A Son's Desires, and a Step-Fathers Weakness [Sathenus & H-Honey][18+, Private]

[Sathenus]

 

 

 

 

Name: Blake

 

Age: 18

 

Personality: Caring and determined. Blake strives to be everything that his friends, teachers and especially his step-father expect from him. Working his best while ensuring to help others along the way. He's also outgoing, enjoying being the center of attention.

 

Small Bio: Blake attends a private school where he is very much involved in varying sports and clubs. Despite that, his grades don't falter. Being a straight "A" student and continuously striving to do better. He had been really little when his mother had remarried. His biological father had never actually been part of his life, or at least not in any parts of it that he can remember.

 

 

 

 

Blake sighed as he walked through the front doors of his home. Dropping his backpack by the door where a servant instantly grabbed it to take it upstairs to his room. Golden eyes instantly looked around for his step-father, knowing the other man was home somewhere. Still, it wasn't always easy to find him considering just how large the place was. Not without asking one of the servants where the older man was. At the thought he turned towards their butler who was already speaking. "Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes." Nodding Blake didn't really respond, instead he moved towards the stairs.

 

Things haven't always been this easy going for him. Before his mother had remarried things had been hard, she had been a single mother with no one to turn to when it came to him. A constant problem. Yet she had somehow managed to do well, up until she remarried. Though Blake very much loved the one and only father figure that had ever been present in his life, his mother had changed after the marriage. He had seen less of her, and when he had seen her she seemed to want nothing to do with him. What had started out as a happy marriage Blake had soon realized was ending rather terribly.

 

Looking back he could still remember the night she left them as clearly as if it had just happened. Remembering hearing the argument before his mother clearly exclaiming that she was leaving and not coming back. It had broken his heart, but he knew it had broken the older man's as well. Despite his mother walking out on them the other had kept him around. Had continued to care for him as if he truly was his own son. Something that Blake admired more and more about the older man. It took a truly special person to love and care for a child that was not theirs.

 

It had been a year ago that he had realized his feelings for his stepfather were more than they should be for a parent. It was no secret in the household that he was gay, having come out in his early teens to the one person he trusted more than anyone else. Since then Blake had dated, he had met great guys, but none of them were what he was looking for. Until recently he didn't understand what it was he truly wanted, but now he knew he had to try to figure out how to get it.

 

Deep in thought he made his way to his room to change out of his school uniform and get ready for dinner. If there was one thing he knew, it was not to be late for a meal unless you had a good reason. He doubted fantasizing about his step-father and trying to figure out ways to seduce him was a good reason to be late. Though the thought of using that as an excuse did make a small smirk cross his face. It had taken him a good six minutes to walk to his room, another seven to change and get cleaned up leaving him with only seven minutes to get to the dinning room. Hurrying out of his room he set off for dinner knowing that meals were the one time he was guaranteed to see the older man.

[h-honey]

 

Name: Dante Knight

Age: 42 years

Gender: Male

Occupation: Orthopedist

Hometown: Brooklyn, NY

Height: 6'4

Weight: 204 lbs

Body Type: Large and built, a naturally wide frame though incredibly fit and muscular, thanks to a healthy diet and regular exercise.

Hair: Brown so dark it almost appears black, cut short and pushed back in a conservative, professional haircut. Light stubble on his square jaw.

Eyes: A faded, medium toned green, appearing greyish in some lighting. His eyes are rather serious and intimidating looking, with soft wrinkles tapering off the edges.

Skin: Slightly tanned, a light olive color.

 

 

 

Dante had always been a rather jaded man. Even when he was a young med student with a very promising future, he had a hard time finding any reason to be truly happy. Something to live for, so to speak. That was, until he met the woman who would one day become his wife. She filled the dark, empty hole in Dante's heart, inspired him to work hard to climb the career ladder in order to take care of his family to the best of his ability. When they met, she was a young, single mother struggling to support her son -- he was determined to take care of her, to take care of both of them. It gave him a purpose, until she left.

 

He wasn't entirely sure where things went wrong, but the longer they were married, the more she seemed to change. Dante certainly had his own problems, but it seemed like the more he worked on himself, the worse his wife got. The love had long died out from their relationship, but Dante couldn't bring himself to divorce her. It wasn't for her -- the woman he once adored was now vile and intolerable, and he absolutely despised her presence. But for her son, the poor boy who grew up without a father. Blake needed someone to take care of him, and his mother simply wasn't capable of that.

 

They continued this bitter arrangement until one day, Dante's wife simply left. There was no contact, not even to her son. The woman just walked out, and was never heard from again. Though frustrating, there was an air of relief. She was no longer the person Dante married, and with her gone but Blake still here, he could give his stepson a decent life without dealing with that insufferable woman anymore. Despite his relief, he couldn't help but feel bad. It must have been a terrible feeling for Blake, to have his mother just abandon him with a man who had no actual obligation to provide for him, so he went out of his way to make sure his stepson knew that he genuinely cared for him, and this was always going to be his home. An event that would have typically rattled a family apart, only brought the two closer together.

