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Chapter 4 - The Cookout

Ten in the morning is when the show began, put into Ian's words as he, his father and friends departed for the Publix in town. Ian had awoken without any kind of hangover, he and Matthias introduced the two friends to their morning routine of vitamins, and protein shakes. The creatine was especially potent to Lance whom displayed such a level of hyperactivity that Matthias regretted even letting Ian give it to him. They picked up a wide array of ingredients for Ian's specialty burgers, which no one but his family had tasted before, and he excitedly elaborated the details in the store.

"So, we top it with Guacamole or Bruschetta, bacon, lettuce, onions, pepper jack and provolone cheese, and serve it on an onion bun! It's seasoned with all kinds of shit, since dad lets me experiment!"

"What kind of sides are we doing?" Lance asked excitedly, "I--must--devour!"

"Haha, chill out fatty! We're doing mesquite fries, shish-kabobs, grilled corn, and dad wants to make some barbeque chicken too! The other guys are bringing whatever, so, it'll be a shit load!"

"Ian," Matthias began slowly, turning around to hold up a large stock of corn in his hand and look at the laughing teenagers. "I'm going to perform a magic trick where my boot, and your ass, causes you to disappear from my house."

"Ack--ok, sorry dad." Ian apologized, "Want me to get the rest of the ingredients?"

"Go get 'em, and get one of your lackeys to pick up the charcoal, soda, napkins, etc,. And please, none of that generic shit."

"Like I EVER get it," Ian snorted, taking his friends off while Matthias browsed the produce, taking up all the hastily scribbled ingredients he needed. It was now ten thirty, after spending a good hour in the store Matthias was ready to go home. Ian and his friends reappeared with all the remaining articles for the cookout, and after checking out and paying a whopping sixty-seven dollars, and change, they drove home.

Ian's vigor and vim was high today, and Matthias enjoyed it. No more thoughts of his ex-wive's turbulent ordeals bothered him, not even the idea of Carl being there upset him in the slightest. Upon arriving home, they split into groups and Matthias phoned his friends and their neighbors Brad and Janet Toll, whom Matthias was fond of. The father began laying out the charcoal, saturating it with lighter fluid and let it sit for a few moments, and sat against the stonewall separating his yard with their neighbors. The sun was high in the sky and it was ninety-one, with very mild winds. He closed his eyes and savored the warmth while bobbing his head to the music of Type O Negative. Matthias mean while was savoring the flavor of a Guiness and moving around to the side of the yard to get the water house in case, and stopped, hearing his phone vibrate. He did not recognize the number, but answered.

"Hello?" Matthias asked, flipping open his phone to answer.

"Hello?" An unfamiliar voice asked in return, "Is--this Ian?"

"No, this is Ian's father." He cocked his eyebrow and stood up, "Whom am I speaking to?"

"Oh--this is Alice, Mr. Steele, Carl's wife." The woman sighed, "I am SO sorry about last night, when my husband came by--he was being very rude, and pardon my French, a bastard for what he said about you. It was _very_unchristian of him, and I am going to have a word with him about harassing you, and your son."

Matthias tilted his head, his lips parting as he thought of something to say and flicked his tail. "Thank you, Mrs. Oswald, for the apology. Your husband has over stepped his boundaries calling my son a thug."

"Yes, I know, I am sorry! He just lets his position is Captain go to his head, sometimes. Lord Jesus forgive him, he's a fool!" The woman laughed a little nervously and then paused, "Would you--be willing to reconcile with him? He's a good man, god is in his heart and he has conviction--but he's sometimes so foolish."

Matthias rose up both brows and rolled his eyes, Good lord she's earnest.

"I believe that is ok. You two may come by today, I am having a cookout."

"Oh I know, Carl told me," she said with a slightly chipper tone.

"He did? How does he know?" Matthias began unsurely, "And--Mrs. Oswald, how did you get my number?"

"Oh--well, Carl said he got it from someone else, and heard from the Toll's about the cookout."

Matthias narrowed his eyes; hastily growing suspicious of Carl's impeccable knowing of Matthias's agenda. He shook his head and nodded, "Ok--it starts at twelve, so be sure to come by then. I hope to have a much better union than before."

