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It was 2 AM on Saturday. Michael had escaped to a party with his friends when all his family was asleep... or so he thought, because the first thing the teen saw when he entered his house was an angry yet worried William sitting on the couch with his arms crossed.
"Michael, my son" William said "please, don't you fucking do that ever again. If I didn't want you to go it was for a reason."
"I'm sorry, father" Michael replied "but I really wanted to go to that party, plus nothing happened to me, so what's the matter?"
"I don't know what am I gonna do with you..." William sighed and stood up "wait... that smell..? Michael Afton, you better not tell me you have been drinking. God, Michael, you're still too young to drink, what would your mother think about this?"
"Uhm... I haven't been drinking..?" The boy sat down on the couch, legs spread and fighting to not fall asleep "and stop bringing up mom into this, she left because she doesn't care about us."
"That is not true, she left for... other reasons that don't mater right now, so close your mouth, go to your bedroom and don't you dare to wake up your siblings"
"But William, I'm not a kid anymore, you can't keep treating me like one!"
"Do not call me 'William', I am your father and you will address me as such. Now close your legs, you look like a whore."
"Come on, daddy, don't be so mean"
William blushed when he heard Mike calling him daddy. Michael hasn't called his father that for over a decade. The teenager smiled widely and hugged William despise his attempts to stop his son.
"God, you're such an idiot."
"But I'm your idiotic son, and you loveeee meeeee"
"I know you are. You're the only damn thing in my life that I feel is worthwhile anymore. But you're still completely stupid."
"So I'm even more important than Lizzy and CC? Awwwwww"
"Jesus fucking Christ, Michael, why can't you take anything seriously? Is there anything in that brain of yours other than air?"
"Yes actually. For example, the handsome old man I have right infront of me" Michael winked
William couldn't believe it, was his own son hitting on him? The man blushed and looked away
"Oh, shut up, you're drunk. You shouldn't be flirting like that, specially with your father. Do you have ideas on the consequences of this?"
"Willy, I've been having a crush on you for months now but was too scared to say anything because of our relationship" Michael finally confessed "Yes, I know it's weird, but what am I gonna do? Completely avoid you and cry myself to sleep while thinking how disgusting I am? Because I already did that and I don't want to ever again"
"Wait what? How come I haven't noticed? You seem very normal to me right now"
"No you- remember a few weeks ago before my birthday when I didn't want to come out from my room and avoided speaking to you?."
William felt his heart sink. He knew his son acted a bit odd and couldn't figure out why... the realization hit him like a truck and he felt bad even if he was aware none of this was his fault. Or Michael's. This wasn't anyone's fault.
"Mikey... I'm.. I'm so sorry, I really had no idea..." William couldn't deny he was also attracted to his own son and he had also felt disgusted for it but eventually embraced his feelings and never showed any signs "... but... if you're really sure you want something like this..."
Michael can't believe his ears. His feelings are being reciprocated? Or is he just too drunk and imagining things? Still processing the new info, William hug him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. "When you're more yourself we'll talk about this deeper... maybe even have an... actual relationship. Of course, hidden from everyone, including your siblings. I can't believe I'm saying this, you're probably not even listening-"
"No wait. That... doesn't sound too bad. I'd love to. I just... didn't imagine you saw me like this too and suddenly here we are, and I have no idea what to do or say, and-"
"Okay okay, calm down there. As I said, we'll discuss it tomorrow, okay? But for now, let's just go to sleep... You can come to my bed if you want, and we can cuddle"
Michael's eyes light up, he was more than happy and also relieved. Once both males made it to the older man's room, they got on the bed and cuddled up together. The night was silent and it felt as if no one else was there: only William and Michael and Michael and William, on their own bubble where noboby can hurt them or interrupt this moment that seems to last forever, a night they won't forget and served to strenghen their relationship. Eventually, they fell asleep on each others' arms.
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The end