Story Recap: Lukas, an athletic, California 17 yr-old with blonde hair, blue eyes, and tight body, loves Ari, a wealthy, muscled, 25 yr-old Persian who dominates his boy. After a fire destroys the Khorasani home, they work to rebuild and get their lives back together.
[Ari's Day]
There is nothing better than waking up to my perfect Lukas nestled against my chest and resting peacefully in his daddy's warmth. He sleeps so soundly in my arms. He is so innocent and sweet. Lukas is everything good about my life. He is my future; my life perfected.
I gave his little bottom a squeeze and he squirmed against me; made one of those little happy moans he does whenever I get close to that pink hole.
I slipped my hand into the back of his pajama pants and pulled at the silky thong to make it ride up against his pink part. My boy arched his back and blinked up at me with those baby blue eyes that tell me he knows his lion has him safe.
"Morning, daddy," he cooed with a little yawn.
I winked and put a finger under that chin, lifting his head up for a kiss. I wanted to shove inside him, wake him up properly and bury my seed deep, but I could see the sun was up and today was going to be busy. I had meetings through lunch and then I planned to take Lukas to my condo and hope my father would allow us to stay the night there.
When you're a daddy, you have to make the responsible choices. A boy can be irresponsible and waste a work morning fooling around in bed, but a daddy is the one who bears the consequences of keeping his world spinning and I knew I needed to get going soon.
After a few minutes of cuddling my boy, my father, like clockwork, knocked on the door to make sure we were getting up.
For some reason Lukas yelled "come in!"
He wasn't much for thinking of the appropriateness of things. He was used to being in my father's house where anyone who came into his room would bring him happiness. In this house there were many wolves I needed to keep from my boy.
"You slept well, little one?" my father asked tenderly as he came in and saw Lukas wriggling out of my arms.
Father smiled when he saw Lukas' face. He loved my boy as his own.
"Yes, sir! I'm feeling better." Lukas offered him a big smile as he sat up in my arms. The comforter covered where I had my hand down the back of his pajamas.
Father always lit up around my boy.
To him, Lukas was the delicate daughter he'd always wanted. My brothers' wives treated father with respect and reverence, but they rarely sought him out. Lukas was his little puppy who trailed him when I wasn't home.
"Good, good. Come and get food," he said then turned to me and changed from English to Farsi, from gentle father to drill instructor.
"You have important meetings today and you're behind on the paperwork. If I have to clean up your shoddy bookkeeping again I'm taking it out of your paycheck. Soon you'll be turning to your boy for money!" Dad barked at me, using our language so the boy wouldn't understand.
Dad wasn't nearly as kind to me, but that's how Persian fathers are with their heirs, the ones who must follow in their footsteps.
It matters little if the delicate children are successful or driven, but the strong ones are pushed to carry the family's legacy.
To him, Lukas' main purpose was to learn to take care of the home and fill it with happiness. For me, his closest son, he wanted a driven businessman who could take over his company someday; though his expectations for me were much higher than for himself.
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Lukas & The Lion
Teen Fiction17 year old Lukas Smith has his life turned upside down when his dad loses his job in their scrappy desert town. He moves to LA where his dad finds work. Lukas takes a summer job at a local gym to save up for a new phone. That's where he meets a mu...
