Aaron & Slade Ch. 04

Slade whispers, "Holy shit. Aaron, you're so big, baby. Oh, my god."

He tucks his bottom lip securely between his teeth.

With every thrust, I give him all that I have. Slade's soft pleas intensify when he grips and claws my chest. He leans forward and sucks on my neck while taking little nips. Holding him close to me, my hands scale up his back up his to shoulders to use as leverage. I thrust hard repeatedly. A loud sustained whimper is my reward for my deep, hard thrusts into his tight channel.

"Shit, Slade. Fuck, you feel so good," I moan against his lips before claiming them.

Slade's continuous contracting with my thrusts has me hoping for it to never end. The only thing is, if he keeps doing it, I won't last much longer. Staring up at him, I watch his heavy-lidded gaze with delight. His rhythmic bouncing on my cock has me slowing down to a complete stop; his ass grips my dick hard enough that my eyes cross.

Opening his eyes, he pleads quietly, "Don't stop, baby. Keep going." Slade rocks his hips back and forth then into small, sensual circles. Moaning deeper and louder than I've ever had, I throw my head back against the pillow. Slade's walking me to the edge of the orgasm cliff and trying to throw me over. I can't have it end like this.

Now it's my turn to plead.

"Slade stop. If you don't, I'm gonna come right now and I don't want to." Gripping his hips tight with my hands, I successfully stop his torturous movements. I fist Slade's hair to kiss him, but I don't. Instead, I tell him, "Get on your knees."

Where did that come from?

Slade groans as I slide from inside him. Taking me in hand, Slade strokes me furiously while licking on my neck and nibbling my ear. Covering his hand with mine, I pull his hand away. Slade looks at me questioningly. Without saying anything, I pull him to the center of the bed, and he yelps when I turn him over onto his stomach. I kiss and lick down his back. There's no hesitation as my tongue delves into his slickened hole and begin to tongue the sensitive bundle of nerves. Slade instinctively starts to push back. He reaches back to hold my head in place. I hardly have to do anything as he undulates his hips riding my eager tongue.

Repeatedly, Slade whimpers with a gasp, "Aaron." The sound of my name passing through his lips has me stroking myself at a pace I ever knew possible.

When I pull Slade to his knees, his head falls to the bed and shakes his ass purposely back and forth. I rub the outside of his once puckered hole that has now stretched to accommodate me.

"You can stop growling like I'm a piece of meat someone is trying to snatch away from you," Slade jokes with panting breaths.

I palm and rub his ass affectionately.

"I wasn't growling."

His voice heavy with desire, Slade says, "Yeah, you were but we can debate about that another time because I'd rather have you inside of me." I smack his ass hard and he moans, "C'mon, baby, finish it. Make me come."

Rolling to the edge of the bed, I step down grabbing him, so his ass hangs off the edge of the bed. I aim for my target. Using painstakingly slow strokes, I let my hands glide over Slade's sweaty back. Clutching his waist, Slade arches up to kiss me and I wrap both arms around him. Our kiss is barely a brushing of the lips because we're both grunting and moaning with each thrust. Slade's head falls back against my shoulder. Licking and biting his neck causes him to thrust back hard repeatedly.

Whispering in his ear, I wrap my right hand tightly around Slade's bulging hard on, and I say, "I want you to come first."

Slade's head falls back to the bed. With a well-positioned thrust, he mewls, "You're deep. Aaron, you're so fucking deep. Harder, baby. I wanna come with you inside me."

I comply with his pleas. Moments later, Slade shudders multiple times before letting out a long and loud whimper. Slade clamps down and comes in several huge spurts on top of the cover.

His ass pulses around me. The closer I get to coming, the more staggered my pace becomes. I come hard with soft grunt. "Shit" is the only word I can manage to utter. The sweat pours from my face onto Slade's back. His ass is still milking me of my release as I fill the condom. My body jerks and my legs feel weak but I hold myself up. The stars bursting before my eyes are otherworldly. Is this the way making love feels all the time? Because if it is, then sign me up.

After a long moment, I pull out of Slade. Taking the condom off and throwing it in the trash, Slade pulls me down on top of him, and wraps his legs around me. We lie together kissing and holding each other. The kisses are tender and slow. I'm exhausted, content, and vulnerable all at the same time. Slade puts his forehead to mine and sighs sleepily.

Curious and panting, I ask, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, but it did hurt but it felt good at the same time," Slade answers sweetly and resting his hand on my cheek.

