Round TWO

[Ethan Cleary]

Ethan made plans to meet up with him again. This would be the second time and he was nervous. He was starting to feel the headache coming and the body aches. He needed the buzz but he couldn't get it not from drinking any more. He tired a few times and nothing.

He just got off work but he had to head home to shower he knew he was going to be up and closes so he needed to get the work smell off and sweat. He was hoping the kid wasn't home he didn't want to face him before going to see Seb. He didn't want to face him after either.

It was hard being a good dad and respecting his son rather than yell at him and blame him for all his problems. His whole life he yelled and throw the bottle back. Sam raised himself Ethan knew that he seemed to turn out fine so why did he feel like shit for it?

It's was summer break so the kid might be home but he was sure Sam was out with that girl, Iris. Ethan was not fond of her parents, not one bit. She didn't come over often or stay over long so Ethan slipped in the cabin quietly.

He ran up the stairs and started the shower. Then stripped off his clothes before heading to the closet to find an outfit while the water heated up. He picked a white v neck t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Then it came to the underwear and socks it had been such a long time since he even cared what he wore under his clothes. He wasn't looking for love and especially in a man.

Ethan never saw himself spending time with a man. But Sed drew it out of him. He made him feel things he didn't want to feel. He picked his newest black pair of boxer briefs. He was really going to have to go shopping if this was going to be a thing, maybe character underwear? Would Sed like that?

"Shit! Stop it!" He yelled at himself for even thinking of buying underwear for Seb. This is what Seb did to him he made him into something he didn't like. He got into the hot steamy shower and vigorously washed. He felt dirty for think the things he did he felt dirty before he got to Seb's.

But he needed this. He would be so sick. What every Seb gave him made everything feel okay. He still can't really play out what happened he was so intoxicated off of Seb. It was the best sex he ever had. He would never admit that to Seb or anyone at that.

Once he was out of the shower he through his clothes on combed his hair and did a few miner final touches. He cared even if he didn't think he did. He wanted to impress Seb and show him how much of a man he is. Ethan jumped into his car and sent Seb a quick text,

"OMW be there is 15, your home right?"

Queen Halo?

[Seb DeMarco]

The game was afoot... again. Since the last time, Seb had kept himself entertained and satisfied. But only for a moment. Ethan was a challenge. That was the fun part. Anyone can get their rocks off. It's the fine art of breaking down a person's barriers that separates the averages encounters from the truly great sex.

But there were moments when Seb wondered why he was putting in so much effort into Ethan. He's gotten more involved in this man's life than he has with any other partner. Seb has never had a problem getting a willing guy into bed. Even in Hazelton, he's sure he could find a man for every day. But instead of doing that, he's focused on this mechanic and his personal life. Maybe the demigod will have a moment to think it through but not when he's thinking with his nether regions.

The time for their meeting was set. Seb started preparing ahead of time. It was important to present the best possible package when trying to hook your prey. All of Ethan's claims that he was straight just made Seb more determined. The mechanic's body was clear about how much he enjoyed it. The demigod wanted to hear it too. For his own satisfaction if nothing else.

Seb showered and cleaned up every inch of his body. That's just part of being a good sexual partner. The demigod followed it up with a body lotion of his own design. It gave his skin a nice sheen without being sticky. And should anyone lick him, they'd taste some delicious notes of caramel.

Before Seb got to his clothes, his phone buzzed. A message from Ethan. He grinned, feeling victorious before anything had even happened. He sent a quick reply, "Yes. The door's unlocked. Let yourself in."

The outfit for the night was the pièce de résistance. A matching set of black lace pants and a shirt. They were barely clothes. They hid nothing. But Seb wanted to be somewhat modest. Well, his version of modest. From his collection of sexy underwear, he found a black thong made of similar lace. He didn't understand why so many men were afraid of 'effeminate' clothing. Seb didn't look at it as such. For him, they were fun things to dress up in... and arouse some hot guys. He was sure Ethan would get a rise from it. Besides, it was between the lace and a jockstrap. And that covered far less.

Seb got dressed. He took a last look in the mirror and grinned. "This is going to be fun." He waltzed down to the sofa and got comfortable. Not all he had to do was wait.

[Ethan Cleary]

Ethan scuffed at Seb's replay. Of course, the door was unlocked. He closed his eyes and shook his head before putting the car in drive and speeding off.

His heart was a little fluttery. He knew what he was doing was wrong but he needed it. Well, Ethan thought he needed it. Maybe Seb was teaching him to live without substance abuse and see the light in life and to live it rather than killing himself.

His classic rock music blasted as he drove he didn't want to hear his thoughts so the louder the music the better. Luckily Sam wasn't home and he was sure he would be out until curfew as always. He didn't seem to like being home much.

It didn't talk long to get to Seb's place the town was small, he didn't even really have time to think about that was going to happen. That was good but bad. As he pulled up to Sebs driveway. He turned the engine off and set in the car for a moment. His heart was pounding now.

He knew what was going to happen and he was excited to get the feeling again. Gripping the steering wheel tight Ethan took a few deep breaths so calm his racing heart. With on last deep breath he got out of the car and shut the door.

The heals of his boots clicked as he walked to the driveway. He approached the door and gave a double knock before opening the door.

[Seb DeMarco]

Waiting. More waiting. A fuckload of waiting. Where the hell was Ethan? It's not like Seb did all of this for himself. Well, kinda but not really. If he wanted to have alone time there's things he could be doing and stuff from his drawers he could be stuffing somewhere else. The point is Ethan is taking too much time.

An unreasonable time later, or a reasonable time for everyone else, there was a knock at the door. Seb rolled his eyes. The invitation was pretty clear – the door is unlocked. But he can overlook that. The bent-up sexual energy was too good to resist. This leather and lace fantasy had to be seen.

