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Knock.
It was a shitty day out, the kind where rain starts coming and doesn’t stop coming, flooding every inch of dirt outside until the ground is positively soaked. For someone to come to his walk up motel room, well, it had to be important. Ging peeked through the peephole, eyes widening when he saw who his guest was.
“Found you,” said the boy with a sly smile, drenched from head to toe in water. He leaned against the door frame, cocky look on his face as he tried to peer inside.
How long had it been since the two of them had seen each other? Ging reminisced through his mind as he counted the years, Gon mentioning that he hadn’t got his nen back, and Ging suggesting that the second part of his hunter training could be to find him again. But seeing as he recently got back from the Dark Continent, he didn’t expect it to be quite this soon.
“I ‘spoze you did. Here, come in,” said Ging, returning the smirk as he let Gon into his room. It wasn’t much, just a temporary motel stop for while he was in the area checking out some ruins down in the canyon nearby. The rest of his team was scheduled to arrive in the next few days, but he’d come early to scope the place out. The arrival of Gon was certainly not expected and hopefully didn’t throw a wrench in his plans. He’d have to assess how capable Gon was before allowing him to be part of the expedition team. If that’s what he wanted, anyways. He may have just wanted to pay a visit, or to prove that he could, in fact, find Ging, which was no feat to balk at. He made it a point to be untraceable.
“Honestly, I thought this was going to be a lot harder than it was. There was no way for me to get to you when you were on the Dark Continent, but I got wind of your location a few months ago and kept hopping around, just missing you until I got a hunch you’d be here after looking on the hunter website for archaeology jobs. Honestly, it was a bet between this one and the one on Padokea, but-”
Gon’s face was lit up, rambling on and on as he talked about his process for finding him, and Ging felt a mixture of pride and embarrassment. The more he looked at Gon, the more he reminded him of himself when he was younger. That enthusiasm, the passion for being a hunter, even his body language was similar. Ging’s eyes trailed lower, noticing how Gon’s soaked clothes were dripping water onto the floor. He was so caught up in the moment, Ging wasn’t sure he even noticed.
“Tell me all about your journey. But first of all, let’s get you out of these clothes.”
Ging’s hands trailed down Gon’s wet jacket, unfastening the clasp with a nice click. He removed both arms from it simultaneously, dragging the sides over his shoulders. His shirt underneath was soaked through, sticking right to his muscled chest underneath, semi-transparent. His pert nipples were hard against the cold wet shirt. Ging held his breath as he dragged his thumb over Gon’s collarbone, slowly, until he grabbed the wet collar of his shirt. His skin was softer than Ging would have expected, delicate and smooth. His eyes met Gon’s cheery golden ones, and he darted them back to the side. Shit, what was he thinking here?
“I, uh, I’ll hang them up with the hangers they’ve provided us, if you want, laundry’s a couple Jenny in the main building, you can bring it over when it stops raining as much,” said Ging, feeling his cheeks heat up as Gon casually peeled off his wet shirt and handed it to him. “And if you want to warm up you can use the shower or the bath.”
His eyes couldn’t help it, taking in the sight of Gon’s sun kissed skin, the slight muscle on his chest and abs. He could feel his heart beating stupidly fast. Uhg, what was it now? Was it nostalgia for his own youth? The fact that this was his son? Whatever it was, it was certainly getting a rise in his pants.
“Oh, alright,” said Gon, awkwardly looking at Ging. Their eyes met again for a second, before they both looked away again. Shit, had Gon noticed his ogling? If he had, he hadn’t said anything.
Gon couldn’t have entered the bathroom soon enough.
Ging rummaged through his drawers and silently cursed to himself that he didn’t pack enough pants. He had his day pants, but those he’d gotten a bunch of sand on when he went down into the canyon, and the other few pairs were dirty from other things. He looked through his drawers, and then back at Gon’s soaked shorts. The thought of making him put those back on was certainly an idea…
Ging settled for a pair of clean underwear and one of his white undershirts. It’d have to do.
Gon came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, towel tied around his waist, a few beads of water dripping off his shirtless chest. Ging’s eyes traced all over it as he approached him, handing over the clothes.
“I, uh, don’t really have any sleep pants. Sorry about that,” said Ging, rubbing the back of his head with his hand faster as he tried to look away from the sight before him.
“That’s alright, I don’t mind,” hummed Gon cheerfully as he took the clothes out of Ging’s hand. Ging turned around and made his way over to the mini bar to find the whiskey he stashed in there. He’d bought it from the locals a while ago, it was supposed to be one of the better name brands in the area. Might as well celebrate. He took a swing, then two, before getting two glasses to put it in, feeling the burn in the back of his throat.