 

Once enough time had passed, Dante began dating again, though he was incredibly skeptical and emotionless, and usually just had a string of one night stands. Some days he brought a woman home, other days he brought a man home, but he tried his hardest to keep it secret from Blake, not wanting his stepson to witness his promiscuity and general douchey behavior, and thus lose respect for him. He hated that he used and threw out people like this, but it was hard to stop.

 

Dante was currently in his study, looking over a patient's medical charts that he was forced to take home, when a maid likely knocked on the door. "Dinner is ready, sir," she announced, before hurrying off. The man sighed and stood up, frustrated but also a bit relieved that he could finally take a break from work. He had an incredibly busy, chaotic schedule, so he made it a rule that every night, they would stop everything to eat dinner together as a family. He didn't want Blake to go days without seeing him and ever get worried that perhaps he wasn't wanted anymore, but Dante didn't always have the time to spare, so this was currently the best he could do. He just hoped that now that Blake was older, he was more understanding of why Dante didn't always have time for him.

 

He entered the dining room shortly after Blake, placing a gentle, but firm and large hand on the young man's shoulder. "Hey Blake," he said with a tired smile, taking a seat at the table. "How was school?"

[Sathenus]

Blake's eyes moved up when he felt the hand on his shoulder a smile instantly brightening up his features. It was hard not to be happy around the older man. Since it wasn't like he could just bug his step-father whenever he wanted to, he always enjoyed the fact that no matter what they were both always present at dinner. It was the one and only meal he was guaranteed to see him. Even breakfast was up in the air, and since lunch was spent at school for him and usually working for his father figure it was no wonder dinner was the most important. The question of how school was made him shrug as he considered it for a moment. "The usual I suppose. Got the grades for my tests back, as if it was really any surprise. A couple of new people joined the school... which is really the only knew thing." Blake said thinking about it as he leaned back in his chair.

 

They year was still early, so it wasn't completely unusual for some new people to start. Though it was definitely not common either. The school normally never admitted anyone once the school year began, and definitely did not admit anyone after the two month mark. Luckily for the few new kids that had started they were just over the one month mark of the new year. Pushing those thoughts aside he turned back towards the older man, "Spoke with my counselor about college options." He added after a moment had passed. He was eighteen after all, this was his last year before he would be going off to college. A prospect that both excited and depressed him. Blake would much rather stay home, and do what he could to make things easier for the man who raised him.

 

But... that was the job of the many servants that lived on the property and handled much of the chores of the house. Still, Blake didn't like the prospect of leaving the safety of the one place he felt truly at home. Though he knew he could go to a local college and remain at home just commute to and from school. "I still can't decide what career route to take though." Blake added with a sigh looking down at the food before him. His mind was racing, both with his future, and with his attraction to his step-father. Like always the older man didn't seem to have any clue what was going through his step son's mind. Part of Blake thought it was best that way, the rest of him really wanted to push for the man to see him as more than his son.

 

His mind constantly rationalized his attraction telling him that since they weren't related by blood it was okay for him to have these feelings. It was all complicated in the end, but one thing was for sure, he wanted what he wanted and would stop at nothing until he got it. After all, it wasn't like Blake worked so hard at school for no reason. He wanted the older man to be proud of him, he wanted to be in a sense the man's center of attention. That of course was hard considering his step-father's job, but it was not impossible. With the older man's work on his mind he decided he should ask how his day had gone as well. "How was work?"

 

Taking a bite of his food he let out a soft sigh. It was always really good, but today he especially felt like they out did themselves. Suddenly, another thought struck him and he cleared his throat, "You... ah... had a guest over last night didn't you?" He questioned his voice taking on a slightly softer tone. This was something he never talked to the older man about, but he wasn't completely blind to his step-father bringing home woman, and occasionally even men.

[h-honey]

"I see," Dante said thoughtfully with a slight nod, taking a bite of his food. "Ahh, that reminds me... I want to make sure you know that I'm still going to support you after you graduate," he said, looking at Blake with serious, tired eyes. "So... don't get too stressed about the whole college thing. There's no rush." He smiled gently, looking down at Blake. Despite being a workaholic himself, Dante didn't want Blake to have the same kind of stress and anxiety in his life. He wanted him to have fun and be happy (and safe) above all else.

 

"Work was... work," he said with a slight, almost spiteful chuckle. He enjoyed his job, but he didn't enjoy all of his patients -- particularly the older ones with an attitude. He didn't speak much more about it, as it didn't feel like there was much to be said. Some patients went home to return to their daily lives, some took an unfortunate turn for the worst, and most were still waiting in their hospital bed. It was tedious and tiring, but usually ended up being rewarding as well.

