Aaron & Slade Ch. 04

"No, you don't," he answers continuing to laugh.

However, I stop laughing when Slade's towel falls and he bends over to pick it up. I watch with enhanced interest as his ass cheeks flex under the fabric when he wraps it back round his waist. My eyes fix on his in the mirror and he gives me a wink.

I mouth to him, "You did that on purpose."

All he does is shrug innocently, as he finishes his shave.

Taking a step forward, I run my hands up his shoulders and rub them. I know I have to leave when Slade pushes back. I need to get out of this confined space before I do something I said I wouldn't. The best thing for me to do is to walk away now. I kiss the back of his head.

"I'm gonna get dressed. Do you want me to bring you anything?"

"No, I'll just grab what I need," he says reaching and running his hands down the front of my towel and grasping my cock.

Moaning, I say, "I thought you said you weren't on the menu."

"Oh, I'm not but you are," he says smiling.

Slade undoes the knot on my towel and it falls to the floor. I slowly begin to back out the doorway only stopping when my back hits the hallway wall. The predatory look in his eyes has my gulping audibly. Slade steps in closer. He sensually kisses his way from my neck down my stomach. His hands rub all over my body. He makes sure no body part goes untouched. He buries his nose in the small, tuft of blonde hair above my cock. He takes a deep sniff and groans.

"I'll never get tired of the way you feel and smell. You're all man. You're all sex. You're all mine," he states before taking my cock in his mouth. My head falls back against the wall with a heavy thud. I groan when he pulls his mouth away. Slade grips my thighs and growls, "Look at me when I've got your cock in my mouth."

Slade doesn't talk dirty often but when he does, I can't resist him. I look down at him. His beautiful blue eyes darker than I've ever seen them trained on my light brown eyes. My hands grasp the sides of his head.

"Shit. Oh, god." I exclaim.

Slade pulls back and strokes my engorged cock hard. He looks up innocently up at me, and asks, "Do you wanna come, baby?"

"Yes, I do."

"Say it," he says gripping the base of my cock tight in his hand causing me to moan my approval. I'm trying to find the words but I can't. "Say it, baby. Say, 'Jones, make me come', and I'll let you fuck my mouth the way you did my ass last night."

Slade slows his strokes and swirls his tongue around the tip of my cock.

My strangled grunts and incoherent muttering make it hard to get a sentence, but I manage to utter, "Jones, make me come."

Slade simply states, "Fuck my mouth, baby." He opens his mouth wide and takes me deep.

I tighten my grip in his hair and proceed to thrust with reckless abandon but still mindful to keep my eye for any discomfort on Slade part but I know he can handle it. He always brags about his lack of a gag reflex. There's nothing like feeling the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat. Staring into his eyes, it doesn't take much longer for my thick ropes of cum to fill his mouth.

It feels so good to come that I almost feel like crying, but I don't. My sensitive cock is still in Slade's mouth as he sucks it to the point I start convulsing. I grab his hair tight and yank his head away with a deep growl.

"Holy fucking shit, stop!" I can't stand anymore. Using the wall, I slide to the floor with Slade's hair still in my hands. "You're amazing," I tell him.

"Yeah, I know. I had to reward you for being a good boy in the shower," he says leaning in for a deep kiss. He moans when I pull him in closer. Slade maneuvers so he's straddling my legs and wraps his arms around my neck. If it wasn't for the fact I'd just come, my cock would've inflated from Slade sitting atop me. He grinds his hips and pants in my ear, "You can taste it, can't you, baby? You can taste yourself on my tongue. Go ahead. Suck on it."

I can taste myself on Slade's pink bubble gum tongue as it darts in and out of my mouth. Slade grunts when I nip at his bottom lip. It brings a knowing smile to my face.

After the high of coming, I have my back still against the wall with Slade's forehead pressed against mine. He begins to chuckle lightly.

"You never cease to amaze me," I tell him.

