#noahxharlan

[modcrnspirits]

Noah was completely devoted to Harlan. Even after the divorce, he had managed to keep a very close contact with his son. As adults, the relationship had only grown stronger too. In many intimate ways. There, on the carpet, his fingers pressed on sore points. Noah knew what he was doing. Often he had taken those feet to his lap and massaged them while they were watching TV or just being lazy together. This night it was no different. He pushed some points on the sole before leaning closer and giving the big toe a kiss. It was a brief thing, just to test the waters.

"You would have to try harder than this to disappoint me, Harlan." He said with a soothing voice, but soon dropped the subject. He knew Harlan needed something else from him and he was going to give it. He put the foot down and took the other one, repeating the strong and calculated pushes and rubs, all while looking at his beautiful son. "Get out of these clothes. Let go of this day."

Lay offs. Harlan had known about them happening, but hadn't expected his head on the chopping block. That day had been a roller coaster of frustration, anger, and sadness as he had packed his desk. But he could always rely on his father to make him feel better. That voice, those eyes on him, those hands. God damn those hands. He couldn't help but let go of that coil of anger as his father pressed and prodded, going lower and lower. "I just...I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do. I feel like such a loser, like I let you down." Harlan's brow furrowed, sitting on the couch, looking down at Noah. "Please," Harlan nodded as Noah offered the massage and let his shoes be take off. He shifted, sinking a little lower in the couch. When he felt those fingers press into his sole, a little groan hitched in his chest, escaping his lips. Harlan shook his head. "Don't want to talk about it. Just want to forget for a few hours." He licked his lips, pressing his foot in Noah's grip, urging him to continue. "Help a son out?"