Aaron & Slade Ch. 02

Candace is unbelievably smart too, and excels in all her classes. I'm not above asking her for help if I need it, and she never holds it over my head when I do. She'll probably end up winning a Nobel Prize in science or mathematics.

I've thought about telling her I'm gay many times. Out of my entire my family I know she'd be the one to champion me without hesitating, but I didn't want to put that on her. However, what harm would it cause to tell her now? Ma knows. Nevertheless, I don't think I can handle someone else knowing right now. Her time will come; it's just a matter of when.

I smirk down at her. "You look good, squirt. You should keep that look."

"Buzz off, moron," she says, hauling herself out the pool.

"Love ya, too, Can." I push her back in and motion for Slade to follow me. All I hear as we walk away is a slew of mumbled obscenities.

"Aaron, Candy, your dad and me are going to Smiths to unwind. We'll be back by midnight. Y'all be good, okay?" Ma tells us, stopping at the passenger side of her car.

"Yes, ma'am," we answer. Slade looks uneasy and waves. Ma smiles, gets in the car, and they drive off.

"I'm going to B.J.'s. Pick me up later?" Candace asks, throwing her clothes on over her wet bikini.

I cross my arms and nod. "Sure. Just give me a call when you're ready, 'kay?"

She hops on her bike. "You're awesome, big bro. Oh hey, Slade! Thanks for the sushi story," she cackles taking off.

"You tell anyone about that and you're dead. Do you hear me, squirt?" I reach for her.

"Oh, I'm so scared. And stop callin' me 'squirt'," she says over her shoulder, pedaling faster.

I turn around, and before I ask, he answers, "She mentioned seeing sushi on some cooking show. Before I knew it, I was telling her about Richmond."

Now that we're alone, we can clear the air without interruptions. "Forget about it. Let's go inside."

Walking into the house, I close the door behind us, and Slade promptly stands in front of me. He looks so sad. I can only imagine how I must look.

"I'm sorry," we say together.

I open my mouth, but Slade places a finger to my lips. "Aaron, I, uh... when you told me about your mom, I acted like a douche towards you, and there was no need for it. I don't know what else to say, baby, except, I'm sorry."

Nodding, I say, "I'm sorry too for blindsiding you the way I did, and for how I acted after. I should've talked to you when you asked, but by then, I was so hurt that I wanted to hurt you back." I look sadly into his piercing blue eyes. "You made me feel like shit, Jones. How could you do that to me?"

The tears roll down my cheeks. He wipes them away with the swipe of his thumbs, and his eyes water too. "Aar, hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do. I knew we had to talk, but I was too ashamed," he says, the last words are barely a whisper, as he looks away.

Curious and taken aback, I get eye level with him. "I'm your boyfriend. Today affected both of us, and you were too ashamed to talk to me?"

He shrugs, shaking his head, "Baby, I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn't look at you without seeing your mom. We've spent a lot of time in your room. It upset me to think what she must've thought we were doing this past year."

I groan. "C'mon, it's not like we had sex. Yeah, we did things, and slept in the same bed, but that's it. If Ma were really worried, she would've kept us a part somehow, but she didn't." I run my hands through my hair, and mutter, "I just wish you would've talked to me right then, Jones. I really needed you today."

Slade leans in. His voice trembles, "Aar, I'm more ashamed for walking away from you the way I did. I dropped the ball. It'll never happen again." He looks up at me, cups my cheek in his right hand, and strokes it with his thumb; he places his other hand over my heart.

Staring into each other's eyes, I cover the hand he has over my heart with my own, and I lean my cheek into his other hand, and kiss his wrist. I suck briefly on my bottom lip before taking him in my arms. Though I'm still upset, I have to try to let it go, or it will ruin the time we have left. I whisper in his ear, "Please, don't freeze me out like that again."

"I won't. Promise," Slade says, holding me tighter, and plants a kiss to my neck.

