Warnings: Incest Pairing: Tom /Kyle Rating: FRAO
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Kyle was awake and that was good news Tom supposed. Except the circumstances of his recovery were just as mysterious as his illness and somehow Shawn was involved in both. Secretly Tom Baldwin was relieved to find his son disoriented. The last thing he needed was the boy to rouse from his three year sleep shouting accusations of molestation no matter how true the allegations may be. Tom didn't see himself as an incestuous pedophile. He loved his son. No that was not quite true. He amended that thought to he lusted after his son. There was a brief moment during their encounter where Kyle had stopped fighting. Tom wasn't sure if he imagined it or embellished what really happened in his head. But for a brief moment, Kyle had stopped struggling and breathlessly called him dad.
Moving back in with Linda was more for his own self preservation than trying to make things normal for Kyle. Tom felt like a criminal cornered by the police with no way out. It pained him to see Kyle so lost and confused but the alternative scared him even more. Plus with his involvement with the returnees, it was going to be impossible to keep an eye on Kyle. That would leave Linda alone with him for the better part of the day. What if Kyle came to himself and told his mother everything. Tom knew asking Ryland for leave from NTAC again was out of the question. Denial was his only option should Kyle remember what happened. He would have to assert that Kyle's memories were jumbled by whatever happened to him out by the lake.
Kyle had been home for three weeks and nothing had changed. Linda was a wreck and since Tom had a few days off, he insisted that she get away for the weekend and promised to call her should there be any change in their son. It took a lot of persuading, but in the end Linda conceded that she needed the break. Sending her off with his sister Susan, Tom settled in prepared to deal with whatever new situation came up with his son.
Kyle spent the majority of Friday after his mother left, going through his things and rearranging his room. Tom watched from the doorway as he son arranged and rearranged things, never seeming satisfied at the completion of the task. Tom stepped into the room determined to distract his son from his task.
"Hey buddy, you wanna go out and get some lunch?"
Kyle looked at Tom bewildered, walking towards him slowly. Tom stood still as his son approached him. When they were inches apart, Kyle cautiously reached out and touched his father's face with his fingertips.
"We used to do this." It came out more like a question than a statement.
"Kyle," Tom began, feeling awkward at his son's caresses.
Kyle let his fingers play over his father's lips and it took every bit of effort from the older man not to give in and draw those fingers into his mouth. Kyle was watching him intently. Tom knew he was remembering.
"Kyle, what I did to you...it wasn't..."
Before he could finish, Tom found his chin being pulled towards his son's face and within in seconds, their mouths collided. Kyle kissed Tom hungrily, insistently and Tom against his better judgment gave into his son's need. His hands drew his son in by the waist and held on tight as the kiss intensified. After a brief moment, Tom thought better of what they were doing and tried to pull away. His son gripped both sides of his face with his hands and held Tom's lips against his own. The senior Baldwin wrestled with putting a stop to what was happening before he dug himself in deeper. With that thought in mind, he pulled himself away from his son.
"Kyle, I'm your father."
"I know who you are," Kyle spat out. "I know who my mom is, that this is my room. I remember everything. It's just that..."
"What son...what?"
"It feels like somebody else's memories. I need you to help me...why won't you help me?" Kyle was crying.
Tom pulled his son into his arms, "Tell me how. I'll do anything, just tell me."
"Give me this. It's the only thing that feels real."
Kyle kissed his father again, sobbing against his mouth.
"Kyle...I'm here. I'll try to help," he spoke against his son's lips.
Kyle was pulling Tom towards him, towards the bed. For a brief moment the elder Baldwin panicked. Three years ago having his son was all he wanted, now, although the feelings hadn't changed, he wasn't sure if giving Kyle what he was asking for was in his son's best interest.
Kyle looked up into the older blond's eyes. "Please dad."
Tom didn't hesitate any longer. What he saw in his son's eyes today was what he thought he only imagined three years ago. He backed his son up to the side of his bed and kissed him passionately. This time the only struggle from Kyle was the urgent need to get them both undressed as quickly as possible. The sound of shoes hitting the wall as they were kicked off and the panting as each tried to undress themselves and each other filled to room. Tom dragged his tee shirt over his head. Before he could get it off, Kyle's warm mouth was attached to his left nipple and he was being pulled forward across the bed. He managed to get his pants unzipped and halfway down his thighs before he found himself pressed hard against his son's half naked body.
