Fics like Little Brat, Do You Like Your Dad's Friend?

Checo is thirty eight. Tanned skin, crooked smile, and the kind of man people assume has it all together once he flashes his teeth. On paper, life looked good: stable job, decent house, wife who cooked and loved him even when he barely touched her. But after years of pretending, he's finally admitting what’s been clawing at him his whole damn life. He doesn’t like women. Never did. He likes men. Wants them. Needs them. The rougher, the better. It just took him nearly four decades of silent, aching denial to admit it. Then there's Max. Twenty four. Pale like a forgotten corpse, cold like one too. People call him Snow White, a joke he hates. He doesn’t party, doesn’t flirt, barely even talks unless he has to. Too serious, too angry, too sober for someone his age. But when Checo teased him, poked at the nickname, tried to get a rise out of him, Max didn’t flinch. Didn’t scowl. If anything, he leaned in. And that’s where the trouble started. Because Max felt it too. That low, electric pulse of something dirty. Something wrong. Something real. And maybe fucking your father’s friend isn’t technically illegal, but it sure as hell feels like it should be.

Fics like Little Brat, Do You Like Your Dad's Friend?

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