars. Don't hesitate to call if you need me for anything.\" Darius hugged Lars and gave him a kiss on the cheek.\n\n\"Right big bro!\" Lars hugged Darius back and then laid back. \"I'm sure dad can take care of me, right?\"\n\n\"That's right little guy.\" James snuggled Lars a bit. \"Thanks for coming over to see Lars you guys.\"\n\n\"Of course we'd be here to see you guys.\" Omar gave James a thumbs-up. \"We're family, and family takes care of each other.\"\n\n\"Yeah...thanks guys....\" Lars smiled widely as the two left.\n\n\"James, I'm locking the bottom lock.\" Darius rolled his eyes as he stepped out. \"Try not to get robbed.\"\n\n\"I'll try my best Darius.\" James rolled his eyes at Darius as he left. \"Heh, I like those two\" James smiled warmly. \"It's like I've got three kids or something.\"\n\n\"It's really nice to have them around...\" Lars smiled widely. \"It's not just us anymore...\"\n\n\"No it's not son...\" James wrapped his arms around Lars. \"You want something to eat or are you fine right now?\"\n\n\"Meh, I think I'll just head back to bed.\" Lars shook his head. \"That cold medicine is starting to get to me...\"\n\n\"Alright kid...Let me help you...\" James carried Lars to the bedroom and set him down softly. \"There we go...\"\n\n\"Dad....seriously...thank you for being so nice to me.\" Lars blushed brightly. \"I know I'm entirely too old to be pampered and cared for like this when I'm sick...\"\n\n\"You're never too old.\" James sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand up and down Lars' cheek. \"You're my son and my lover. I want you to be in top condition, so I'll give you my best when your sick...\"\n\n\"Right...I'll do the same for you when you're sick dad...*Yawn* You won't even have to worry...\" Lars started to nod off.\n\n\"Right Lars...\" James held his hand to Lars' forehead. \"Your fever's gone....I guess this was just a one day thing...\"\n\n\"Maybe...\" Lars was barely awake now. \"I bet I'll feel back to normal tomorrow...\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" James smiled down at his son. \"You warm enough?\"\n\n\"I could be warmer...\" Lars was half asleep by now.\n\n\"Well then...\" James got out of his clothes and slipped into bed with Lars, holding him close. \"Let me warm you up.\"\n\n\"Mmh....thanks...\" Lars finally gave into the medicine's haze and fell asleep in his father's arms.\n\n\"It's no problem Lars...\" James kissed Lars on the neck and held him tightly.\n\n* * *\n\n\"That was pretty scary! He got sick so fast! Thank god it wasn't anything serious....I guess that's what he was feeling off about yesterday...It has to be...Anyway, I'm happy he's starting to feel better...\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Father And Son Episode Twenty-Nine: Fever Dream Flashbacks

"Hey, it's James. I've been trying to push the ordeal at work out of my mind, and being with Lars is just the ticket. You all know by now how much I love my little boy...Not just as my lover, but as my son...When you're in love with your son, you have to keep balance. I'm not just his husband, I'm still his father and I still have to care for him like a father should."
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Lars was blank. He could hear sounds around him, but he knew what it was already. he felt the floor tremble a bit with every step around him. Then finally, a voice from above. "Wake up Lars. You've got to get ready for school."

Lars slowly opened his eyes. He looked around. His bed always looked so big compared to little old him. He was barely five, so of course everything looked big. The biggest thing in the room, though, was the giant guy smiling down at him, his father. "YAAWN.....school?"

"Yup." James gave Lars a warm smile. "Today is your very first day of school Lars." James softly lifted Lars up out of his bed and held him in his arms. "Aren't you excited?"

"What's school again?" Lars shrugged softly, still sleepy.

"School is a place you get to go to to learn things." James swung Lars in his arms. "You get to learn all about letters and numbers and all sorts of fun things." James sat Lars back down on his bed and help him out of his pajamas. "Best of all, you get to meet all sorts of new friends to play with." James handed Lars some clothes.

