“You gonna give me a baby someday, darling?”
Dad would ask him that early in the morning, green analog screen flashing 2:16 while his come started to cool on the insides of Dean’s thighs. He’d stroke his bare arm, grope at tits that weren’t there, bury his face into Dean’s shoulder and leave bristling kisses on freckled skin.
“My girl, my beautiful girl,” he repeated like a prayer, snaking his hand between Dean’s thighs and grabbing his small cock and balls in one calloused palm. “You’re gonna give me everything I want.”
Dean nodded sleepily, staring towards the wall.