"Oh bless you, thank you." Alice chimed, "I'll let him know, so you take care, Mr. Steele! God Bless!"

Matthias hung up the phone and immediately stomped into the house, sliding open the glass doors in his dining room.

"Ian!"

"Yes dad?" Ian called from the Kitchen, which was not far away at all from the dining room. He looked over and stopped, "Oh shit dad what is wrong now?"

"Carl got a hold of MY number, AND learned we're having a cook out today."

"What--the hell? Ian blinked, "How the freak did he find out?"

"Oh--oh shit, I THINK that was my fault, Mr. Steele!" Josh called out, raising his hand, "I let me grandmother know what I was doing, where I was. She must have used the grapevine, or something--"

"Oh--ok, as long as that fucker isn't snooping, I'm fine." Matthias sighed and shook his head, laughing, "For a moment I thought we had a bug! All right, hurry up with the prep and get it out here. You two--" Mathias pointed his claws at the other two teens that immediately looked at him in the fear of being yelled. Matthias narrowed his eyes and made a disgusted face jokingly, "Go do something."

"Uh--yes sir," Josh and Lance answered apprehensively, turning to Ian for guidance. Ian directed them about the kitchen as he mixed ingredients for his Guacamole, calling out the ingredients for the hamburger seasoning. Lance, whom was still suffering immense hyperactivity, was given the task of preparing the shish kabobs. Ian's Guacamole, which he created from inspiration partly by Alton Brown, was a rich chunky sauce that Josh stubbornly refused to try, due to its sensory issues with texture.

However, Ian pressured him and even threatened to spit on his food, which he referred to as his 'creations' and proclaimed to be 'god'. Josh tried it afterword, admitting it was delicious.

It was another hour into prep when Charles and his wife, Alex and his, and the Toll's arrived and engaged in conversation with Matthias. Charles provided Guinness in a large quantity, and a plethora of entrées was set up on their picnic table in the back yard. Matthias anticipated the Oswalds coming at some point or another, but to his delight, they had not arrived.

"So what are you cooking?" Charles asked, leaning against the picnic table as his wife and Alex's talked with Janet, "You said your son was making 'em?"

"Yep, Ian came up the recipe. He saw it on the TV, and ever since he made them, shit, I've never had anything different!"

"What does he put in them?"

"I dunno," Matthias admitted, downing the last of his beer, grabbed another Guinness, and opened it with his claw, working on the fifth one in the past hour. "You'd have to ask the kid. He serves the burgers like they're from a Restaurant, and it's killer how good he is! Ian, tell 'em!"

Ian looked over from the grill, backing away from the bright orange flames as they licked and charged the set of eight burgers he had laid down, and grabbed a can of coke.

"Well, I season them with red pepper, black pepper, salt, cumin, tarragon, paprika, onion, garlic, mushroom purée, and three types of beef!"

Charles whistled loudly, widening his eyes, "Shit, kid! You want to be in the business, dontcha!"

"That's my idea, be a cook! Help take care of my dad, and his weight. Speaking of which, dad, want a diet-water from the kitchen?"

"Oh you know what, Ian?" Mathias began, and stuck his hand into the cooler and flung ice, and cold water at his son who backed away, threatening him. Matthias flicked more ice and water at Ian who quickly returned to the grill to escape him, and his father turned to Charles took a large sip of his Guinness, savoring the malt flavor, and licked his lips.

"Been a while since we got to do this," Matthias remarked.

"Troubles back where you are from?" Charles asked, "You know, I haven't heard much of your life in Florida, Matt."

"Well, it's got its good and bad," Matthias remarked. "I told you I got a divorce, but we had terrible neighbors, and lots of moving." The dragon shrugged a bit and took a deep drink of the tart liquor, sighing. "Glad to be away from them all, and live here. That's what matters."

"Yep it sure does. And you got such a good kid with you, you gotta love him." Charles nodded and sipped at his beer too. Matthias smiled over to Brad and shook his head, talking to him for the first time in a about a week, catching up with him. Ian and his friends lingered around the grill and cooked for a good hour or more until finally Ian was given the time to dress the burgers. He did so proudly, and catching a glance over his shoulder as he saw the interest their guests exhibited in his preparations. He dressed them meticulously, layering them in the order of lettuce, tomatoes, onion, and bacon, with guacamole on the top and bottom bun and served with his shish kabobs.

