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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      War_Of_The_Worlds_(2005)
  Relationship:
      Ray_Ferrier/Robbie_Ferrier
  Character:
      Ray_Ferrier, Robbie_Ferrier
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Plot!_Plot!_What_is_Plot?!, Pre-Canon, Twisted_and
      Fluffy_Feelings, Dirty_Talk, Daddy_Kink, Resolved_Sexual_Tension,
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Biting, Gentle_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-17 Words: 2708
****** Starting Over ******
by A_M_Kelley
Summary
     Robbie always hated his father for obvious fundamental reasons but
     when Ray's like this... he can't help but love him.
Notes
     This is Pre-Canon (I guess) but it would be awfully compliant as an
     aftermath (wouldn't you agree?)
Robbie always hated his father for obvious fundamental reasons but when Ray's
like this... Holding him and being oh so gentle he can't help but love him.
Robbie can feel his heart melting in his chest as Ray, his father, kisses him
on the forehead like he's a child all over again and he is. He is a child,
Ray's child. This is all wrong.
He can feel Ray's hands cup his face with his fingertips at the base of his
skull, slightly tangling in the shaggy hair. It's too close, too quiet, too
intimate, and Robbie can't move as the lips on his forehead slowly retreat. He
can't remember closing his eyes but when they open Robbie can see Ray looking
back at him with a faint glimmer of something that shouldn't be there. Robbie
barely recognizes the man before him.
Ray just stands there for a long moment, watching Robbie trying to wrap his
head around the situation. He leans in, still holding Robbie's face, and
presses his lips against his son's in a tender kiss that takes both of their
breath away. Robbie is frozen on the spot with his hands clenched into fists,
squeezing his eyes tightly until the kiss is finally over. Robbie feels giddy.
He feels loved.
It shouldn't feel like this at all when Robbie visits Ray.
They should be at eachother's throats and exchanging snide remarks that poke at
the other's pride. Ray should be pretending to be the father that he never was
and mocking Tim's way of life, right down to his hoity toity attitude, but he's
not. Ray is shutting his bedroom door quietly so he doesn't wake Rachel in the
next room, turning around to see Robbie standing in the same place he left him.
Robbie wasn't moving, only blinking, as Ray walked the short distance from the
door to where he stood dumbfounded with a dry mouth and raised a hand to
Robbie's face. He didn't shy away as Ray touched his cheek softly, running a
thumb just underneath Robbie's right eye. Ray bit the inside of his bottom lip
as he stared at Robbie's slightly parted lips, wanting to steal another kiss
from them.
How did he get here? How had Robbie gotten into Ray's room and why was he
letting this happen? He should say something, should move, but he can't. Robbie
doesn't want to, not even as Ray kisses him again. Still the same gentleness as
before but somehow different and more passionate. Ray's going slow and Robbie
knows it, trying to see when Robbie will push his father away and Ray is a
little surprised when he doesn't.
Robbie's still stiff but he isn't refusing anything Ray's throwing at him which
in turn spurs the old man to venture on. Feeling brave he slips his tongue out
to run across Robbie's top lip, silently requesting entry into the boy's mouth.
Robbie's breath catches and he opens up almost instantly to the gentle push of
want and need. Robbie makes a tiny almost non-existent noise as Ray's tongue
smooths over his in a soft caress.
He can't believe that this is happening and for a moment it's not, just merely
a dream he doesn't want to wake up from. Ray has his hands on Robbie's chest
and he's slowly pushing him towards the bed, making his son's knees buckle as
he hits the side of the mattress. Robbie's step falters and he plops down onto
the bed, bouncing slightly until the mattress finally settled under the weight
shift.
Robbie was panting and staring up at his father who seemed even bigger than him
although he was a few inches taller. He felt small and held under Ray's
scrutiny only made his heart thump louder, working overtime to pump blood to
the rest of his body. But as Ray took off his shirt Robbie's blood only seemed
interested in going to one place. He licked his lips and Ray was kicking off
his shoes and the click of a belt was very distinct.
Robbie watched Ray pull the belt out of the loops and discard it carelessly on
the ground with a small clank. He wondered why Ray hadn't said anything yet and
he supposed there was nothing to be said but then there was all the things that
were still left unsaid. He felt like he should say something, anything.
Ray's fly is hanging open, his pants not fully discarded yet, and he's stepping
closer to Robbie. Robbie is backing up on his elbows as Ray climbs onto the
bed, looming over him and stretching his body along his son's. There's a moment
of hesitation on Ray's part and Robbie held his breath, waiting for Ray to do
what he was going to do.
