"Don't be nervous, baby," Jon said with a smile as he turned off his truck.

"Nervous? Who said anything about nervous?" I looked at him with wide eyes. He just gave me a stern look and I lowered my eyes. "Okay, I'm nervous."

"Everyone will love you. You don't have anything to worry about."

I sighed.

It was my first time attending one of Jon's softball games with him. He would know everyone there and I had given him permission to introduce me as his boyfriend. We were starting to get pretty serious and I thought it was only fair that he be able to introduce me as such instead of saying, "This is my friend...Beau." That would've been weird because they would know I wasn't just his friend, so instead of having to deal with awkward nods and odd looks, I decided it was about time I be called his boyfriend.

And truthfully...I was pretty happy about it.

It was a nice feeling to be able to say that again.

It had been two weeks since I'd found the ring and I was still wearing it. It made me happy to look at it and it really didn't seem like Jon minded at all.

"I just..." I started but didn't know how to continue. Jon softly patted my thigh and I tried to smile. "I guess I'm worried what they'll think of me. Harrison didn't have friends." I kind of chuckled at that. "He didn't socialize with anyone besides the other church members. You're obviously a lot more...friendly." I smiled wryly. "And I want to make a good impression."

He smiled kindly. "You will, baby. I promise."

I sighed again and nodded. I certainly hoped so. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself.

He got out of the truck and came around, opening my door for me. He helped me out and he was about to close the door before I remembered something.

"Wait, I almost forgot!"

I reached into the truck and grabbed the pompoms I had left on the floor of the truck.

Jon chuckled at me. "I can't believe you bought those." He shook his head.

I held them close to my chest. "Well, I need to cheer my man on more than any of the other sluts watching."

He laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he started walking towards the field. "Other sluts? You're implying that you're one too?"

"Maybe." I shrugged. He just laughed again and kissed the side of my head. "Do these people know you're into guys?" I asked.

"Yeah, they do. Don't worry, they won't be surprised."

"What about my age?"

"Okay. They might be a little surprised at that."

"Great," I muttered.

He just laughed again. He was in a very good mood today and that made me happy.

I didn't mind being younger than Jon, not anymore at least. Obviously I had always been turned on by older men. The problem I'd had was the fear of Jon dying like Harrison had, but I was getting over that. I think there would always be a little fear in the back of my mind, but I was beginning to believe that Jon wouldn't leave me so quickly and suddenly.

What I was worried about today was what other people would think. I just hated the looks people gave you when there was a very obvious age difference between you and your partner.

I expected a comment or two because Harrison and I had usually gotten them. Sometimes it bothered Harrison that he was old enough to be my father—and people had mistaken us for father and son more than once—but I didn't think it would get to Jon like it had gotten to Harrison, so I was thankful for that.

We approached the field and Jon said, "Why don't you take a seat?" Gesturing towards the bleachers. "I'll introduce you to everyone after the game."

I smiled and nodded, shaking my pompoms at him which made him laugh. He kissed me once before I scurried away to find a good seat.

There were a few people here to watch the game, mostly women and kids. I assumed they were the players' families. It made me giddy that I was important enough to Jon that he wanted me to go with him to something like this when clearly it was a family affair.

I took a seat in a row by myself, near the middle so I would have the perfect view.

I didn't know anything about softball or baseball, but I hoped I would catch on quickly.

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Fifteen minutes later, I was bored out of my mind.

Now I remembered why I didn't watch sports.

Jon was on the field and I kept my eyes on him the majority of the time, but the other team was so bad that the ball never got past the pitcher and none of them ever made it to any bases. Shouldn't these old men be better than a bunch of five-year-olds? I was embarrassed for them.

I was beginning to think it was a bad idea to come to this, but then the teams switched and it was time for Jon's team to bat.

I shook my pompoms a little and waved at Jon when he looked at me. I felt some of the wives giving me curious looks, but I ignored them.

He went to the dugout and disappeared from my view.

I kind of lost track of time again because even while Jon's team was running to the bases I was bored out of my mind.

I liked Jon but I wasn't sure if I could come to one of these games again.