"I want to stay home with you daddy." Lars tried to put on his shirt, but it got stuck.

"I know son. We all want to stay home with our moms and dads when we start school." James helped Lars with his shirt. "But when you get there, you end up having so much fun, you don't want to leave!" James nodded at Lars as he fixed his hair.

"But dad, I have fun with you..." Lars pouted a bit as he let his pants dangle off his feet.

"Larson, you're going to school." James helped Lars with his pants. "Now would I lie to you about anything?"

"Nooo...." Lars shook his head slowly.

"And you want to be a big strong, smart man like daddy, right?" James smirked down at his son.

"YEAH!" Lars got pumped up.

"Well you're going to have to go to school Lars." James nodded. "I went to school. If I can do it, then you can do it too!"

"Yeah daddy!" Lars hopped off the bed. "Let's go right now!"

"Woah there kid." James grabbed Lars by the tail and pulled him back, holding him in the air upside down. "You can't go there just yet. We have to eat breakfast first."

"Aww, come on..." Lars squirmed as he hung from his tail. "I wanna go to school!"

"Hahaha, you're a silly kid, you know that Lars?" James smiled warmly at his son.

"Hehe, you're silly too dad." Lars reached out and hugged his father's belly as he hung.

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"Lars?....Lars, are you okay?" Lars felt dull. It was a struggle to wake himself up.

"Ergh...Dad?" Lars slowly opened his eyes. He felt like crap, and the first thing to come into focus was his father's concerned face. "What's up?"

"You're burning up Lars!" James held his hand to Lars' forehead. "I noticed you were getting kinda warm during the night, but this is serious!" James hopped out of bed. "Let me go get the thermometer. I think you've got the flu or something."

"The flu?" Lars weakly face palmed. "It's the middle of September and barely even brisk outside...how the hell do you get the flu like that?"

"It's been floating around." James came back in with the thermometer and stuffed it in Lars' mouth. "Now keep that still." James set down a medicine bottle on the nightstand. "Good thing I had this flu medicine left over from the last time."

"Do you really think it's that serious?" Lars weakly cocked an eyebrow at his father's rushing.

"Even if it isn't the flu, better safe than sorry." James re-positioned the thermometer in Lars' mouth. "And stop moving this thing around or I'm shoving it up the other end." James left again. "I'm going to get you some water."

Lars sat in bed. "Hmm...I wonder what I got this from...." Lars thought hard about what happened recently. "I...can't think of anything..."

"Here you go kid." James came back in with a glass of water and he took the thermometer out of Lars' mouth. "Hmm....Yup, 104. You're sick." James shook his head at the thermometer.

"That's bullshit. I haven't done anything...Why am I sick!?" Lars huffed a bit.

"It just happens sometimes." James shrugged. "Don't worry though, I'll be taking care of you..." James ruffled Lars' hair.

"I'm fine dad...I can take care of myself." Lars started to get up when James pushed him back down.

"You don't have to." James ran his hand across Lars' cheek. "Just take some of this medicine and try to get some rest son..." James kissed Lars on the forehead. "And I'll be in the other room if you need anything...."

"Dad....Thanks..." Lars smiled weakly.

"It's no problem Lars." James fluffed up the pillows behind Lars and made sure he was covered by the blanket. "You're my kid, of course I'm going to take care of you..."

"Hehe, right...." Lars let out a sigh. "This still sucks, though."

"Yeah it does...." James got up and went to the doorway. "Now take that medicine and relax Lars...I love you."

"I love you too dad..." Lars smiled widely.

"Right, I'll let you rest..." James started to step out, but stopped briefly. "and Lars..."

"Yeah dad?" Lars started to open the medicine bottle.

"I'm serious, if you need anything, just ask." James shook a fist at his son. "If I catch you out of this bed for anything more than a piss, I'll knock you over the head!"

"Right, right dad..." Lars popped some of the pills and laid back. "I'll stay in bed. Don't worry..."

"Good..." James smiled. "I'll try and get some soup for you later." James left Lars, stepping into the living room.