"I'm glad we waited. Tonight wouldn't have been the same if we hadn't," I reply sincerely.

I can't believe it took us two years to get to this point in our relationship, to say our first, 'I love you' to making love within the span of minutes.

"It was pretty special, wasn't it?" Slade gives me an Eskimo kiss. I run my thumb across his lips and he playfully sucks on it.

With a kiss to the tip of his nose, I tell him, "I'll be right back."

Reaching out to hold my hand, he asks, "Mmm. Where are you going?"

"Bathroom." I quickly kiss his forehead before heading to grab and wet a couple of washcloths for us. I walk back into the room. Slade has removed the soiled cover throwing it into the corner of the room. He's over by the night stand throwing something away.

"Here," I say, handing him one of the washcloths. He smiles up at me. I wipe myself down quickly before turning Slade around to wipe his back and he does the same for me. Climbing back on the bed, we hold each other with soft caresses, and stare into each other's eyes.

"Thank you," I tell him.

"For what?"

"For tonight and for trusting me. It means a lot to me."

"It was always supposed to be you. It was getting here holding us up. I love you, Aaron," he whispers.

"I love you too, baby," I reply, burying my face in his neck.

"Did you just call me 'baby '?" he asks with an amused chuckle.

Smiling brightly, I say, "Yeah, you gotta problem with that?"

"Kinda. It sounds weird. Go back to calling me 'Jones', okay?"

We both crack up at his statement.

Slade kisses me again before turning around. I pull him close to my chest. He grabs my hand, kisses it, and puts it to his chest. We talk until we both drift off to sleep.

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I awaken in the middle of the night to Slade lazily kissing on my neck and stroking my chest.

Sleepily, I ask, "What's wrong?"

The only reply I get from him is, "Baby."

We make love again for the second time. This time, it's slower and more explorative. I love looking at him, and seeing him in such a euphoric state. I can most definitely get used to sex being a part of our relationship.

Slade is the first to drift back to sleep. His chocolate brown hair disheveled making him look damn sexy. I never thought it was possible to fall more in love with him but I have. I hate knowing that in a week, it'll be months before we can see and hold each other again. I push those sad thoughts from my mind because I don't want to ruin the best night of my life. Snuggling in close to him, I lie there until Slade's rhythmic breathing lulls me to sleep.

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The sounds of birds chirping and Slade snoring softly in my ear awaken me from my slumber. Slade's lying on his stomach with his arm draped across my waist. I watch him sleep for a couple of minutes. He looks so handsome and serene. I hate having to leave the warmth of the bed but I have to pee. Sliding out of bed, I quickly and quietly use the bathroom.

Hearing music, I walk over to my iPod to turn it off. I check the time and it's a little after six in the morning. Grabbing a bottle of Dr. Pepper from the fridge, I chug it down and let out a loud belch. Slade would've been impressed with that one. I rub my stomach before heading back to bed.

I stand in the doorway to take in the sight before me of Slade stretched out over the bed. I climb back into bed, placing my head on his shoulder; he wraps his arms around me giving me a firm squeeze.

"Mornin', baby," he says quietly.

"Mornin', Jones. Go back to sleep."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

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The smell of bacon wafts through the air in my dream. It calls to me. I love bacon. I love the smell of it, and the taste of it. It's so delicious. By far, one the best things ever created on this planet. I stir in my sleep only to realize the smell of bacon is real. Hell, yeah, Slade's making breakfast. I take a deep breath and smile. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stretch and pull on my shorts before heading to the kitchen.

Slade has his back to me facing the stove. I sneak up behind him placing a kiss on the back of his neck. He lets out a startled yelp.

"Aaron, what the fuck, man?" he says, dropping the pan onto the stove elbowing me hard in the stomach.

Holding the side he hit, I apologize sheepishly, "Sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Rolling his eyes, Slade says, "Forget about it. What else do you want for breakfast besides bacon?"

"I don't care. You know I'll eat anything you make." I place my hand on the small of his back and rub it. I nuzzle my nose into his neck. He moans, leaning in closer to me.

Slade swiftly moves the pan to another burner and turns to face me. His arms wrap around my waist and down into my shorts. My breath hitches ever so slightly. Slade plants random kisses over my chest. His strong hands move up to grasp my back. I turn him so he's against the counter instead of the stove. Tilting his head up, I claim his lips for a mind-melting kiss.