I yawned and then Jon came out to bat. I immediately jumped to my feet and screamed, shaking my pompoms.

He looked over at me, moving his hand as if he was trying to telling me to calm down and sit. I just smiled and kept screaming. It looked like he let out a breath and then stepped up to bat.

I quieted down while he concentrated and then once his bat connected with the ball that was pitched at him I started screaming again.

The ball went really far into the outfield, but it wasn't quite a home run. He was still able to run to a few bases and two of his teammates made it to home base.

I screamed his name and shook my pompoms again.

He waved at me from the field and I could just barely make out his wide smile.

I smiled to myself, feeling so happy, and I sat back down. Maybe the game wasn't so bad after all.

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Jon's team won by a landslide which I wasn't surprised about in the slightest.

When both teams were done shaking hands and being good sports, Jon motioned his hand for me to come over.

I jumped to my feet and scurried down the bleachers. I made my way onto the field and met up with Jon. He smiled and kissed me on the top of my head.

His teammates were standing around and a couple were watching us. Jon wrapped his arm around my shoulders and started guiding me toward his friends.

My heart beat a little faster because I was unsure what these people would think of me. Jon was a manly man type and I was pretty obviously gay. I didn't know how they would react to that.

"Hey everyone," Jon started when he approached his friends. "This is my boyfriend Beau."

"Hey, Beau," said one buff guy with a beard.

"Robbing the cradle, Jon?" Another guy asked with a chuckle.

My mouth quirked to the side so I would keep my mouth shut. I knew Jon wasn't embarrassed by my age like Harrison had been, but I still didn't like people being so obviously rude.

"Shut the fuck up, Kevin," Jon said with a scoff. "You wish you could get someone this young." Jon then smacked my ass. I jumped, making a squeaking sound, and then slapped him on the chest.

"Hey, don't be getting fresh, Mister," I said with a glare. But to be honest I had liked the short spanking a little too much and I wanted to make sure he didn't do it again because I would get hard in my jeans.

He looked down at me with a raised eyebrow and he must of seen something in my expression because he smirked after that.

I sighed and gave him another glare.

A medium sized guy came up to me and held his hand out for me to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Beau. I'm Jose. Please ignore all these cavemen. Especially Jon."

I smirked at him, shaking his hand. "Jon is a caveman, isn't he?"

Jon threw his hands up. "I'm right here. And stop flirting with my boyfriend, Jose. Seriously."

Jose let go of my hand, looking at Jon and smiling. "Well if you're not going to treat him right I just want him to know he was more options."

I giggled. The two of them were clearly good friends and it was nice that they could joke about this kind of thing. Jose made me feel incredibly more comfortable around this crowd.

"Fuck off," Jon said but with a smile.

"So, Beau," Jose began, "We always go get a drink after a game. Are you coming along?"

I looked up at Jon, but he just smiled at me, letting me make my own decision.

I looked back at Jose and nodded.

"Great," he said, grinning. "You can ride with me." He stared putting his arm around me, but Jon yanked me and tucked me against his side.

"Get your own," Jon said.

"I'm not a toy," I said, amused at Jon and his friend.

"Well, he can still get his own," Jon grumbled and started walking towards the parking lot.

I heard Jose and the rest of the guys laughing as they followed us off the field.

_____

The bar was loud and crowded so I stayed very close to Jon, but I didn't think he had a problem with that. He kept suspiciously eyeing Jose, but he would just grin back. I was beginning to think Jose didn't really want me, he just liked messing with Jon. I thought their entire interactions were beyond amusing.

I met the entire team and they were all really friendly. No one was too rude about me being a man or being much younger than Jon. I didn't feel judged at all and I wish Harrison was here to see that he didn't have as much to be embarrassed about as he always thought. Jon didn't let our age embarrass him and I wish Harrison had gotten to that point during our relationship but he never had.

I bit my lip, telling myself that I needed to stop comparing Harrison to Jon. They were two completely different people. That's one reason I liked Jon so much.

I didn't need another guy exactly like Harrison because no one could ever replace him. He was my first love, the love of my life. No one would compare to that.

