Page 103 of Hollow Heart

Felix pauses as I grunt in defeat.

“It’s Bobby, I have to take this.” I sigh.

He rarely calls me, unless it’s important, and already my parental worries start to swirl.

Felix bites his lip, nodding, but he doesn’t move from his spot between my legs.

Instead he just lazily draws lines along the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my cock, while he intently watches me.

“Bobby? Is everything okay?” I answer the call as I sit up, lightly pushing Felix aside so that I can stand.

He moves languidly, pulling his knee up to his chest, his tongue jiggling his lip ring.

My cock twitches as his gaze focuses on me.

“Everything is fine, Dad. I just wanted to ask when you were coming home?”

His voice is even, but I detect a hint of nerves.

“We’re wrapping up in about an hour, why? Did you want to go somewhere for dinner tonight?”

“Actually, I was thinking I could make dinner, and maybe... um... maybe I could bring a friend over. To meet you, of course.”

My blood chills, because I’m aware by the enunciation of the word “friend”, that this kid is more than just a friend.

“What, uh... what friend?” I ask, biting my lip.

I adjust my cock in my boxers and zip my pants up, watching as Felix’s bright eyes sparkle with intrigue.

I mouth my apology, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He just keeps watching me with an evil grin that makes me worried he’s lost his marbles or something.

“Brendan. I know I’ve mentioned him before, and I just, uh... I thought it would be cool to introduce you.”

“Of course. It’s fine. Just don’t make me cook,” I tease.

Bobby sighs, but it isn’t annoyed.

It hides a hint of laughter.

“Obviously. I do want to make a good impression, after all. Which means you also need to be on your best behavior. I mean it, Dad. Don’t be weird.”

I grin as Felix gets up.

“Sounds like this kid might be more than a friend if you’re giving me a warning.”

“Oh my God, Dad! Just... don’t. Please. Just... be chill. Please, I’m begging you.”

“Noted,” I say as Felix comes to stand beside me, sinking his hands into his pockets.

“We should head back,” he says calmly, nodding toward the door. “Break is almost over.”

“I gotta go, Bobby. I’ll see you in a couple hours, okay?”

After the line goes dead, I slide my phone back in my back pocket.

“Sorry about that,” I say, feeling strangely on the spot.

Felix gingerly slides his hands up underneath my Slayer shirt.

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