"Mmm, you taste like bacon. I've changed my mind. I think I'd rather have you for breakfast instead." I lock my arms around his neck.

He snickers placing his forehead on my chin.

"After last night, I think two times is my limit, so I'm not on the menu today."

With a devilish grin, I say, "Damn. But I'm sure there are other things we can do."

"Baby, you play your cards right and we just may do those things," he says with a cock of an eyebrow. I laugh giving him a kiss. "Ok, go take a shower. By the time you're done breakfast should be too."

Before I walk away, I swipe a bacon strip from the plate, and he swats at my hand with the spatula. He misses but I feel the sting of his hand smacking my ass hard. I head for the bathroom and massaging my ass. Turning on the shower, I strip and stare at myself in the mirror. I still look like me. There's no huge sign over my head blinking, 'I FUCKED MY BOYFRIEND', in bright neon colors. I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting. I may not look different but I definitely feel different.

Shrugging it off, I step into the shower letting the water bead off my back. I step under the water to wet my hair.

Grabbing the little bottle of shampoo, I think to myself that I should cut my hair, but I know it won't happen. I pledged never to cut my hair. It took a long time for it to grow back after my last round of chemotherapy. Even after all this time, I can still remember the stares I got when I was out with my family. I knew they felt sorry for the poor little sick bald boy wearing a too big baseball cap. I'll be damned if I let that happen again.

I'm in my own world when Slade knocks on the door yelling for me to hurry up.

Startled, I call out and answer, "I'm getting out now."

I finish washing and hop out. I dry off, wrapping another towel around my waist, before walking out to the kitchen. Slade is standing at the counter fixing the plates.

"What did you make?"

"Well, bacon, uh, veggie omelet, home fries and toast," he says handing me both plates. I grab them and sit at the table. Slade joins me sitting down gingerly.

Not liking what I saw, I apologize, "I'm sorry. I did hurt you."

Slade smiles warmly. "No, you didn't. I was expecting this. Don't worry about it, okay?" He takes my hand and kisses it.

"Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to try and make you feel better?"

"I'm fine, Aaron, I swear. Don't apologize 'cause I have no regrets about last night. It's all good, okay?" He tells me assuredly.

"Ok," I mumble.

Famished, we kill our food in record time. We both go back for seconds. Content, I rub my belly and sigh.

"Are you trying to get me fat?"

"Yup," Slade answers quickly.

Laughing, I stand to throw our plates away. When I walk back over, Slade takes my hand, and says, "C'mon. Let's talk." He leads my over to the couch. "How do you really feel about last night?" Slade asks quietly.

I entwine our fingers. "Amazing. But I gotta admit, I'd been looking forward to it for so long, I thought I'd let you down and you'd never let me touch you again because I ruined you first time."

"I felt the same way. I thought you'd be disappointed enough to dump me for making you wait for something that wasn't worth waiting for," his voice breaks towards the end.

Slade's confession floors me. How could he think I would do something so heartless?

I force him to look me in the eyes, and I tell him, "Jones, you don't ever have to worry about that ever happening. I'm yours. Even if we never made love again, I would still be with you because I love and need you in my life, sex or no sex."

Slade smiles, leans in to kiss me, and he says, "I love and need you too."

"It meant a lot to me that you trusted me last night."

Slade runs his fingers through my hair and says, "Aaron, I've always trusted you but I didn't trust myself. I spent so much time in my own head that I psyched myself out. Being in love with you when we weren't having sex made me think about how strong my feelings for you would become once we were. I wasn't ready for my feelings to change. After last night, I knew they'd be stronger but I never expected to feel this way."

Slade covers his heart and repeatedly pats it. I cover his hand with mine. The tears well up in both our eyes.

"I feel it too. At first, I thought it was the afterglow of the whole experience of it all. But it's not. I watched you sleep last night, and I knew without a doubt I'd fallen more in love with you."

We lean in at the same time. The kiss we share is representative of our relationship sweet but passionate.

Slade looks at me and we both laugh at the same time. We wipe away each other's tears.

"I guess we put unnecessary pressure on ourselves, huh?"

"Really unnecessary," I reply with a warm smile. We don't say much else as we cuddle on the couch. There's nothing else left to say. He knows how I feel about him. I know how he feels about me.

The vibrating buzz of my phone disrupts our moment together.

