<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5778/31100568312_e8256e5b52_m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Holloway<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Medical Doctor<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private Yacht<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tropical Print Board Shorts, White Tank Top, Unbuttoned Short Sleeve Ocean Motif Tropical Shirt, Sunglasses<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emmett<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Father/Son Bonding<hr/><br/>Ben held that embrace as long as he could.  He knew Emmett was fighting with himself.  There was a hesitation of whether to continue or pull back, and the part of his son that wanted that embrace to continue was winning out.  There was a slow change, a feverpitch or tipping point in Emmett's composure.  He was all together before this moment, but like a small crack in glass, it grew over time.  This was what Emmett needed, a strong presence in his life.  His mother and father had been it in the beginning until a cruel fate took his mother out of the picture.  Ben took over after that until he sent his boy away to college.  He met Jasmine who he worshiped until they parted ways, leaving him adrift.  Ben was there again, available for him like a safe port in a storm of uncertainty.  Solace.  Ben could not deny that there was a part of him that missed being the protective force in Emmett's life.  What he could not explain was why it was coupled with a desire for more than just a comforting embrace.<br/><br/>"You want to cry.  I feel it.  You are no less a man or my son if you do.  Let it out, baby.  I am right here for you," he whispered deeply, turning his head to place a small kiss at the corner of Emmett's jaw.  He felt the dark rough facial hair tickle his lips.  Ben decided he liked that.  The older man waited a few moments and placed another in almost the same spot, perhaps closer to his son's ear.<em>You shouldn't be doing this.  He is your son and he is in need.</em>His rational side tried to reason, but his heart and arousal told him to keep going.  He waited though.  He didn't immediately place another kiss, a stolen bit of affection that he knew Emmett might confuse for fatherly concern, and truly, Ben was genuine in his want to comfort Emmett.  His arousal was being allowed to cloud that though.<br/><br/>The waves of heartache came out in the form of Emmett crying into his father's shoulder, and Ben stood stalwart with his son in his arms through it all.  There were long minutes were nothing passed between them but the rush of the sea breeze and the sound of the waves.  There were several minutes of the two in close contact, Emmett letting his feelings flow while Ben stood to take them all in.  It wasn't until Emmett's sobs slowed that Ben gave another kiss to his cheek.  He let one of his hands move up his son's warm back, cupping his neck at the base of his skull.  Fingers nimbly rubbed that area while another peck of his lips found that spot where Emmett's jaw met his ear.  Was he being too affectionate?  Would Emmett turn down his advances, if these were actually taken as that?  He didn't know for sure, but he was walking a delicate line between being a strong father for his son and a strong lover for a young man in need.