With my own thoughts running wild, I decide to go for broke, and ask quietly, "Are we breaking up when I move?"

The abruptness of my question catches him off guard. His body tenses and stammers incoherently. Walking over to the stairs, he sits with a grunt. "It's hard dating now, and you're a fifteen minute drive away. Boston is a helluva lot farther than that."

I search for something, anything from him as I close the distance between us, and ask again, "Jones, are we?"

"Aar, we have four weeks. Let's worry about it when we have to," he says, standing on the first step. He peppers my cheeks and lips with soft, unhurried kisses.

There he goes again trying to evade answering the question. Since finding out about Boston, I've asked him once a week if we're breaking up, and I get the same response. It's nerve wracking not knowing if he wants to keep being my boyfriend when I move.

I take a step back, shake my head, and cross my arms. "Slade, why won't you answer me? It's always, 'let's worry about it when we have to'. Well, I'm worried, and telling you I don't wanna breakup, do you?"

Holding my breath, I await his answer. My heart beats with a nervous flutter. He has the power to either crush my world or make me the happiest man on Earth.

Slade cups my face tenderly, presses his forehead to mine, and sighs. It feels as though hours pass, but it's only been seconds, when he says, "This is hard for me, Aar. But, I don't want you to worry any more, 'cause I don't wanna breakup. So, I guess you're stuck with me, baby."

I exhale a sigh of relief before I kiss him long, deep, and hard. The feeling of the last remaining tension dissipating between is welcoming. His warm breath caresses my skin when he moves to nuzzle my neck. I smile rubbing my cheek against his. Normally, the feel of his facial hair bothers me, but not now, I couldn't care less.

Slade's warm hands travel down my back to squeeze my ass. He rubs his nose against mine several times. The touch of his lips is tantalizingly warm and sweet as they graze against mine. He runs his hands through my hair making me purr happily into the kiss. He takes a step up the stairs eliciting a deep growl from me. I wrap my arms around his waist to keep him from pulling away. He locks his arms and his legs around me. Palming his luscious backside, I carefully climb the stairs. I walk quickly down the hall to my room and kick the door shut.

I sit on the bed with him straddling my lap. His hands and mouth are everywhere while he rolls his hips torturously atop me. He pushes against my shoulders until I'm flat on my back. Hovering over me, he turns my head to the side, and begins kissing and licking my ear. I'm so distracted I don't realize his hand is inside my shorts until I feel it wrap around my cock. His lips find his favorite spot on my neck. I bite my lower lip and moan deeply when he sucks hard. I gasp feeling him lick over the spot repeatedly.

My body warms all over as Slade slowly moves down and licks my nipples. His tongue runs incessantly over the now hard, sensitive nubs. He grunts when I pull a surprise reversal with him now under me.

When I glide my finger over his lips, he licks it and then sucks it into his mouth. I feel my stiff cock jerk inside my shorts. Kissing his neck, I move towards his ear, and he moans when I lick and blow on it softly. Grinding my hips against him allows our moans to intermingle as he writhes beneath me.

Latching onto my favorite spot on his neck, he buries his hands in my hair holding me to him, which only makes me suck harder. He tries to minimize my attack, but I know he likes it, because the harder I suck, the louder he moans. Slade gently rubs my swollen cock through my shorts.

I lick and kiss my way down his heated flesh until I reach his taut nipples, sucking and biting each until he pulls me to him for a kiss.

Slade grabs my hand placing it to his turgid thickness. "You've got me so hard, baby," he whispers, breathlessly in my ear. I lean back, and in one swift motion, pull his shorts off. All seven uncut inches of him lays hard against his stomach. Pre-cum drips onto his stomach invitingly. I lick it up with enthusiasm. Not wanting to be greedy, I let Slade taste himself on my tongue while I stroke his hefty erection.

