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He rolled his eyes. "Just wait until I tell him that it's not possible for me to really carry on the proud Simmons name because I'll never have children of my own since vaginas freak me out," he hissed back, stepping into the flower-covered sun room. He moved towards a wicker chair, sitting down and crossing his legs. He accepted the tea handed to him, sipping lightly and grateful that the maid had remembered how he liked his tea.
"So, what's the occasion?" asked Jonathon, adjusting his glasses and leaning back in his chair. "I didn't think I'd see you again until Christmas. Do you need a renewed letter of credit?" he questioned, holding his tea cup in one hand and gazing at his son.
Byron shook his head, lifting the tea cup as well. "No, Father. I'm afraid I have some news." He tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, silently praying that his father would guess the news instead of him having to say it out loud.

Knowing that his father wouldn't say anything, Byron sighed deeply and took one more sip, reaching for a cookie and taking a bite. he glanced over to Archaeus, then swallowed the cookie and some tea to chase it, then spoke. "I have recently entered into a relationship of a sexual nature with Archaeus. I am gay, Father." He said it all rather matter-of-factly, even sipping his tea again as he waited for a response.
His father cleared his throat, the only obvious sign that he'd heard the teen being his eyes that widened softly. He remained silent for a moment longer before opening his mouth. "I know, Byron," he stated. "Well, I had a hunch."
Byron set down his tea, staring at his father. "You knew? Why didn't you say anything?" he demanded.
"I figured you would tell me when you were ready," he shrugged. "At any rate, it's okay. I came to terms with it a long time ago, and I'm happy that you trust me enough to tell me." Sipping more tea, he gestured for the maid to give him a refill before reaching to touch his son's shoulder. "Byron, you don't have to be straight for me to love you. You are my son, and no matter what you do, you will always be my son. Besides, it's not like you were very good at sneaking around. You've used the credit card I gave you at a large number of gay clubs since you were sixteen. it wasn't hard to guess."
Byron was short of breath, not really knowing how to react. So, his father knew this whole time and he wasn't going to be disowned? What had happened to the usually old-fashioned man?!

Byron smiled a little at his father before returning his eyes to his tea, continuing to drink as his father began to engage Archaeus into conversation.
"So, how'd you and my son get together? And please, nothing explicit. After all, I did change his diapers." He ruffled his son's blue hair, then leaned back in his chair and smiled at the character.

The teen reached to touch his boyfriend's arm briefly with a smile, then looked back to his father. "He's a good one, Dad. A little airheaded, but he's sweet and really pretty." He blushed lightly.
Jonathon laughed, shaking his head. "As long as you're happy, Byron. that's all that matters to me. Now then, sleeping arrangements. I know you called the relationship a sexual one, but I would appreciate it if you slept in separate rooms. Is that alright?"

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Later that night, a figure crept along the hallway of the house. It stepped lightly and silently, keeping close to the walls in the dark of the shadows in the middle of the night. All the rest of the house was asleep, but not this figure. It crept along, until finding a particular door. One hand touched the doorknob, opening slowly and stepping inside, shutting the door behind them. The figure crept closer to the bed, reaching out to touch the occupant's shoulder...
And shaking it.
"Archaeus. Archaeus, wake up," hissed Byron from beside the bed.

The vein on Byron's forehead throbbed in irritation. Seriously? Every time? He grabbed a spare pillow, smacking Archaeus with it. "Hey, wake up!" he hissed again.

He clutched his hands to his chest, turning a vibrant shade of red as Archaeus spoke to him. He shook his head, trying to keep a harsh expression on his face but only succeeding in looking more enamored of the character on the bed. "I, uh, I can't... I can't sleep if I'm not touching you." He admitted, suddenly hating himself for sounding so pathetic.

He climbed into the bed, wrapping one arm around Archaeus' torso and setting his temple on the man's chest. He grew very quiet, listening to the sound of his boyfriend's heartbeat as he did every night. He closed his eyes, one of his legs drawing upwards to rest on the character's. "I gotta remember to wake up early so I can sneak back to my room before my father wakes up," he muttered. "He'll be livid if he thinks we've disobeyed and had sex under his roof."