I've Arrived

You're Soft

  Vin grimaces,  his heart filling
up with disappointment.  
"Every single part of me is one hundred percent real,  Sweet Cheeks.  It's hurtful you'd think otherwise."  
Shimmying his slender body under Egon's right hand as it rests on the couch. 
"You can't deny what you feel isn't real. "

The urge to retract his hand is instantaneous. Egon swallows down that urge, and finds himself gently moving his fingers. 
Wow, he's surprisingly soft.

  "Mmmm." 

His hand jolts away as if he'd touched fire. 
"Oh My God!  Did you just erotically moan while I was petting you!?"

"Well, yeah, key word there is - pet-ting."
Overly enunciating the word petting.
"Come on, you can't leave a guy hanging.  Proceed."
Vin rolls over, exposing his stomach . 
"My fur is more sensitive on my belly."

  "Ew!! What the fuck!? Ew! No! I'm not going to pet you while you get turned on."
Egon wrinkles his nose in complete disgust. 
"You are a weasel!  This is unnatural! Absurd! And I'm damn certain I've lost my mind."

  Vin's jaw twists its way into a scowl.
"How very rude.  Not to mention downright insulting.  You're lucky you have those ocean blue eyes and phenomenal good looks, or I wouldn't be as forgiving.  I'll let this slide.  For now." 

Egon is so close to smacking himself in the forehead.  
How is any of this happening?  I gotta make sure I'm not hyper focused on figuring out this thing, er polecat on my couch or I'll go mad.   "Vin, yes, I can touch you and I'm able to tell there is something physically there.  The problem is that I have enough on my plate as it is.  I'm not mentally able to handle what will follow after finding out the answer to the question, Real or not real? Can we drop it? No more touching.  Especially not when you're gonna do that nasty stuff.  Just... No."

Vin's forehead creases in concentration. He's trying to comprehend.
What does he think will happen by accepting me?  A cataclysm? Goblins having babies like rabbits?
Rubbing his chin in thought, a perfect solution dawns on him
"Stop putting so much food on your plate.  Only take what you can eat."

  A half smile appears on Egon's face.  "It's a figure of speech.  Although, that is  sound advice."

   The praise inflated Vin's ego to an increasing monumental size
"Did you ever doubt me? You know who gave great advice? Loraina. She an elf from the group I need to get back to. She isn't a slender waif like most elves, nope, she's a muscular brute. She has muscles on her muscles! This one time she crushed a guy's skull in between her thighs!"

Immediately following that statement the front doorknob rattles.  The door swings open and reveals a man stepping inside. A husky middle aged man, with a greying beard and receding hairline.  His posture and eyes show a great deal of tiredness.  He turns his head toward Egon.  His demeanor reveals that he sees the boy, but not fully.  His eyes and expression remain dull.
"Hi son."

  "Hey Dad."  Egon replies robotically

"I'm going to go downstairs and use the computer. Have more work to finish."  With that, Dad opens a door and trudges downstairs.

     "Well that was abrupt." Vin remarks

"Yeah, that's how it's been between us for a while now." 
Egon's mood grows downcast until his attention is pulled to Vin.  Vin is rubbing what appears to be a backscratcher up and down his back.

Noticing Egon's questioning gaze on him
"What?  I'm finishing what you started.  You can't start rubbing and petting, then stop.  Or are you a tease?  Are you playing hard to get? Oh!!   Both you and your Dad are delectable.  I'm experienced with three or more..."