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Logan has a drink ready for him when he comes in, like Roman is a high class date that he wants to whittle down with niceties before railing in the boudoir. It’s a little arrogant—Roman might not have shown up, might have been too loyal to his siblings and their rebellion to bend, but of course he isn’t, so he hadn’t, and now he’s here with a drink in his hand and his father’s eyes on him.
He wonders if this is how the women Logan seduces feel; valuable, nervous and just a bit dirty.
“I don’t just want you,” Logan says, “I need you,” and it’s so transparent when he’s the only child who’s even willing to have a civil conversation with him. Roman knows it’s only because the son he actually wants isn’t playing ball, but god if it doesn’t make his heart flutter like he’s at junior prom.
“I don’t feel good about this,” Roman says, trying to stall.
Logan scoffs. “Feel good about what? Giving a shit about this family?”
“Meeting behind Ken and Shiv’s back.”
“Oh, like the thought of being my loyal fucking dog doesn’t have your dick hard.”
“It doesn’t, Dad. I’m not just some toy you can pick up and—and play with when your favorite stuffie is in the wash.” Roman is both mortified and impressed by how steady he sounds. “Get someone else to do your dirty work.”
“How cute, baby Ro-Ro thinks he’s a big boy,” Logan coos. That’s just irritating enough that Roman starts to push himself to his feet. “Oh, sit down. Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you want. I’m already giving you ATN gift wrapped.”
Roman does sit down but he tries to be taciturn about it. “This isn’t a negotiation.” He knocks back his drink.
“Keep talking like that and you’ll end up with nothing.” His voice is low in the dim evening light, practically gentle. “Don’t pretend at me, you think I don’t know I’ve already won? But I’m willing to sweeten the pot because you didn’t join your siblings in their little witch hunt.”
A disappointing but unsurprising chorus of You’re right, I’m sorry, please take me back I’m not like them goes through his head. “Okay. I want to be CEO. You’ve dangled that little nugget in front of Shiv and Kendall, but how about me?”
Logan raises his eyebrows. “You asking me to lie to you?”
“No Dad I’m—I’m asking you to mean it.”
Logan eyes him steadily. “Alright,” he says slowly. “You’re the only fucking kid I’ve got right now. You do this and you’re CEO.”
Roman manages to stare back at him for a few seconds before a nervous laugh forces its way out of him. He shakes his head numbly, somehow finds the strength to say, “you can’t change my mind.”
“You think I don’t mean it?”
“I know you don’t.” His voice goes quiet all on its own. “You’re full of shit.”
Logan gives him a dull, annoyed look, and some instinctual part of his psyche clenches its teeth in preparation for a strike. The look goes out of his eyes quickly enough, something dark and amused filling him up instead.
“Look at the fucking nerve on this one,” he says lowly. And then without turning his head he yells, “Tom!”
Tom pops in after a minimal amount of time, like he was actively waiting right outside, the shit. Roman doesn’t doubt he was snooping. “Yes?”
“Take a fucking hike, my worm of a son wants to play hardball.”
“Yeah. Yep. I’ll go do that.”
The doors close behind him and then it’s just him and his father’s regard. Logan tilts his head, considering, and Roman feels the harsh prickle of sweat start up. He’s seen other people in this exact position before but he’s never had something his dad wanted.
It’s a bit exhilarating.
“Neither of your siblings bothered texting me on my birthday,” he starts, smiling gently. Roman feels cold fear running through him as Logan stands and comes around to the couch he’s sitting on. “They’ve always been like that. Ungrateful, unloving. Superficial.”
“Yeah,” he agrees mindlessly. He wants to bolt before the two of them end up too close together. Right now he feels like his father’s touch on his skin might zap him or burn somehow. He’s not sure he could bear it.
Logan sits beside him and he doesn’t move. Nor does he move when a warm, dry hand settles on the back of his head and neck. He doesn’t burst into flames at the touch but it’s a near thing.
“You aren’t like them, are you, Rome?” Logan’s voice is low and his thumb moves back and forth through his hair. He’s dizzy.
He shakes his head.
“That’s right. You’ve always loved me the most.”
