On the Other Side

Chapter 5


William stood in the hallway, contemplating two doors and two avenues of action. In the study, his father was holed up and upset, most likely drinking himself stupid again. In Xander’s room, his little brother was crying because William had destroyed his happiness. Not a very pleasant nor an easy choice. Making his decision he approached a door, rapping lightly on the frame.

“Xan?”

“Go away!” The reply was muffled, but the meaning was clear.

“Xander…I…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Leave me alone!”

William grabbed the knob, frantically trying to open the door. It was locked.

“Xander, please! Let me explain! Please…let me in!”

There was a loud thud as something, something large and heavy by the sound of it, hit the door.

“I said go away! I hate you!”

William stumbled back from the door, sniffling. It was true. Xander did hate him. He’d hoped it had been a mistake: surely…surely this wasn’t his life. He sighed and turned toward the other door, his stomach sinking as he tried desperately not to think of what had happened the last time he’d been alone with his father. Squaring his shoulders, he approached the door, fighting the urge to crawl into his bed and ignore the world with every step.

He knocked, the shaking in his hands producing a rapid and spastic rhythm on the door. When no answer was forthcoming, he tried the handle, and the door opened.

There, slumped in a chair next to the heavily draped window, was his father, glass in one hand, decanter in the other. William took a tentative step into the room.

“Dad…I wanted to apologize for the pictures. See…Mum gave me the…”

“Silence.” The tone of his father’s voice brooked no argument. “So you came to apologize to Daddy, am I right?”

“Yes, sir.” The older man raised an eyebrow. “Yes…Daddy.” William couldn’t remember the last time he’d…no, he’d never called his father by that name. The grin that spread across his father’s face at the endearment sent William’s heart rate spiraling. “Daddy, I…”

“Enough. You’ve stated you came to apologize, now apologize. Oh, and make sure to shut the door.”

William gulped, then turned and leaned his forehead against the heavy door until it clicked shut. He drew in a few deep, heavy breaths and remembered the woman who’d been his mother, and the boy who had the same big brown eynd snd sweet smile. The same boy who’d been happy, just a few short hours ago, and was now locked in his room, crying. He had to fix it. With one trembling hand, he reached out and pressed the lock.

He turned around, noticing that his father had picked up and was perusing one of the volumes from the end table, and crossed the floor to stand in front of the seated man. He took a deep breath, ready to begin. Before he could utter a syllable, he was interrupted.

“Is that any way to apologize to your daddy? Clothed, like that? I’ll not accept any sort of apology from you until you rid yourself of those things.”

William was on the brink of hyperventilating but, nevertheless, reached for the hem of his shirt with trembling hands. He managed to remove his shirt and jeans with difficulty, receiving no acknowledgment from the older man. He stood, in only his boxers, seeking approval.

Not looking up from the book, Giles shook his head. “That is not satisfactory.”

Barely able to breathe through the hitching sobs he was attempting to stifle, William slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears leaking out the corners and running into his mouth. He could taste the salt. He removed his boxers and placed them in a pile with his other clothes. Naked and whimpering, he took a step closer to his father, who looked up from the book. Giles set the volume back on the table and turned towards the nude boy, apparently satisfied.

“That’s better, but you cannot apologize properly while standing, can you? You’d think that having done this as often as oneself, one would remember the basic rules. Now, on your knees, baby.”

Too caught up in his emotions to notice the meaning behind his father’s words, William slid to his knees between his father’s legs. He’d hoped that he’d have been able to talk his way out of the mess, but his dad seemed to have other things in mind. Things William desperately didn’t want to think about, but knew he couldn’t avoid.

“Well,” the voice above him startled William out of his terror-induced trance, “apologize.” The older man nodded in the direction of his crotch.

William reached towards the fly of his dad’s pants, all the while thinking of the look on Xander’s face as he’d uttered those hurtful words. As the thick, hard shaft sprang out of his father’s trousers, William remembered how happy they’d been after the last time. Glancing up at Giles, William was met with a look of expectation. He leaned forward and placed a tentative lick on the head, shocked to hear a gasp from above. Maybe this would fix things. He began to lick around the erection, taking his time exploring the area, hoping he could accomplish his task that way instead of having to take the thingide ide his mouth. No such luck. He had just decided that at least his father smelt better this time around when he was interrupted.

“Enough of that, get on with it.”

A large hand gripped his head and pushed down until his lips were pressed against the cockhead. He opened his mouth until the head was inside his mouth, licking and sucking in time to the grunts from above. Yes, this would help. He took the shaft in a little farther, bobbing his head up and down that short distance. This was the solution. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the muscles in his dad’s thighs tighten, and then two hands were digging into his scalp, forcing his nose into the harsh curls at the older man’s groin. William tried not to gag as his mouth was thoroughly fucked, but when the prick was shoved down his throat and began to erupt, he panicked.

All thoughts of happy families and crying boys were replaced by a single thought: his need for air. His hands came up to grip his father’s thighs in an attempt to push himself away from the squirting liquid, but his father was much stronger. Finally, needing to breathe, he swallowed. Bucking wildly into William’s mouth, the older man gasped out a name – the same one that he’d called out the first time – and collapsed back into the armchair.

Wiping cum from his chin, William addressed the panting man. “Daddy?”

“What?”

“My name is William.” Eyes that had been drowsy and sated turned cold.

“Get out.”

William scrambled away from the man, grabbing his clothes and fumbling to unlock the door. This time, he made it to the bathroom before vomiting.