Indiana Jones and All the Sexy Sex

Indiana Jones leaned over the aging pages of his current fascination, working out the latest translation, virtually lost to the fact that another person was in the room. That awareness came when Mutt’s hand landed softly on his shoulder and gave him a squeeze.

“You get very far?” Mutt asked, peeking at the sheets.

“Not really,” Indy admitted, brushing off his son’s hand. He stood up from his desk under the guise of stretching his back and legs. He wandered away from the window, putting some distance between himself and Mutt.

The boy cleared his throat and set his coffee cup down on the desk. He followed Indy to the center of the room and reached up to stroke the stubble growing on his father’s cheek.

“Don’t, Mutt,” said Indy, looking away.

“Why not?” Mutt whispered, his voice full of the same hurt it had been for days now-- ever since they’d come home from the Kingdom.

“Because it’s wrong.”

“What happened to be your own man, and know yourself and all that,” Mutt asked him. “What happened to what we had in Ox’s cell?”

Still Indy looked away; he couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in Mutt’s eyes as he stammered, “Don’t you understand? What we did there… it was wrong. No matter how good it felt.”

This time he looked at his son, and let the emotion shine through his eyes. Mutt took it as encouragement and leaned in, intending to kiss him. Indy grabbed his face and whispered tightly, “Mutt, we can’t. Your mother’s going to be back from the market soon.”

“Then we can’t wait,” Mutt insisted and leaned in for that dangerous kiss. Indy indulged for a moment until regret got the better of him.

“Mutt, please,” he said, desperately pushing his son away. “You know we can’t do this.”

“Why? Why not?” Mutt demanded impetuously. “We did it before. It was amazing! You even said so yourself; you said it was the best you ever had!”

“And it was, Mutt!” Indy said harshly. “But we have to try and forget it! We have to try and get past this, son.”

“Don’t call me son,” Mutt retorted stubbornly. “You know how much I hate it.”

“I’ll call you anything I like because I can,” Indy reprimanded. “I’m your father, damn it, and it’s time you remembered that!”

“You’re not my father!” Mutt said, toeing up to the man. “My father was the man who raised me, not you.”

“Damn it, Mutt!” Indy said, trying to think straight with the younger man so close, his chest heaving with every indignant breath. “Now look, you know why we can’t do this. It has nothing to do with who raised you; it’s just plain wrong. I am your father, and this… us… we can’t. It’s wrong!”

He forced Mutt away even as he saw the sting of tears in the young man’s eyes. He could hardly bear it. If he comforted Mutt now, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself. It would lead to more. Touching would lead to kissing. Kissing would lead back to touching. And he’d find himself schooling the boy on the hardwood floor the way he had that night they’d spent together in Ox’s cell at the sanitarium. He turned away, facing down the fireplace; he had to resist the temptation. No matter how badly he wanted to gather Mutt in his arms and kiss away the harsh words, he had to remain staunch. He had to be a good father, the kind of father he should’ve been all these years. He leaned against the mantel, wondering why everything always had to be so complicated.

“I’m home!” Marion’s voice sang from the side door. “Boys, come help with the groceries!”

Indy shook his head and forced himself to look at Mutt’s trembling shoulders. Inhaling sharply, he leaned over his son and said gruffly, “Get ahold of yourself, kid. Go take a cold shower while I help your mother with the bags.”

Mutt darted off and Indy watched him go, unable to stop appreciating the hug of the jeans on the boy’s backside. He closed his eyes, wishing he could take his own advice. Marion called him again and this time he answered, “Be right there, dear.”

He stumbled through the kitchen and joined her at the car where she thrust a grocery sack into each of his arms. They carried the remaining bags in together and set everything on the kitchen counter.

“Where’s Mutt?” she asked as she began unpacking the foods.

“How should I know?” he responded, a little too quickly.

Marion frowned slightly, tucking a box of crackers into the cabinet. She reached into the bag and hauled out the celery and potatoes, laying them on the counter beside the bananas. “Are you and he…”

Indy froze, holding his breath in fear of how she’d finish her sentence.

“Fighting?” she finally said.

Relieved, he breathed again.

“No more than any other father and son,” he said lightly as he shoved the bread into the bread box.

Marion turned around and watched him for a moment. “My girlfriends are going to Monte Carlo this week. It’s Cissy’s birthday.”