“Ahh.” The words are too sweet not to be laced with poison but whatever Logan is trying to feed him he has absolutely no resistance to. His shoulders climb towards his ears and he starts to draw away but Logan holds him tighter, squeezes like he’s a misbehaving puppy.
“Am I wrong? You hate your old man?"
It’s so unbelievably transparent a play but Roman just shakes his head.
“Are you a fucking bobblehead?” Logan snaps, confirming that he’s still himself and Roman hasn’t slipped into another universe. “Answer me.”
“No, shit Dad, of course I don’t hate you.”
Roman sucks in a sharp breath as he’s pulled in closer, not at all gentle. For a brief horrifying moment he thinks Logan might kiss him but of course he’s just yanked him closer to examine him. The atmosphere here says something different and maybe he’s right. This might be going where he’s desperately afraid it’s going. But his dad still wouldn’t kiss him.
“If I were to stick a hand down your pants would you be able to get hard? Or are you that fucking screwed up?”
Roman may have just had a stroke of his own. “I don’t—Jesus Christ Dad.”
“Better not risk it, huh?” Logan says, a crooked smile on his mouth. There’s so little malice in his words and Roman is afraid to say or do anything.
“I’m sorry,” he says for some reason. Maybe for his dick being soft during completely normal circumstances, or for trying to gut him with Shiv and Kendall, he doesn’t know.
Logan’s other hand comes up to cup his face and fuck it’s warm and it feels genuine. He almost bursts into tears at the thought that his dad was perfectly capable of being this gentle with him his entire life but never bothered to.
The gentle touch is brief, and then Logan moves away and Roman watches him undoing his pants and freeing his cock. He looks up again and Logan is smiling at him.
“I may be twice your age but I don’t have any fucking problem getting it up,” he says with a soft mocking smile.
“Oh fuck.” Roman starts to back up but Logan’s grip tightens, catching him by the hair. He hisses but stops fighting. “Dad, this isn’t….”
“This isn’t what?” Logan doesn’t wait for an answer. He tugs Roman forward and forces his head down harder than he’s expecting. He has to catch himself on the couch and winds up with Logan’s hardening cock rubbing against his cheek, hot and wet at the tip. “This isn’t what you want? What you’ve been whining and begging for your entire life?”
Roman whimpers, subdued as always by the force behind his voice.
“You think I don’t know you, Roman? You’re no big fucking mystery to me.” He takes hold of his cock and rubs it along his closed mouth. A drop of precome smears along his lips and his instinctive wave of nausea is chased by the sting of arousal, hot in his blood.
“Uh-uh,” Roman grunts with his mouth still shut. All he’d have to do is lick his lips and he’d have the taste of his father on his tongue.
“Oh please. Open your fucking mouth and take my cock, we both know you’ve been gagging for it.” He stops then, lowers his voice to give Roman his more coaxing tone. It makes Roman shiver. “Come on, Roman. Let me give you what you want."
And fuck, maybe he doesn't think this should happen but it's a lie to say he hasn't thought about it before because he's a freak and a pervert. All the love, fear and hatred he feels for his dad was never going to birth anything good. So instead of refusing again he tentatively opens his mouth.
"Yeah that’s what I thought," Logan says, still soft but a bit smug too.
Contrary to what Logan might think about him, he's legitimately never done this before. Most of the sex he's had leaves him bored, disgusted or terrified. The prospect of sucking a cock has always filled him with a nervous thrill that he was too terrified to overcome. In the back of his mind was always the same mantra of Dad would find out, Dad would know, Dad would hate me for it. It's why he picks nearly all of his girlfriends with Logan’s tastes in mind. But right now for once that isn't a consideration, because Dad already knows, has known him the entire time. Maybe even loves him enough to indulge him.
Logan presses down on his head until Roman gets the message and starts to lower his mouth slowly down onto his cock instead of just holding the tip between his lips. Logan makes a sound of approval and Roman realizes with a start that miracle of miracles, he's hard in his pants. His cock throbs as he’s pushed down lower, delighting in Logan's familiar roughness, feeding on his own shame and disgust.
"Figured you'd be better at this." Logan's other hand comes around to grip his head and pulls Roman up and then down again, deeper. "But you can't even do this right, can you?"