 

His eyes widened just a bit when Blake brought up his 'guest' from last night. Dante had started talking to a new nurse at the hospital, a cute but plain young man in his mid-twenties, and eventually, one thing led to another. They went out for drinks, then ended up back at Dante's home -- in Dante's bed. Despite his best attempts at being secretive with his lovers, they were rarely ever quiet. The young nurse from last night had been particularly wild and loud, so he wouldn't have been surprised if they woke Blake up. "Mm... I did," Dante said, figuring it was best to just be honest with Blake. He certainly was not a child anymore, there was no point in lying to him. "I'm sorry, did you have trouble sleeping?"

[Sathenus]

A huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders when he heard what Dante had to say. It was great to know that he didn't have to worry about college or his future once he finished school. In fact, Blake felt himself relax instantly into his chair as if that was something he had rather desperately needed to hear. It meant he wouldn't have to rush into things and could truly figure out what he wanted to do with his life. "Thank you." Blake said as his eyes locked with the older man's. No one ever really made him feel as cared for than his step-father did. Even now, when he knew that the older man was so busy and stressed with his own work he still managed to make sure that Blake knew he was cared for. That he didn't have to struggle, or worry. It meant more to him that it probably should.

 

Nodding when they didn't go into anymore detail about the other's day at work. He truly wasn't surprised, it wasn't like it was something they sat down and actively discussed. In fact, when it came to it Blake preferred such short answers about the older man's work day. Still, he hoped that tomorrow would be better for him. At least one easy day would be nice, even if Blake blatantly knew that was not possible. Taking another bite of his food he didn't miss the reaction to his comment about the guest last night. Blake had neither missed the sounds coming from his step-father's room or even the guest in general. He had to admit, the young man that had been brought home was a good looking guy. But... it just made him wish that his step father would pay more attention to him.

 

That was something he struggled with the most. Trying to figure out how to bring more attention to himself versus other people. Especially considering he never really knew when his step-father was home or even where he was half the time. That didn't mean he didn't have a few ideas though. Drawn from his thoughts when he was asked if he had trouble sleeping his shook his. "No. I was up anyways." Blake replied, falling silent once more. "He... was cute though... didn't really take you for the person interested in someone quite so young." He knew that the guy had to be not to much older than himself. Maybe five or six years. That honestly just made Blake feel like he stood even more of a chance though. After all, he was over the legal age of consent, and eighteen wasn't that far off if his step-father seemed to already be going for guys in their twenties.

[h-honey]

Dante pursed his lips and furrowed his brow just slightly, trying to figure out where exactly to go from here. A part of him wanted to take the easy way out, to scold Blake for talking about his private life and leave it at that, but he respected his stepson too much. Even when Blake was a child, Dante always tried to be upfront and honest with him. He believed it was wrong to lie to your children in order to supposedly protect them, and always wanted Blake to feel like he could trust his stepfather. When he came out of the closet, Dante told him about his own sexuality. When Blake's mother left, Dante told him what had been happening in their relationship. That was always how things were.

 

But he was having a hard time figuring out how to discuss this with his stepson. Especially when he brought up the age difference. Dante would be livid if Blake dated a man that was his age, but at the same time, he slept with people not much older than his stepson. He knew he was a hypocrite, but he didn't particularly care. He wanted to protect Blake. Random people didn't matter to him. "I suppose he'd be better off with you than me," Dante chuckled, clearing his throat. "Ahh... still though. I guess I am just more attracted to younger men." Most of his female guests were around his age, but all of the men were at least 10 years younger. "That being said, if you ever date someone that's my age, you're grounded for life and they will wish they were never born.~"

[Sathenus]

"Maybe, but he isn't my type." Blake replied with a small shrug. Even if the guy his step-father had brought home would probably be better off with him when it came to age ranges the man obviously wasn't his type. Blake was almost positive that any guy that came home with his father -especially after what he heard last night- that they did not top. Thus, were not his type of guy. Blake didn't top and though that wasn't exactly something he would discuss with Dante he was sure the older man already knew as much. It seemed... odd. That he knew so much about the older man and that the same went for the other knowing a lot about him. He had been raised with honesty, and had always reciprocated such honesty. Then Blake heard something that made his heart skip a beat. That was all he needed to seal in his own fate, he had to have the older man. It wasn't like it went unnoticed that the guys he brought home were always quite a bit younger versus the women.

 

Taking another bite of his food he was stunned when he was told that if he ever dated anyone his father's age he would be grounded for life and they would wish they had never been born. Giving the older man a slightly pouting look he spoke, "That's not fair. Older men know what they like." Alright, even he knew that wasn't a good excuse to date anyone that was quite clearly old enough to be his father. Not like he wanted anyone else anyways. Tapping his fingers on the table he let his mind wander for a moment. His own sex life was something that they didn't discuss, of course Dante knew he had past boyfriends, and he was sure the man knew he was not a virgin. But it wasn't like he could just outright come out and lewdly talk about what he wanted or how older men probably had so much to teach him. It just didn't seem right, especially not with his feelings towards the other man.