The first response was a loud, "Oh fuck this is amazing," by Janet, which stunned brad and made her laugh with embarrassment. Ian received compliments in a flurry from the adults and from his friends, smiling with a swelling pride. He made him-self and his father a plate, and sat by him on the picnic table and bit down into his burger with a raging hunger.

"This is nice," Matthias said quietly, leaning over to Ian, "We needed to do this, you agree?"

Ian nodded, and swallowed his food. "It is really great, ya know? I like your friends, and shit--I feel so arrogant, knowing how well I cook!"

Matthias chuckled, resuming to eating his chicken fillets, and guzzling down the Guinness. It was a half hour later and there was no sign of Carl or his wife, and Matthias began to wonder if it was all a ruse, considering the idea he would never even come by. However, eventually Matthias caught of frail older women walking down the sidewalk, peering down into the yard, and nodded, knowing it was Alice.

He stood up from the table and greeted her kindly, smiling. "Hello Mrs. Oswald, come to join us?"

"Oh, no, I just came back from church from hearing a Sermon by Pastor Stevens." She said slowly, looking up at the dragon with nervousness, backing up slightly, "I--I just wanted to let you know Carl will not be joining, sadly. He's working with at the church this evening."

"I see, well thank you for telling me." Matthias nodded.

The woman nodded, as she eyed the dragon, looking over his horns and his snout and cast him a glance of trepidation. "Are you and your son of faith, Mr. Steele?"

The dragon crossed his arms, "My parents were Anabaptists, and my wife was a Ladder Day Saint."

The woman nodded slowly but shook her head, brushing her permed, blond and grey hair up. "But--that doesn't answer my question. Is god in your heart, Mr. Steele? Or your young boy?"

"I do not know about Ian, but I'm an Agnostic."

"Oh--so you don't believe in god, that is a shame--he created you with love, only for you to doubt him."

"Actually, Mrs. Oswald, Agnosticism means that we do not know and probably can never know if god exists, or does not." Matthias corrected, gently, tipping his snout down to look at her, "Atheism is the rejection of believe, Theism is the belief at least one exists."

Mrs. Oswald's reaction was as Matthias predicted, turning her nose away from him and bid him a good bye as she walked away. Matthias rolled his eyes, having lied about his beliefs just to scare her off, and ventured back to the picnic table, and rejoined his friends jubilantly. Ian and his friends were busy having a heated debate involving some kind of game while Matthias jokingly relayed his conversation, respectfully telling the story without much mockery. Janet laughed and Brad whistled, both telling him he dodged a bullet.

"Oh believe me, I know! She seemed very hesitant around me, figured I have just scared her off. I didn't mean to," Matthias laughed with him-self, "I'm just a scary man."

"Well, that you are. When I first saw you come out of the house," Brad began, "I thought, Oh no, it GOJIRA!"

"Haha!" Matthias grinned and laughed, "As if I've never heard that--GAH!"

Matthias suddenly jumped up as he felt a rush of coldness cover him when a two-liter pitcher was knocked over, and its contents cascaded over him and then Ian. The table laughed and Matthias huffed, scolding Ian who blamed it on Josh, who then blamed it on Jesus, for which the table broke out in even louder laughter. Matthias groaned and moved off into the house, followed by Ian, who was laughing behind him, "Sorry dad! I don't know what happened; I think it was an accident!"

"Baaah, Ian, you are so reckless! Let's just get changed and get back out there, I want some more chicken!" Matthias headed to the drier and washer, retrieving his clothes while Ian ran off into his bedroom. Matthias entered the bathroom and then shut the door, upon which there was a long _BANG_and Ian shouted at him.

"Hey! I need to shower too! You take WAY too long!" Ian groaned, "Seriously, I can't be in sticky clothes, you know I get antsy."

"Well tough tits, kid, I want to shower first!" Matthias taunted as he undressed, "You can just wait, or you can hop in with me, your choice!"

