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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Kevin_Keller/Sheriff_Tom_Keller, FP_Jones_II/Kevin_Keller
  Character:
      Sheriff_Tom_Keller, Kevin_Keller, FP_Jones_II
  Additional Tags:
      Incestuous_feelings
  Series:
      Part 2 of Blame_Veronica
  Collections:
      Riverdale_Kinkmeme
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-16 Words: 2465
****** Blame Veronica (Part 2) ******
by kit_middleton
Summary
     Tom Keller discovers his son has stolen his credit card information
     and used it to subscribe to a gay porn website. Parental concern over
     what Kevin may be exposed to (non-con, child pornography) turns into
     voyeuristic interest when Tom investigates.
     Or: Tom Keller discovers gay porn.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
There was a time when Tom Keller paid very little attention to his credit card
bills. Even now, with the financial worry caused by the looming threat of
losing his comfortable-paying job because of the frankly weird upsurge of crime
in Riverdale and the growing estrangement from his wife of twenty years
suggesting that divorce might not be far into his future, Tom barely reads his
bank statements. He does, however, pay enough attention to notice when a charge
from an online vendor he doesn’t recognize pops up and investigates it. As
investigations go, it’s short and, unlike his work in recent weeks, successful.
He types the name of the vendor into Google and when the results pop up, the
top one showing the description of a gay porn subscription website, he quickly
identifies the culprit as Kevin.
Tom rubs his face, wonders when exactly his responsible, well-behaved son
turned into a sex-crazed -
No. He stops himself. That thought is unfair and he knows it. Kevin’s merely a
teenager, he remembers what it was like at that age (barely). Everything makes
you think of sex, all the time. Except when Tom was a teenager, there were
girls he could take out, make out with, try to convince to go a little bit
further… Not his proudest moments. But for Kevin, by his own admission the only
gay kid at his school, there is no such safe way to let off steam, ease the
pressure. Not that Tom can really judge him, with his barely-concluded affair
with Sierra McCoy still weighing on his mind.
Tom goes to work, tries not to think of the credit card bill, but by mid-
morning he’s checking out the website on his laptop behind his locked office
door. He can’t see much without logging on and he doesn’t have the log-in
information despite the fact that he’s effectively paying for a subscription.
He clicks on a few descriptions and watches the trailer for one or two of the
films. It’s pretty standard fare for porn, a lot of “thick cock” and “tight
hole” and “yeah, take that”, very bad dialogue with questionably consensual
openings (“what are you doing?” “I know you want it” “come on, you want this
cock or not?”) that turn into enthusiastic grunting and unrealistically long
montages of a myriad of positions. All the actors look clearly adult and they
all appear to use condoms for anal sex, if not oral. God knows it’s a great
deal better than whatever Kevin was doing in Fox Forest (and a few of the
things he sees on the website give Tom an unpleasant glimpse of what that may
have been: his son forced to his knees while an older guy fucks his throat,
when it’s not two guys holding him between them, fucking his mouth and ass at
the same time). Still, worry gnaws at him, along with an unhealthy dose of
curiosity.
When the station empties for lunch, Tom pops by Ethan’s office, a cupboard in
the basement filled with all manner of eviscerated electronic equipment and a
powerful computer connected to three screens. It’s like a parody of an IT
specialist’s office, or a mad genius’ lair, just like Tom’s own office (with
it’s rotary phone and lack of desktop computer) is the parody of a sheriff’s
office from the 50s. Ethan is having lunch at his desk, one hand typing idly on
his keyboard.
“What can I do for you, sheriff?” He asks genially.
“I need a favour.” Tom begins. “It’s not work-related.”
“Spit it out, man.”
So Tom does. He explains how his son lifted his credit card information,
subscribed to this porn website and Tom wants to get the log-in information in
order to monitor Kevin’s online activity. By the time he gets home that night,
an email from Ethan containing Kevin’s user name and password is sitting in his
in-box. He goes through the motions of his evening routine, but everything
feels a bit off. Dinner with Kevin is silent and tense, it’s possible Kevin saw
the credit card bill in the morning’s mail and expects to get busted for using
his credit card without permission (and for porn, to boot), but true to his
pre-Fox Forest revelation self Tom chooses not to talk about the uncomfortable
stuff. His workout is unsatisfying, like a chore he has to get out of the way,
his post work-out shower cut short because he’s anxious to ignore the fact that
his cock is half-hard and probably has been since he understood after coming
home from work that he’d spend most of the evening exploring his gay son’s porn
preferences. Even worse is the notion that he can’t explain to himself why it
would be necessary for him to know the details after he’d already established
that no kids and no outright non-consensual stuff were involved.