 

As he continued to eat his dinner he went out of his way to drag out certain actions. Like when he licked at his fork to make sure he had all of the sauce off of it before he would set it down to drink a little more. Blake really had no idea how hard it would be to try to entice the other man to try him, especially since they were practically family. As far as he was aware he was the other's only child, and Dante was the only father he ever knew. Which meant he often just dropped the "step-father" and called him "Dad" instead. It seemed fitting for the man that raised him even if he knew that Dante wasn't his father. As dinner came to an end he got up and moved to stand by the older man, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow? You know. You'll have make some time for me tomorrow outside of dinner. I hate spending all day by myself." Today had been Friday meaning he had the weekend ahead to do whatever he could to entice his father. And boy did Blake have some ideas.

[h-honey]

"And younger men don't. Which is exactly why you have to be careful," Dante warned. "I'm not saying you can't date anyone who's older than you, just make sure he knows I have several patients in desperate need of a bone marrow transplant, and minimal donors." He grinned just slightly, continuing to eat and talk with Blake. Despite their rather odd situation, Dante never felt uncomfortable or awkward around his stepson. He loved him, and really did love spending time with him. And he actually genuinely enjoyed talking to him, which was already a rare enough feeling for the man. He had a couple of friends that would come around pretty often, but for the most part, he found interaction with most people to be exhausting (even if he was charismatic and well liked at work). But Blake was truly special.

 

As they ate, he couldn't help but notice certain little things. The past year, he couldn't help but notice certain little things. Blake was growing up, and he would be lying if he said he didn't see the changes. Honestly, he was a beautiful young man, and while a part of Dante wished he could actually take credit for creating such a wonderful human, another, more repressed part of him knew that if he had never met Blake's mother, he very well could've ended up being one of the "guests" that he brought home.

 

"Tomorrow? Ah... damn, tomorrow's Saturday, isn't it?" Dante asked, standing up and grabbing both his and Blake's plates. They had maids, but Dante didn't feel right just leaving messes behind and unless he was incredibly busy or tired, would go through the effort of scraping and rinsing dishes. He often forgot what day it was, particularly when he would work ridiculously long shifts and get little to no sleep. But every other Saturday he was off, and he was usually off every Sunday as well. "I'm on call tomorrow. If you don't already have plans, we can go do something," Dante said with a warm, fatherly smile. He gave Blake a short but firm, comforting hug, before pulling back to place a large hand gently on his stepson's shoulder, and plant a light kiss on the top of his head. He towered over his stepson, but then again, he towered over most people. "Goodnight, Blake," he said with a smile, a tired look in his eyes. It wasn't all that late but he was exhausted from work and planned on passing out immediately. "Don't stay up too late, okay?" Dante brought the dishes to the kitchen, and headed up to his bedroom after that, falling asleep almost as soon as he got in bed.

[Sathenus]

Unable to hide the smirk that came to his face at the slight threat that the older man gave towards anyone he dated, Blake just laughed softly. Though his father was right, a lot of younger men didn't know what they wanted, and more times than none that was the problem. Blake had a pretty good understanding of what he wanted, though he knew he still had plenty to learn as well. Something that he was sure he would gain more knowledge in as time passed. For now, it was just a matter of winning over the one person he actually wanted. He didn't know why out of all of the people he found attractive it had to be the person who raised him. But that seemed like a trivial matter when it all came down to it.

 

"That it is." Blake replied when he was asked if tomorrow was Saturday. He was used to Dante loosing track of what day it is. Considering how busy the older man was constantly it only seemed fair that he would forget some things. Loosing track of the day was much better than his father accidentally missing a shift. "Sounds like fun, I'm hearing beach trip." Blake responded excitement quite clear in his voice. What better way to show off more of his body and attempt to make it harder for the older man to ignore him than at the beach? That and the weather would be quite hot the whole weekend. So a trip to the beach sounded like a dream regardless of that face. "It will be good for both of us." He added as he watched the older man gather up the plates into a pile before moving back towards him and pulled him into a firm hug. Instantly his body relaxed and he felt himself leaning into the older man. His eyes drifting shut as he returned the hug before Dante pulled back and moved his hand to his shoulder and kissing him once more on the head. That had been their nightly routine for as long as he could remember and he would hate for it to end.

