The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs breaks into the moment. Slade snatches his hands back, stands up, and takes several steps back from me, as the front door opens. Candace and her friend, Michelle, walk in laughing about something.
Candace smiles over at us. "Hey, guys. We had to escape the heat and there are too many bodies in the pool. I guess you had the same idea," Candace says disappearing down the hallway with Michelle toward the kitchen.
"We can talk about this later," I state gruffly. I stand up and brush past him. Slade tries to grab for me but I yank my arm out of reach and walk out the front door.
"Aaron?" Slade calls out to me but I continue down the stairs and to the party.
********
"Everybody, y'all gather around. It's time for cake and gifts," Dad yells.
I am sitting at the designated cake table and waiting for my tone-deaf family and friends to sing, 'Happy Birthday'. I'm not in the mood to sit here and act as if I'm happy, even with my favorite chocolate cake sitting in front of me. They finish singing. I pause to make a wish:
I wish for Slade and me to find our way
I blow out the candles and smile faintly, hoping my wish would come true.
I get a buttload of great gifts. Some gag gifts involving Boston but overall I get a good haul this year. I bring my gifts inside, placing them into open boxes to pack them away. I sit down by my window and stare at everyone in the yard. I see Slade sitting with his feet dangling in the pool. He's looking up and watching me. I get up and walk back down to the party. I have to keep myself occupied until the party is over.
I walk over to the food table, making a small plate for myself, when I hear someone clear their throat behind me.
"Aaron, can we talk?" Slade asks trying to keep the sun out of his eyes.
Shaking my head 'no', I take a bite of chicken. "Slade, I don't want to talk to you right now."
"Shit, Aaron, I said I was sorry." Slade takes a step closer. He whispers, "Baby, c'mon. Talk to me."
I don't do a good job of hiding my scoff. "Now you want to talk? When I wanted to, you acted like a complete jackass. I'll talk to you but not 'til after the party."
Am I a jackass for doing what I'd just done? He apologized and I was an ass to him. I feel bad, as I walk over to Josh, and we talk about the baseball season so far. I'm hoping Slade doesn't take off before we do talk. It would suck for my birthday to end on such a sour note.
The plans I have for tonight are on the backburner for the time being. I still love him but until we resolve our issues. I can't tell him. It doesn't seem right.
********
The party starts to breakup around 7pm. Before I know it, it's just me, my family and Slade left cleaning up. We were done with a majority of the heavy moving and trash removal in about a half an hour.
I go inside to use the bathroom. I come back out to find Slade talking to my sister by the pool; he has her giggling about something, "What's goin' on over here?" I ask, climbing the stairs to the deck of the pool.
"Slade was tellin' me the story of when you guys went to Richmond for sushi, and how you throw up in the bathroom. You're such a dork," Candace replies, laughing and pointing at me.
"It takes one to know one." I pick her up off the lounge chair dropping her in the pool. I jump in after and begin to dunk her under the water. I give her one final dunk before I swim to the edge to climb out.
"Asshole," Candace sputters breaking the water's surface. She swims to the side of the pool and sticks her middle finger up at me.
At 15, Candace is your typical run-of-the-mill, pain in the ass sibling, but she is also the best and I adore her. I look down at her blonde hair plastered to her face and can't help but laugh. People typically confuse us for being twins because we look so much alike except Candace has dad's hazel eyes, while I have mom's light brown. She's still getting use to her tall stature after having grown from 5'5 to 5'10 in a year and a half. I'm protective of her. I've had to threaten my friends to keep them from her. I hate that they look at her as if she was some tasty treat. They know she's off-limits but some still try to cozy up to her with no success.
"You look good, Can. You should keep that look."
"Buzz off, moron" she says, swimming to the steps and trying to haul herself out the pool.
"Love ya, too, squirt." I push her back in and motion for Slade to follow me.
All I can hear as we walk away is her yelling a slew of obscenities.
"Aaron, Candy, your dad and me are going to Smiths to hang out for a little bit. We'll be back by midnight. Y'all be good, okay?" Ma tells us stopping at the passenger side of the car.
"Yes, ma'am," we answer in unison. Slade looks a little bit uneasy. Ma smiles over at us before she gets into the car. My parents pull off and disappear down the road.