When the mechanic walked in, he looked exactly like you'd expect an all-American working-class hunk of a DILF to look like. There was a reason Seb was so eager to get on his knees for this guy. It helped that he looked less like a man on the edge. Desperation is rarely attractive. Useful but not attractive.

"Took your sweet time," Seb grumbled. He got up from the couch to give his guest a better look at the outfit/lure. Straight or not, Ethan knows what his body can do. The lace made it into a tantalizing gift he has to unwrap. "I think I remember we had a deal – if my choice in clothes," he said, running his hand down his own bare chest, "turned you on, you'd do a little something for me this time."

If need be, Seb could do all the heavy lifting while Ethan was on his back. But that's not fun. And for some strange reason, it wasn't enough this time. The demigod wanted this man to want him and show it. Seb wanted to get a taste of the lust that was there the last time. Maybe in the process these expensive clothes will get ripped off. He won't mind as long as it's fun.

[Ethan Cleary]

"I wanted to keep you waiting for making me wait for this." He said as he slammed the down behind him. Fully unaware of his son and his little friends followed him here. He needed to feel it again, the high or buzz whatever it was Seb gave him. He put down his homophobic attitude to feel the rush again.

Oh yes, they did have a little wager. He had to admit to himself Seb was a sexy ass man and he knew it. His choice is clothing or what little he was wearing accentuates the sexiness. His manhood spoke for him. Rather than letting Seb speak. He aggressively approced him held his jaw and kissed him.

He didn't want to wait it out he needed Seb's touch to go through with this. Ethan closed his eyes and just tried to pretend it was his wife he was with again. Running his hands up and down his bare chest.

Meanwhile outside Iris and Sam weren't too far behind Ethan. Once they made it to the house it had been about 15 minutes since he had gone in. They were peddling compare to his speeding down the road. "Over there!" She pointed at his car.

Samuel Cleary

[Samuel Cleary]

(SHIT SORRY SO LATE)

"I see it!" Sam said back, as if he didn't see it with his own eyes. Skidding to a halt, he let gravel fly and then sat astride his bike as he looked up at the unfamiliar place. He frowned.

"Where is this?" And why the heck did his dad come rushing off here in such a hurry? It didn't make much sense to him. Glancing over at Iris, he shrugged, then set his bike down on the ground before approaching the place. What would make his dad come out here and was it the reason he was less... well, less of an asshole, if he was being honest. Lately, his dad had his head up in the clouds or something. Distracted but no longer as irritable and distant as he was. Not that he'd changed overnight into a good dad but he was definitely starting to grow into something different.

"You think he's got a girlfriend?" Sam said curiously as they approached the building. He wasn't sure if he should knock or not. He chewed his lower lip and started to raise his hand to do so.

[Seb DeMarco]

Fuck, this DILF was ready. They were just getting started and Seb had gotten a bit of what he wanted – that mouth and those hands. The mechanic knows what he's doing. Seb relinquished control to Ethan... but only until the demigod wanted something new. Until then, he rewarded the other man with the special kick through the tip of his tongue. Not very scorpion-like of Seb but it will do.

What won't do are interruptions. Most people might ignore it. Seb is not most people, nor sane but that's beside the point.

"Hold on a sec," Seb huffed out in a single breath, "I need to go yell at people and then we'll continue." It was risk leaving. Ethan might start thinking rationally. If only Seb didn't like a little risk. As he moved passed the other man, Seb slapped his ass. Just for fun. And it's a nice rear too.

Before the demigod opened the door, he turned on the camera that looked over the outside. Instead of some annoying preachers or pushy sellers, Seb saw children. Two of them – a boy and a girl. He didn't recognize the girl but the boy... he had familiar features, and he matched the pictures Seb's search had brought up. That right there was his mechanic's son.

For a second, Seb wanted to do the right thing. But why when being evil is so much more fun? He grinned from ear to ear and turned back towards Ethan. He didn't say a word before opening the door. Seb tilted his head out from behind the door and said, "Your father is right there."

[Iris Jones]

Before she knew it Sam was knocking on the door. The one his father just walked into. They were thinking a lady was going to open but to both of there surprise it was a man, in a very provocative outfit. Black lace and skin showing through. Olive skin, Iris turn away as she blushed.

Hiding in Sam's arm. She was too young for this, well not really she was aware of grown-up activities. Just no way in hell did she think she would find Ethan here with him. Speaking of him who was he?

Ethan on the other head jumped up as Seb gestured to him. What the fuck is Sam and Iris doing here? This killed the mood for sure and it really was pissing Ethan off. The rage was surfacing again. He could feel it deep down in him. He wanted to beat the shit out of his puck ass son for following him and taking away what he needed!

Iris, on the other hand, didn't know if it was safe to look up or not the last thing she wanted to see her best friend's dad's ding dong. What kind of trouble did the Scoobie's run into now? Was this some kind of blackmail or was it a fetish? She tried to shack the thought out of her head.

"Sam," Is all she could get out. She tightened her grip on his arm that she had her face hidden in.

[Samuel Cleary]

"Um..."

Sam had no idea what to say in the face of... whatever he was looking at. He didn't know where to look, either. A woman was one thing but this man in... that outfit... Sam's face heated up as he took a step back, recoiling from the sight. And also from the look in his dad's eyes as he stared at him. That was definitely the face of a man that was about to give him a good whacking if he didn't vacate the premises like right now.

His gaze skirted over his father and then over his male friend and he didn't know what else to do except grab onto Iris' hand and drag her away from the scene. He didn't even apologize; as far as he was concerned, he had nothing to apologize for! But he needed to get the hell out of there before something awful happened.

"Let's go," Sam said tightly as he quickly moved away, wishing he could bleach his memories.