“Oh?” he said, unable to form any sort of interest in the subject.

“I was thinking,” she said hesitantly.

“About what?” he asked, stopping with the groceries.

“Well, I think maybe it would be a good idea for me to go away for awhile,” she said. “Let you and Mutt get to know each other… in your own way.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Marion,” he said, shaking his head.

“I think it’s perfect,” she replied. “You and he can learn to communicate with each other. I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve already got my ticket.”

“Then I’ll get a ticket to Monte Carlo, too,” he said with the lopsided smile that had won her heart so long ago.

“Like hell you will,” she told him. “It’s girls only, so you’re not welcome.”

“Ouch,” he returned, but still he smiled.

“Look, I leave tomorrow morning. I’ll be gone a week,” she said. “It will give you plenty of opportunities to really get to know each other.”

“For the record, I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said.

“What’s not a good idea?” Mutt asked, entering the room in his bathrobe with a towel draped around his shoulders.

“My goodness, why were you taking a shower in the middle of the afternoon?” his mother asked.

“Oh, I was…just…” Mutt mumbled.

“In the garden,” Indy supplied smoothly.

“Yeah, and I was…dirty?”

“Sweaty,” Indy gave him. “From pulling weeds. Nothing like a few chores to build a man’s character.”

“Yeah. So what’s going on, Mom?”

“Well, I was just telling your father that I’m going away for a week with my friends. You remember Cissy Thompson?” Mutt nodded, so she went on, “Well, it’s her birthday, so we’re going to Monte Carlo to celebrate.”

“And I was just telling your mother that I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Indy said firmly.

Defiance rose up in Mutt’s eyes; Indy could see it as his son said, “Yeah? Well, I think it’s a great idea. In fact, Mom, I hope you have a real good time.”

“Will you listen to this kid? A real good time,” Indy mocked. “You are registering at the university on Monday, you hear me?”

“I’m not going back to school, Dad, we’ve been over this a million times,” Mutt said.

“You are going, and that’s final.”

“Boys,” Marion interrupted with a smile. “Sort it out in the morning. Right now, Mutt, you’re on dinner duty, and Indy, please fetch my suitcase down from the hall closet. I’ve got to pack.”

“This isn’t over,” Indy said as he pushed past Mutt on his way to the closet.

Mutt couldn’t help but smile. “You’re right, Pops; this is just the beginning.”


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The next morning found Marion at the airport saying goodbye to her husband and son while her girlfriends chatted and cheered in the background. She joined their laughing midst leaving Indy standing alone with his son. They walked back to the car in silence, Indy occasionally giving Mutt sidelong glances, wondering how he was going to manage a whole week without Marion around to keep him honest.

They got into the vehicle and Indy started the engine. As they pulled out he said, “I thought we’d stop by the university; see an old friend of mine.”

“Oh, no,” Mutt sniggered. “Not that ‘old friend’ routine. I’m wise to that, pal. No way are you signing me up for the fall semester.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said coolly, swinging the car onto the road. They lapped the pavement to the college in no time and soon found a parking space under a large, shady elm. He mounted his trademark hat on his head as he departed the car, but Mutt made no move to join him.

“Well, son, come on,” he urged.

“No, thanks, and don’t call me that,” Mutt answered easily through the open window.

“Quit being stubborn and get out here.”

“No.”

Indy growled at him. “My friend is waiting.”

“Then you better hurry up.”

“Don’t antagonize me, Mutt; I’m not in the mood.”

The boy turned to look him in the face and said, “Same thing you said yesterday.”

That was hitting below the belt so Indy got back in the car and slammed the door. “I don’t know why you have to be so bullheaded.”

“I don’t know,” the lad remarked, “maybe I get it from my father.”

“That’s it!” Indy said, throwing up his hands. He got out of the car again and said, “Fine. You want to wait here, then wait. I’ll be back in a couple hours when I’m done with my visit. You can just sit here and think about what you’ve done.”

“Like hell I will,” Mutt said, jumping out of the car. “I’m coming with you.”

“Oh, glad to see you’ve changed your mind.”

“Yeah, well, being around you even when you’re being a jerk is better than not being around you at all,” he said honestly.

“We are in public!” Indy hissed.

“Yeah, and I don’t care.”