When he tries to roll me back over, I shake my head and move his hands behind his head. I place random kisses and licks down his chest. Nuzzling my nose in his soft patch of pubic hair, I breathe in his musky and sweaty scent, moan deeply, and kiss his full length before swallowing him whole. He tweaks his nipples, pinching and pulling on them as he fucks my mouth with slow, shallow thrusts. Pulling back, I stroke him, as I lick and suck his balls, paying close attention to massage his taint. Slade's moans get steadily louder as he gets close, but I don't him to come just yet, and pause making him groan in frustration. I know I'm being a little vindictive because of earlier, but I love hearing him whimper. It makes me harder just hearing him.

I purposely take him to the brink and stop a couple times until he finally begs me. His eyes are barely slits looking down at me, when he says, "Baby, please, I wanna come."

My windows are open, so I cover his mouth, and gingerly sink my teeth into his neck. He bucks hard in my hand, matching each of my strokes with an erotic sway of his hips. He lets out a loud whine before gushing his release all over his stomach and my hand. He convulses repeatedly, and his stifled moans fill the room.

When he stops, I lick his cum from my hand, and kiss him. Slade moans, playfully nips my bottom lip, and looks at me with hazy sapphire eyes. He covers the hand I have on his chest with his own and says, "Damn, baby."

Feeling accomplished, I smile with a cock of an eyebrow. "Yeah, you know it!"

Slade's eyes fix on me lustfully. "You're about to know it, too. Get ready to blow your load, birthday boy."

With cat like moves, he straddles me and ferociously attacks my lips. My head spins as he kisses me breathless. Before I know it, I'm on my back and he's pulling off my shorts. My own stiff uncut seven inches begs him to swallow it whole. There's no hesitation as he does just that.

Still feeling superior for getting him to beg, I prop myself up with a smirk and say, "What no foreplay?" However, the smirk disappears, when I feel the back of his throat, and collapse back on the bed. "Fuck foreplay."

There's no way I'm going to last at the rate he's going. Slade's working me into a frenzy with his hands and mouth. With every thrust, I feel him swallow. My moans come out strangled with beads of sweat covering my face. My nails dig in his shoulders. Soon, I feel the tingling at the base of my spine signaling my impending orgasm. I close my eyes knowing I can't hold back. He grabs my hips to hold me still. With one more of his intense swallows, I announce, "Fuck, I'm gonna come."

I erupt filling his mouth; the vibration from his moans has me gripping his hair tight. I look down to see him eyeing me. He moves slowly until he's atop me, massaging my chest and neck with deft attention, while rolling his hips. He gasps, when I hold his hips, and grind repeatedly against him.

Grabbing the sides of his neck, I pull him down for a mind-melting kiss. He stretches his body out over mine, breaks the kiss, and smiles at me. I grab a handful of his hair, pull his neck back, and inspect my mark. It's already a dark purple. He shudders when I run my tongue over it. When I release him, he nestles himself between my legs, and places his head on my shoulder.

We lay together in our post-orgasmic bliss, giving each other lazy kisses and caresses. My kiss-swollen lips are in need of relief. I lean over to grab the medicated lip stuff.

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We're in the shower under the hot spray, washing and kissing until the water turns cold. After we dry off, I ask Slade to sit on the counter. He looks at me curiously but complies. I fill the sink with warm water, and break out my razor. With his face covered in shaving cream, I carefully ease the blade across his face. Every time the razor touches him, his breath hitches, and licks his lips. It's wildly erotic. I can't believe how turned on I am. About five minutes later I'm done. Wiping his face, I apply the aftershave.

Slade pulls me in, grazes his cheek against mine, and whispers in my ear, "Is that better?"

"Oh, yeah, much better," I chuckle softly.

Slade hops off the counter; I give his ass a smack, and he smiles, waving my toothbrush. "I'm using it."

"Go ahead. I know where your mouth has been," I laugh.

He shakes his head but he laughs along. "Aar, you're such a cheeseball."

