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Oliver braved himself up and moved in closer underneath the blankets and snuggled into he's father, and once again like nearly every night Roger gave up and let him. 

Oliver was a grown man, but Roger let him act like that because he felt bad for him (along with enjoying having a bed buddy.) Oliver didn't just cuddle for sexual reasons, he also did in for trauma reasons as well. But for Roger he felt like it was mostly sexual. Lightly Oliver rubbed Roger by accident in a sexual place. "Woah there... be careful." Roger said in a half pained half caring way. Roger's hair was so messy it laid across he's pillow like black spaghetti. Oliver ran he's fingers across the hair in a loving way. "What's gotten into you tonight?" Roger asked. Oliver got into a position where he's stomach was pressed up against River's upper back, and then he's hand reached down and lightly grabbed onto Roger's penis. "Oliver, not tonight please... I'm not in the mood." Oliver tired to make Roger erect, but Roger swatted he's hand away and kept them that way. "You shouldn't do something so hanise so casually." "That's brave words coming from a man who did that to me first." Oliver said in a surprisingly hateful tone of voice. "Well... just because I did something evil doesn't mean you should. Your a better man then I am." Oliver just shook he's head. "Like father like son..."

The room they where in was a dark purple lighted by a yellow candle to Roger's left side of the nightstand. It was the guest room they'd been sleeping in as of late, because it was small hidden like a underground bat cave. Far away from prying eyes willing and honest in their judgements. Roger and Oliver had been sinning for months now. Oliver owned the home Roger was staying at. He felt bad for not being able to help he's son's mental distress. And Oliver said this was the only thing that helped him. Roger wondered if this was because he didn't hug or ever touched him much after the injury. Right now in the bed they where both completely naked other then Oliver wearing a white thin tank top.

"Dad." Oliver started. "What's the difference between me and mom?" Roger shifted in he's place. Roger hated questions like that. He didn't need to be choosing he's dead wife or he's youngest son over who was a better fuck. But that's what Oliver wanted to know so badly. "A lot of things. Please don't ask me things like that. It's a disgrace to her memory." "I just want to know what would make you like me more." Oliver said plainly. "Oliver, I don't want you to change at all. I just want you to get better health wise." Oliver moved down a little and pressed he's face into he's father's back. "I wish you saw me as a lover." Roger cringed. "How could I see a person as a lover, who at one point I held in one of my hands when you where a small naked baby." "I see you as a lover. And you held me in your arms when I was a baby. I don't really understand why that is so hard to get around." "Oliver, when you have children of your own you'll understand. I don't see you in a uh, sexual light." Oliver's brow furrowed. "You've never been sexually attracted to me?" "No. No I just couldn't. Yes it's true I enjoy our... uh sex. But I couldn't see you like that." Oliver just rubbed he's head against he's father's back. Roger did honestly enjoy having sex with Oliver. Regardless of how he felt about himself afterwards. Roger liked how willing and open Oliver was, and really just laying next to a another adult made him feel alive again. "Hey dad..." "Yes?" "Remember 5 days ago, when we where having sex, and when we took a break you moved up from me and smiled down at me?" Roger blushed and shut he's eyes. "Yes, yes I do. Why?" "Because, it was odd. But it felt good. The hole time you've been hear you haven't gave me a real smile, I don't think you've given me a real smile since I broke my legs. It was just nice." Roger turned over and looked Oliver right in the face. He was still blushing and slowly he gave him a slow smile, not a real one but a sorry one. Oliver didn't smile back, but he did lean in and kiss Roger. Roger didn't kiss back, but he did wrap he's arms around the neck of he's son and tried to smile better when Oliver pulled out of the kiss. Oliver moved in close and held onto Roger's neck and chest, and the way Oliver moved in remined Roger of he's own dead wife, and that made Roger lean back in and cry.