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"Daddy, where are you!?" A ten year old Lars was walking in the park by himself. "Daaaad!...Maybe i shouldn't have gone to see that dog..."

"Hey kid..." A man slinked up behind Lars. "You want to come with me?"

"Err...who are you?" Lars stepped back from the man. "You're creepy..."

"That isn't a nice thing to say to an adult kid." The man stepped closer to Lars.

Lars continued to step back. "Daddy told me not to-"

"Talk to strangers? Good advice." The creepy man continued forward. "How about I aquatint myself to you over some ice-cream?"

"Well...I'd like to find my daddy first...." Lars started to walk away.

"We can find him later kid!" The man grabbed Lars' arm. "Let's go get a treat right now!"

"No! I want my daddy!" Lars struggled, trying to get away.

"Don't make a scene kid. What if someone saw you acting like this?"

"Yes, what if someone saw MY KID acting like that to a STRANGER?" James was standing behind the man, a deathly serious look on his face.

"DADDY! HELP ME!" Lars called to his dad. "This creepy man won't let go of me!"

James' eyes flared with rage. "I'd suggest you let my kid go unless you'd like to see me get REAL gully."

"Okayokayokay!" The man let Lars go. "Take the kid!"

"DAD!" Lars quickly dashed behind his father's legs.

James grabbed the man by the collar and growled down at him. "If I see you touching another child like that, ESPECIALLY MY CHILD, then I will PERSONALLY kick your ass all the way down to the police station!" James tossed the man to the ground violently. "GOT IT!?"

"Alright, alright! Just don't hurt me!" The man quickly scrambled to his feet and ran away.

James knelt down and hugged Lars. "Lars, are you okay?"

"That man wouldn't let me find you dad. I was so scared!" Lars hugged his father back.

"Larson, let this be a lesson to you: When you're out in public, stick close to me. Don't go wandering off. If I hadn't have been keeping an eye on you, you probably would be long gone by now."

"Yes daddy..." Lars nodded into his father's chest.

"Good..." James kissed Lars on the top of his head. "Now let's not let that little incident ruin our whole day..." James lifted Lars up and set him on his shoulders. "How about we go get some icecream for real?"

"Okay dad..." Lars held onto the top of James' head softly and James walked off.

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"HMPH!? SNRK!" Lars jumped up in the bed, coated in sweat. "Huh!?....Oh..." Lars looked around. He could tell it was a bit past the afternoon. The glass of water he had before looked like it had been replaced, and there were more medicines and syrups for him on the nightstand. "Ugh, of all the things for me to dream about..." Lars wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Lars? Are you up?" James stepped into the room, the same warm smile on his face.

"I guess so..." Lars shook his head. "I kinda had a bad dream..."

"Really?" James sat down on the bed next to Lars, running his hand through his son's hair. "What about?"

"Well..." Lars thought back. "You...remember...back when I was little. We went to the park...and that creepy pedophile guy tried to take me..."

"Ugh, not one of my happier moments..." James rolled his eyes.

"It was about that....It was like I was living it all over again...I remembered that man scared the shit out of me..."

"Ugh, he scared the shit out of me, too." James sighed deeply. "I was afraid he would have grabbed you and ran before I got over to you two." James shuddered.

"And I remember you were there...and you were this big protector for me...you always were..." Lars smiled warmly. "Hehe, you still are daddy...."

"Like I said Lars, I'm your father. I'll always be here to take care of you and protect you. Nothing is going to change that. And with our family's lifespan, nothing's going to change that for a long time either." James kissed Lars on the cheek. "Now then, if you're feeling up for it, I got some of your favorite soups from that diner you like. I told them you were sick and that it was supposed to be special, and they hooked me up with some bowls from their freshest batches."

"Ooh! I think my body can handle some soup..." Lars smiled widely.

"Great, let me go heat some up!" James got up from the bed and started to leave.

"Hey dad..." Lars grabbed James' hand.

"Yeah son?" James smiled down at his son.