That's why Jon was amazing.

He was different.

And I needed different.

I looked over at him, sitting next to me while he talked to his friends. He was still on his first beer while everyone else was on their third. I had told him he could drink and I would be the designated driver so that he could have fun with his friends. But he had insisted on staying sober.

I think it was because he wanted to take care of me and didn't want to let himself get carried away. He was always so concerned about me. My wellbeing came first before anything else to him.

He wanted me to be happy.

I continued watching him and he must of felt my eyes on him because he turned his head and looked over at me. He gave me a smile but a questioning look. I just smiled back and shook my head, letting him know that nothing was wrong.

He kissed my temple and turned his friend on the other side of me.

I began feeling this thing in my stomach.

I didn't understand it at first and I just looked around the room, staying quiet and thinking.

What was this feeling?

I looked back at Jon. He had turned to another friend and laughed at something he said.

Butterflies went crazy in my belly.

This feeling was something I had definitely felt before, but it had been so long.

I didn't want to give it a word because it was too soon. It was too soon to talk about this with Jon. Not while I was still dealing with Harrison's death and was wearing the ring he had bought for me.

But I didn't want to just ignore this feeling.

I needed to do something.

Something had to change between Jon and I.

I put my hand on his shoulder, turning more towards him. I tugged on his shirt a little bit and he turned towards me, still smiling from what his friend had said.

I tilted my head up, putting my lips right up to his ear.

I whispered, "Take me home, Daddy."

I felt him take a breath in and then he pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes.

I remembered what he said about saying that word again and I knew he remembered too.

He gave me the most shocked, questioning look.

I just bit my lip and nodded.

Jon immediately stood. He stood up so fast that he jostled the table and a couple of the full drinks spilled a little over the edge. "We have to go now," he said a little too loudly.

I covered my mouth, giggling.

His friends gave him curious looks, but they all said their goodbyes.

Jon took my hand and I stood up.

He gave me a look like he was trying to make sure I hadn't changed my mind in thirty seconds. I just smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

Tonight we were furthering our relationship and I wasn't changing my mind.

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We made to Jon's house and when we entered he slammed the door and immediately picked me up, pressing me against the wall next to the door.

He kissed me with more heat than he ever had. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck, tightening my legs around his waist.

Jon pulled away from my lips, pressing his forehead against mine. "Tell me how far you want to go before I get carried away," he said, breathing heavily already.

I chewed on my lip before answering. "Not...too far." I wasn't ready to go all the way with him, but I still wanted to be with him in someway tonight.

"Okay, baby. Whatever you're ready for." He kissed me again then suddenly pulled me away from the wall.

He carried me through the house, stumbling around in the dark, looking for the bedroom.

When we finally made it into the bedroom, he didn't bother turning on the light. He just tossed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him to pull him closer.

I moaned as he ran a hand up my shirt. I hadn't felt like this in awhile and I was getting too excited too quickly.

Jon started kissing my neck, licking and nibbling.

I grabbed his hair in my fingers. "I don't want to come in my pants like a teenage boy. I'm out of practice." I gasped as he bit down hard.

"When was the last time you came?" He asked, kissing up my neck all the way up to my cheek.

"I don't know." I sighed as he moved to my ear and started tugging on my earlobe with his teeth.

"Since...?" He trailed off, not wanting to mention Harrison's name while we were in bed together which I was eternally grateful for.

I started tugging at Jon's shirt, wanting to get him naked. "Maybe once since then. But it wasn't satisfying. I need you to make me feel good, Daddy." I wiggled under him, rubbing our cocks together through our clothes.

He growled and quickly took his shirt off and practically ripped mine from my body. He kissed down my chest and got to my jeans, undoing them deftly. He continued kissing my skin as he took my pants off along with my boxer briefs.

He kissed my lower belly and inner thighs. My cock was painfully hard, but I let Jon take it slow. I tried to calm down a little, but it was practically impossible. I wanted him too badly.

Then suddenly, he took my cock into his mouth. I gasped and clenched the blankets in my fingers. I moaned as he sucked and sucked.

