Chapter Text
John woke up slowly, small aches and pains lacing through him as he shifted in the bare light that managed to come through the curtains. His bladder demanded that he wake, putting unneeded pressure on his insides as he rolled and winced just slightly. Next to him something large and warm moved. It was the movement that finally woke John fully, his head jerking slightly as he opened his eyes in surprise. Without his glasses everything was a blur, but after well acquainting himself with Bro’s skin in the shower the night before John had little issue recognizing him. Dirk was sprawled out next to him, taking up half of the bed. The only thing still keeping them in contact was the arm John had been using as a pillow. He snored softly, the barest buzz as John sat up.
The sheets were still slightly damp from their bare skin, underwear having been a fleeting thought before they had fallen into bed together. They had both still had small beadings of moisture on their skin from the shower. They had held each other until John could no longer take Dirk’s heat. Now, as he lay on his side of the bed, he wanted it back. Sitting up he scootched in just the slightest, lying his body against Bro’s side and pressing a kiss to his chin. Dirk grumbled something in his sleep, making John smile as he watched Dirk’s eyes move behind their lids. John stayed like that, half propped, one arm in the mattress while the other splayed over Dirk’s chest.
He wanted to lie back down, but already just the slight movements he had done made his body ache for the bathroom. John fought it for a few more minutes, leaning in to kiss Dirk full on the mouth. A lazy hand came up to cup the back of his head as he did so, making him smile.
“Time’s it?” Dirk asked thickly as John pulled back.
“Don’t worry about it,” John replied with another kiss to Dirk’s chin. Stubble scraped his lips and made his smile grow. “Just going to the bathroom.” Dirk grumbled some nonsense as John pulled away and got out of the bed as quietly as he could. He smiled when Dirk rolled into the warm spot he had left behind.
After relieving himself, John walked back into the guest room only for a faint sweet smell to reach his nose. The smell made his stomach growl, and when he found that Dirk was back asleep he quietly took his glasses, kissed one bare shoulder, and left the room. With a quick detour to his own room he grabbed his robe, he wrapped it around himself before heading to the stairs. The smell of sweet and salty things hit his nose at the top of the stairs and almost made him take the steps almost two at a time; would have too if his backside wasn’t so very sore.
He did his best not to limp as he entered the kitchen, the stairs having awoken the sore spots he wished he could forget about. Finding his father bustling about the kitchen island and counters in his white terrycloth robe made John stop and lean against the doorway. He watched his Dad move about, flipping bacon and sausage, taking more pancakes off of a griddle to sit atop an already large stack. Then he heard it, the sound of his father humming. It was something John hadn’t heard in awhile. His father only hummed when work stress was low or his spirits boosted high. The last time John had heard it had been during Christmas.
“Good night?” John asked when his father noticed him and smiled.
“About as good as yours, wouldn’t you say?” his father replied. John blushed at that but pushed off the doorway and entered the kitchen, giving his Dad a hug when the man offered it to him.
“How long you been up?” John pulled back to look at the clock and found that it was already nine thirty, not as early as he had thought, but still early considering his college sleeping schedule.
“Not long. Just thought I would make sure we all had some fuel to run on.” He went back to flipping what looked to be the last batch of pancakes. John hummed in reply as Dad finished stacking the pancakes on the large serving plate. Dad then handed the large stack to John, who took it to the warm oven, and put the golden cakes inside to keep them toasty until their guests woke up. Dad did the same with the sausage and bacon, handing them to his son who simply slipped them into the oven, stealing a piece or two as he did so. With the food stored away, Dad sat down with a cup of black coffee as John went to get cream for his own cup.
When he opened the door to the fridge he found a sight that startled him just a bit. Inside were a dozen and a half cupcakes on a platter, blue buttercream icing piping a message that had John’s face burning in seconds. He slammed the fridge shut and turned to his father, mouth gaping.
“I know you prefer cream cheese with pumpkin,” his father replied without batting an eye as he lounged in one of the chairs at the breakfast table, barely in view from behind the bar. “But I’m afraid I forgot to put the cream cheese away last night, so buttercream was all I could do.” John made a whining sound in his throat that only made Dad smile.
“Now what’s he whining about?” The voice made both Egbert’s jerk their head to the kitchen door, a very mussed Dave entering in nothing but a pair of sweats. They hung dangerously low on his hips, pale pubes in plain sight, and John recognized the pair of pants as his fathers.
“Nothing,” John quickly snapped to which Dave shrugged. He watched him head for the flour tin and with a raised eyebrow as Dave pulled his shades out from behind it. He had them halfway up to his face before seemingly thinking better of it and setting them back down. Heading around the bar, Dave walked right over to Dad who set down his coffee when Dave leaned down to kiss him. John looked away with a blush as he quickly went to get his cream from the fridge. There was a muffled sound of confusion and as soon as he turned he found Dave wrapped up with Dad inside his robe, Dave’s hands keeping the front of it clasped shut.
“What?” Dave raised an eyebrow in challenge for John to say anything.
“You want bacon or sausage?” was all he said in reply, small smile on his mouth.
“Bacon, you kidding?” The voice came out of the living room as Dirk entered, stretching high as he walked in. It made John swallow to watch all those muscles shift beneath skin. He had also forgone the usual shades and winked at John when he saw him staring.
“I prefer sausagen" Dave added from his perch in Dad’s lap where he had somehow managed to cuddle up closer, sitting sideways on Dad’s legs with his head on his shoulder. The words weren’t completely innocent and neither was the way Dave was smiling. John was happy his father was sporting a red blush to match the one on his face.
“Alright then,” John said brightly as he turned to get out plates and opened the oven, dishing out piles of desired meats and pancakes.
“Got any orange juice, Mr. Egbert?” He heard Dirk ask his father, the words sounding just a bit tentative as he addressed Dad.
“Plenty in the fridge, Bro,” John heard behind him. “And just call me Egbert if you would like.” The words made John smile as he finished loading plates and carried the first two over to his father and Dave, who still refused to leave the warmth of his father's robe. Just as he set them down there was a small snort of laughter that had everyone looking at the fridge. In less than three seconds John was bright red and rushing to try and close it, Dirk keeping him an arms length away.
“I have to hand it to you, Egbert,” he said over a few small grunts of exertion that John let out trying to get past him. “You’ve got style.” Dad just smiled as Dave took a sip from Dad’s cup and offered him his mouth. John paid little attention as he finally stopped fighting. Dirk wrapped his arm around John’s shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss that John only half responded to as he continued to stare into the open fridge at the cupcakes that spelled out a single phrase.
Congrats on the Sex Son