"What...the hell does "Gully" mean?" Lars cocked an eyebrow. "I remember you said that to the guy who was trying to take me."

"Hahaha...it basically means....to be gritty and street...and it also mean hardheaded and to make a scene. If that man hadn't let you go, I would have lost my composure and kicked his ass all around that park." James smirked. "It's a slang term."

"Oh...." Lars smiled warmly at his father. "I'd get gully over you, too dad."

"Lars..." James face palmed. "Don't ever say that again in your life. Ever."

"Right." Lars chuckled a bit.

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At the AlphaMuscle gym, Omar and Darius were in the office.

"Darius, this is a muscle oriented gym. why would I have a yoga course?" Omar rolled his eyes.

"It's like the soup for bodybuilding's sandwich!" Darius nodded. "After pumping up to the limit, Yoga is the best thing for a cooldown exercise." Darius rubbed his muscles. "Plus, since I'm going to be the instructor and it doesn't require any equipment, we can make a profit off of it."

"I don't know Darius. It's kinda hard to imagine anyone being interested..." Omar shrugged.

"I knew you'd say that..." Darius pulled out a clipboard. "So I spent this morning surveying the regulars, and a lot of them say that a yoga program would be a nice addition."

Omar shrugged. "Hmph, fine. I'll THINK about it."

"Hehe, thanks Omar..." Darius hugged Omar, kissing him on the cheek. "You know how much I love you..."

"Yeah yeah..." Omar rolled his eyes at Darius. "I love you too." Omar led Darius into a deep kiss. "Oh yeah that reminds me, have you seen Lars around today? I wanted to talk to him about that job."

"I don't know...I haven't seen him or James today..." Darius scratched his chin. "I know Lars wouldn't willingly miss out on a day of hanging out with us..."

"Maybe you should call him?" Omar nodded to Darius.

"And just what makes you think I have his number?" Darius eyed Omar.

Omar gave Darius a deadpan look. "You're his gym teacher, you're his wrestling coach and you two are so hopped up on brotherly love, I'm surprised you two don't sleep in the same bed. I'm sure you have his number somewhere."

". . . Shut up." Darius pulled out his cellphone and called Lars.

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Back at James' and Lars' house, Lars was sitting in the living room eating soup with his father when he heard his phone ringing in his room.

"Is that my phone?" Lars smiled a bit. "It's probably Darius."

"Why would Darius be calling you?" James cocked an eyebrow at Lars.

"He's my wrestling coach, he's my gym teacher and most importantly, he's my big brother! If I had it my way, we'd be sleeping in bunks. Of course he has my number." Lars smiled warmly.

"I'll go get it. You just keep eating that soup, boy." James kissed Lars on the cheek and went to answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Oh, hey James." Darius raised an eyebrow. "Omar wanted to talk with Lars about that job. Are you guys busy today?"

"Oh, we're not exactly busy..." James scratched behind his head. "Lars caught the flu overnight.

"What? That sucks!" Darius shook his head.

"I know. I've been so worried about my little man, but he's taking it in stride." James smiled.

"That's good." Darius nodded. "Well tell him I called and me and Omar will try to get out there later to see him."

"Okay. I'm sure he'd love that." James smiled. "I should go check up on him."

"Alright, See ya later." Darius hung up.

James went back to the living room. "Well you were right, it was Darius."

"Haha, I knew it. What did big bro want?" Lars continued eating.

"Well Omar wanted to talk to you about a job at the gym. I told them you were sick, though." James sat down with Lars.

"A job? Sweet! This gator will no longer be sucking on the teat of the government!"  Lars pumped his fist.

"Hehe, I hope that's the only thing you won't be sucking on anymore kid." James held Lars in his arm.

"Of course daddy!" Lars nodded as he finished off his soup. "Aah...I'm feeling better already!"
 
James held his hand to Lars' forehead. "You still have a bit of a fever, though. Don't go bouncing around again just yet."

"Fine, fine..." Lars rolled his eyes.

