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Silas

It was late and though Silas was tired from juggling the workload piled a mountain high, it didn’t stop his body reacting when Ziggy strolled in with a glint in his eyes that instantly had Silas’s body responding.

He leaned back in his seat, watching Ziggy lock the door, then tug off the jumper he wore instead of a shirt. It dropped to the floor and Silas pressed a hand against his fly to stem the ache at the sight of the green silk beneath.

Ziggy toed off his shoes, undid his fly and wriggled out of his slacks. They landed… somewhere. Silas was too busy to notice where, trying not to choke on his tongue at what turned out to be an all in one bodysuit. It cut high on Ziggy’s hips and barely concealed the cock beneath the silk.

All thoughts in Silas’s head fled the second Ziggy pointed to the carpeted floor by his feet. “I need you here.”

Up and off the seat before Ziggy had finished speaking, Silas knelt in front of him, not caring that the suit he wore was cashmere and cost a fortune.

His heart raced at all the possibilities as fingers curled around his chin and guided him to the silk-clad shaft leaking pre-cum, leaving a sizable patch on the darkening silk.

The fingers moved up the side of his cheek, stroking, encouraging, before he gripped the base of Silas’s neck.

“Put your hands behind your back and use your mouth to free my cock,” he murmured softly, but the command was unmistakable.

Silas wordlessly nuzzled into the wet silk.

He inhaled the musky arousal then pushed his nose under the silk.

Ziggy’s potent aroma was like a drug to Silas, one he couldn’t get enough of.

He managed to move the silk after several attempts.

The thick, veiny cock curved towards Ziggy’s rounded belly and Silas moaned when Ziggy’s grip tightened, stopping him from following his instinct to suck the cock into his mouth.

“Did you know my balls are really sensitive? Hmmm? Let’s see if you can make me come by licking and sucking them," he asked in a husky tone, widening his legs and moving Silas’s head lower.

It was awkward with the height difference, despite him being on his knees, but Silas couldn’t give a rat’s ass.

He parted his lips and his tongue laved at the ball sac when Ziggy rocked closer.

The waxed skin was as smooth as the silk thong that was tucked between Ziggy’s ass cheeks.

He had to resist sneaking his tongue lower to trace its path.

“Suck my balls, darlin’. Get them nice and wet.”

Silas groaned, his body quivering at the weight of the balls as he sucked them into the cavern of his mouth. The taste of Ziggy’s body wash and muskiness made him desperate as his tongue snaked around the flesh, rolling them.

His arousal throbbed painfully in the confines of his slacks as he worked his tongue around the sac repeatedly, Ziggy groaning his appreciation for his efforts.

Spit dribbled out of the corners of his mouth, over his chin and down the front of his shirt as his nose pressed into Ziggy’s groin, making it harder to breathe. He didn’t stop.

The lewd slurping noises increased as Ziggy held him in place and thrust. He sucked and slurped for all he was worth when Ziggy heaped praise on him.

When his scent increased and the cock his nose rubbed against pulsed, everything got hazy with the high that came from the lack of oxygen, Ziggy’s smell and how good it felt to please him.

“So good darlin’,” Ziggy moaned, pre-cum smeared down Silas’s skin. “That tongue is so clever. So good. You deserve the reward I’m going to give you. You’re gonna let me come all over your face, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Silas gagged and moaned in agreement. He’d do anything, because he knew the minute the cum hit his face he’d lose control. He couldn’t fucking wait.

“Is that you Silas?”

Standing in the dimly lit hallway, having locked the front door and re-set the alarm quietly—or so he’d thought—Silas froze.

“It is. I was just locking up,” he murmured, knowing Dad would hear him, not turning because he wasn’t a hundred percent certain that he didn’t have cum in his hair or flakes on his face.

Ziggy had licked him clean and he hadn’t gone to check himself out before leaving work.

He’d wanted a little longer to feel—to smell—Ziggy on him.

“You’re very late. Problem at work?”

He didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know Dad was right behind him.

Suddenly, Silas felt like a teenager getting caught after having had a few beers too many, trying to act sober.

He couldn’t continue to stand as he was, so he slipped off his suit jacket, sniffing at himself to see how obvious it was he’d had sex, before tucking it under his arm.

Then he ran a hand through his hair. Finding nothing, he answered, “Just a lot to juggle.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Concern left Silas conflicted. Seeing no way out, he turned, shaking his head. “It’s late. I’m sure Popi is waiting for you.” He didn’t meet Dad’s gaze, feeling awkward like he’d never felt before.

Dad stood a couple of feet away, wearing an expression that made Silas’s stomach twist uncomfortably. “Why do I feel you are trying to fob me off? What am I missing here? Clearly something by the way you are acting.” He took a step closer.