"I can't," I gasped, shaking my head back and forth. "I can't." I was barely holding onto my orgasm.

He took his mouth away only to lick my cock. "Come whenever you want to."

"Touch me," I whispered, taking hold of his hand to guide his fingers to my hole.

He groaned, gently caressing me as I panted.

He gently touched the outside of my hole, never entering me but it was almost too much. I had wanted him to touch my ass, but now I was regretting it. My ass was always more sensitive than my cock and I could barely take the soft touches.

"Please," I whined, not really sure what I was asking for.

Jon took my cock back into his mouth, sucking gently and he then slowly entered me with his finger. He hadn't used any lube or saliva, but it only hurt the tiniest bit.

I moaned louder and louder. Having my cock and ass stimulated all at once was going to send me over the edge at any minute. I bucked up into his mouth, but that took his finger too far out of my ass, so I ground back down on him.

His finger went as far as it could go and then he found my prostate. Within a second, I screamed and came into his mouth.

He swallowed everything and kept sucking. I panted and eventually whined when it became too much. He pulled off my cock and took his finger out of me.

He moved back up so he could look into my eyes. "I'm sorry," I said. "That all went so fast."

He shushed me and kissed me. "We have the rest of the night to do whatever we want and every day after that too." He smiled at me and I smiled back.

I didn't deserve Jon. I didn't know why I was lucky enough for him to come into my life. But I was so happy that he had.

We took a break, cuddling naked together. And then later that night we played with each other again, and again, and again. All into the early hours of the morning.

We laughed and kissed and touched each other everywhere.

I couldn't remember being so happy.

_______

In the morning I laid in Jon's bed, basking in the warmth of his body, pressing against mine. I smiled at the little snores he made and how he would tighten his grip on my hip every couple minutes. The clock on the nightstand read ten am, so I figured he would be waking up soon and decided I was going to be a good boyfriend and try to whip up some breakfast.

I gently pulled away from Jon's grip on me and got out of bed. On my way out of the room, I picked up Jon's shirt from yesterday off the floor and put it on. It was really oversized on me and hung down to my things. I put the collar up to my nose and smelled it. I smiled at his scent and carried on to the kitchen.

I tried to think of what I could make for breakfast that I wouldn't fuck up. I saw a loaf of bread on the counter and decided that it would just have to be toast and coffee. I didn't know how to make much else.

Since I'd been to his house a couple times now, I knew where most of the stuff was and I grabbed the coffee tin from the cupboard. I thought Jon was sophisticated, but he drank really shitty coffee.

It took me a minute to figure out how to work his coffee maker, but finally I got it and started scooping in the ground up beans. As I was turning the machine on, I heard something at the front door.

For a moment I thought someone was trying to break into the house, but then I realized what I heard was someone unlocking the door. And then someone came in.

My heart was beating like a rabbit's and I had myself plastered against the edge of the counter. Who the fuck could be coming in here?

I heard the door closing and someone set something by the door. That's when the coffee maker decided to make a loud gurgling noise. I heard footsteps coming toward the kitchen.

"Dad?"

And then some kid poked his head into the kitchen.

"Oh," he said. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, looking at me and shuffling his feet. He had to have been at least sixteen. He had blonde hair, but aside from that he was the spitting image of Jon.

"Hi," I squeaked, for lack of knowing something better to say, like "Why the fuck didn't your FATHER tell me that he had a fucking son?!" That man had some explaining to do!

"Hey," he said back. His voice was deep, probably deeper than mine and he was obviously younger than me. "Are you my dad's boyfriend?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah," I said, feeling awkward for having to have his conversation knowing nothing about this kid. "I'm Beau." What else could I say when I knew nothing about him? And by nothing, I meant I didn't even know about his fucking existence!

"I'm Ethan."

"It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too. My dad's told me a little about you."

I swallowed and tugged on the shirt I was wearing, suddenly realizing I was half naked. My face turned red as I looked back at Ethan. This was the worst thing that had happened to me in a long time. I felt humiliated and so angry.

The coffee maker beeped to inform me that the coffee was ready. "Do you drink coffee?" I asked.