"I'm going to B.J.'s and I'll be back before them," Candace says throwing her clothes over her wet bathing suit. She hops on her bike and turns to us. "Oh Slade, thanks for the sushi story," she cackles and takes off.
"You tell anyone about that and you're dead, do you hear me, squirt?" I yell trying to grab at her.
"I'm so scared," she says over her shoulder. Candace pedals faster to get out of my reach. "Stop callin' me 'squirt'."
"What the hell? Why did you tell her about the sushi?" I ask looking over at Slade.
"She mentioned seeing sushi on some cooking show. Before I knew it, I was telling her about Richmond. Sorry," he answers, shrugging his shoulders and giving me this pathetic look.
"Come on. Let's go inside. I gotta get out these wet shorts."
Slade and I walk into the house. I don't say anything as I close the door behind us, because I want him to say something first.
"I got you a gift but it's not ready yet. Hopefully, it'll get it here before you leave," he tells me turning to look at me.
I look down at the floor not replying to him. I can feel his eyes on me and I try my best not to look at him.
Slade stands in front of me. He clears his throat. "You'll never know how sorry I am for how I reacted when you told me about your mom knowing about us. I was an ass and you didn't deserve the way I treated you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I understand why you didn't want to talk to me." Slade places his hands on my waist. He tries to kiss me but I turn my head and he takes a couple of steps back. "What?"
"I could accept your apology but that would be too easy, and then we'd go on to ignore what happened today. I'm not gonna do that. You hurt me, Jones." I get the nerve to look him directly in his piercing blue eyes.
"Aaron, all I can do is apologize. I know what I did was fucked up and you didn't deserve it. The one person I wanted to talk to I couldn't because I was embarrassed."
"Embarrassed? Why were you embarrassed?"
"You told me your mom knew about us for a year. I thought back to all those times since then and wondered if she thought about what we did when we were alone in your room. I couldn't look at you without seeing her."
I run my hands through my hair and look down at him. "You could've picked a better way, Slade. You made me feel like shit, walking away from me every time I got close, or you'd pretend I wasn't even around you. There was a point in time there when I wanted to go upstairs and cry my eyes out."
His voice trembles, "I never want to make you feel that way ever again. Baby, please. I'll do anything." Slade leans his forehead on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
Slade looks back up at me, steps as close as he can get, cups my cheek in his hand, and strokes it with his thumb back and forth; he places his other hand over my heart. We stare into each other's eyes. The pleading in his eyes is my undoing. I cover the hand he has over my heart with my own and I lean my cheek into his other hand.
"Stop apologizing already, will ya?" I titter softly taking him in my arms. Slade kisses me on the neck and hugs me tighter. I'm still upset but I'm going to have to let it go somehow. We only have two weeks left and I can't be petty and spend it mad at him. "Please don't hurt me like that again."
"I won't. I'd be a fool to."
I have all these thoughts running through my head and I decide to go for broke. "We may as well talk about everything, are we breaking up when I move?" The abruptness of my question catches Slade off guard.
"I-I-I don't know," he stammers, shrugging his shoulders and walking over to the staircase, he sits down with a grunt. "I don't wanna breakup. It is hard dating now and you're fifteen minutes away, Boston is a helluva lot farther away."
This is the first time I've heard him say he wants to stay together. There is hope even though there is doubt about the distance.
"I don't wanna to breakup either. Should we try long distance or do you think that's too naïve to consider?" I search for something, anything from him and I walk over to the staircase standing in front of him.
"Let's worry about it when we have to. Kiss me," he says, standing up on the first step. He leans in and peppers my cheek with soft pecks.
There he goes trying once again to evade my question. I'm not letting him off. Not this time.
"Don't try to distract me. Why do you keep putting this off? We only have two weeks left together. I wanna know." I cross my arms. "Slade, are we breaking up when I move? It's always 'let's worry about it when we have to'. Well, we have to and it's now. What do you want to do?"
Slade sighs and he cups my face in his hands. He leans forward placing his forehead on mine and begins rubbing my ears. We don't say anything for a while. He swallows hard and then finally gives me an answer. "Aaron, I don't wanna breakup. I need you in my life."
I finally have my answer. I'm bursting with joy.
Slade caresses my neck, then he moves his hands to my shoulder, and I place my hands on his waist. He gives me a shy smile before pulling me into a tight hug. My heart would've shattered if he wanted to break things off.