Slade laughs and says, "What can I say, I'm awesome! C'mon, big boy. I'll help you up."

With one swift motion, Slade hauls me to my feet. Still a little wobbly, I hold onto Slade for support.

"Aaron, are you okay?" He asks concerned.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Just getting my bearings," I reply laughing.

After a couple of seconds of staring at me with uncertainty, Slade answers, "Okay. Get dressed. I'll go finish up in the bathroom."

"Alright. Hurry. I want to go down to the dock."

I kiss his neck and walk to the bedroom. I search through my bag for clothes for something to wear. I settle on a pair of football shorts and t-shirt. I slip on my flip-flops and head back to the bathroom.

Slade's flossing when I stand behind him, and I ask, "You almost done?"

"Yeah, uh, give me a couple of minutes."

Leaning forward, I place my hands on the sink trapping Slade in front of me. He keeps flossing oblivious to what I'm about to say to him. I whisper in his ear, "I know your ass is sore but I know just the thing to help with that. So, you'd better get ready for me. Because when you least expect it, I'm gonna walk up behind you, bend you over and eat your ass out like I'm a diabetic and your ass is the insulin. Like old people at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I'll have you calling out me name like you did last night."

Slade's eyes lock on mine. His hands drop and the floss hangs from his teeth when I palm his ass.

Smirking at him in the mirror, I say, "What's taking you so long? Hurry up."

I wink at him this time, pat his ass, and walk out the bathroom without a backwards glance.

"And you call me a tease, you jackass," he calls out.

Smiling to myself, I open door, and see a partial view of the sun mirrored on the lake. The air is still and warm. The birds sing their tune through the trees. The ground damp from the beating it took in yesterday's storm. Walking down the dock, I peer under the cover for the boat. There's a little water inside but nothing too bad. We can take care of this before we leave Monday.

The edge of the dock calls to me. I slip off my flip-flops and sit down. The damp wood seeps through my shorts but I don't care. The cool water laps around my feet. I lean back to look up at the sky. It really is a gorgeous day despite the dampness left behind. I close my eyes and take in the warmth of the sun. A couple of minutes later, a shade blocks the sun, and a pair of soft lips kiss me from my forehead to my lips.

"How much longer are you gonna be out here? It's a little wet for us to do anything," Slade says smiling down at me.

"Not much longer."

"Well, I'm gonna go back inside. Oh, yeah, I'm looking forward to this all-you-can-eat buffet you mentioned," Slade says with a deadpan expression.

I cackle loudly from the look on his face. Slade cracks a smile and joins in the laughter. He moves so he's facing me. I pull him down for a kiss.

When Slade pulls back, I say, "I've had this buffet more than once, it's really good. I'm always satisfied after I've had it."

Slade smacks my head hard but he's still laughing, he says, "You're a fucking idiot. I'm going in. If you're not back inside in ten minutes, I'm coming out here to get you."

Sarcastically, I reply, "Yes, Mother Dear."

"I'll give you Mother Dear." He playfully takes a swipe at me. With a departing kiss, he walks back up to the cabin.

When he's gone, the dread of missing him begins to sink in. It's like a dagger to my heart. After next week, it'll be months before I see and hold him in my arms. I miss him already and he's fifty feet away.

Slade's my best friend. He's my boyfriend. He's my lover. He's my soul mate. He's my everything.

I sit up looking down at the water. The tears begin to flow. I wipe them away angrily trying to regain my composure before going back to the cabin. If Slade sees me like this, it'll make him sad, and I don't want that to happen. We've had an amazing 24 hours together. I don't want to put a damper on it.

Letting out a loud sigh of frustration, I slam my fists against the dock. I won't let anyone or anything keep us from being together.

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My phone rings and I look to see who it is, the screen says 'Ma's Phone'. I answer it.

"Hey, Ma. What's up? I called you not too long ago," I answer with a smile.

"Aaron David Brooks, where in the hell are you?" She yells.