The turn away from saccharine words makes Roman whine. He tries to lift his head, argue that he can't be better because he's a good son who doesn't fuck men but Logan clearly isn't interested in hearing him talk because all he does is cant his hips up into Roman's mouth.
He gags at the thick cock trying to work its way into his throat and grabs onto Logan by instinct, clutching onto his knee with one hand and his shirt with the other. It almost steadies him to have the touch allowed. Like that's the line he's crossing. But Logan doesn’t allow himself to be touched and is enduring it now.
Apparently the rules don’t apply to people he’s fucking.
A wet, gurgling noise fills the room as Logan fucks his mouth, and it’s pretty terrible, he keeps gagging, but he’s so hard he can’t care or make it stop. At some point Logan gets irritated with him but all he does is maneuver Roman onto his knees and then draw Roman back in with a grunt. He’s not mocking Roman right now, just taking his mouth. Reveling in it maybe. He’d just been messing with Kendall when he said their dad liked blowjobs but fuck him, he was right on the money.
“You’re learning fast,” Logan says, just as his jaw is starting to hurt. He’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Does that make him a—“natural born cock sucker. That’s what you are."
Gun to his head, Roman couldn't stop himself from moaning at that. He's been mostly slack around Logan's cock for a while now but now he switches instead to hollowing out his cheeks and sucking. Logan's hands tighten once in his hair and Roman tastes precome on his tongue which is gross and wrong and maybe the best thing he's ever had inside him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Logan asks, when Roman starts unbuttoning his pants. Roman stops with a whine. "Dirty little fuck. Who said you could get off?"
That familiar tone hits him right where he likes it. The niceties were new but a bit too terrifying. He gags briefly around Logan's cock from how loudly he moans.
"Fucking predictable," Logan mutters. "You don't need me to tell you you're a freak, do you? You already know that. Just look at you, about to bust in your pants taking your dad’s cock. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Roman gags hard again and has to pull himself away, out of Logan's grip. He doesn't seem to appreciate that but Roman is too busy coughing his lungs out to get back to work. Logan was right: half the reason he was hoping to get his hand on his dick is so it wouldn't look like he'd creamed himself like a teenager. Which he's currently dangerously close to doing.
"Well?"
"Huh?" Roman asks, beyond dazed. He's only briefly able to look away from Logan's cock long enough to see his face. His expression is complicated but not angry exactly. If he had to guess, which he's staked his life on in the past, he'd say Logan was playing with his food. Roman doesn't have a problem with that.
Logan shakes his head. "My fault for trying to start a conversation when you're so busy finding your calling. Come here."
Roman struggles to think of something funny or even annoying to say to that but his brain isn't working fast enough right now. Before he can catch up Logan is sitting forward enough to rub his cock against Roman's face.
Roman shuts his eyes as it slides across his cheek, slick with his own spit. It takes several long seconds for him to consider how he looks with his mouth still open, head tilted back. It’s not his best moment.
His dad of course is never one to leave an insult un-hurled. "You really needed this, huh. My fucked up fairy of a son. If I knew a cock would shut you up easier than a fist maybe I would've tried it sooner.”
Roman shoves his palm hard against his cock through his boxers, trying not to come. All at once he's been slammed with a sudden torrent of thoughts: Logan fucking his throat every time he'd slapped him and the sheer perverseness makes him feel faint. He and Logan after Shiv's speech, him choking on cock while Tom fumbles around like a limp dick and the rest of their family does nothing. The two of them at Kendall's dumbass wedding but instead of knocking him on his ass in the wine cellar Logan is dragging him down onto his knees where he belongs. And on and on backwards through birthdays and anniversaries to the dark, scary places of his youth where Roman broke a vase with his Frisbee or ordered lobster just for fun.
"Oh, you're actually imagining it." Logan is surprised; not something Roman has accomplished much, if he ever has. "Fucking pervert getting off and wishing I'd diddled you as a kid. Christ, you make me sick. Open wider."
Roman does and he's rewarded by Logan slipping his cock back into his mouth and yanking him down hard by the hair. He's getting good at not choking but it's still his first time. If he knew sex could feel like this he'd probably have tried it out more often. Well, may not. Even out of his mind horny and with his dad's cock teasing at his spasming throat, Roman knows only a portion of this is the weird pleasure of choking on cock. The rest is the man who's doing it to him.