"Uggh, come on dad," Ian moaned, leaning his face into the door. "Ok fine, I'll hop in with you, just don't block all the hot water."

"Yeah I heard you," Matthias snorted, opening the door and stepped away, leaning into the shower to turn on the hot and cold water. He glanced over at his son who undressed down to a jockstrap, and Matthias cocked up his eyebrow, "Well, didn't know you were wearing them yet!"

"They're comfortable to run in," Ian remarked as he tossed his clothes aside, pulling shirt passed his horns, "It's really--airy!"

"Haha, it is, well I'll get in first, then you can get in behind, I guess."

Matthias sighed, rolling his eyes, undressing out of his jockstrap and then stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind him. Ian followed behind as Matthias began soaping up his chest and then his back, turning his snout up so the water did not get in his eyes. It was a slightly tight fit, and Ian rested about a foot away from his dad, leaning against the tiled wall. He was quiet at first, shivering slightly as specks of water touched his legs, and slowly his eyes crawled up his dad's bulky legs. He resisted at first, but looked up the strapping, defined hamstrings and then to his dad's ass. It was quite beefy and round, with the creases where the smaller muscle clung to his bone. He turned his eyes away as his dad spun around, washing the soap off his front.

"Ok son, go ahead," Matthias said casually, moving past his son charily.

Matthias now had his turn, and his eyes scanned over his sinewy, vividly ruby scaled son. Wiry lattisimus muscles defined Ian's back with a V shape cut, and stalwart legs with taut, toned muscles. His rump had plumpness to it, due in part Ian's love for weighted squats, and Matthias looked over the backside with satisfaction. Ian peeped over his shoulders, knowing his dad was looking at him, but said nothing. He took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, taking a step back. He looked over his shoulder once more, his eyes contacting with his father's for an extended period. Ian smiled slightly, and then turned his eyes away and left his snout turned just enough to watch his dad.

Matthias smiled, knowing that signal, and took a step forward, putting his hands to his son's shoulders. Touching his son's silky-smooth scales triggered an incursion of arousing sensations that touched on desires now taking realization. Ian flinched slightly, but he did not object as his father's large hands massaged between his shoulder blades, slowly moving down his lower back.

He coed out softly through his lips, his shoulders slacking and his head lowering, "God that feels good, dad--"

Matthias gently stroked his neck now, pinching the muscles in a soothing way to placate his son, who permitted it further, with his eyes closing. Ian's lips parted to let a soft moan flow, his young body shivering with pleasure, with his heart rate rising in his chest. He tilted back as his father's hands worked a magic into his body to dispel dissolve his concern and weaken reticence, and the dragon uttered out, "Dad that feels so good--oh man--"

"I'm glad it does," Matthias said quietly, his voice gentle and silky.

Ian looked over his shoulder, his tail swaying slowly by his feet. "Can-- god I'm so nervous-- Dad--can I--"

"Can you what?" Matthias asked, retracting his hands. "You want to massage me as well?" Ian nodded and Matthias would chuckle, bending the faucet away, "Well, go on Ian. I think this is something we've both wanted."

"Oh--I-I guess, dad." Ian turned around, half-way aroused and looked over the front, chiseled, hulking front of his father's torso in close proximity. The chest muscles were heavy, his abs streaky, with inner thighs decorated by vascular detail. His genitals made Ian stutter. He saw the low hanging red cock with its foreskin and the massive, polished, ruby orbs for his dad's balls behind the meat. He grabbed some soap in his hand and began to rub up his father's chest, his hands caressing every inch of the rigid, taut muscles with curiosity and building fervor.

Matthias placed his hands to his son's neck muscles and his shoulders, smiling at him and leaned to kiss at his son's nose softly. Ian closed his eyes and moaned faintly, his reaction of such surprise to the new feeling it made him crave further the feelings. He washed off his father and then stepped to the fore, enfolding, closing his eyes as his arms reached around the waist. Matthias hugged his son back tightly, with a deep, rolling rumble.

"Son, its time." Matthias spoke in a lubricious tone, "get down on your knees."