"Darius said he and Omar would try to be over later to see you." James took Lars' bowl and put it in the sink in the kitchen. "So you should probably get cleaned up." James ran his hand across Lars' shoulders. "Unless you want them to see you covered in a layer of sticky sickness sweat..."

"Alright then." Lars got up from the couch. "Let me just find some clothes, then I'll hop in the shower...." Lars went to his bedroom and dug through his dresser for some fresh clothes, deciding upon a loose fitting grey tee shirt and some black sweatpants. "Meh, this'll work..." Lars as about to step into the bathroom when he heard water running. "Hmm?" Lars stepped into the bathroom and saw his father drawing him a bath. "A bath? Really?"

"Of course." James nodded, smiling brightly. "A shower just doesn't cut it when you're sick. You've got to soak that sickness out of your skin. I'm you're father, I know what's best."

"Aww dad...You always have to spoil me like this..." Lars blushed brightly. "Are you going to wash me, too.

"If you want me to kid." James blushed just the same.

'I can handle this, big guy." Lars stepped up to his father. "Thank you dad." Lars leaned up and kissed his father on the cheek.

"It's no problem kid..." James leaned down and led Lars into a deep and passionate kiss. "Mmh...." After a few moments, James broke the kiss, smiling down at his son.

"I hope you don't get sick off me..." Lars chuckled a bit.

"Ha, I don't really mind..." James smacked Lars' ass. "Go get in that bath. I'll be in the living room, You already know what to do." James started to leave.

"Right dad....seriously, thank you." Lars smiled widely as he sat in the tub.

"It's no problem son..." James left Lars alone in the bath.

"Aah..." Lars sunk down low into the steamy hot bath. "This feels really nice...." Lars let out a deep sigh as he grabbed a bar of soap started cleaning himself. "Dad always knows just how to spoil me....He's the sweetest man I've ever known..." Lars set the soap down and started to relax. "I hope I can be as good to him as he is to me..." As he sat there in the bath, he slowly started to nod off.

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"Dad....Do you want to....fool around?.....and stuff?" A sixteen year old Lars looked at himself in a mirror, blushing like mad. "NONONO! I can't come to him like that! That's entirely too desperate!" Lars looked over to the picture of his father on his desk. "But why would he even have me? He's been dating and so have I, maybe he found someone better....and of course I'm ignoring the fact that HE'S MY DAD!" Lars stopped abruptly when he heard the front door unlock. "Shit, it's him!" Lars spazzed out for a few moments before snapping back to normal as his father stepped into the house.

"Hey Lars, are you home?" James set down his briefcase and sat down on the couch.

"Hey dad!" Lars sat down next to his father on the couch, kissing him on the cheek and hugging him.

"Hehe, what's with all the love champ?" James blushed a bit.

"Nothing. I just love you is all..." Lars hid is blushing from his father's sight by burring his face in his chest. "How could I be so blunt!? I'm an idiot!" Lars beat himself up mentally.

"Hehe, I love you too Lars." James kissed Lars on the forehead, blushing even more. "More then you'll ever know son..." James thought to himself, his heart fluttering a bit.

"D...dad?" Lars blushed eve brighter. "I....I...err..."

"What is it kid?" James rubbed Lars' back.

"Well...I...I mean...I...." Lars stammered a bit.

"What?" James pulled back a bit. "You aren't in trouble, are you?"

"NO! It's nothing like that! It's just....It's not important..." Lars blushed even more.

"Are you sure Lars?" James smirked. "I know you're dating now." James put his forehead up to Lars' forehead, speaking softly. "I'm here if you need any...help...anything at all kid..."

"Don't worry dad." Lars slowly moved his lips closer to his father. "If I need anything...I'll be talking to you first...just like always..." Lars blushed brightly.

"Good...." James and Lars both hesitated for the next few moments, looking deeply into each other's eyes.

"God, he's so beautiful...." James smiled warmly. "Wait...STOP! Don't you DARE kiss that boy Jameil!" James' thoughts brought him out of his loving trance and he slowly pulled away from Lars. "So then Lars...You...want to...head out for dinner?" James couldn't stop blushing.