"I need you too," I whisper back. I can feel Slade's warm breath as he nuzzles in closer to me. The stubble of five o'clock shadow tickles and scratches me lightly. "You have got to shave. My skin's gonna get irritated from this scruff you got going," I chuckle rubbing my cheek.
I look into Slade's eyes and the want pouring from them is unmistakable.
"Aaron, I don't want to shave. I want you to take me upstairs. I want to make you feel good," he says before capturing my lips with his. Slade's lips are tantalizingly warm. They're sweet from the soda and barbeque sauce he had during the party. He's running his hands through my hair and massaging the back of my neck. The soft whimper that escapes me only eggs Slade on.
Slade starts to deepen the kiss but then pulls away. Everywhere he goes, I follow, he's making me chase after him, and it elicits a couple of frustrated groans from me. He takes a step up the stairs drawing me with him. I wrap both arms around his waist and pull him in close to keep him from pulling away. Slade locks his arms around my neck and somehow wraps his legs around my waist. I almost lose my balance off the step but I'm able to correct myself. I groan lightly when Slade adjusts himself and I can feel him hardening against my stomach. Slade gasps when I nibble on his bottom lip before I suck on it gingerly.
"Oh, baby..." I don't let Slade finish before cutting him off with another deep kiss.
I cautiously climb the stairs with Slade in tow. He keeps grinding his hips into me causing me to moan involuntarily into the kiss. Reaching the top of the stairs, I walk us both down the hall to my room, and I push the door open with one hand and slam it shut with my foot.
Never breaking contact, I carefully lay Slade back onto my bed. I support my weight on my elbows as we continue making out. He unwraps his legs from my waist and tucking them behind my thighs. I kiss him on his neck, sucking and licking my way to his ear; I can taste the chlorine from the pool on his skin. He lets out a little gasp as I lick the outline of his ear and blowing softly. Slade bucks against me and sighs deeply. I nip his earlobe and he begins to writhe beneath me. Slade is moaning and panting near my ear getting me more turned on. I suck on his neck to mark him but one he could easily hide with a shirt.
Slade is trying to move away, which only causes me to go harder. Slade stammers, "Aaron, it's your birthday. Let me take care of you right now." He pushes against my shoulder to minimize my attack on him. Slade puts a hand down into my shorts and takes hold of my engorged cock and strokes slowly. I love the way it feels, but I reluctantly remove his hand, and he pouts visibly.
"Later. I'm having too much fun right now. I like feeling you squirm beneath me. It's a fucking turn on." My hands begin to move over his exposed skin, pinching and caressing his taut flesh.
Slade tightens his legs pulling me in closer to him. He grabs my face giving me a kiss so deep; it's hard to catch my breath, all the while he's undulating beneath me. I gyrate meeting Slade's every move. I groan, when he nips my shoulder and eases the pain with a few lingering licks of his tongue. He runs his hands up and down my back and into my hair.
I'm lightly touching his cheek feeling the stubble under my fingers and running my thumb over his bottom lip. I turn his head, teasingly licking my way back to his ear and I blow softly, he moans louder. Slade loosens the hold his legs have on me and parts them.
"You've got me so hard, baby," he whispers breathlessly in my ear.
Slade grabs my hand placing it down the front of his swimming trunks. I continue to kiss and suck on his swollen lips. I stroke his hefty erection with exuberance. Slade is about the same size as me but he has more girth.
For the next five minutes, I teasingly bring him up and down, stroking him feverishly while licking the tip of his rigid member. I know how he likes me to get him off. I might be doing some of this as payback for earlier but it's still hot as hell listening to him moan. I can tell he is getting frustrated because he wants to come and I'm not letting him. Slade looks at me with those damn puppy dog eyes of his and I know I have to give him relief. I know exactly what I have to do to give him what he wants. Because my windows are open, and Slade tends to get loud in the heat of the moment, I cover his mouth with my hand, and I chomp down on the most sensitive spot on his neck. He moans loudly and bucks hard up in my hand. I can feel him lick and suck on my hand and then his eyes roll to the back of his head. I hear a whine before he comes hard and strong in my hand, meeting my stroke with the thrust of his hips. The spurts reach the top of his chest and on my shoulder. I remove my hand from his mouth but still stroking him slowly with the other.