Rubbing at the back of his head, Silas resisted taking a step back when Dad’s nose twitched, and his eyes narrowed.

Silas looked away first. “There is—” Dad held up his hand and Silas’s lips snapped closed on the lie he was about to tell.

“Silas, when have you ever felt the need to lie to me?”

He groaned under his breath. “Dad…” he sighed and confessed, “I was at work… with someone.” Did he need to spell it out?

“With someone?” He arched a silver brow, the twinkle in his eye suggesting he understood but wasn’t letting it go.

“Dadddd,” Silas groaned, too tired for these games.

Dad hooked a hand around his elbow. “Come on, let's have a beer and you can tell me all about the omega that is keeping you late at work.”

“It’s nothing,” he persisted, even as he was guided into the kitchen. He dropped his jacket onto a seat and used it as an excuse to put some distance between him and Dad when he couldn’t find a real excuse to leave.

Two bottles of beer laid on the counter, Dad grabbed a bag of chips and opened them, placing them next to the beers.

Silas refused to sigh and took the seat furthest away from Dad.

He grabbed a bottle, unscrewed the lid and sipped at the beer, tasting the hops and removing the lingering salty taste of Ziggy.

Dad nursed his bottle and held Silas’s gaze.

“There’s nothing to say, Dad.” Silas shifted uncomfortably on the chair when Dad continued to stare.

“Alright,” he groaned, slumping on his seat. He swigged from the bottle, resigning himself to saying something when Dad used the silence as a weapon, one he knew Silas would need to break. “It’s just sex. Simple as that.”

“When it comes to you, Silas, there is nothing simple about sex.”

Beer bubbled out of the bottle with how fast it hit the counter. “What is happening with… the omega is just about sex, nothing more. I don’t know what you mean by sex not being simple,” he exclaimed, unnerved by how his hand trembled from such an observation.

“You’re not Jupiter, Rue, or Kodi for that matter. Sex for you has always come with complications.” Dad spoke like he was gentling a skittish horse.

Silas’s fingertips traced the path of the foam dribbling down the bottle, but his gaze never shifted from the man who thankfully didn’t display any pity.

“I’m not sure I understand,” he murmured, finding it hard to get the words out when the clenching inside him suggested they were headed in a direction Silas did not want to go.

“You’re careful with sharing who you are, protecting your heart. You have done so since the day those boys attacked you.” He reached over and laid a hand on Silas’s, halting his fingers. “That boy stole something that day. Something I couldn’t give you back.”

“And what was that?” he choked out, feeling the room closing in on him.

“Trust. You trusted that boy, gave him your young heart, and he trampled all over it with his betrayal.”

Silas couldn’t quite catch his breath as he exhaled on a shudder.

Even Booker didn’t know how Silas had allowed himself to be lured into a trap.

He’d told no one of Jason’s betrayal. He was Silas’s first boyfriend.

A boy he’d shared his first kiss with. One that made his heart tremble with that first blush of youthful love.

Such a sweet moment, one that he often reminded himself was fake.

His body bore the scars of the attack Jason had set up.

The slurs stung, and the fists and kicks were nothing compared to the pain of betrayal.

It ripped open his heart, leaving him wanting to die in that alleyway from the reality of that first relationship.

“How… how did you know?” he finally managed to rasp.

The squeeze he received made him look up from the counter where his gaze had fallen. “When I had the boys investigated.”

“You what?” Silas blinked rapidly. Had he known this?

They had pressed charges, but because Silas was divergent, Taylin jumping in and Booker having kicked ass, they had made it look like Silas had set up the boys.

None of the boys had returned to the same school and Silas hadn’t thought about why, just glad they weren’t there.

That he could suffer a broken heart without witnesses.

Now he could see, and it made sense Dad had played a part in that.

“Do you think I wouldn’t look at how they managed to trap you so easily? Jason set you up because you trusted him. Loved him. And ever since, you have guarded your heart. Don’t let that fucker steal the possibility of you finding someone to love.”

“Dad, no—”

The hand holding his squeezed a little harder.

“No, Silas, you deserve love, the same as everyone. You were na?ve, and he took advantage of that. Not all men are like him. Many have honor. All you need to do is look at popi. Whoever this omega is you are having sex with, he makes you smile the way your popi makes me smile, Silas.”

He was about to deny it when Dad shook his head. “He does, I can see it, so give me some credit. All I’m saying is, don’t shut yourself off to the possibility of more.” He rose before Silas could decide how to respond.

He sat for a long time, staring at the mess on the counter his beer had left. It was too much of a shock to realize that Dad had knowledge of things Silas thought only he knew. Eventually, he stood like that of an old man weighed down by the past.

He trudged up to his bedroom, his gaze going to his parents' door.

Could he put himself out there? Moreover, did he want to?