"It's probably my mom. I haven't called her since yesterday." I begrudgingly remove myself from Slade's arms to reach for my phone. I answer it quickly, "Hey, Ma. Hold on. In need better reception." Giving Slade's thigh a squeeze, I walk outside and sit on the steps.

"Aaron, you better have a good excuse for not calling me when you promised me you would."

"I'm sorry. We've been having so much fun, I lost track of time. It won't happen again."

"You make sure that it doesn't. Have you and Slade been able to spend any alone time together with everyone else around?"

"We stole a couple of minutes here and there but I really don't want to talk about it out in the open."

"Alright, I know you're having fun but I want you to check in with me in a couple of hours, comprendes?"

"Yes, ma'am, I understand."

"Okay, I'm gonna let you go. Love ya, sweetie."

"Love ya, too. I'll talk to you later. Bye." I sigh staring at the phone in my hand.

Walking back into the cabin, I come in on the tail end of Slade's conversation with Miss April, "... see you, Monday." Putting his phone down, he sighs, "So far, so good, she doesn't have a clue."

"Same here. Okay, we need something to do that doesn't involve sex. What do you wanna do?"

"We can lay on the couch and watch TV. We can even go swimming or lay out on the raft."

"Sounds good to me. Have you showered yet?"

Shaking his head, he answers, "Not yet. Why?"

Giving him my best smile, I say, "I just found one thing we can do."

"What?' he asks suspiciously.

"We can shower together. Look. I'm already dressed for the part." I point to my towel-clad waist. "There's plenty of hot water. I promise. I'll be on my best behavior. I will not try anything while we are in the shower." I cross my heart and put my hand in the air.

"Fine, lead the way," he says giving in with a sigh, "but don't try anything."

We're in the bathroom. I turn on the hot water. Slade undresses joining me in the shower.

"The water feels good," he moans.

"Yeah, it does."

Picking up the washcloth, I wash his arms, neck, shoulders, and back. I turn him to face me so I can wash his chest and stomach. Taking notice of his peach fuzz, I make a mental note for him to shave. I continue on my path to get wash Slade. I work my way down his legs and stand up, I push him under the showerhead to get his hair wet.

Dabbing shampoo in my hands, I work them through Slade's hair to get a decent lather going. I lightly push his head back rinsing out the suds and do it again. He moans as a massage his scalp. I rinse the last of the shampoo out.

Quickly, I clean his dick, and I resist the urge to take him into my mouth. I told Slade I'd be on my best behavior, and I'll keep to my word. When I move to his ass, I move gingerly. I kneel down and I see a small red bruise when I spread his cheeks apart. I can't help but feel responsible. He flinches when the cloth touches him.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He whispers, "It's okay."

Standing up, I tell him, "You're bruised. It might be a couple of days before it goes away."

"I'm not worried. C'mere." Slade locks his arm around my neck and runs his tongue across my lips. I open to him and groan at the tiny nibbles to my bottom lip. We make out heavily under the spray of the shower until it runs cold.

Trying to control my desire for him, my jaw clenches repeatedly, as I reach past him to turn off the water. Slade continues kissing on my neck and moving up to my ear. "We should get outta here before we get ourselves in a situation we won't want to get out of."

"C'mon, babe, a few more minutes won't hurt."

"Slade you're not helping," I whine between pecks. "I'm on my best behavior, remember?"

"Fine, let's get outta here."

Slade gets out first and dries himself off. He wipes the mirror and looks at himself. With a chuckle, he says, "Good there's no sign over my head blinking, 'JUST BEEN FUCKED BY MY BOYFRIEND', in bright neon colors."

I laugh heartily. "That's funny because I checked for my sign earlier and I didn't see it either."

Spanking my ass hard when I bend over to dry my legs, he says, "We really do know each other too well, if we both were thinking the same thing."

"Yeah, we do." I run the back of my hand across his cheek and give him my stank face.

Slade laughs, "You want me to shave, don't you?"

With a big cheesy grin, I reply, "Yes, please."

Slade reaches for shaving bag and says, "Fine. I'll shave but I'm using your razor."

"What's mine is yours," I say. "Oh, yeah, can you stop smacking my ass so hard. I won't be able to sit down if you keep it up."

Slade scoffs and laugh uncontrollably. "You can talk to me about having a hard time sitting down after you've had a 7in cock rammed up your ass twice in one night."

His infectious laugh has me laughing along with him. "I guess I have nothing to complain about, huh?"