Aaron & Slade Ch. 03

"That sounds like fun. I'll get the food and drinks together. You can take care of everything else." Slade goes to move off the couch and I reluctantly let him go. He holds his hand out and pulls me to my feet. "I'll make a few sandwiches. Any special requests?"

"Nope. Surprise me."

Slade places a kiss on my neck, gives my ass a smack, and walks to the kitchen to get started on the food. My part is easy. All I have to do: grab the fold up chairs, towels, iPod & speakers, two large blankets, and miscellaneous items that I toss in a bag. I tell Slade that I'm going to setup while he finishes with the food. It only takes two trips for me to finish.

I walk out to the edge of the dock and I stare out at the lake watching the occasional ripple of the water caused by the ducks swimming nearby. The air although warm has a calming effect from the slight breeze wafting the smell of pine from the trees. There's not another soul in the vicinity. I stand there letting the time get away from me before heading back up to the cabin. Stepping inside, Slade is packing the smaller cooler with the food he's prepared.

"Oh, just in time, babe. I'm done." Slade says glancing at me before placing the last of the food into the cooler.

"Everything is setup. Let's go."

Slade grabs one end of the cooler and I grab the other. The sun beats down on us as we navigate our way down to the dock. The breeze has stilled in the short time it took to get to the cabin and back outside again.

I left a space for the cooler by the blanket for easy access. Once we put the cooler down, I kick off my sneakers, take off full speed, and cannonball off the end of the dock. The water feels cool and welcoming under the blazing sun. This is just what I needed to cool down.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Slade calls out walking down the dock.

"You better get that fine ass of yours in here," I call back as I tread water.

He stops at the end of the dock. "Oh, do you mean this ass?" Slade ask, as he turns around palming his ass firmly in his hands.

"Yeah, that one. Get it in here."

Slade smirks before he dives in the water and swims over to me. I pull him in closer to me, so I can wrap my legs around his waist. I lean back letting my head float in the water.

"Jones, I'm glad you suggested doing this, this is great. I can't remember the last time I felt this relaxed."

Slade's hands skim over my torso and move down to the sides of my waist. "I wanted one weekend when I didn't have to share you with anyone else. You're all mine. Shit!"

His exclaim breaks through my serenity. "What? What's wrong?" I ask in a panic, unwrapping my legs from around him.

"We forgot to put on sunblock. Let's go in real quick and apply before we both end up burning to a crisp."

I splash him with a face full of water. "Is that all? You ass! Don't scare me like that. I thought something was wrong."

Slade grabs my face kissing me lightly. "Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare ya. Forgive me?"

I roll my eyes. "I guess so."

"C'mon."

We swim up to the shore and dry off as best we can. Slade sits on the blanket. He starts to apply the sunblock to his arms and legs.

"I don't think you're doing a thorough job. Let me help ya."

Slade laughs and tosses the tube to me. He lies on his back and puts his sunglasses on. I squirt the sunblock into my hands. I work quickly and efficiently with the only mishap happening when I touch behind Slade's left knee. He's ticklish on his neck but he's most ticklish there. Once he let me continue it was easy-peasy. Although his occasional moaning was hard to endure. I tried my best not to let it derail me. After I was finished, Slade looked more relaxed. I give his taut ass a hard swat and he yelps. "You almost put me to sleep," he says, as he flips over rubbing his ass. "You're so good at that."

"Tell me something I don't know." My cocky grin on full display.

"How about you're an arrogant, son of a bitch," he says taking off his sunglasses.

"Again, tell me something, I don't know." Slade laughs, playfully pushes me away from him. I grab his sunglasses, put them on, and lie on the blanket, "My turn."

Slade follows the same path I'd worked on him. He has me turn over onto my stomach. He works the sunblock into my back. He leans down and kisses the back of my neck. A little moan escapes my lips. He rubs his chest up and down my back, panting and nibbling on my ear.

"Don't start," I growl.

"Start what?"

Slade starts to kiss my neck and down my spine. I turn over onto my back. He lightly plants kisses all over working his way up to my lips. His hands brush against the top of my shorts. He breaks the kiss and traces a line with his tongue along my neck. Slade slowly works his way down to my nipples latching on until they become hard. He draws the outline of my abs with his tongue back up to my nipples.