"Sometimes." He shrugged.

"Well, have some if you want. I'm gonna wake up your dad."

Ethan nodded and we walked by each other as I went to the leave the kitchen and he was going to the coffee machine. He was just as tall as his dad. I felt tiny and scurried away.

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I poked Jon's cheek hard. I was sitting crosslegged on the bed next to him, trying to wake him up in a mean way without being loud. I poked him again.

He grumbled and batted my hand away, trying to fall back asleep. I poked him three times, hard enough to make it uncomfortable but not painful.

He made a sleepy grumbly noise again. "Baby, you know I really like you," he said with his eyes closed. "But what the fuck are you doing? We had a late night. And I'm apparently old, as you've told me many times."

I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what to say. I climbed on top of him, straddling him.

"Oh," he said, with a slight chuckle. "So this is what you had in mind for the morning?" He went to grab my ass, but I violently batted his hands away.

"That is not going to happen...Not while your son is in the kitchen," I said, seething.

Jon's eyes flew open and he looked at me. I couldn't quite read his expression. Maybe a little shock, a little guilt, a little trepidation, wanting to know how pissed I was.

"Baby," he started.

"Don't 'baby' me right now." I pointed right at his face, trying to seem menacing.

He pursed his lips and stayed quiet a moment, then he ran his hands up and down my sides under his large t-shirt. "Let me start out by saying I'm sorry."

"I suppose that would be a good place to begin."

He gave me a pleading look. "I didn't mean to keep them a secret for so long."

"Them?!" I just about flew off the bed and turned into a mess on the floor. What the fuck was happening? "You have more than one?!"

"Beau." He squeezed my sides and that calmed me enough to stay still. I always wanted to listen to that tone of voice. "Yes, I have a son and daughter. Katie is twenty-two and Ethan is seventeen."

I felt like I was panicking and about to start hyperventilating. "Your daughter is only three years younger than I am? Isn't that weird? Doesn't that creep you out? Harrison didn't have children. He would've never dated me if he did. You have kids! Don't you feel like you're robbing the cradle?"

"Baby, shh. You're talking too fast."

I sighed and fiddled with my hair and then the shirt I was wearing. "Sorry...it's just a lot to take in. I'm kind of terrified."

He gave me a look of apology and sympathy. "I know, honey. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. But truthfully, I was afraid it would scare you away. You're young, I knew you wouldn't want to eventually be the stepdad of two kids that aren't even that much younger than you. I was scared. I was scared you wouldn't want to be with me anymore."

My voice was quiet. "You?...Scared?"

He smiled a little, but it was sad. "The idea of losing you scares me, Beau."

I almost burst into tears. I fell on top of him and hugged him as tight as I could. He hugged me back and it made me feel so safe and loved.

No, no. Not that word. Not yet.

My mind was too blown over the thought of Jon having kids to think about the L word right now.

And it was too soon.

"Do you forgive me?" he whispered against my head.

"I don't know yet," I said against his chest. "You have some explaining to do. I feel like I don't even know you now. Are you straight and just trying out the gay experience? You were with a woman right?"

He rubbed circles on my back. "I'm bisexual, but yes, I was married to a woman. Her name is Heather. We dated in high school–"

"And I bet she was the head cheerleader while you were the hot captain of the baseball team." I sneered. Jon was silent. "Typical."

"May I finish?" he asked, slightly sarcastically. He sounded like he wanted to give me a good, hard spanking. My ass tingled at the thought. I nodded and he continued. "We dated in high school, broke up for year when we started college, but ended up getting back together. After we graduated college and felt like our lives were in order, we got married and had Katie. I think after Katie is when I realized maybe we weren't meant to be together after all. Having a child together created a lot of animosity between us, but we both loved Katie and that kept us together.

Five years later we had Ethan. I think it was our last effort to see if it would fix our marriage, but it didn't. We never talked about feelings with each other, Heather was never good at expressing herself. We actually stayed together until Ethan was seven, but I found out that she had been cheating on me for years and I was just finished after that.