His jaw is beyond sore and tired when Logan pulls out and Roman spends a minute just moving it around. When he wipes his face he realizes that since he hasn't been swallowing enough with Logan in his mouth he's drooled down his face and onto his shirt.
He's so hard a stiff breeze might do him in.
He turns blurry eyes up at Logan who is very much still hard. Roman unsuccessfully tries to blink the tears from his eyes, waiting for Logan to make a move to finish himself off.
"How did you end up such a slut?"
Roman swallows. His mouth tastes like Logan, a deranged experience.
He means to offer some meek, inadequate response but Logan takes that moment to slap him across the face.
It's not a new experience and it's not a soft strike. It's what people in the biz, like Roman, call a teeth rattler. Roman falls back between his heels, face numb and cock throbbing.
"S-sorry, Dad," he says dizzily.
Logan clicks his tongue. Was that the wrong answer? What had Logan wanted? "Open."
Roman's an old hand at that now. This time though it's Logan's thumb that finds its way into his mouth, pressing down on his teeth. His other fingers grasp his chin and move him the way he wants. Roman stays slack.
He sees Logan move but the implication of their positions doesn’t occur to him before Logan spits in his mouth.
That unfortunately does it.
Roman curls up like a goddamn shrimp when he comes and crushes his face against Logan's thigh. It runs through him hard leaving him shaking and gasping as he fights to retain control of himself. The inside of his pants don't survive but Roman figures that's a fair deal when he's pretty sure he just saw fireworks, embarrassingly enough.
The sound Logan makes is a little mean but he's certainly heard meaner out of him.
"Knew that would do it for you," he says. It takes a bit for him to digest that one because it sounds an awful lot like Logan was deliberately trying to get him off, which is either the most terrifying thing he's ever heard or a fluke and a fluke seems a lot more likely.
"Wow," Roman says weakly. He gets a thoroughly unimpressed look for that one but then he's being pulled back and there's a thick cock filling his mouth and nudging its way into his throat so he can't find the time to panic.
Logan is harsher with him this time, not just maneuvering Roman on his cock, but fucking up into him hard. There's a strange feeling of pride that comes along with that weirdly; he's doing a good depraved job here and is gonna get his dad to come. He might not be good at much but he can do this.
When he comes Logan grasps him with both hands and holds his head down. It's not totally different from being hugged except for the part where he's choking on cock and he's listening to his dad's harsh grunts of pleasure while it happens.
The choice of whether to spit or swallow is made for him since Logan keeps him down till he's done despite Roman's squirming and Roman doesn't want all the headlines to read DEATH BY CUM: BILLIONAIRE’S SON DROWNS IN INCESTUOUS POWER PLAY so he swallows. He does still choke a little and Logan makes another pleased noise like maybe he likes that.
Logan lets him up slowly, at his own pace, which means he's perfectly put together once Roman actually looks him in the face again, and that doesn’t feel totally fair. Logan just saw him come in his pants and he's been crying for way longer than he wants to think about. It would've at least given him a little satisfaction to know if his dad has a really ugly O face. A guy's got to have some flaws.
"Um." Roman immediately coughs and has to clear his throat again. Sucking dick: kind of uncomfortable! Who knew. "Not that that wasn't super-duper, but uh--"
"Romulus." Like a little bitch Roman flinches at the sound of his name. "You're taking ATN."
Roman moves his tongue around in his mouth. "But what if I...didn't do that?"
"Don't bullshit me." He's still holding Roman’s face and now he presses his thumb into his mouth. "You'll take ATN, you'll take anything I fucking give you, won't you?"
Roman shivers at the tone and tries to rally himself. “I want,” he says around Logan’s thumb, “I want to be CEO.” He manages to stop himself from adding a please at the end.
“I’m sure you do.” Logan pats his cheek way too hard. Possibly it’s just a regular slap. “I don't need to give you ATN, I didn't even need to fuck your face, though you're welcome for that. I could've let you walk out of here empty handed and you would've been glad for the opportunity to do what I want no matter how much you bitched." Logan graces him with a lazy smile. "Be glad I was feeling generous tonight."
Roman tries his best not to be.