He kisses me before locking our fingers together as he kisses down to my belly button, gently licking around it before thrusting his tongue in. Slade knows this is my weak spot and always causes me to become super aroused. Slade only does it when he really wants to get me going. I can feel the pressure build in my shorts as the blood rushes to fill my groin. I prop myself onto my elbows and start squirming. My moans and groans of pleasure intensify with each pass he makes over my belly button. He releases my hands and grabs onto my hips to keep me from bucking hard against him.

"Holy fucking shit!" I cry out.

He starts planting little kisses above the top of my shorts, pulling them down slowly and setting me free. I can feel every breath he exhales. Slade gets on his knees while rubbing his hands all over me. Slade's inhales deeply and smiles before kissing my inner thighs.

I feel my now fully erect cock jerk continuously as he blows little puffs of air on me. I push the sunglasses up onto my head and watch him swirl his tongue around the tip, slowly. Why was he going so freaking slow? I'm about to lose it. Slade looks up at me, but he ignores my eyes silent plea, as he licks my full length multiple times. It's driving me crazy.

"Stop playing around and do it already." My voice cracks involuntarily.

Slade laughs, but soon enough, I see myself disappear into the warm and inviting depths of his mouth. His head bobs up and down in time with his hand that's stroking me every inch of the way. I'm squirming beneath him as his assault on my cock intensifies. He's deep throating me as he hums. The vibration is enough to drive me to the brink but not quite. I collapse back on the towel out of pure ecstasy. My thighs lock Slade's head in place. I grip his hair tight. I don't want him to go anywhere. After about a minute of this, I can't hold off. My orgasm explodes through me. My body convulses, my eyes roll to the back of my head and my toes curl. Slade's still sucking on my sensitive cock taking every bit of my release. It seems to go on forever and I am spent. I lay there still shaking and in a daze. I have to pull him off because I can't take it anymore.

Slade laughs as he crawls up on top of me. He starts kissing and playing with the dimple in my chin.

"You made my toes curl. Your fucking incredible!" I tell him in complete amazement.

"I know. Tell me something I don't know," he says with a kiss. We make out for a few minutes more.

"I thought we came down here to eat," I state, when Slade lies next to me on the blanket.

"We did but you sidetracked me. Why do you have to be so irresistible?"

"Jones, I can't help it. There are unexplainable things in this world. Me being irresistible is one of them," I say deadpanned but soon break into loud laughter when I see the look on Slade's face.

Slade exaggeratedly rolls his eyes and sits up. I watch his ass as he crawls over to cooler. "Shut up. C'mon, let's eat. What do you want? I have chicken salad, ham 'n cheese and roast beef sandwiches, and I through a quick bean salad together, along with a small garden salad."

"I'll have the ham 'n cheese with some of both salads." I quickly pull my shorts up. He hands me my plate and a bottle of water. "Thank you."

We eat in silence as we demolish our food. By the time lunch is over, I ate five sandwiches with three helpings of the bean salad and ate most of the garden salad. I let out a large belch and I look over at Slade who looks rather impressed with that one. He gives me a nod and smiles.

We're lying together on the blanket under the slight shade from the trees listening to music. We fall asleep but I wake up first and prop myself up to look at my boyfriend as he sleeps. He's so cute. His lips slightly parted and his snore is a lot softer than earlier this morning. I kiss the tip of his nose and cheek. I run my hand up his arm to his shoulder stopping to rest it on his neck. God, I love him so much. My heart is breaking knowing after next week I won't be able to do the little things like this him.

Slade mumbles in his sleep before he awakens. His blue eyes smiling back at me.

"Hey, you feel rested?" I ask smiling at him. My thumb caresses his cheek.

Slade stretches out long like a cat and groans. "Definitely feel rested. How about you?"

"Yeah, I'm good. What do you want to do now?"

"Let's take the boat out for awhile. We can take the music with us and have some fun in the sun," he suggests looking out at the calm lake.

"Sounds good to me. Is there enough gas in there so we don't end up stranded out there? Hell, does that thing even run?" I look over at the covered boat.

"There's only one way to find out. I gotta grab the key." Slade doesn't bother putting on his sneakers. He runs up to the cabin and reemerges a couple of minutes later with key in hand. He walks over to the boat, pulls off the cover, and climbs in. The boat sputters to life and Slade checks the gas gauge, "Looks like there is just under half a tank. We won't be able to go too far out. We have about thirty minutes before we have to make our way back here. Wanna take a chance and take it out?"

