And the last of the Tumblr Requests for that sitting. Anon wanted Rhys with a Daddy Kink, and/or Possessive/Jealous Jack. Decided to do a little of both. XD
"Who were you talking to, pumpkin?" Jack asked, taking a seat on the couch. He sunk into the cushion, throwing his arm on the back and spreading his knees. He watched Rhys put the Echo down on the desk and raised an eyebrow. "That was a long call."
"Sasha," Rhys said, rubbing the back of his neck. He licked the side of his lip and pushed the Echo pad around with his finger. "She wanted to vent about Fiona, and you know how long that can take."
"You've been talking to her a lot, haven't you? Still got a little school boy crush, kiddo?" Jack asked, narrowing his eyes. "Not sure daddy approves of that. You're a little young to be dating a girl like that, don't you think?"
"Come on, Jack," Rhys said. He ran his hand through his hair and laughed. "I think I'm old enough to talk with girls."
"Are you now?" Jack said.
"Yup, not that it matters," Rhys said. "Sasha's not really my type."
"And what is your type, kiddo?" Jack said, grinning. He patted the side of his thigh and wiggled his fingers to beckon Rhys over. "Come sit on my lap and tell Daddy Jack all about it. I should know who I need to threaten with a shotgun when they come knocking, don't I?"
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you." Rhys laughed, and wandered over. He helped himself to a seat in Jack's lap, straddling his hips. "Not sure I want you pointing a gun at yourself, dad."
"So I'm your type? Now that's the answer I like to hear." Jack helped himself to digging his fingers into Rhys' waist and grinned as the "kid" squirmed. Jack smacked him in the thigh. "Good boy."
"Ow! Jack! I thought I was being a good boy." Rhys huffed and shoved Jack in the shoulder. "That hurt."
"You keep whining like that and you're really going to be hurting when I bend you over my knee," Jack said, rubbing Rhys' thigh. He pinched Rhys in the side and laughed. "And then I'll have to ground you. What do you say to that, kiddo?"
"I'd have to call Sasha and complain about my old man for a few hours," Rhys said, smirking. "And I know how you'd love that."
"You are such a cheeky little brat," Jack said. He pushed them both over shoving Rhys' back flat into the couch cushions. Rhys grunted, his hips slamming into Jack's. "I love it."
Jack pressed their noses together, smothering Rhys into the couch. "Now, are you going to be a good boy or not, Rhysie?"
"I'm always a good boy," Rhys said back. "You're the big bad dad."
"Damn straight," Jack said.
"Language," Rhys said, pressing his lips together to keep from laughing.
Jack shut him up with a kiss and grinding their hips together.