 

Unless of course it meant he was getting something even better instead. Pushing that out of his mind he snapped out of his thoughts just in time to wish the older man goodnight as well. "Night Dad." He made his way from the dinning room up to his room closing his door softly behind him. It had been quite a long and eventful day, so it would be nice to spend the day with his father figure in the morning. Stripping down to just his boxers he climbed into bed and pulled only one of his thin blankets over his mostly bare form. He tended to get rather hot at night, and thus slept in little and covered up with little if anything at all. The only time that changed was when he specifically asked to run the air conditioner at night. Tonight was not one of those nights, in fact, he rarely ever asked to keep it on all night considering he never really minded. Falling asleep not long after he returned to his room he woke up to the normal Saturday routine. A servant coaxing him awake for breakfast. Groaning softly he slipped out of the bed and showered, wrapping a towel around his waist as he returned to get dressed. Blake went down to breakfast in nothing more than a pair of shorts that ended a few inches above his knee.

[h-honey]

An alarm woke Dante up at 7am sharp, and he would've been marginally more grumpy about it if he wasn't actually really looking forward to today. The sound of the alarm pissed him off, but being woken up in general pissed him off, which was why he didn't allow the servants to do it. He was rather mean when he wasn't fully conscious and didn't want to risk yelling at one of them for simply doing their job. Dante did his normal workout routine in the gym upon waking up. Stretching, one hundred pushups, one hundred situps, one hundred pullups, and two miles on the treadmill. He was done around 9am, then hopped into a freezing cold shower, and dressed and ready for breakfast by 9:30.

 

"Mm... Morning," Dante said with a slight smile as he entered the dining room, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a loose wifebeater that showed off just how fit he really was. He had his towel hanging around his neck, and his dark hair was still messy and wet from his shower, a subtle but pleasant scent of cinnamon wafting off of his body. He sat at the table, as a servant brought them breakfast, along with coffee, water, and juice. "I was thinking we could stop by the store before we go," he said, taking his coffee and sipping it, piping hot and completely black. "Get some food to grill while we're at the beach. Sound good?"

[Sathenus]

"Morning." Blake replied happily as he sipped at the juice set before him. Even at eighteen Blake tried his best to stay away from coffee. He wasn't that big of a fan if he was being completely honest, the taste a bit to bitter for him, and his attempt to not overdue sugar made him keep his distance even more. Blake very much had a sweet tooth, and often had to remind himself to cut back on just how much sweets he ate. Even if his body didn't exactly show that struggle, his active lifestyle helped keep his body lean and muscles toned. Munching on a piece of toast he listened to the idea of stopping by the store before they left to get some food to grill while they were there. The idea of doing so meant that it was more than likely going to be a day trip. Something that Blake was more than a little excited about. A day trip meant he had plenty of time to try to get what he wanted and it meant more time with it just being the two of them.

 

"That sounds great. Any ideas what you wanted to grill?" Blake questioned as he turned to his eggs now that he had finished eating the piece of toast. A simple breakfast of toast and eggs was a perfect way to start off today. Once he was done eating he would have to run upstairs to change into his swim trunks and grab a few things but otherwise he would be ready to go. After a little more light conversation Blake stood up having finished his breakfast. "I'll be ready to leave in ten minutes." He promised the older man as he darted from the room to head back up to his own room. He wasn't surprised to find a smaller backpack placed on his bed already filled with sunscreen, a beach towel and a pair of flip flops. What amused him was the small emergency first aid kit that had been places inside as well. Rolling his eyes he slipped out of the pair of shorts and boxers he was wearing slipping into his swim trunks instead. The pair he had decided on seemed to show off his ass more than the rest which was one of many things he was counting to work on to his advantage.

 

It took him just under ten minutes to dart back down the stairs the backpack slung over his shoulder, he had pulled on a white tank top since they would be stopping at the store on their way. Otherwise he knew he would have just remained shirtless, but if he was going to go into a store then he had to make sure he was properly dressed to do so.

[h-honey]

"Whatever you want," Dante said with a shrug, moving to his food once he finished off his coffee. It was a bad habit, but it kept him awake and made it easier for him to quit smoking. But being as stressed as he was, he needed some sort of addiction to help him get through the day, and his poison of choice seemed to be coffee and sex. "Alright. See you in ten minutes, then," he said with a slight smile, putting the dishes away and going to get ready himself.

 

Dante changed to a pair of knee-length, black, cargo swimming trunks, and kept his wifebeater on, throwing on a pair of dark, expensive sunglasses as well. He then went to go meet Blake in the living room, smiling slightly at him. "Ready?" he asked, taking the backpack and carrying it for Blake. It was a force of habit that was incredibly hard to get out of, so eventually he just stopped trying. He led his stepson to his car, a sleek, black model that was expensive, but more practical than flashy. Dante tossed the backpack into the backseat then got in the front, leaving his seatbealt unbuckled as usual (it was rather uncomfortable due to his large stature).