Still, after Kevin goes up to his room to do his homework or whatever (*watch
porn*, Tom’s mind provides helpfully), Tom locks his home office door from the
inside, makes sure all the blinds are drawn and the curtains closed, and sits
in from of the computer. He types the site’s name in the browser and enters the
user name and password provided by Ethan when prompted, hoping this particular
site doesn’t prevent log in from multiple computers at the same time. He
doesn’t want confirmation of what Kevin is doing, and he certainly doesn’t want
his son wondering why he suddenly can’t access the site. As expected, there’s a
section on the main page, below the bar showing the most popular videos, where
the user’s recently watched videos are listed. The date on which each video was
watched is given, with the most recently watched at the top. He’s somewhat
relieved that there is usually only one video per date, with none on multiple
days and only a few days on which two or three videos were watched. The latter
seem to match up with the nights Tom spent on the nightshift at work, or with
Sierra, pretending to be working the night shift. He’s glad Kevin isn’t
spending hours every night watching online porn (he studiously ignores the
possibility that he may be watching on a different, free websites), but the way
the list is set up gives him a dilemma: if the latest video watched shows up at
the top, with the date, if Tom watches even part of a video it will jump to the
front of the list, making it fairly obvious to Kevin that someone else has been
using his account.
The best way to cover his tracks is to watch the latest video streamed on the
account so the date will more or less match up, and hope Kevin doesn’t notice.
For the other films, the trailer will give him the basic information. It’s not
like Tom actually has any interest in watching gay porn, this is all to make
sure his son is safe, right? Even in his own mind, that sounds less than
convincing. He scrolls through the list, mentally taking note of keywords,
actors, basic scenarios. The list goes back two weeks, so Kevin would have
subscribed around the time of the Black Hood’s “test”, roughly when his own
affair with Sierra was at its height. The early videos are in a gym setting,
not really surprising seeing as how Kevin’s interest in fitness and bulking up
seemed to coincide pretty closely with his coming out to his parents, so he may
associate the gym with his sexual awakening. One of those is more disturbing to
Tom, as it seems (from the trailer) to take place in a school locker room: the
coach walks in on a young man masturbating and somehow the youth ends up
sucking the coach’s cock and being fucked in various positions balanced on the
bench (at one point he nearly stands on his head, which looks terribly
uncomfortable but he seem to enjoy it).
The more recent video was streamed the previous day and ominously has the
acronym DILF in the title. Tom does a quick mental scan of the dads he know
(more importantly, that his son knows) and is hardly reassured by the result.
None of the fathers of Kevin’s group of friends is obviously repulsive. They
are all fairly fit, have most of their hair and aren’t much older than the man
in the video appears to be. He’s even prepared to admit that Hiram Lodge and
even FP Jones are good-looking, perhaps even objectively hot, if you’re young,
horny and gay. He plays the video, careful to plug in headphones in case it
gets loud, fully intending to just fast-forward through to get an idea of the
kind of stuff that his son is assimilating. He knows how skewed kids’
perception of sex can become when they base their knowledge and opinions on
porn. Fox Forest is a good enough indicator of that particular danger for his
son.
The film begins with a young man (he’s probably supposed to be in his late
teens, possibly just turned eighteen) trying to convince his girlfriend to have
sex with him. He’s being kind of whiny and too insistent in the face of the
girl’s refusal when an older man walks in. In authoritative, if wholly
artificial dialogue, he explains to the young man that his daughter has clearly
refused his advances and he will teach him a lesson. The girl leaves and the
“lesson” that follows goes against whatever message the man seemed to be trying
to impart about respecting a person’s limits and taking no for an answer.
Despite the boy’s early misgivings, it takes an unreasonably short amount of
time for the boy to be on his knees, enthusiastically sucking on the older
man’s cock, pausing occasionally to lick at the length and head.
The titular dad grabs hold of the boyfriend’s hair and thrusts into his mouth,
causing his to choke a little as the head hits the back of his throat. Tom
groans, torn between sympathizing with the boy and imagining the feel of his
throat spasming around his own erection. He palms himself through his pants,
trying not to let his imagination pull his mind to his son’s activities with
the perverts in Fox Forest. After a warning and a few shallower thrusts, the
dad climaxes, pulling his cock out of the boy’s mouth and splattering his face
and tongue with cum.