"Sure dad...I don't feel like cooking..." Lars didn't notice his father's blushing, as he was trying to hide his own.

"R-right! Just let me get changed, and we can head out..." James got up and went into his room.

". . ." Lars held perfectly still until he heard his father's door close. he then ran to his own room, closed the door softly and stood against the wall. He could hear his father taking off his clothes, and the sound of his clothes hitting the floor sent spikes of lust through his spine into his cock. "Mmh...." Lars tried to keep his moaning to a minimum as he jerked his cock to the thoughts and sound of his father stripping down naked. "Fffffffuuuuu......." Lars quickly came, shooting cum on his floor. He struggled hard to keep from moaning. "Dad....One day....One day I'll be with you....we can get naked together..." Lars thought hopefully as he sat down with his back against the wall.

"F-f-fuck..." James very barely let the word escape his mouth as he panted, fresh cum on the floor in front of him as he finished beating off. "I'm sorry son...I'm sorry I feel this way about you....I hope...You're okay with this...one day..." James let out a heavy sigh and started to get dressed again.

The two both left their rooms at the same time, their eyes meeting and hearts fluttering with the eye contact.

"Y...you changed clothes, too?" James smiled down at his son.

"Yeah...I like to look nice when I'm with you..." Lars nodded softly.

"Well....Let's go then..." James held out his hand to his son.

"Okay dad..." Lars held his father's hand tightly. "I'm glad to be with you dad...I love you...even if I can't say it..." Lars thought happily as he followed his father out the door.

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"You fall asleep Lars?" James' soothing voice brought Lars back to reality.

"Err...I guess I did..." Lars blushed brightly. "A bath really does help you relax..."

"Hehe, I see one bit that's not relaxed at all." James knelt besides the tub and reached in, holding onto Lars' thick erection.

"Dad..." Lars turned to his father quickly.

"Lars?" James looked down at his son.

"When I was sixteen...I used to jerk off to you getting undressed....." Lars blushed brightly.

"Haha, really?" James blushed brightly. "Well...I used to do the same thing Lars..."

"We've come such a long way, haven't we?" Lars smiled up at his father.

"Yeah we have..." James held his son close. "And to think, I hated feeling this way towards you..." James kissed Lars on the cheek. "I just didn't know how good it felt..."

"I was just dreaming about the time before we got together..." Lars thought deeply. "Do you think...that if we hadn't have had that accident that night..." Lars looked into James' eyes. "Do you think we would have ever hooked up if that had never happened?"

"I don't know..." James thought deeply, too. "I was paralyzed with fear over it..It was kissing you that drove me over the edge..." James held Lars' chin in his hand. "Whatever COULD have happened, the only important thing is WHAT happened." James kissed Lars. "And I wouldn't have done it any other way, son..."

"Me neither dad..." Lars hugged his father tightly.

*   *   *

A bit later, James was laying on the couch in the living room, and Lars was laying in his arms.

"Ugh, who fucking cares about celebrity gossip anymore?" James rolled his eyes at the show they were watching.

"Come on dad, this is a juicy scoop!" Lars smiled up at his father. "It's always a media circus when someone gets caught in an affair."

"I'm guessing it's too late to persuade you not to be interested in gossip so that I  can watch the news, right??" James chuckled.

"Yup. I'm a total follower dad." Lars smirked. "So you're going to have to bare with me."

"Man, five-thirty is seriously not a prime timeslot on TV..." James rolled his eyes at his son, hugging his son close. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Who is it!?"

"It's Darius!" Darius called through the door.

"Oh, the door's open!" James didn't move an inch from his spot as Darius and Omar stepped in.

"You know, having your door unlocked like that is dangerous James." Darius rolled his eyes. "What if someone broke in?"

"If someone broke in, they'd be broken back out that door." James smirked at Darius.

"Hey big bros!" Lars waved to Darius and Omar.

"Hey Lars, I hear you got sick." Darius looked Lars over. "You don't seem too bad...You've wrestled through worse."