Slade is looking at up at me, panting, and running his hands over his chest, down into his shorts, "So good. That was so good, baby."
I smile with a cock of my eyebrow. "Yeah, you know it!" I say with a smirk and lick his cum off my hand.
"You're about to know it, too. It's my turn now. Get ready to blow your load, baby," he says. His eyes filled with lust.
With cat like moves, Slade straddles me below my waist and ferociously begins to kiss me. My head is spinning as he kisses me stupid. Before I know it, Slade has me on my back and he's pulling my shorts down. There's no hesitation as he engulfs my sensitive cock into his luscious mouth.
"Damn, I don't even get foreplay." I say with a smile that disappears when Slade takes me deeper into his mouth. "Hmm, hmm, that feels real good, fuck it, I don't need the foreplay." My hands are everywhere on my chest and pinching the taut nubs of my nipples. I lick my lips and moan at the feeling Slade's causing to rush through my body.
Slade looks up into my eyes and winks while he continues working me over with his hands and mouth. I clutch the sides of his head as he works my fully erect 7-inch cock. Every thrust, I feel the tip of my cock hit the back his throat and Slade would swallow. The pleasure I'm feeling is intense and I'm about to lose control. I thrust up with each bob of his head. I'm close but I don't want to shoot, not yet, but Slade is sucking so hard I have to let go, "Fffuuuccckk, I'm about to come. Shit."
Slade deep throats me, and seconds later, I explode in his mouth. He keeps sucking until I fully unload before he swallows. I hear a slight popping sound as his mouth releases me. My body is still jerky as he kisses and licks his way up my body. We kiss. I get excited when I taste myself in our kiss. Slade is rubbing his body against mine. I manage to stop him from starting something I know he's not ready for yet. We lay together until we both regain our composure. My lips are a little irritated from the scratches Slade's scruff made, I lean over to grab the medicated lip stuff to soothe them.
********
We make it off my bed and into the shower. We make out some more before climbing out to dry each other off.
"Jones, sit on the counter. There's something we have to do."
He looks at me curiously but does what I ask. I break out the shaving cream and he smiles. I fill the sink with warm water and get out my razor. I lather the shaving cream on his face. I carefully ease the blade across his cheek making sure not to nick him. I've gotta admit that I'm kind of turned on, this is erotic. Every time the razor would touch his face, his breath would hitch and he'd lick his lips. We would catch each other's eyes and smile. It takes about three minutes before I'm done. I clean the rest of the shaving cream off before I apply the aftershave to him.
"I love that you smell like me." I kiss the tip of his nose and chin.
"How romantic of you," he whispers in my ear. I chuckle and grab my toothbrush from behind him.
"Here you can use this. I'll see you back in the room." He hops down off the counter and I give his ass a hard smack. He winces but doesn't say anything. I get back to the room pulling on a pair of shorts and a ratty t-shirt. I grab an extra t-shirt and shorts for Slade, he walks in the room with the towel securely wrapped around his waist, "Here, you can wear these."
I toss them over to him and he dresses in five seconds flat. Slade may be smaller but he fits into my clothes. There's something sexy about seeing him in my clothes. I fight back the urge of wanting to undress him and doing lewd things to him.
"I'm hungry," he states taking me out of my perverted thoughts.
"I saw how much you put away earlier and you still have room for more? I swear you have got the stomach of a goat," I laugh.
"I need to replace all the energy I used. C'mon," Slade holds out his hand. I take it and we walk down the stairs.
We go into the kitchen to make a plate of food. The two of us hang out a bit more watching TV and playing video games. We fall asleep for about 30 minutes on the couch before I wake him up around 10pm.
"I'm gonna go home. I'm tired and I have to work the late shift tomorrow. I'll just wear your clothes home, okay?"
"Okay, let me grab my keys."
"No, I feel like walking home." He says nonchalantly, folding his clothes and putting them in a plastic bag.
"Are you crazy? That's almost a forty-minute walk by foot. Let me drive you home."
"Aaron, I'll be fine."
"Why won't you take the ride?" I fold my arms and lean against the counter. I stare intently at him trying to gauge his thought process.
Slade shrugs. "It was an emotional day for the both of us. It's a gorgeous night out. 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."
"Jones, if there's something...," I start but Slade interjects.
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