“I work with these people.”

“Again, I do not care.”

“You do care, Mutt, because you care what your mother thinks.” The two of them stared each other down for a moment, then Mutt conceded.

“Fine.”

“Fine,” Indy echoed. “Now let’s go. Forward march.”

Mutt couldn’t resist a smile. “I love it when you get bossy.”

“Good. Then I order you to register for college. You can start by taking that English class.”

“No dice, Pops,” the boy grinned.

Indy grabbed his son’s arm, “This is your future, Mutt. You’ve got to start taking it seriously.”

“I take this seriously,” he breathed, his face mere inches from his father’s. Indy let go of him roughly.

“Go on,” he said shakily. “You’re registering for school. Today.”

“You can’t make me go.”

Indy stopped in his tracks, the wheels in his head suddenly turning over a new idea. He began to smirk as he wagered, “We’ll just see about that.”

They walked down to the registrar’s office together. Mutt halted shortly at the door. “You can’t make me go in there.”

“Oh, no?” Indy asked, leaning across the boy to open the door. “I think you’ll follow me in here if you know what’s good for you.”

Mutt swallowed and followed his father inside. Indy acquired the necessary forms from the secretary and they sat down together to fill them out.

“Here’s a pen,” he said, tossing it to his son. “Get started.”


Four hours later Mutt had been admitted by special permission of the Vice President of University Admissions, a personal friend of Indy’s. He hand selected Mutt’s first semester courses, giving the boy a strong start with linguistics, anthropology, English, and calculus. They all shook hands respectably and Indy walked away feeling particularly satisfied with things.

“You still can’t make me go,” Mutt told him as they got back into the car.

“I think I’ve figured out a way,” Indy said mysteriously, guiding the car out of the lot. He was mum about his plan the entire way home, and Mutt gave up trying to extract information from him. Instead he hunched down in his seat and watched the town roll by.

They were barely inside the kitchen door when Indy pinned Mutt up against the wall and kissed him hard on the mouth. He slammed the door shut and pulled down the window shade, leading his son into the living room. He tossed his hat on the desk and looked at the dark-haired boy.

“You-- sit,” Indy said pointing to the couch. Mutt was still in shock and sank down on the couch to watch his father pace back and forth across the living room.

“Are we… are we… are we…going to…” Mutt stuttered hopefully.

“Quiet, kid, I’m thinking,” Indy said, still pacing.

“Oh. Oh. Okay. Yeah.” He closed his mouth, praying that man would come and kiss him again.

After a long moment, his father faced him again.

“What did your mother do,” Indy began, “leaving the two of us alone together?”

Mutt watched wide-eyed as his idol went back and forth across the rug. Indy stopped and looked at his son, that dangerous, lopsided smile on his face; Mutt wanted to lick him.

“Kid, you have got to get your emotions under control,” Indy said harshly. “I can see your thoughts all over your face. Haven’t you ever learned to bluff?”

“Sure, I can bluff,” Mutt said instantly. “I can if I need to, but why would I need to lie to you? I want you to know everything about me, and I want to know everything about you.”

“Everything?” he asked wickedly.

Mutt swallowed visibly and said shakily, “Well… may-maybe not everything…”

“That’s what I thought,” Indy said, going to the liquor cabinet for a drink. He poured a glass of scotch and gulped it down, pouring another right behind it in the same glass.

“Here,” he said, thrusting the glass into Mutt’s hands. “Drink. You’re going to need it. Your mother’s all out of baby oil.”

Mutt trembled both with fear and anticipation as he swallowed the alcohol. His father took away the glass and sat down beside him on the sofa. One rough hand sailed along the soft skin of the young man’s cheek. Mutt tried to breathe slowly, but his heart was beating too wildly in his chest.

Seeming to read his mind, Indy said quietly, “Me, too, kid. Me, too.”

Then he leaned in and kissed him, a soft, sweet kiss full of that same passionate fire they’d shared before. Mutt relaxed into it, turning toward his father and opening his mouth. Indy’s tongue touched his hesitantly, the tip teasing his lower lip. He could taste the scotch in his father’s mouth, and the booze was making his head buzz. Mutt knew this was a greater form of intoxication than mere alcohol, though-- this was better. It was though every part of him was awake; his mind, his body, his soul. It felt incredible, indescribable. And he never wanted it to end. Heat was already pooling in his pants when his father pulled away.