"You should have seen me this morning" Lars shuddered. "I felt like absolute shit." Lars held onto his father's hands. "Dad's been taking really good care of me though, so I'm feeling a lot better." Lars leaned back and kissed his father on the cheek.

"Well I hope you're not too sick to talk business Lars." Omar stepped over, smirking. "Because I got some for you."

"Oh yeah?" Lars sat up. "What ya got Omar?"

"Well Lars...How would you like to be...EQUIPMENT MANAGER!?" Omar made a big scene as he announced the title proudly.

"Equipment manager? What would I be doing, checking cocks for freshness?" Lars cocked an eyebrow.

"I see your sickness hasn't dulled your cock-centric sense of humor..." Omar rolled his eyes at Lars. "Every day after school, you would make rounds around the gym and take notes about the condition of the exercise machines and equipment, what needs to be fixed and stuff. You'd also be cleaning off equipment if the guys leave it a sweaty mess." Omar nodded. "You'd report back to me after your shift....Let's say around...six or seven. And in between rounds, you'd do errands and stuff for me and Darius." Omar smiled. "How about that for a job?"

"That sounds like fun!" Lars nodded excitedly. "I can do that no problem!"

"Good!" Omar nodded. "Now I don't want a sick guy floating around the gym, so how about you start next Monday after practice?"

"Of course!" Lars smiled widely. "I won't let you down Omar!"

"I know you won't. If Darius' experience with you carries over to the gym, I'm sure you'll make employee of the month." Omar chuckled a bit, patting Lars on the shoulder.

"Hey, we got to go Omar. The bank is going to close soon." Darius looked at his watch.

"Oh yeah! We'll talk more about this tomorrow Lars." Omar gave Lars a soft jab on the chest. "You just get better in time to start work next week."

"Right Omar! Thanks again..." Lars nodded happily.

"Feel better Lars. Don't hesitate to call if you need me for anything." Darius hugged Lars and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Right big bro!" Lars hugged Darius back and then laid back. "I'm sure dad can take care of me, right?"

"That's right little guy." James snuggled Lars a bit. "Thanks for coming over to see Lars you guys."

"Of course we'd be here to see you guys." Omar gave James a thumbs-up. "We're family, and family takes care of each other."

"Yeah...thanks guys...." Lars smiled widely as the two left.

"James, I'm locking the bottom lock." Darius rolled his eyes as he stepped out. "Try not to get robbed."

"I'll try my best Darius." James rolled his eyes at Darius as he left. "Heh, I like those two" James smiled warmly. "It's like I've got three kids or something."

"It's really nice to have them around..." Lars smiled widely. "It's not just us anymore..."

"No it's not son..." James wrapped his arms around Lars. "You want something to eat or are you fine right now?"

"Meh, I think I'll just head back to bed." Lars shook his head. "That cold medicine is starting to get to me..."

"Alright kid...Let me help you..." James carried Lars to the bedroom and set him down softly. "There we go..."

"Dad....seriously...thank you for being so nice to me." Lars blushed brightly. "I know I'm entirely too old to be pampered and cared for like this when I'm sick..."

"You're never too old." James sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand up and down Lars' cheek. "You're my son and my lover. I want you to be in top condition, so I'll give you my best when your sick..."

"Right...I'll do the same for you when you're sick dad...*Yawn* You won't even have to worry..." Lars started to nod off.

"Right Lars..." James held his hand to Lars' forehead. "Your fever's gone....I guess this was just a one day thing..."

"Maybe..." Lars was barely awake now. "I bet I'll feel back to normal tomorrow..."

"Yeah..." James smiled down at his son. "You warm enough?"

"I could be warmer..." Lars was half asleep by now.

"Well then..." James got out of his clothes and slipped into bed with Lars, holding him close. "Let me warm you up."

"Mmh....thanks..." Lars finally gave into the medicine's haze and fell asleep in his father's arms.

"It's no problem Lars..." James kissed Lars on the neck and held him tightly.

*   *   *

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