"Dad," Robbie whispered, almost too quiet for Ray to hear. His chest was moving
shallowly up and down as his father went to unzip his hoody. "Please."
Something sparked in Ray's eyes and he didn't know what excited him more, the
word "dad" or "please". The fact that Robbie said please left Ray reeling with
curiosity, wondering why Robbie was begging and what he was begging for. Was he
even technically begging?
"Please," he said again, a little more out of breath this time and he arched
his body into Ray's like a cat. "Just do it already."
Robbie was getting impatient because he knew what was going to happen, he knew
what this was all about. It all made sense now. The tension between them wasn't
spite or resentment, it was intimate and sexual. It had always been that way
between them, Robbie realized. Nothing different, nothing new. Same as it ever
was.
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Ray asked quietly as he stuck his hands
underneath Robbie's shirt to run them up the warm skin of his stomach. It made
the younger man shiver.
"I know what it looks like," Robbie breathed, closing his eyes once more at the
sensation of warm hands on his skin, caressing and exploring. "What it feels
like."
Ray leaned down and claimed his son's lips a passionate kiss, making Robbie
moan at the contact. While Ray distracted Robbie with his tongue he popped open
the bottom on his son's pants and tugged them down his thighs, only breaking
away when he needed to pull them completely off. He grabbed Robbie's right leg
by the back of his knee and pulled the pant leg off and did the same to the
other.
Robbie sat up and shrugged his hoody off of his shoulders, pulling his shirt
over his head afterwards until he was only in his underwear. He noticed Ray
still had his pants on and he reached his hands out to yank them off but froze
before he could grip the waistband. For some reason he felt embarrassed, like
he was imposing.
"May I?" Robbie asked shyly as he nodded his head towards Ray's pants. "Please,
dad?"
There were those words again...
"Are you asking me?" Ray inquired, settling his body to Robbie's so they were
flush against eachother.
"Would you prefer it if I was begging?" Robbie sat up, making Ray settle back
on his haunches, and pressed close to his father, taking on a more lustful tone
than before. Like he was trying to seduce him or please him. "I can beg. I can
do anything you want me to." Robbie's legs were spread open and there was an
obvious tent in his underwear. "Would that get you off?"
"I think it would get you off more than it would for me," Ray remarked as he
gripped Robbie's clothed cock, making the young man gasp.
"Then what gets you off?" Robbie asked on a sharp inhale of breath as Ray began
to stroke him through his boxers. "I mean, besides minors that happen to be
related to you," he huffed with a shortly lived smirk. On an upstroke he felt
precome leak out of his tip and through the lust filled haze he got a wicked
idea "Oh, I know what turns you on."
Robbie wrapped his arms around Ray's neck and began to moan and pant against
his neck, making sure his mouth was near his ear. He licked along the side of
Ray's jaw just below his earlobe and ran his tongue over the shell, nipping at
it lightly to hear groans being pushed out of his father as if he were really
getting punched in the stomach.
"Please fuck me," Robbie pleaded, making the front of his boxers even more wet.
"Daddy."
It was a dirty word to pull on his own father but it seemed to do the trick
because Ray's hand had stopped stroking him and his breath caught. That word
had been purred into Ray's ear so darkly and seductively that it almost sounded
like a whine coming from the younger man. The combination of the word "daddy"
and the hot breath ghosting over his ear and neck sent an electrical impulse
straight to Ray's cock.
"Daddy likes it when I beg now, doesn't he?" Robbie smirked triumphantly,
pulling back to see Ray's face and biting his lip in anticipation.
All of a sudden Ray is pushing Robbie down against the mattress and hopping off
the bed to strip himself of the rest if his clothes. Robbie is staring at the
ceiling until his father climbs back on top of him to obscure the veiw. Robbie
expects a million things to happen. He expects Ray to just have his way with
him and be fast and hard, but Ray doesn't do any of those things.
He simply leans down, in all his naked glory, and kisses Robbie so soft that it
hardly feels like it even happened at all. And then he's at Robbie's neck,
kissing and nipping just below his adam's apple, making the younger man squirm
impatiently against him. Robbie was more than willing and eager to give his
body to his father and Ray was taking things slow.
Robbie felt sort of relieved that Ray wasn't being rough but this was a side of
Ray he didn't think existed. Ray was being gentle and concentrating on making
Robbie feel good despite wanting to take him here and now. Ray's hands were
everywhere on his body as his mouth sucked bruising marks into Robbie's
collarbone. Robbie couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be taken so gently.