Tom gave himself over fully to temptation and touched Kyle everywhere his hands could reach. He kissed his boy fiercely on the lips and slipped his tongue inside the pliable warm mouth. He let his hands roam freely over his sons toned chest and flat stomach. He slid down the pale body and licked at each nipple before descending on his navel. He felt his sons stomach quiver as he let his tongue circle the perimeter before dipping into the depression. Tom knew he would use the same technique when he ventured lower. His right hand reached above him and twisted one nub gently between his fingertips while the other hand slid lower and traced delicate circles in the hairy pelvic region. Tom felt Kyle's hands pushing his head lower. The boy's legs were shifting up and down and his lower body was thrusting up indicating the urgency with which he needed his father to explore further.
Had it been anyone else, Tom would have taken his time, teased just a little. But it wasn't anybody else. It was Kyle and Kyle seemed to need this desperately, so he let his head be forced down to where it had intended to go all along. Tom buried his nose in the blond curly pubes of his son, inhaling the sent of ivory and the days musk on him. He heard his son gasp above him and buried his nose deeper, feeling the curls rub against his nose and lips. Tom darted out his tongue and lapped at the corn silk there. Now his son's hands were yanking down his head, fingers wrapped tightly in his hair. Tom pressed on, kneeling on the floor, his head buried between his sons legs.
With little prompting, Kyle bent his knees, resting the soles of his feet on the edge of the bed on opposite sides of Tom's broad shoulders. Tom took his son's length and lifted it, lapping at the underside starting at the base and dragging his tongue up to the tip, circling the sensitive ridge before starting the journey back down again.
"Daddy," Kyle moaned and it sent a shock wave straight to Tom's cock.
He was leaking steadily and he grasped his own cock firmly in his fist, gathering the precum and dragging it up and down his hard shaft. He continued his work on Kyle's cock before popping the hard shaft into his mouth, slurping it and fisting it at the same time. Kyle was writhing on the bed frantically and muttering words Tom could barely make out. An occasional "so good" and "yes, there" made their way through the barrage of grunts and groans escaping his sons lips. Tom could wait no longer, He dug his fingers into the the back of his boy's thighs and pushed them further apart. Kyle's rosy pucker winked into view and Tom dove in, bathing the opening with his tongue. The taste of his son only made him salivate more. He circled the opening lapping around and around and dipping in and pulling out. He loved the sensation of the muscle clamping down on his tongue and then relaxing with just a wiggle of his tongue.
Kyle was no longer muttering, he was begging "please dad" and "now dad". Tom didn't hesitate. He fucked his son's ass with his tongue for a few short minutes, occasionally dipping a finger or two in for good measure. When Kyle started wailing, Tom knew it was time. He crawled onto the edge of the bed, placing his knees firmly against each side of his boy's hips. He lined himself up with his son's opening and slid the tip in.
"Yes," his son hissed, dragging the 's' out.
Tom nudged gently forward, stilling for a moment to give Kyle some time to adjust to him.
"Okay baby?" Tom asked softly.
Kyle opened his mouth but only nodded as if coherent thought had left him. Tom understood. He'd barely gotten his own words out. Soon he found himself thrusting a little hard in and out of his son. Kyle was reaching up for him.
"Closer," Kyle said, staring up at his father with pleading eyes.
Tom pushed in further, resting his upper torso against the warmth of his son. He clasped Kyle's face in his strong hands and kissed him fervently, letting his tongue slide inside his son's mouth and mate with Kyle's hungry tongue. Kyle was thrusting up against him. His cock pressing into Tom's stomach. Tom grabbed his son's right hand in his left and guiding it around Kyle's cock. Tom guided the hand beneath his up and down the pulsating shaft, setting a pace equal to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Kyle's breathing became harsh and Tom broke the kiss to allow them both time to recuperate. A few short gasps from his son and Kyle's back was arched off the bed. Tom knew his boy was close to completion. Tom thrust even harder now slamming in and out of his son. He knew Kyle would feel it for a few days but Tom could no longer control himself. His own grunts and groans were rivaled only by Kyle's. Within a few minutes both men were gasping, Kyle calling for his father and Tom calling out his son's name. As both men came, clutching onto each other for dear life, neither noticed the tall slim blond figure in the hallway just left of the door retreating into the shadow.