"I'm game if you are."

"I'm game."

Slade leaps out the boat back onto the ground. We hurriedly pack up everything to bring back into the cabin. I decide against bring the music, so we can spend more time talking.

It takes longer to get the boat into the water than expected. It's a relief once it is, but I know it'll be a bigger pain to get back out.

Slade wants to drive first and I'm scared shitless. I perform a silent prayer before he starts the engine. I position myself in the seat across from him. He backs the boat up and slowly turns us around. He's driving slower than I expected him to go but that changes soon enough. Slade starts driving the boat as if the cops are chasing us. My heart is pounding in my chest at an alarming rate. What possessed me to let him drive first? We careen around the lake, waking the once still water. The wading ducks fly to get out of the way. Slade does a turn that almost knocks me out of my seat and into the water. I get my balance and start to laugh nervously. For almost ten minutes, I suffered while he drove like a maniac. This is why I won't let him drive my truck.

"You don't have to try and kill me," I say standing beside him. "You had your fun. So, it's my turn now."

I thought Slade would argue but he doesn't. He pouts pitifully like a little boy and crosses his arm. I put my arm around his waist to pull him in closer. Slade takes a little nip at my shoulder. I drive us at half the speed Slade was driving. We're halfway back to the cabin.

"This is nice." Slade says moving his hand down to cup my ass.

"My ass or this," I ask pointing at the lake.

"The ass is very nice, but I'm talking about this day so far, and being out here with you, it's nice. But it's also making me sad."

"Why?" I ease up on the throttle until we slow down. I turn to him taking his hands into mine.

"Aaron, I'm really gonna miss you when you leave," Slade replies giving my hands a squeeze.

"I'll miss you too. I don't know how I'm gonna survive without you, my partner in crime. But, I'll come back as many times as I can to see you."

"Yeah, but it's not the same. We'll talk on the phone but we won't be able to hang out every day. Plus, who's gonna do the monkey dance for me?"

I push him back away from me. He seems stunned at first, but when he realizes I'm setting up to do the dance, he starts laughing. I came up with the 'monkey dance' three years ago, when Slade was upset about his grandpa's heart attack. Slade refused to laugh even when he knew his grandpa was fine. I did the dance one day and that was all it took. It's my go-to move to make him at least crack a smile.

When I finish the dance, he has a huge smile plastered across his face and hugs me.

"Do you feel better now?" I rub his back.

"Yeah I do." Slade steps back slightly. I can see the change in him, which makes me happy.

"Good 'cause I hate it when you're sad."

"I hate it when I'm sad too." Slade leans in to put his head on my shoulder.

"Hey look at me." Slade tilts his head up. I take my sunglasses off to look him squarely in the eyes. "We only have to get through these next few months. Are you with me?" I hope the little sliver of doubt I do have is not noticeable in my voice or eyes.

"Yeah?" Slade says half-heartedly, staring back at me. The bit of the sadness is back. Shit. He saw it.

"What? You don't sound so sure. Are you rethinking us trying long distance?" I ask with a nervous chuckle. He's looking into my eyes and there's something there but he's not saying anything. I can't be upset at him for it because I haven't told him everything.

"Aaron, I'm meant when I said, I need you. I'm not rethinking anything." Slade says with a smile. He wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me.

Out of nowhere, the sun disappears followed by a deafening crash of thunder. Miss April scaring me this morning is nothing compared to the sound of the thunder. The change in the air brings goosebumps to my arms. The sky lights up with a large bolt of lightning. The first thought that comes to mind: we have to get off the water and fast.

"Whoa. That doesn't look good." Slade points off into the distance and the sky is dark as night.

"We gotta get back to the cabin before we get caught out in this." I turn the key, the engine sputters, and nothing happens. "C'mon, C'mon, C'mon," I beckon. The boat comes to life after the third try.

"I was scared there for a minute. I thought we were gonna have to swim for it," Slade says with a nervous laugh.

"So did I."

I drive as quickly as I can without killing what's left of the gas. We get back to the cabin about five minutes later.

Slade hops out the boat onto the dock to help pull it in and tie us down. He grabs the boat cover and before we even open it up, the rain starts; it's hard and fast, and we have to get this boat covered. There's water inside the boat by the time we do get it covered. We'll have to deal with it later. We bolt up to the cabin crashing through the door. We're completely drenched and shivering from chilly air from the AC.