"O-ok dad." Ian looked down at the cock and then dropped onto his knees in the compact space, his snout inches from the endowment. His father's cock arose at once, protuberating with a tight, vein-riddled foreskin clinging to his father's bulbous glands. Ian's head pushed forwards and he opened his mouth, closing his eyes as the meat slipped inside, and he tasted his father's cock with a sudden groan of intoxicating pleasure.

"Oh god yes, son--that feels good." Matthias moaned, caressing Ian's jaw as he thrust against the back of Ian's mouth. "Mmmph, suck it slowly--enjoy it, son. I don't want to cum yet." His lecherous order was acknowledged, with Ian now taking his time to tentatively suck and lick the pulsing cock stuffing his young mouth.

His mouth watered as the thick, hot, pulsing meat caressed over his tongue, the roof of his mouth as well. He grabbed it with his hand, pumping it slowly as he emulated the actions he had seen in videos. He bobbed his head, bringing his lips back to suckle, lick, and slurp up at the loose foreskin raunchily, before retracting the foreskin and mushrooming his father's glossy red head. As he played with the sensitive region for several minutes, the moans continued on and on, and the taste of salty precum made his mouth water further. Ian heard his father make noises he had never heard before, deep growls of pleasure that were so unfamiliar outside of a porno.

However, Ian retracted slowly from the member and then stood up, stroking his own cock slowly and smiled at his dad with some shyness.

"Hehe--had enough?" Matthias asked smile his teeth exposed in a wide grin, touching his son on the chin

"Uh-- I'm just--nervous, dad." Ian admitted, looking down slightly, his tail curling slightly. He felt his dad lean close, and then the lips of his father press into his neck, sucking softly and then firmly. It made him moan out loudly, hugging his dad's torso, and he spoke in a softer, breathy tone, "We--we still have the cook out to go to."

"Right, right--" Mathias nodded, retracting his lips and then stepped back from his son, his cock still rock hard, but he focused for it to soften.

Ian was swooning with emotion and then smiled up at his dad, trying to forget about his apprehension. They stepped out of the shower together, and dried off, keeping their eyes glued to each other's bodies until they were fully clothed. However, before they departed Matthias took his son into a tight embrace from behind, resting his head against his son's.

"Ian, I love you very much. I may be your dad, but I love you in a deeper way, and I want to be able to give you that. I want to make love to you, son, and I want to give you a better life than what you've all ready had." Matthias smiled and softly caressed Ian's shoulder, "If you're willing to take this further."

Ian trembled and nodded, taking in a deep breath and hugged his father tighter than before and smiled, trusting the words, which made his heart melt. "I love you too dad. I'm scared about all this, since it was just a fantasy at first."

"Hehe, well, it's a fantasy I want to make you bask in, son. I know it's a rough idea--but you know how much I love you, and will take care of you."

Ian laughed softly and nodded, looking away from his dad slightly with shyness, "Yeah, just until you turn old and I have to do it my-self."

Matthias laughed, shaking his head and brought his son into a deep, hot, passionate kiss that shocked Ian slightly. Their lips grinded and collided, their tongues undulating and gliding over one another with Matthias's hot breath washing over Ian's mug. He closed his eyes and held his dad, fervently kissing him, moaning and panting into his mouth, his tail swaying at the ground with growing anticipation. He felt a warmth in and around his body, a coverlet wrapping him in, albeit intimacy and bliss.

Matthias broke the kiss with a breathy growl, looking into his boy's scintillating lapis lazuli eyes, and then left the bathroom with a smile. Ian stood in disbelief; his lips remained parted as the taste of his dad's mouth lingered on him. Then slowly a broad smile formed over his lips as he realized what he had just done, and swiftly followed his dad out, his tail swaying behind him in exultation.

"What took you two so long?" Charles moaned out at them, "You were in there for like twenty minutes!"

"Me and Ian had to discuss some matters about home, and his mom," Matthias coolly said, and pat his son on the shoulder, "Make some more burgers, son."

"Ok dad," Ian nodded, smiling up at him much more brightly with butterflies in his stomach and quickly moving to the grill where Josh and Lance were. They greeted him with conversation concerning a meme around Nigel Thornberry, to which Ian immediately demanded to see, as he sits down fresh patties on the grill, with a loud hiss.