 

"Here," he said, opening Spotify then handing his phone to Blake. He always let his stepson choose the music whenever they drove together, even if he found some of his tastes to be a bit odd. Dante wasn't an old man by any means, but he was still from another generation, and didn't exactly understand all modern music.

 

Dante drove them to the store, making idle chit-chat with Blake along the way. When they arrived, he got out and went inside, grabbing one of the small handbaskets by the door. "Do you need anything else while we're here?" he asked, leading Blake to the meat aisle so he could pick out what he wanted to eat later.

[Sathenus]

"Yup!" Blake exclaimed as he followed Dante out of the house not even caring that the older man took the backpack from him. He knew it was just out of habit, but he never complained and his father didn't seem to have any intention of breaking the habit. Slipping into the passenger seat Blake instantly buckled up, not even sparing a thought to the fact that the older man didn't. It was just another one of those habits, things that he saw and was so used to that he didn't care. Of course when he was younger and had always been told to buckle up he had asked his father multiple times why he never did. As he got older Blake just understood it better and eventually stopped questioning it.

 

As he was handed the phone he looked through it before picking a song and setting the phone down in his lap. Managing to pull his legs up under him in the seat. Even at eighteen he was rather flexible, something he hoped continued even as he got older. Once they made it to the store he happily hopped out of the car and followed Dante inside sticking close to the older man's side. "Is there anything I need to want?" Blake asked giving the older man a look stating quite plainly he didn't need anything, but it didn't mean he didn't want something. When they made it to the meats he looked at it before he decided something simpler would be better. "Let's just do burgers. You can't go wrong with a good burger." He commented turning back to the older man.

 

Blake did lean back against the cooler enjoying the cooler air that came with doing so. Even though the store itself was cooler than outside it was still quite hot. "So, which beach did you want to go to?" He questioned raising an eyebrow. There were a few different local beaches, and he was curious which one Dante had in mind.

[h-honey]

"Good point. Is there anything you want, then?" Dante asked with a slight chuckle. He made a rather bad habit of spoiling Blake senseless, even moreso after his mother left, but he honestly loved it. Of course, material goods didn't make up for the time he wasn't able to spend with his stepson, but it was still a nice feeling to be able to somehow make him happy, and show him that he loved him. Besides, it's not like anything Blake asked for had ever hurt Dante's wallet.

 

Dante grabbed a pack of ground beef, setting it in the basket. He thought for a moment, realizing that he didn't remember to bring a cooler or a grill -- but then he recalled seeing them in the backseat, meaning one of the maids must have figured he would forget and loaded them in the car for him. His brain was full of so much work stuff that he frequently forgot about menial tasks, luckily his servants knew him well enough to work with that.

 

He grabbed buns and toppings for the burgers, then charcoal and lighter fluid for the grill. He let Blake pick out whatever he wanted for drinks and snacks, but made sure to get a pack of bottled water for himself. "Mm... I was thinking Crystal Beach," Dante said. Of the beaches in the area, Crystal was the cleanest, and usually less absurdly crowded. It was a bit farther out, but it was incredibly beautiful and incredibly worth it.

[Sathenus]

"Isn't there always?" Blake inquired when he was asked if there was something he wanted. There was always something he wanted, but he knew what Dante meant. After they got the rest of the things they needed for the burgers and grill he lead the way around to grab some snack foods and drinks for him. Of course he knew ahead of time to grab a pack of bottled water for the older man and he smiled slightly when said man ensured that they did indeed grab a pack. It was as they were heading towards the front of the store to check out that he was told what beach they would be going to. "I like that one." He replied with a small smile. It really was worth the distance between them and it, it wasn't to far away but a bit of a drive.

 

Considering they were going on a Saturday, school was out it was the best option granted Blake preferred Crystal Beach over the others anyways. It was beautiful in itself, and he had to admit usually the other beach goers weren't so bad looking themselves. He didn't care if it meant he was going to have to fight even more for Dante's attention. It was still worth it in his opinion. Once they were through the check out line he helped load everything into the car before slipping back into his seat. Instantly slipping his sandals off since he knew he would not need to get back out until they reached the beach. Buckling up once more his golden eyes returned to the older man and a small smirk played on his face.

 

"So, it feels like it's been forever since we spent a day together. Just the two of us." Normally they spent it in or around the house doing something. Which unfortunately for Blake meant they usually also spent it with the maids and other servants. Though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing he very much enjoyed spending time as just the two of them.

[h-honey]

Dante got in the car and drove off, glancing over at Blake and smiling softly. "Yeah... it's definitely been a while," he said with a gentle smile, looking at Blake for a few more seconds before bringing his attention back to the road. "...I'm really sorry, Blake," he said, sighing and shaking his head. It was hard to get time off, and every day he was off he was still technically on call. He knew Blake had friends and most likely better stuff to do than hang out with his stepdad, but still, he really wished he could give him more attention than he did. "But I'll get some vacation time in the summer... maybe we can go somewhere together," Dante said with a smile, opening the sun roof since it was an extra nice day out. It was warm, but the breeze was amazing.