Mutt’s body cried out in frustration and he tried to scoot nearer, but Indy held him off, saying, “Is this what you really want, kid?”

“Yes,” he answered earnestly. “You know it is.”

“More than anything?”

“More than anything,” Mutt echoed breathlessly.

“Then you’ll do as I say?”

“Whatever you say,” he insisted, inching closer to Indy’s lap.

“That’s what I like to hear,” his father told him, and leaned down to kiss him once more. He wrapped Mutt in strong arms and brought him close. Their chests bumped and Mutt reached up to twine his fingers in Indy’s hair. He pulled the younger man into his lap and kissed him deeply, their tongues clashing in their intense desire to feed their cravings. Indy stroked the boy’s back, then let his hand slide around Mutt’s rib cage and come to rest on his thigh. Mutt whimpered softly.

“Please, Dad,” he begged him.

“Call me Indy.”

“Please, Indy,” he whispered.

“Please what?”

Mutt bucked slightly, his eyes half-shut as he asked him, “Touch me.”

“Gladly,” Indy said, moving his hand onto the bulge in Mutt’s pants. His mouth collided with the boy’s again in communal lust as he rubbed Mutt’s cock through his jeans.

“Oh…mmmm,” the boy moaned, giving Indy a thrill. He pushed Mutt down on the couch, covering his son’s body with his own. He felt hot, dirty, and alive as their erections grazed each other through their clothing. Mutt moaned again.

“Slow down, kid,” Indy whispered, taking Mutt’s face in his hands. “Enjoy it.”

They kissed again, tongues and lips moving synchronously together. He didn’t know where his son had learned, but Mutt was a damn fine kisser. Indy pulled back and said, “Take off your clothes.”

He began unbuttoning his own shirt as he watched the boy disrobe. Mutt had an exquisite body; all taut youth and eager flesh. Indy’s age gave him the advantage. While the younger man’s eyes were already glazed with want, his father could still think a little. This was enough to give him a bargaining chip.

“You’re sure about this, Mutt? Not going to change your mind in the middle?”

“No, sir,” his son gulped, his eyes practically licking Indy’s chest as the shirt fell away.

“Lay down in front of the fireplace.”

Mutt did as he was told, eagerly watching his father undress. His hand strayed to his cock and he forced himself not to touch it any more than to press his palm against it. Indy’s clothes joined his son’s on the rug and he stroked his big, strong cock openly in front of his son. Mutt whimpered, quietly begging the man to make contact. Indy gave in; he laid his body down atop Mutt’s once more. They both groaned blissfully when their naked cocks touched each other for the first time in weeks.

“God, that feels good,” Mutt murmured as Indy’s mouth swept his for another kiss. He wrapped his arms around his father’s neck as their lips met again.

“It’s going to feel better in a minute,” Indy promised. He pulled away yet again, tormenting the youth with a smirk, “As soon as you promise me something.”

“Anything,” Mutt said immediately.

“Promise me that you’ll go to school every day.”

Mutt blinked confusedly making Indy grin. “You want me… you want me to go to school?”

“Yes, Mutt,” Indy said, leaning down to stroke the boy’s cheek with his thumb. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, I mean, I guess,” he mumbled; it was hard to think with Indy’s mouth so close to his. They kissed again, giving Mutt a moment for his brain to form a thought. “Wait, you’re using me to make me go to school?”

“Technically you’re using me,” Indy said. “I’m exploiting your lust for a good cause. It’s for your future, Mutt.”

“So you’re blackmailing me,” Mutt said when it finally registered.

“Bingo,” his father said with a smile.

“What will you do if I say no?” Mutt countered.

“Are you saying no?” Indy said sternly.

“No,” Mutt gulped instantly.

Indy leaned in, his scotch-laden breath on Mutt’s cheek as he whispered, “Good boy.”

His hand found Mutt’s cock and stroked it lightly, making the boy forget all about the blackmail. He concentrated on the feel of his hard cock in his father’s skilled hand, and surrendered his mouth to the man. There was more touching, more kissing, and Mutt felt his body growing tight. He needed more, and he needed it now.

“Say it,” Indy urged him softly.

“What?” Mutt murmured as his father spread his legs apart to tease Mutt’s hole with his finger.