Ging got up and sat down on the couch, not prepared for the sight before him when he glanced over towards the bathroom. His eyes were magnetically drawn to the curve of Gon’s ass in his briefs, round and soft. Gon bent over to pick up his towel off the floor, and Ging shut his legs as tight as he could, cheeks heating up slightly. This was the alcohol talking, wasn’t it? He downed another shot of whiskey before pouring himself another. This was going to be a long night.
He didn’t raise him, but Gon was undoubtedly his son.
He tried to convince himself he was looking out of sheer curiosity, but if his length had anything to say about it, it was quite the opposite. Sure, curiosity might have played a factor, but it was much, much more than that.
Gon sat down on the couch next to him, legs spread apart. Ging’s eyes looked literally anywhere besides his lap, clumsily grabbing the other glass for his son.
“You like whiskey?” he asked, pouring him a glass before he even got a response. “C’mon let’s celebrate, it’s not every day one of my students finds me.”
Ging froze as the words slipped out of his mouth, Gon’s eyes lighting up nonetheless. Gon wasn’t his student, how could he forget that so easily? It must be the drinks talking. For sure.
But normal people didn’t get aroused by their students either, did they?
They talked for hours. Gon told him all about what happened in the two years leading up to their reunion, how he trained to get his nen back, how he went about the search, and about all of the people he met around the way. In turn, Ging told him what he’d been up to, about the Dark Continent and all the adventures there.
It was odd, in a sense. The two of them could talk so smoothly together, as if they hadn’t been apart for that long, yet Ging seemed on edge the whole time. Gon bit his tongue over and over as he noticed some peculiarities to Ging’s behavior. How he seemed to shirk away any time Gon tried to get closer to him, or how he’d look at him briefly before slamming down another glass.
Was Ging embarrassed about him?
Maybe it wasn’t about him. Gon knew better than to ask about his mother, he didn’t want to bring up any uncomfortable feelings for Ging.
He would just need to show Ging he was his own person, that he really was worthy to be around. Ging seemed cool, like he existed in his own little world without a care for what other people thought. He had this air of confidence around him usually, but as the night progressed he just seemed uncomfortable.
Gon tried not to let it bother him, especially when Ging finally moved over to the motel room bed to sleep, crashing down on one side face down. Gon was a bit tipsy himself, and got up off the couch to follow Ging to the bed. He’d rather sleep there than the couch, hopefully Ging wouldn’t mind.
He curled up in the fetal position next to Ging. Gon let out a sigh of relief. Wow, this really happened. He’d finally passed Ging’s test, he went out and found him. The first time barely counted, he was only in the right place at the right time. But this time, it meant something. It meant that he was worthy to be here right now. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and hold him, never let him go. This was his prize, getting to spend time with Ging.
Maybe he could get a bit closer. Gon rolled onto his other side so he was looking at Ging. He peeked closer. The older man seemed to be fast asleep. He probably wouldn’t mind. Gon scooted himself closer, until his chest was pressed up against Ging’s back.
He was warm. Gon let his hand slide against the side of Ging’s arm before making its way to his chest. His hand brushed under the top of Ging’s tank top. He pressed harder, feeling his pectoral muscles with his fingers. Gon teased Ging’s nipple between two of his fingers, feeling it harden up, before cupping his entire pec in his hand. He brought his other hand up to feel his own pectoral muscle. They were similar in shape, slightly different in size. Gon smiled to himself, he was more like Ging than he thought.
Ging shifted slightly, leaning more into Gon. Fuck, he was so close now. Gon felt all the blood rush out of his head as it started to fill his cock, hard on pressing right between Ging’s thighs. Gon immediately pushed back, taking his hand out from under Ging’s shirt, and rolled over so he was looking at the wall. He felt the bed springs creak as Ging sat up next to him. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. He’d awoken Ging. A blush spread across his face, noticing that this only served to make his cock ache more.
“Are you teasin’ me?” slurred Ging, flipping Gon down onto his back, one hand pressing on his left shoulder to hold him down. He had a glint in his eye, one Gon had only seen glimpses of all night, but now was more overt and less hidden. Gon squirmed under the weight, both scared and aroused at the same time. Ging climbed on top of him, hips shifting as they dragged against Gon’s abs slowly until they made their way to his crotch, putting pressure on his cock. Gon hitched his breath as Ging grinded his dick against his, and Gon didn’t need to look to see how hard he was. His breath was light and airy looking up at his father’s lustful face in the pale moonlight, beads of sweat already forming on his face.