Their bodies are pressed so close together that their cocks are touching and
enthusiastic hips have managed to build up some friction between them. Robbie
is moaning softly behind tightly sealed lips as Ray's cock brushes against his
own, drawing them closer to eachother and indulging in another soft kiss. It
almost becomes too much when Robbie feels Ray's cock pulse on a little thrust.
Robbie bites Ray's bottom lip possessively, a little hard but not painful, and
lets his tongue seek out the hot mouth he knows is there. The kiss is a little
more rough this time but only because Robbie has gained some control over it
and he swirls his tongue deeply, trying to coax Ray to be just a little
forceful and pushy like he really is. But Ray's not budging or relenting his
nice guy routine an inch and Robbie pauses for a moment between the kiss.
This whole time Ray has been kind and Robbie has been trying to give his father
an extra push, trying to provoke him like he always does. Robbie realized then
that this WAS Ray. He wasn't putting on or teasing, he was being himself. Ray
was being gentle with Robbie because in all honesty he loved his son. A little
more than what would be politically correct, but he cared about him
nonetheless.
"I want to make love to you," Ray whispered into Robbie's ear. It almost
sounded like a request because Ray was sort of asking for permission even
though he was already given it. "Is it alright if daddy does that?"
"God, yes!" Robbie whimpered a little loudly.
"Shhh..." Ray murmured sweetly against Robbie's lips. "You don't want to wake
up Rachel, do you?"
Without more to be said, Ray rose up on his hands braced at the sides of
Robbie's head and stuck two fingers into his son's mouth, making him suck to
get them wet. Robbie moaned around them suggestively rolled his hips into Ray's
shamelessly, wanting to be touched again. After Ray was done lightly thrusting
his fingers in and out of Robbie's mouth he pulled them away placing them at
Robbie's entrance instead.
It all happened so fast that Robbie's head was spinning by the time Ray had
buried his fingers inside him to press against that bundle of nerves. His mouth
was open and his eyes were wide as his prostate was stroked repetitiously by
his father's fingers. Robbie needed to moan, to scream, but he couldn't make a
sound to tell Ray just how good it felt.
Ray was twisting and thrusting his fingers slowly inside of Robbie, making sure
he was opening up to adjust right. But even Ray could only take so much. He
watched Robbie's face the entire time, gauging his reaction to the stimulate
and wishing he could hear all the lovely sounds Robbie could be making right
now. After awhile Ray finally retreated his hand and began to stroke his own
cock to spread the precome around, making it slick.
Ray was up on his knees between Robbie's wide spread thighs just looking down
to take in the disheveled look of his son. All mussed hair and flushed skin
just for him. This wasn't right but it had been a long time coming. They both
knew it was inevitable and to deny their attraction to one another would be a
lie.
"We both want this," Ray reassured out loud, not exactly meaning to but Robbie
agreed anyway.
With a breath that Ray couldn't remember holding, he pushed into his son as
gently as possible and groaned into another kiss to muffle both of their
sounds. Robbie stayed still and relaxed his body so he wouldn't be in pain but
even if he was tense, Ray would've made it bearable either way. It made his
heart ache as his father pushed every inch inside him, waiting for Robbie to
give to go ahead.
After a few playful pecks Ray pulls out of Robbie only to push back in just as
slow as before, drawing out the pleasure and letting Robbie get used to it.
Robbie has his legs in the air, holding themselves up all on their own until
finding a perfect spot wrapped securely around Ray's waist. Robbie feels more
open when he does this and the angle is too good to be true as Ray's cock bumps
against his prostate on every instroke.
Robbie finds himself moving with Ray and letting tiny moans escape his throat
when a steady rhythm has been established. He can't believe how close he feels
already and it's almost embarrassing because his father seems as though he
could last for hours. But when Robbie's tight ring of muscle clenches around
Ray's cock he can feel the older man pulsing and getting harder.
He's seeing stars by the time he's on the edge and Ray's hips have only picked
up the pace just a little faster. Ray is bent over Robbie's body and his head
is buried in the junction where shoulder meets neck, groaning under his breath
as his heart quickens with the rush of orgasm coming upon him. Robbie feels it
coming too and soon they'll both know what they mean to eachother.
In a far off place Robbie is thinking about what's happening between them. A
part of him is ashamed but when his father is stroking his hair and thrusting
slowly into his body he can't help but feel loved. Ray may not say "I love you"
very often but this is how Robbie knows just how much Ray cares and he wishes
he can take back all the fights and arguments. But Robbie knows he can't.
The only thing they can do is start over.
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