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It didn't take long for them all to reach the dining table, the maids already setting the food down. They prepared a huge meal knowing their food could never amount to John's fathers but it was enough as they tried their best. Jaren's mother setting up beside her son and John doing the same with him father. It was silent, the occasional stares happening between John and Jaren as they anticipated what kind of talk they were gonna have after this.

John's dad noticed and arched a brow. "Are you guys okay? Looks like you done something you shouldn't had." At that their eyes widened before they burst out into awkward laughter, John's dad directing the question at his son.

Jaren scratching the back of his neck nervously. No, it's just your son grinding up against me until I came in my fucking pants is all but ya know. The younger thought, biting his lip to hold himself back from saying it. "No, I'm okay it's just it's been a while since I've ate with my mom so..." he faked nervousness to get the attention off John for a minute.

"Aw sweetie, I've missed you too." She cooed, pinching his cheek making the younger whine and swat her hand away. He couldn't help but look up to already see John staring back at him softly, Jaren immediately looked away with a blush creeping up his neck.

"L-Let's just eat, yeah?" He muttered shyly, pulling his plate towards himself so he could do so.

His mom giggled, she did the same as her son before looking up at her fiancé. "Well, let's dig in before it turns cold." He nodded and did the same, John pulled the food towards himself as well. The older couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable, it was a pure dinner with his dad and his... fiancé.. along with her son that he'd just.... right now he was zoned out.

A foot was placed by his making his head shoot up from his plate, jumping a bit at the action. "You okay?" He heard his dad ask, turning to the man and giving him a short nod before looking at the culprit.

Jaren was eating his food as though nothing happened with a short smile, cutting the steak and pressing it up against his lips before taking it in his mouth. John knew that wasn't supposed to be as sultry as his mind played it out to be, some sauce stuck to the younger's lips from the action causing him to swiftly lick his lips.

John quickly looked back down at his plate, feeling Jaren's foot slide up against his ankle. What the fuck is he doing?! He thought, head clouded and neck burning. Is this like payback? He thought as he picked up his own fork, gaze slowly raising to Jaren's who held the fork in his mouth as he subtly sucked the sauce off of it.

"Fuck.." he muttered lowly, eyes never leaving the fork as Jaren finally slid it out. Clearly entertained by the reactions he was getting from the older, it was comical watching him slowly break down before him right by his dad.

"Excuse me?" John's dad asks, turning to his son with a brow arched. John was still focused on the smaller mans lips, watching as the corner of his
lip went up in a smirk. "John." His father voices sternly.

The said male snapped from his trance. "Yes?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again but John only stared at Jaren with a small glare. John nodded and continued eating his food, Jaren was enjoying this way too much.

Jaren slowly dragged his foot up the older males calve and then all the way up to his thigh before bringing it slowly back down. John had his eyes on him the entire time, biting his bottom lip softly and tightening his hold on his fork. Jaren sighed shakily, as his eyes met with John's and second piece of steak already pushing between his lips. It was then they noticed they were competitive, Jaren was mostly getting back at him for making him feel so small and taking advantage of his smaller state.

Jaren wondered how he'd feel if he did the same to him, not allowing him to tell him to stop without his dad or Jaren's mom hearing him. He didn't want the older thinking he was that easy to get at as if he wouldn't get back at him. It was stupid, yeah, but he'd be damned if John thought he was okay with him doing that so casually.

The smaller males foot slid up more before it was in between John's legs making him furrow his eyebrows at what Jaren was planning. Jaren's sock coated foot pressed against John's nature and just as he thought it was semi hard already. It amazed him, the affect he had on the taller. The older males eyes widened as he choked back a groan, Jaren smirking victoriously at that and pressing harder against it. He enjoyed John's strangled reactions, he knew this was worst than what John put him through but he enjoyed how he felt as though he was dominating him.

John tried to play as if he wasn't affected by it, cutting another piece and shakily taking a bite. Moving his hand down to Jaren's foot in order to remove it but it only made the younger press harder. The older looked up annoyed, eyebrows furrowed as his bottom lip stayed stuck between this lips at Jaren's smirk. The smaller male stroking his foot up against his bump teasingly, watching the older mans reactions intently.

John's eyebrows furrowed in slight frustration, bottom lip sucked between his teeth to stop the short heavy breaths threatening to leave his mouth. He paused his efforts of eating so he wouldn't choke on his food. Suddenly the male closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before looking up at the younger with challenging eyes. Jaren arched a brow at the sudden determination, denying the chills that shot up his spine at the look.

"Stop." John mouthed through gritted teeth, perfect light dark eyebrows furrowed. Jaren shuddered at the glare, actions paused as he smirked small before bringing his foot back. John sighed in relief before a deep groan slipped from his lips when Jaren pressed his foot harshly against his clothed nature one more time.

All eyes aiming towards him while John tried to find an excuse for the outburst. "Argh, god this food is amazing. It's almost as if you cooked it dad!" The blond groaned, shooting a quick thumbs up before taking another bite of the steak.

"Is that so?" His father arched a brow when his son only nodded with another thumbs up. Cheeks stuffed with steak and mashed potatoes to further prove his point. The older man slowly turned away from his son to eat his own food not noticing the glare John shot a smug Jaren.

It was quiet once again, besides the sounds of cutlery clashing softly on the platter and soft chewing of food. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence but it wasn't necessarily fully a comfortable one, it was just quiet. No one knew what to say to break the air between the four, scared they'd just be thrown into an awkward silence instead.

Jaren felt like he was kind of a part of a family. Not counting John, but looking over at his dad and his mom. He thought this was all stupid, he shouldn't even be thinking of doing irrational things with John. He knew it wouldn't play right for both of them, so as he tried grabbing for the salt but couldn't reach it, he stops.

With a groan Jaren, kindly turned towards John's dad as the title accidentally slipped out his mouth due to the earlier thoughts.

"Daddy can you pass the salt?"

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