Only Me

Okay, Sorry there isn't much heat in the first chapter, I just wanted to introduce the characters and let you guys get a feel for the story =) Yes, there will be sex in later chapters calm down but remember this is a story so there will be plot!
Enjoy and leave comments to keep me goin'!
Oh and sorry if there is some spelling mistakes =/ I don't have spell check anymore sadly ;__;


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Ethan stared out the window of his dimly lit room. His emotionless face didn't waver as the wind blew against his golden locks. The light green pair of eyes looked left then right, still no sign of the father that promised to be home.
Ethan's father had gone off on anouther week long buisness trip. Everytime his father left, Ethan was left home alone being as his mother had passed away back when he was 10. He had promised his son he'd be home in time for dinner. The blonde boy had spent hours making a good meal for his father, since they hadn't eaten together in over a month. Ethan didn't care to much though, he was used to doing things for his father that meant nothing in the long run.

After a couple of more moments of silence Ethan moved over to his lamp shutting it off and flopping himself on his bed. His sheets smelled musky but then again everything felt dirty to him lately. Ethan slowly shut his eyes and fell into darkness.

Michale Jeweet stepped into his dark house and flipped the light switch that lay by the front door. "Ethan?" His voice called. The Alec Baldwin looking man set his bags next to the steps and looked up them. He didn't want to disturb his sleeping child but at the same time he only wished to see the younge, tanned face. He climbed up the stairs and made his way to his childs door. "Ethan?" Michale knocked lightly. When no answer came he invited himself inside and saw Ethan flat out on the bed. He smiled warmly and sat next to the teenager rubbing his back. Ethan's eyes snapped open and turned to look at Mr. Jeweet.
"Welcome home..." The boy bitterly said.
Michale leaned down, taking Ethan's chin into his hand and stole a kiss. "I thought you said you were making me dinner?"
Ethan pulled away, leaning up against the bed post. "I did, but the neighbors dog seemed more deserving of a good meal." Michale blinked silently for a moment.
"The neighbors don't have a dog..."
"Well I guess the grass got a good meal instead." Ethan glared at his father. "You promised you'd be home."
"I'm sorry I-"
"I skipped soccer practice to fucking make that for you!"
"Ethan, please don't swear."
Ethan tryed to hold back his anger but it appered to have a mind of it's own. "And why don't you stop making promises you can't fucking keep!?" Ethan got off the bed walking over to his desk switching the light on. "Where were you?"
"The flight was late..."
Michale's son grabbed the old soccer trophie he had won back two years ago and whipped it at the wall. Paint chipped off and a large white dot stood out from the green wall. "Liar!" he screamed, his fists shaking. Michale stared at the floor to disappointed in himself to look at his son. He had hoped Ethan would never find out about his little late night hoobies but then he had to remember word gets around fast. Especially when your a buisness man like himself. "Remember my friend Owen? His friends go to the strip club, and when they were there they told Owen they saw a man that looked a lot like someone I would know. A lot like my goddamn father!"
Michale stood up and tried to calm his son, "Ethan, I know I've done a bad thing and I'm sorry. I can't help it, it's just... It's the... The way I am."
Ethan couldn't stand the words that came out of his father's mouth. "Doesn't mom mean anything to you? She dies and you repay her by watching some cheap fuck dance on a pole?! Doesn't our familys reputation mean anything to you?" Ethan paused for a moment shaking his head, staring straight at his father. "Don't I mean anything to you?"
Michale froze and looked into his son's eyes. The only thing he could see was pain. He walked to his son pulling him into a tight embrace, holding the back of the boys head in his hand. "I am so sorry Ethan... You mean everything in the world to me. I'm so sorry."
Ethan stood still for a moment but after contimplating his fathers words he wrapped his arms around the man's torso. "Don't ditch me again."

Ethan awoke the next morning in his fathers room. He glanced to his left, his father was still fast asleep. Ethan leaned up and yawned looking out the window. The sun was just rising and it was a tad chili in the room. He swung his legs over the bed and moved to the bathroom turning the water on hot. After checking the water he stepped in and let the warm water run down every muscle in his body. After washing his hair, he stood simply enjoying the water. He didn't even hear the sound of the door opening and his father stepping in the shower behind him. Muscled arms wrapping around his lower torso and his father rested his head on Ethan's shoulder.
"You smell good." Michale mummbled, still tierd from the long night. Ethan smiled and set a hand on his father's.
"I try," Ethan rubbed his Michale's hand and leaned back against his father. His breath hitched as the older man began to gently suckle on the boys soft skin. "D-Dad... Not now."
"But I can't stop. You are so inviting like this." Michale moved his hand lower, taking Ethan's slowly growing member in his palm. Ethan bit down on his lip trying not to show his father how badly he wanted him also. He had never enjoyed the idea of being an easy, innoccent and weak lover. His life and personality wasn't some corny and unrealistic gay porno girls swooned over. If he was going to be taken over, at least he would go down with pride.
Michale licked lightly on his son's skin and his unoccupied hand ran up and down Ethan's side. Ethan let out a small moan and pressed a hand on the wall infront of him.
"Ethan, do you love me?"
The boy stared at the floor. He hated when his father would ask him this. Because in all honesty...
He wasn't sure.
"I love you." He said uncertainly.