father son time

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"um, dad?" Jon walked into general McCoy's office."what's up kiddo?"
He got nervous."um, can you... nevermind, it's stupid anyway..." McCoy gasped."nothing you ask is ever stupid, even if you're like 23-"
Jon giggled."o-ok, um, can you tickle me? Please?" McCoy smiled."of course!" He patted his bed, Jon sat down, McCoy pinned him and blew a huge raspberry into his belly."KYAHAHAAAAAAHAHAAAA!!!!!" McCoy made 'nom' noises into the soft skin."EHEHEHEK! DAHAHAHDDYHYHYHYHYYYY!!!!" Jon squealed."aww, you haven't called me 'daddy' in years!!" McCoy cooed. Jon blushes."s-sorry!" McCoy chuckled."Jonny, you have nothing to apologize for, ok?" "Yes sir." He smiled and hugged him.

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