 

"So. How've you been lately? Anything going on that I should know about? School events? New boyfriends?" Dante asked with a slight chuckle as he continued to drive. He never tried to pry too much into Blake's personal life, but he still liked to be informed of what was going on.

[Sathenus]

Raising an eyebrow in question when he heard the apology, Blake just continued to watch the older man for a moment. He was just about to ask him what he was sorry about when he heard the mention of getting some vacation time in the summer. 'He must think he isn't spending enough time with me.' Blake thought to himself a small frown crossing his face. The last thing he had wanted to do was make the older man feel like he was neglecting him in any way. After all Dante went above and beyond for him in so many aspects of his life, so the man was busy. It didn't mean that Blake was upset that he didn't always have his step-father's attention, it didn't upset him that when he did have a day with him the man was technically on call. He was an important person, helped a lot of people including himself on numerous occasions.

 

Drawn from his thoughts at the question of how he had been lately, only to ask if there was anything going on, school and boyfriends. This made him laugh softly as he shook his head. "There is a game next Friday, but it's no big deal. No, no boyfriends. We both know what guys my age want, and I don't want just some fling." Blake highly doubted he could come right out and tell Dante what and who he wanted. So with a shrug he continued, "They are all immature anyways. Just want to add another number." A lot of the guys at his school, straight and otherwise, tried to sleep with as many of their classmates as they could. Something about popularity. The more people you slept with the higher you climbed up the social ladder. Blake thought it was stupid, and it just reminded him about what he had told Dante the night before. Older men were generally better in his opinion, they know what they want, and they know how to treat their partner.

 

Shifting in his seat Blake's eyes moved to the scenery, enjoying the breeze that came now that sun roof was open. It was a really nice breeze, not overpowering in any way. As they neared the beach he ended up getting more and more excited. An even more childlike side of him coming out as he turned his gaze back to the older man. "I'll leave it to you to pick a good spot on the beach. You know I can never decide." The few times he had been told to pick their spot they had to have gone searching for almost an hour because he just couldn't decide. So he felt it was only fair that he just passed on the chance now before the older man tried to insist. Especially at Crystal Beach, there was just so many beautiful places, and nice spots that he just couldn't decide. Once they reached and had parked Blake slipped out of the car, grabbing his backpack and the cooler he left the grill for older man to carry.

[h-honey]

"Next Friday? What time?" Dante asked, glancing over at Blake. From what he could remember, his work schedule should be slowing down before then, so there was a chance he might be able to make it to the game. Of course, he never told Blake anything unless it was set in stone, since he didn't want to disappoint in case of the highly likely event of him actually being too busy. He tried his best to be a supportive and active parent, but it was difficult with his schedule. Dante was now at a point where he could retire and never work again if he truly wanted to, but that felt selfish. His work was stressful, but it was important -- and while the world wouldn't end if one orthopedist went into retirement early, a few lives certainly might. Besides, he'd miss his busy schedule whenever Blake moved out and went off on his own. Dante couldn't stand doing nothing with his time.

 

"Ahh, well. I'm proud of you, for not getting caught up in that drama," Dante chuckled, honestly a bit relieved that Blake didn't have a boyfriend. Sure, he was an adult now, and Dante was far from a saint at 18 years old, but Blake was practically his son. He raised him, watched him grow up. He would never admit it out loud, but he was scared of ever trusting another man to take care of Blake, and truly wanted his stepson to need him for as long as possible.

 

Dante parked his car, grabbing the grill out of the trunk. Carrying it with ease, he led Blake to a nice, secluded spot, setting everything up after pulling his shirt off, exposing his large, tanned muscles. "Damn, I haven't been here in ages," he chuckled, opening a bottle of water and looking around at their surroundings. A body in the distance caught his eye, what appeared to be a young, girlishly shaped man with a fluffy mop of pink hair playing in the water with his friends. Dante spent just a few too many seconds looking at him (drawing attention and flirtatious giggles from some of the pink-haired boy's female friends), before bringing his attention back to Blake, that look of desire replaced with a much more fatherly, platonic gaze. "I haven't been anywhere in ages. I really missed spending time with you, Blake," Dante said with a warm, genuine smile.

[Sathenus]

"At seven thirty." Blake responded with a small smile knowing why the older man asked. He didn't mind telling Dante when it was but he had long since learned not to expect him to be there. If things were still busy it just wasnt going to happen. Following his step-father to a spot he had to admit it was a pretty good spot, it was secluded and had a great view of the rest of the beach. Setting the cooler down he dropped his backpack not far from that eyes moving back towards his father noticing he had shed his shirt.