Indy stopped abruptly and stood up. “Say you’ll go to school.”

He walked naked toward his desk. Confused, Mutt complied immediately, “I’ll go to school.”

“You mean that?” Indy asked, opening his desk drawer.

“You’ll have sex with me if I go to school?”

Indy looked him full in the face and said, “All the time if you want it.”

“I do,” the boy answered.

“Good,” he said, pulling a small tub of petroleum jelly from the hidden compartment in the side. He returned to his spot on the rug, placing himself at Mutt’s bottom and said, “Now then, where were we?”

“I thought you said… about the baby oil.”

“Just remember, kid, you don’t know as much about me as you think.” He pulled Mutt’s bottom toward him and dipped his fingers in the jelly. Mutt whimpered as Indy’s fingers pressed inward, scissoring him open with one hand while the other stroked Mutt’s cock, giving him pleasure to balance the strain of the stretching.

“Sorry the first time was so rough,” Indy said gruffly, remembering their night in the cell.

“That’s all right,” Mutt said softly, reaching up to pet Indy’s cheek. The older man leaned down to kiss him, his hands still working Mutt’s body with tender, even strokes.

When the youth was ready, Indy coated his cock with the petroleum and lowered himself to Mutt’s hole. With one hand supporting Mutt’s head and the other guiding his cock, Indy breached Mutt’s body. The boy sucked in a breath, his eyes squeezed shut as the other man’s cock stretched him open.

“Ssh, relax,” Indy murmured. “Breathe, Mutt.”

He breathed and the man kissed him again, his fingers caressing the nape of Mutt’s neck as his cock submerged itself in his body. Indy’s now free hand found his son’s cock again and began to stroke him again in the same slow rhythm of his thrusts. Mutt put his arms around Indy and rocked his hips, enjoying the fullness of his father’s cock inside him.

Mutt’s tight body squeezed his hard cock, and Indy bit his lip, forcing himself to slow down. The boy could make him lose his head, but he didn’t want to let on. Instead he tried to be calm and mature, taking his time with every thrust, relishing his cock sliding deep into the young man’s body over and over again. With his hand on Mutt’s cock, he stroked his son’s hard-on, listening to Mutt whimper in pleasure as he approached release. His wrist grazed Mutt’s balls, their telltale tightness a delight. Indy pulled the boy’s mouth to his, kiss him roughly as he sped up his strokes slightly, pumping Mutt’s cock in his hand while the boy moaned and shook in his embrace. Mutt covered his father’s hand with his own, begging and urging him to go faster. Indy complied, his own lust getting the best of him as he sped up, Mutt’s moans filling his ears as the young man came all over his stomach, white strands pearling out of his cock deliciously.

“Oh, God, oh, God,” Mutt chanted, his bottom squeezing Indy’s cock while his own leapt in Indy’s hand, coming all over the man’s fingers as well. Indy closed his eyes and let his own pleasure wash over him. His arms snaked around the youth’s body as he pumped his slick cock deep inside. Hot, white come spurted from his cock, filling his son with his sticky gratification as Mutt went limp in his arms, moaning and shuddering. A few more strokes had Indy crying out as he emptied the last of his come in Mutt’s ass. He groaned in satisfaction as the pleasure ebbed out, and slowly the room came back into focus.

“That was incredible,” Mutt told him, unable to stop the shy grin spreading on his face.

“Yeah, it was,” Indy admitted, drawing his cock out of Mutt’s body. His mouth felt dry, like he needed a drink, and he was sweaty all over. He sat up on shaky legs and regarded his son’s naked body. “I love you, kid.”

“Love you, too,” he responded, sitting up to kiss his father on the mouth.

They sat quietly for a moment before Indy finally stood up and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Mutt nodded and asked wickedly, “Can I join you?”

“Classes start tomorrow,” Indy told him. “Keep your promise, and I’ll soap you myself tomorrow afternoon.”

Mutt chewed his lip, thinking over his predicament. “All right, I’ll go.”

“Good,” Indy said, going to the liquor cabinet for another quick drink. He started off toward the shower, and Mutt called after him.

“Hey, you can’t make me pass the classes. I’ll go, but you can’t make me pay attention.”

Indy chuckled with his back to his son and simply said, “We’ll see about that, son. We’ll see.”