I toss Slade a towel.

"Woo, it is cold in here. I need to warm up," Slade states stripping out of his shorts and drying himself with the towel.

"I can help you warm up."

I take a step towards Slade and he's staring up at me; I lean down to kiss him. I lock my arms around his neck. I can feel him shiver. I take my towel and wrap it around his shoulders.

"C'mon, let's get dressed," he says giving one last peck. "I gotta use the bathroom. Hurry up and change. I don't want you to get sick." Slade states worriedly.

"I don't think that's gonna happen. Kiss me." I reach out to grab for him, but he slips from my grasp, I groan when he goes into the bathroom.

"Prepare to be jumped when you get out of the bathroom," I call out to him and I hear him laugh.

"Ooh, I'm shaking,' he says in a mocking tone. "Baby, can you grab me some clothes?"

There's another loud crash of thunder and the lights flicker, this not going to be good. Our tryst is going to have to wait. I put on dry clothes. I grab clothes for Slade. I knock on the bathroom door. "Here are your clothes."

Slade opens the door and he's completely naked. "Thank you." He grins before he shuts the door.

"You're such a freakin' tease." The lights flicker again, "Are there any candles?" I walk into the kitchen to check the drawers.

"I don't think so, but there may be a flashlight, in the bedroom. I'll check." Slade says walking out the bathroom and towards the bedroom. "Yeah, here it is and the battery is still good." He turns it on and shuts it off.

"We should cook supper before we lose power."

"No way! I'll cook you're a disaster in the kitchen. Go watch television."

I laugh because it's true. My cooking is not the best in the world.

Five months ago for his birthday, I tried to make Slade's favorite meal: steak w/ onions and mushrooms & garlic potatoes. It was a complete disaster. I overcooked the steak but left the onions and mushrooms raw. The potatoes were undercooked. The gravy was lumpy and tasted like flour. It was the worst. Slade ate a couple of bites but couldn't muster up the will to eat another bite. We called out for pizza.

"Fine, I'll watch some TV, while my boyfriend, the 'Iron Chef' cooks."

Slade laughs. He pushes me towards the couch before he goes to work in the kitchen while I surf the ten stations we're able to pick up out here. I land on an old action flick from the '80s.

I watch Slade out of the corner of my eye working furiously to put our dinner together. Before long supper's in the oven and he's walking over to the couch.

"I love this movie. The part at the end when he shoots that naked dude in the head in the middle of the street is fucked up and funny," Slade says sitting on the arm of the couch.

"Yeah. The first time I saw it, I couldn't stop laughing because I wasn't expecting it," I yawn and he looks at me.

"Take a nap, and I'll wake you up when supper's ready."

"Nah, I wanna finish watching the movie, even with the commercials, it's a damn good movie. Lay with me." I put my hand on his knee.

"If I lay down with you, I'm gonna end up falling asleep."

"Fine. Here sit on the cushion in front of me," I say, pulling a couch cushion from behind me, and placing it on the floor. Slade nods and sits crossed leg in front of me. The last thing I remember is draping my arm across his chest.

I awaken to Slade nibbling and whispering in my ear, "Aaron? Baby, wake up." I crack open one eye and see him looking at me and I smile, "It's about time. I was doing that for the past two minutes."

"What's wrong?" I sigh, closing my eye again.

"Supper's done, c'mon."

"Do I have to do get up now?"

"Yeah, we haven't eaten in a bit and I know you're hungry." At that moment, my stomach growls and Slade laughs. "See? I know you, too, well."

"Okay, fine." Slade helps me off the couch and I turn off the television. I sit at the small dinner table waiting for Slade to present the meal. "What did you make?"

"It's nothing fancy. I made baked chicken and roasted veggies," he says, placing my plate in front of me.

I take a bite. "Mm-mm, this is delicious. You should ask your manager if you can get on the line at the restaurant."

"I've been thinking about it, but I don't think he'll go for it. I'm the senior server and he relies on me a lot with the other servers. He doesn't trust Chad enough to step in to do what's necessary."

"You never know until you ask. He might surprise you and say 'yes'."

He smiles, "I'm not promising anything, but I'll think about it."

We continue to eat and talk. The rain is beating down on the roof. The lights flicker again and we stop to look around.

"I hope we don't lose power before the end of the night."