"You should talk. You're cheesier than me, and you know it," I say, walking up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, and kiss the back of his neck. "I'm gonna change, okay?"

He winks at me in the mirror. "I'll be right there."

Kissing his neck one more time, I head to my room, and dress. Seconds later, Slade walks in and I fight the urge to go for round two. He takes the clothes I hand him and dresses in five seconds. Everyone says and I agree that there's nothing sexier than seeing your significant other wearing your clothes.

"Aar, I asked if you were hungry 'cause I am," he says breaking through my thoughts.

I laugh. "You're always hungry."

"Whatever. C'mon, I could go for some ribs." He holds out his hand, I take it and we head downstairs.

While he piles his plate high with food, I make a small one for myself. We watch TV in my room, fall asleep, and wake-up a little after 11pm, when my phone goes off. It's Candace.

"What up?" I ask, kissing the top of Slade's head.

"I'm ready," she states.

"Okay, I'm on my way." The call ends.

Slade stretches out and groans. "I'm goin' home. Gotta get some sleep I work the late shift tomorrow."

I stuff my feet in my sneakers. "Stay the night."

"I would but I'm still a little weirded out about your mom. Besides, Jessica's picking me up tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll drop you home after I get Can."

"No, don't worry about it. I'll walk," he says nonchalantly.

Surprised, I say, "Are you high? That's almost a forty-minute walk by foot. Let me drive you home."

He shakes his head. "Nah, you don't have to."

I fold my arms. "Jones, why won't you take the ride?"

Slade shrugs. "It was an emotional day. I need to clear my head. This is the perfect way for me to do that. If I cut through the field, it'll shave off ten minutes. Besides, Candace is in the opposite direction."

"Jones, if this is about earl...," I start but Slade interjects.

"Baby, it's not a big deal, okay? I swear there's nothing wrong. I just feel like walking home, is all," he says, standing in front of me. "Aar, I'll be fine."

South Hill maybe dull, but anything can happen, and I don't want it happening to him. Also knowing he won't give in, I let it go. "Please be careful?"

Slade locks his arms around my waist. "I'm always careful."

I wiggle my finger playfully at him. "There are only a couple of rules: No accepting rides or candy from strangers. Do you hear me, young man?"

He pouts playfully. "Not even if it's James Franco with a Butterfinger?"

I don't see the appeal in Slade's celebrity crush but to each his own. "Especially, if it's James Franco with a Butterfinger, he's not good enough for you."

He rises on his toes to nibble my ear. "Do you know someone who is good enough for me?"

I chuckle and bite back a moan. "As a matter-of-fact I do, and you're gonna make him nut, if you keep kissing his ear like that."

He buries his face in my neck and laughs. "You're such an idiot. Let's go."

We head downstairs. I secure the house before heading to the front where Slade's waiting. I turn the nob; he flattens a hand against the door, when I turn around, he kisses me softly. When he pulls back, he brushes the hair from my eyes, and says, "Happy birthday, Aaron."

I rub my nose against his and say, "Thank you, Jones. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Do you want pizza?"

He nods. "Yeah, sounds good."

My phone buzzes. It's Candace again. "I'm leaving now, squirt. I couldn't find my keys. I'll be right there." I hang up. Before I open the door, I look in his eyes, and say, "Promise me that if anything seems sketchy that you'll call me, and I'll come get you, okay?"

Slade nods. With one last kiss and a long hug, we part, and he whispers, "Night, baby."

"Night, Jones."

We walk outside. Slade gives my hand a firm squeeze, walks down the stairs, and disappears into the darkness. I climb in my truck, and think back over the stress called my birthday.

I thought today would be memorable for me professing my love to Slade. Instead, it was because my mother outed herself about knowing about my relationship with him. The two of us should be together right now at the dam, kissing under the stars, but we're not. I just wish I knew what was in store for us these next four weeks, because I don't think I can handle anything as stressful as today.