“Not at all,” Gon breathed out as Ging pressed their crotches together again. Fuck, he looked so sexy here, dark hair a bit frazzled and cheeks flushed, not to mention the look in his eyes was so intense that Gon came in the sheets. He wanted to touch him again, feel everything that he had to offer. Gon wrapped his hands around Ging’s back, pressing his mouth to his neck. He was hungry, so hungry for him, and Ging was a readily available meal.
He wanted to meet the guy so badly when he was younger, to the point where he almost idolized him. There was so much to like about him. He was confident, he had great achievements as a hunter and… Gon couldn’t deny that his dad was also very attractive. He also couldn’t deny he was packing, if the cock dragging against his thigh was to say anything for it. What was the big deal anyways, he’s never really been a father to him. But there was still time to be a daddy. And besides, Ging seemed into it too, judging by the situation.
Gon wrestled him slightly, managing to get out from underneath him so they were both on their sides. He kissed him on the neck, leaving a trail of spittle in his wake as he kissed lower, and lower. He wanted to show Ging just how well he could love him. Maybe then he’d love him back, and he wouldn’t leave.
“It’s like I’m looking at a mini me,” Ging said, putting two fingers under Gon’s chin to tilt his face up so he could see him better. “Impressive.”
Tightening his legs together was all Gon could to to stop himself from jizzing his underwear again from the mere compliment. Gon leaned in and kissed him on the mouth for the first time that night, wet sloppy kisses making his lips puffy and red, the taste of whiskey still lingering. His cheek brushed against Ging’s stubble and he blushed, but right now he wanted to focus on tasting Ging like this was his last meal. He slipped his tongue in, mixing around with Ging’s before his father pulled out of the kiss, pushing him off. Ging rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he put his hands behind his head.
“Tired?” asked Gon, resting his head on Ging’s shoulder as he nuzzled up next to him. Ging sighed. He looked over at Gon, hand brushed against his cheek.
“Is it bad that I want to fuck you right now?” Ging’s voice was lower. He slowly grazed his hand against Gon’s smooth thigh. Gon could feel his calluses tickling his skin. "And not gently either."
“I want you to,” Gon interjected, grabbing Ging’s hand and bringing it down to his chest so he could feel his heart beat. Ging’s hand trailed down Gon’s abs where the hem of his shirt had been pushed up.
“Touch me, Daddy,” Gon whimpered. Ging’s gaze changed slightly as he pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, hand sliding underneath his briefs to fondle his neglected boner. Gon let out a soft whine as Ging wrapped his fingers around it, giving it a few fast pumps.
Gon gasped when Ging popped a finger up his tight asshole.
“Feels good, doesn’t it,” was all Ging said, nuzzling up close to him to pleasure him doubly at the same time. Gon felt tears starting to come. Ging was really good at taking care of him, why hadn’t he been there all those years before? Why couldn’t they have spent more time together? Why was Ging treating him so tenderly now?
Ging wiped the tears from his eyes and Gon only felt more confused, as if any affection from Ging at all was confusing to him.
He needed to show Ging that he loved him too.
Gon pushed Ging down onto the bed, hands gripping his shoulders with a lustful fervor. He pressed his ass against Ging’s growing erection, rubbing against until he felt it coming to fruition again in his already cum soaked underwear.
“Do you like it?” asked Gon, dry grinding against him as he pushed his hands on Ging’s pecs again, rolling his nipples between his fingers.
“Do I, or will I?” Ging teased, narrowing his eyes. Was Ging asking for more? Gon’s eyes widened. He slipped his underwear, pulling Ging’s down slightly so his erection was free. He’d never done this before but that made it all the more special.
“That was the warm up,” said Gon, positioning his asshole to take his dad’s cock. He moaned loudly as he pushed the tip in. It felt so much wider, so much more filling than his fingers had.
Oh.
So this is what Ging felt like. Gon felt his mouth salivating as he lowered himself down more, stretching himself out.
“Say my name,” ordered Ging in a low husky voice, thrusting up into Gon’s tight asshole. “I want to hear how it sounds.”
“Gingggg,” whined Gon as he rode his father’s dick up and down. “D-daddy.” He blushed after it came out of his mouth again. Ging looked up at him, flustered at the pet name.
“Oh, don’t stop, harder, harder,” moaned Gon as he bounced on top, breath growing more erratic each time Ging’s pelvis slammed into him.
“You want more?” Ging grabbed his hips, pulling him down deeper onto his cock and Gon hitched his breath, feeling the full extent of it inside.
“Fuck,” hissed Gon as Ging pounded his prostate. “I think I’m- I’m going to-”
He’d barely given Ging a warning before his nails dug into Ging’s thighs, clinging on for dear life. He slid himself off his dad’s cock, lying down on the side, catching his breath.