 

Instantly he felt his mouth go dry at the sight before him, Dante really was something special. Though he noticed something or rather someone had caught the older man's attention. Glancing in that direction he noticed exactly who it was, sighing almost silently as he shed his own shirt. It didn't help that the look in the other's eyes aimed towards someone who again couldn't be much older than him was the look he so desperately wanted to see aimed at himself. Yet, when Dante turned back to him he saw the look of desire be replaced with a fatherly expression. That didn't really make Blake feel any better considering that he really wanted to be more than just a son.

 

"I missed spending time with you too. Though I can definitely understand that you are busy." Blake replied as he reached into his backpack and pulled out the bottle of sunscreen. The last thing he wanted was to get burnt, his skin was tanned enough for his own tastes. Burning at this point was an unnecessary torture in his own opinion. Giving the older man a look he spoke, "Help me out?" Turning slightly to reveal his back the one place he wouldn't be able to reach on his own. Though he probably could have found some random guy to do it he would rather it be Dante for more than one reason.

[h-honey]

"I'll see if I can, uh, take you out for ice cream or something afterwards. Assuming you don't already have plans with your friends," Dante said with a warm, fatherly smile. Regardless of his work schedule, he'd at least be able to make time at night to do something with Blake after the game, to celebrate. While he couldn't care less about school sports, he cared about Blake, and the things Blake enjoyed.

 

A wave of relief washed over Dante when Blake said he understood, feeling quite a bit of stress evaporate. It still sucked that he couldn't be the best father ever, but knowing Blake didn't hold it against him was certainly comforting. "Sure," he said, taking the sunscreen and squeezing a generous amount into his hands. He would need to put some on himself too afterwards -- he generally forgot since he was on the tanner side and didn't burn easily, but that wasn't the only way the sun could harm your skin. Dante started at Blake's neck, his large, calloused hands naturally rather cold but even moreso when they were covered in sunscreen. He gently massaged it into Blake's skin, treating his body as if it was fragile and irreplaceable, though his actions had a certain roughness to them that he was just incapable of hiding due to his size and strength.

 

He spent a decent amount of time rubbing the sunscreen onto Blake's back, gradually moving down and being sure to cover every area his stepson would have a hard time reaching himself. Dante slid his strong hands forward to spread the sunscreen over Blake's hips, momentarily getting lost in his thoughts. His bones, his skin, the shape of his body, it honestly reminded Dante of his ex-wife. A feeling that was both pleasant, unsettling, and confusing all at the same time. A feeling that was so distracting, he didn't realize just how low his hands had wandered and just how long they had been there. He cleared his throat, moving his hands back up in an attempts to play it off before pulling them away, wiping the remaining sunscreen onto Blake's arms. "You good?"

[Sathenus]

Shrugging at the mention of whether or not he had plans with his friends after the game he remained silent for a moment. “I don’t really. They are all basically into all of the stupid things normal teenagers do these days. Things I have to admit I have no interest in.” He replied as he watched his step-father. The idea of going out for ice cream after was a pleasant one, that is of course if the older man was even available to do so. Blake wasn’t blind to the fact that his father figure didn’t care for high school sports like he did. That was okay, at least he had his support despite the fact. That was enough to make him happy, he didn’t need Dante to be on overbearing father like he knew many of his teammates dads were. He felt bad for those whose father was constantly breathing down their neck and pushing them to do more.

 

Blake stood patiently as he heard the sound of his step-father putting some sunscreen on his hands, a moment later he felt them on his back making his back arch slightly from the cold. A natural reaction that he had to fight to stand still, though the feeling of the older man’s hands running over his back was a calming one. His mind of course went wild imagining other scenarios where those hands might be running over his back or even other parts of him. That wasn’t really a good place for his mind to go to, but it was almost impossible to avoid such things. Enjoying the feeling he felt his muscles relax under Dante’s hands he could feel how careful the older man was being even if the touch still had a slightly firm more rough edge to it. Glancing over his shoulder when he noticed that the older man’s hands had wandered down a little further than he had expected them to where they seemed to stay for a few moments.

 

Catching the older man’s eyes, he felt the hands move up making a small shiver rake down his spine before any excess sunscreen was wiped onto his arms. Flashing a smile, he nodded, “Yes. Thank you.” Grabbing the bottle, he applied a bit more to each arm making sure it was thoroughly massaged into the skin before he started on his chest and torso. His own movements were measured, taking his time to ensure that it was rubbed in well and that he hadn’t missed a spot. Turning back to his step-father he gave the older man a slightly questioning look. “You should really put some on too. It’s really hot, you wouldn’t want to get burnt considering how long we will probably be out in the heat.” If he was being honest he was really just looking for a reason to return the favor and be able to rub his own hands over the toned back of the older man. Just watching the way his step-father’s muscles rippled beneath his tanned skin was enough to send his mind reeling with different fantasies.