Tom watches the video to the very end, through the athletic fucking that
follows a drawn-out rimming session, torn between arousal, guilt and a certain
amount of horror. His own arousal he can almost excuse, after all the so-called
boy in the video is clearly adult and seems to be enjoying the encounter
immensely, but the obtrusive thought that Kevin watched the same material,
probably masturbated to it, creates a disturbingly sexual link with his son
that makes Tom very uncomfortable. He tries to comfort himself with the
knowledge that he himself refrained from jerking off while watching, but the
insistent almost-painful pressure in his balls indicates that that has merely
been postponed, not avoided. The horror is merely the confirmation of the fear
he has felt since Kevin came out to him nearly two years ago: that men could
use his little boy sexually, without care or respect, as if he were little more
than a disposable toy. The new horror is the realization that perhaps Kevin -
his good son, straight-A student, who blushes at the slightest reference to sex
(“we both know what happens in those woods”) - might enjoy that kind of
treatment.
That night, Tom has an oddly limpid dream, one in which his senses feel
heightened even though he can’t recall ever having had the use of his senses in
dreams before. He’s in the sheriff’s station, just outside the door that leads
to the holding cells. He hears whimpers, which the infallible logic of dreams
informs him are made by Kevin. He opens the door just as the soft whimpers turn
into outright moans. His stomach, clenched in fear before, turns liquid, too
warm and heavy with the certainty that those moans are caused by pleasure, not
distress. Mind straining against the inexorable forward momentum of his own
feet, he rounds the corner and the cells become visible. Kevin is kneeling on
the cot, his head resting on his forearms, his hands clenched around fistfuls
of bedsheets, his face obscured. He’s wearing a t-shirt, one of those he wears
to go running (*to go to Fox Forest*, a dark voice inside Tom’s mind corrects
him), but appears naked from the waist down. Standing behind him, his own head
bent over Kevin’s body, is the unmistakable shape of FP Jones, fully clothed in
his usual jeans, flannel shirt and Southside Serpents leather jacket. FP’s face
is pressed against Kevin’s bare ass, his hands pushing Kevin’s cheeks apart.
In the dream, Tom is both himself and FP, he can see and feel the firm,
perfectly white flesh under FP’s hands and his own rage at witnessing the
intimate contact. He flexes his hands and FP’s rough hands shift, further
exposing the puckered pink of Kevin’s asshole. When FP bends his head, Tom can
taste the sweat, feel the sweep of his own tongue against the rough hair and
unyielding ring of muscle. The sound of Kevin’s moan twists his stomach with
disgust (*No, Tom. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Never disgust, not for your boy.*
The dark voice intrudes.) and he feels his son shudder against FP’s hands and
tongue. FP’s eyes meet Tom’s over Kevin’s body, a knowing smirk on his face.
Tom squeezes his hands, flaking the paint of the cell bars around which they
are wrapped, wishing he were squeezing FP’s throat instead. FP chuckles darkly
and increases the speed of his licks and the pressure he exerts against Kevin’s
hole, poking the tip of his tongue inside. The boy moans and stretches his
throat, giving Tom a torturous glimpse of his face, twisted in pleasure. Kevin
opens his eyes and looks straight at him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from
whatever that scum FP did to him before this. Their eyes are still locked
together when Tom feels FP’s fingertip, as if it were his own, push inside
Kevin, the heat and pressure -
Tom wakes with a start, disorientated, the bedsheets restraining him like a
straightjacket, cock painfully hard again. He twists and turns, manages to
extirpate himself from his sweat-soaked sheets. He buries his face in his
pillow to muffle the anguished sounds that feel ripped from his throat as he
brings himself off with a few rough strokes, the image of Kevin’s face from the
dream seared into the inside of his eyelids.
End Notes
     In this one, I got to enjoy fantasizing about both Martin Cummins and
     Skeet Ulrich, while writing incest by proxy. Because of course if you
     had to choose a proxy for your dirty sex fantasies in Riverdale, you
     would choose FP Jones!
     I have ideas for further chapters, but may not actually write them. I
     have trouble writing actual incest fic that could also be believable.
     Tom Keller is written as so stiff and honourable (despite the
     affair).
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