“You didn’t think y’were done, did you?” growled Ging. Gon’s eyes shot open as he felt Ging’s hand pressed up against his cock. It twitched in anticipation. Ging pinned him down to the bed, pressing hungry kisses against his neck.
“Huh?”
“We’re just getting started.”
Oh. This was going to be a long night.
Ging’s eyes lazed open. The sun was shining a beam of soft light through the blinds, the birds outside were chirping, and he felt a body pressed up to his side behind him. Ging smiled to himself softly. Had he gotten lucky last night? If his throbbing headache was anything to say for it, he’d had quite a bit to drink last night. He relaxed his shoulders, rolling over to the side to see what fine piece of ass he’d managed to pick up.
His eyes widened where in the absence of some bombshell or hunk he saw none other than his own son, fast asleep with a slight smile on his angelic face.
Ging looked down at the crusty cum stain on his underwear. Oh fuck. This was definitely at least three loads. What the hell had happened last night? He glanced at the rest of the sheets and grimaced. He lowered the blanket slowly in shame, looking over at Gon who was still fast asleep. Ging got out of the bed slowly, as not to wake him.
In the bathroom, he slipped the underwear off, examining them first to see if they’d be worth saving. Would this much cum even come out of the laundry? Was this even his? Did Gon also inherit the short refractory period he had? Ging scrunched his nose. Why bother dealing with this. He chucked them to the side of the trash, knocking over the whiskey bottle propped up next to it.
Ging picked up the whiskey bottle. Judging from the level where it was two days ago compared to being empty now, he’d had a wild night. Well, from that, and…. Ging looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was positively disheveled, sticking in all sorts of directions. He had slight bags under his eyes, but those basically came with the hangover. No, what he was really looking at were all the markings on his body. Ging rubbed his thumb on the side of his neck, pressing slightly on the dark red hickey there. Apparently, his son was a leech.
It wasn’t just hickies, as Ging had plenty of those. Scratchmarks, too. He looked down at his own stubby fingernails. Yep, definitely from Gon, no doubt about that one.
Ging splashed some water on his face and looked up at the mirror. He took a deep breath in, then out. Well, if they never talked about it, it never happened, right?
He didn’t mind, no, not really. If growing up on a small island had taught him anything, it was, well, Freecs’ could get a bit freaky.
But he had a name for himself in the hunter world.
What if Gon were to go out and talk about his exploits? Ging shuddered at the thought, news headlines published with his colleagues having yet again another reason not to take him seriously.
Ging slipped on his pants, slightly pissed that just like he remembered, they did have a good deal of sand in them. He packed up the rest of his things up into his bag. Hopefully the team could manage without him, he’d already scoped out enough of it to give them some notes.
Ging glanced over at Gon.
“D-daddy-”
Glimpses from the night flashed before his eyes, Gon snuggling up closed to him, the kissing, grabbing his crotch, Gon riding his dick-
Ging swore under his breath as his cock perked up at this. He couldn’t be there for Gon, not in the way he needed him to. Gon was very much attached to him. Or at least he wanted to be. Ging needed to cut the strings before he wouldn’t be able to. He wasn’t the father figure Gon needed. No, he could never compete with Gon’s ideal version of him.
It just wasn’t right for him to stay around here.
Gon woke up a few hours later, arms grasping for someone that wasn’t there. He abruptly opened his eyes and sat up, feeling sore from his encounter last night. He quickly slunk back down onto his side. He didn’t quite want to sit up yet. His head hurt slightly, was this the cursed hangover? Gon rolled over to the other side of the bed and looked around at the room. His clothes were still hung there, soaked. Ging hadn’t taken them down to the laundry room like the two of them talked about. He looked outside. The sun was out, but the ground still looked wet and gross.
Speaking of Ging… Gon hopped off the bed and felt his knees buckle together as he tried to stand. Ouch. He hobbled over to the bathroom, then looked around at the rest of the place, opening the dresser drawers only to find that all of Ging’s things had been removed.
He glanced over at the hastily scribbled note left on the nightstand. Gon rubbed his groggy eyes before looking at it.
“See ya, kiddo. The hunt’s back on.”
So that was it.
Gon felt a chill go down his back. He’d finally found Ging again, and now he’d screwed up his chance of him sticking around.
Was he not good enough in bed, did he not please him enough? Gon stroked his messy bed hair in confusion. If anything Ging had a great time last night, and so had he, judging from the mess in his pants. So if not that, then….
It suddenly hit him. Gon was a hunter, he needed something to hunt for, otherwise what was he doing with his life! He crunched the piece of paper in his hand.
He’d find Ging again. And maybe next time he’d really show him why he was worth keeping around.