I had stayed in that awful marriage for our kids, but I wasn't going to be walked all over. So I left, got a divorce, made sure I had rights to see my kids even though she fought it. We've been divorced for ten years."

I sighed and leaned up to kiss him. He seemed caught off guard but kissed me back.

I pulled away and said, "I'm still not happy. You've got some extreme sucking up to do."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You really want to talk that way to Daddy?"

I bit my lip, wanting him to flip me over and pound me into the bed. But I mentally scolded myself, his son was here.

"Well, Daddy, your son is here and I told him I was waking you up. Maybe you can punish me later," I said, smiling cheekily. He growled and kissed me hard. I kissed back for a moment before I pushed away. I hopped out of bed and put some pants on and my own shirt. "Coffee is ready by the way."

I then swayed my hips back and forth and walked out of the bedroom.

I found Ethan in the kitchen putting about a cup of creamer into his mug of coffee.

"Save some for me," I said. I hated coffee but if the kid was drinking it, I was going to force myself to drink it too...I might need more creamer than him.

He smiled shyly at me and set the creamer down. "My dad...didn't tell you about me, did he?"

"What?" I asked with wide eyes.

"You seemed to have no idea who I was when I walked in. I figured he didn't tell you about me," he answered and stared down at his full mug.

Oh fuck. What was I supposed to say to that?

I fiddled with the hem of my t-shirt and thought of what to say.

"Your dad fucked up," I finally said. He looked over at me with wide eyes. Maybe I shouldn't have sworn but I was running with it. "He wasn't...ashamed of you or anything. He was afraid I would run off before I even got to know him. And he's probably right. I'm not that much older than you."

"You do look really young." He nodded. "He said you were younger, but he never said how much."

"So see, he kept secrets from the both of us. He should be groveling at our feet." I smirked.

Ethan laughed and then looked down at his coffee.

Then Jon walked into the kitchen. He smiled at the both of us, but Ethan and I each gave him a glare.

He laughed at that, probably knowing that I was no threat. He came over to us, putting one arm around my shoulders and the other around Ethan's.

"You guys don't know how happy I am that you're finally meeting." He turned and kissed the side of my head.

"We could've met sooner if you weren't a sneaky liar," I singsonged.

"Exactly," Ethan said, looking at me with a smile.

"Okay, okay. So I screwed up. Are you guys going to forgive me?" Jon asked, looking between the both of us.

I put a finger to my chin and tapped it. "What do you think, Ethan? Shouldn't he do something for us?"

Ethan grinned at me. "I think he should take us to that new action movie and buy us all the candy and popcorn that we want."

"Perfect!" I exclaimed. "What do you think, Daddy?" I said and immediately covered my mouth.

Ethan's eyes were wide, but mine were probably wider. Jon let go of our shoulders and doubled over with laughter.

"Okay, ew," Ethan said but he was smiling. "Maybe keep that to your kinky selves."

I just nodded quickly, feeling mortified. "Agreed."

Jon tried to catch his breath after his laughing fit.

I smiled at the both of them and realized I was happier than I had been in a really long time. This moment even beat last night with Jon. It was so nice to be around people and feel happy.

"So, movie?" Jon asked when he'd calmed down.

"Yes," Ethan and I said at the same time.

Ethan said, "Meet you at the car, old man." And wrapped an arm around my shoulders before guiding my out of the kitchen.

I smiled even wider.

This was amazing.

Ethan started talking about himself and asking questions about me as well. He laughed at my self deprecating humor and I chuckled when he joked too.

We walked outside and out to the car and Jon quickly followed, telling us to wait up.

I felt...

I felt like I had a family again.

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Sorry this took a million and a half years to get up!

I absolutely hate HATE baseball so that scene at Jon's game was pretty painful to write. I'm bored to tears every time I have to watch a game. And I'm sorry if any of the terms are incorrect. I used my limited knowledge of the game and didn't look anything up lol. At least I know a little bit more about baseball than I do about football. I could never write a detailed football scene.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! There was a pretty big reveal ;) what did you think? Are you surprised that Jon has kids? I've been dying to publish this chapter forever, so I'm glad it's out in the world now!

Have a good day/night!!!