My smile quickly fades. Before I can even say a word, Slade's phone begins to ring. He gets up to grab it off the table.

"Aaron?" Ma yells my name. I turn my attention back to her.

"Yes, ma'am? What do you mean? I'm at the quarry with the guys'," I answer innocently.

Her voice even and commanding, she says, "You wanna try that again? Where the hell are you?"

"I'm with Slade. We ducked out on the group to have some alone time together."

"Young man, I know for a fact you didn't go to the quarry. Josh called here looking for you and Slade. Neither of you were answering your phones so he called the house. Now, why would he call here looking for you, if y'all are supposed to be together? This is the last time I'm asking you. Where are you?"

I exhale a long breath, "We're at Slade's family cabin."

The ashen look on Slade's face must match my own. We've been busted. I look over at Slade and can hear Miss April yelling at him but can't make out what she's saying.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? I want your ass back here by tonight. Do you hear me?" Ma seethes into the phone.

"Yes, ma'am." She doesn't say another word before ending the call.

"Mama-I-," Slade stutters. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be back by tonight."

"We're in deep shit, Jones."

"Tell me about it," he says looking at me.

The jig is up. We've been so careful up to know with the exception of ma discovering us. I start to think about my dad. What did ma tell him? A cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. I gasp for air unable to drag enough into my lungs. I can see Slade in front of me. I see his mouth move but I hear nothing. I try my best to calm down but it's not working. I don't realize I'm sitting on the couch until Slade kneels in front of me.

"Aaron? Aaron? Baby? Dammit, look at me." My eyes dart down to Slade. All I see is panic and worry in his eyes. "Baby, breathe, you'll be okay. Try and calm down."

Slade runs to the bathroom. I don't see him come back but I feel a cool cloth glide against my face and neck. Slade's soothing words begin to break through.

"You're gonna be okay. You're fine." Slade pulls me into a tight embrace. He soothingly rubs my back. My gasping breaths begin to subside and before long, my episode is over.

Wrapping my arms around him, I whisper, "That was embarrassing. Thank you."

"You would've done the same for me. We were close to getting away with it, huh?" Slade says with a nervous laugh, rubbing my back.

"Yeah, we were."

"I'm scared. They must've put two and two together."

"We don't know that for a fact. We better get outta here before they come down here themselves to get us."

I stand up. Slade pulls me in for another hug and kiss.

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Managing to have the coolers and my truck packed with the boat back on the platform in the matter of a couple of hours was no easy feat. By the time everything is done, it's almost 6pm. If we leave now we'll be back by 9pm. But why rush back home to our inevitable groundings head on?

I walk over to my iPod and select the song, which changed my life last night. Hearing the slow rhythmic tunes of 'Always and Forever', Slade looks over at me, and smiles. We wrap our arms tight around each other swaying in time to the music. No matter what happens, our parents can't ever take away what we shared last night.

When the song ends, we continue to sway to the music in our heads while looking into each other's eyes.

Slade lets out a long breath, and says, "I love you. We're gonna be okay."

"I love you, too. We're gonna be more than okay."

We make sure to lock up everything before walking out the door. I wait for Slade to cut the electricity.

While Slade is out back, I look fondly at the cabin, which brought him and me together for our first time. Even if I never see this cabin again, it will always hold a special place in my heart. This is where we declared our love to one another. This is where we made love, not once but twice. I take a mental picture, storing it deep where I hope I'll never forget it.

Slade reappears, and he says, "Ok, Aaron. Are you ready to get outta here?"

"Hell no, but once we get this over with, the easier our lives will be in the end."

Laughing, Slade climbs into the truck, "Okay, Jeeves, let's get out of here."

Starting the truck, I pull off slowly. Normally, I go above the speed limit but not this time. I drive the limit because I'm not sure what's waiting for us when we get back to South Hill.

The only thing I know is my world will never be the same after tonight.