Aaron & Slade Ch. 06

Closing the curtains and turning down the AC, I remove my shirt and shoes, and lay on top of Slade. When I nip his ear, he lets out a throaty laugh and tries knocking me off him. I sit back and rub his shoulders and back. I can feel the knots, and work diligently, but firmly to knead them out.

Smiling, he moans, "Oh, baby, that feels so good."

"How's your lower back?" I ask grazing my fingertips over it.

"A little tight but not too bad," he groans when I apply pressure. "Fuck, yeah, that's it."

When I'm finished, I hover over him, and playfully lick his neck. He grabs my arms and tries to get me off balance. I twist out of his hold but he gets me on my back before I know it with my wrists pinned above my head. I struggle not really wanting to get free.

"C'mon, Aaron, you can do better than that can't you?" Slade asks with a smug grin as he sits atop me.

I mimic his grin. "What makes you think I want to? I like this position. It reminds me of the other night."

He blushes heavily. I smile in triumph, but he jerks my arms out to the side, knocking the smile from my face. His mouth hovers above mine, our breaths intermingle in a shared case of desire, but we have plenty of time for this later. I evade Slade's oncoming kiss. He tries again and I avoid that one too.

"Stop playing around and kiss me, jackass," he says smiling.

I shake my head. "Jones, you can't call me names then expect me to kiss you, it don't work that way. I won't let you bully me."

"Don't make me hurt you, Aar. On second thought...," Slade says, gripping my wrists tight with one hand while using the other to twist my nipple.

"Fuck," I yelp. Bucking hard, I throw him off balance enough that he releases my wrists. I grab his waist, and playfully push him away, but he's quick; his legs are around me like lightning. We're laughing as I try to get free from his legs death grip.

We continue our session of boyfriend wrestling until I can no longer take the sexual teasing. With Slade on his back, I leisurely kiss my way across his neck, as his hands rake through my hair. Our hips undulate in unison. He pushes to a sitting position, which allows me to sit astride him; he kisses my chest, while gripping my ass.

I tilt his head back; travel his neck with passionate, slow nibbles and licks. He moans and claims my lips. It's a deep, sensuous kiss. It continues as I sit back further to undo the button of his shorts. He smiles at me as I slide them off, and I instantly salivate at the sight.

He's wearing the yellow Andrew Christian jock I bought for him. When I saw it online, I knew his olive complexion would work nicely with the yellow, but to see him actually in them is breathtaking.

"What's wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?" Slade asks with a smirk.

I stammer but no words form. He slides from under me and stands by the side of the bed.

"What do you think?" he asks, turning slowly in front of me. I get a full view of how unbelievably sexy he looks. Hell, he's sexy period, but this is on a whole other level. His bubble butt more pronounced when he stands to the side. The muscles in his ass and thighs flex as he turns to face me. His hefty bulge barely contained within the mesh fabric.

I appreciate the sight of him and find the words to say, "Jones, you look... wow."

Reaching for him, Slade playfully swats my hand away. He steps in closer with a sensuous snap of the jocks band, and says, "I'd planned to wear this tonight for our first time, but you derailed those plans when you sang in my ear. In that moment, I knew I couldn't wait another second to be with you."

"If I'd known you were wearing this, I would've worn the red one you got me for Christmas," I tell him, reaching out for him again, and he swats my hand away.

"Then I guess I'll just have to settle for you being naked instead," he says, his voice rich with desire.

The wanton look in his eyes as he slides off my shorts and underwear in one swift motion makes my heart beat faster. I sit on the edge of the bed, stroking my turgid thickness and watch him with amorous admiration.

He leans in, kisses me softly, and whispers, "Lay back."

I scoot back until my legs no longer hang off the bed. He climbs atop me and proceeds to lick and nip his way from ear to ear and down to my chest. The erotic devotion he spends on each nipple has me gasping and moaning. Moving further down, his tongue plunges in my navel, every slow, deep pass make my hips jerk uncontrollably. Goosebumps rise on my skin in eager anticipation when he slides down.

No longer able to wait to feel his mouth on me, I look into his eyes and see the gleam in them when I beg, "Don't stop!"

Slade's tongue moves in a teasingly, languid motion around the pink, fleshy tip. His cheeks hollow as he draws me in. My shallow thrusts are in time with the bobbing of his head. It's taxing, feeling his in-depth attention to bring me close, but not close enough. I groan my disapproval when he pulls his mouth away. Before I can voice my objections, his hands rub back and forth, up and down my cock as if he's trying to warm his hands. The sensation is extremely overwhelming.

I cover his hands with mine. "Fuck, slow down." He laughs, and the bed sinks lower, when he lays beside me. His kisses mixed with his deliberate strokes have me mewling happily.

Using a little momentum, I flip us with him now under me. "Get ready to blow your load."

He teases. "Think you got what it takes to make me, baby?"

"I guess we're about to find out, huh?" Grabbing his hips, I pull him close to me, and rock slowly against him. His heels press firmly behind my thighs. I hover above him and our eyes lock in a lust-filled gaze.

A dueling battle of tongues ensues; the back and forth with the biting and sucking of the other's lips sends a shiver through me. His lips feather down my neck torturously. He arches off the bed when I roam the length of his neck. Spending time on my favorite spot makes him squirm more.

Deliberately, I trace down his muscular chest and belly lightly with the tips of my fingers to his already hard cock. It springs from behind the yellow mesh fabric with a simple tug. Flicking my tongue along the underside of his girth, he moans huskily. The further I move down, the stronger my arousal for him becomes. A light rub against his reddish, puckered hole with my thumb makes him whimper. Continuing, I lick my way up his enflamed thickness.

Slade plays with his nipples. "Oh, yeah, I love it when you do that, baby." Several firm, quick puffs has him mumbling encouragement. Minutes go by and my mouth aches from his size, so I stroke him feverishly, smothering his loud moans with kisses. "You're 'bout to make me come," he whimpers. Replacing my hand with my mouth pushes him over the edge. He collapses back on the bed with a cry, pumps erratically, filling my mouth with his seed. I kiss my way up his chest to nuzzle his ear, peck his neck, and stroke his chest lazily.

He wastes no time moving down and letting the warmth of his mouth surround me. The careful attention he spends on driving me to the brink is exhilarating. I moan, "Jones, not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that."

"That's the whole point," he whispers with a slight chuckle.

My body trembles when he hums and presses hard against my taint. Seconds later, I come cursing like a trucker. Toes curl. Eyes roll back. Professions of love flow freely. I lay here, unable to get the strength to move, as I wait for my orgasm to subside.

"I swear I love watching you come," he says, leaning in and kissing me.

"Well, you do this hip roll thing, and it's so fucking hot."

Slade laughs, rests his head on my shoulder, and he massages my neck. I go to turn towards him, he shakes his head, and he continues his soothing touches down my chest. "Don't move. I like it like this."

It's not long before I fall sleep.

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I awaken to the sounds of soft laughter, and Slade's head on my lap. I tug his ear. He looks up and smiles. "Hey, sleepyhead, did you enjoy your nap?"

Stretching with a yawn, I answer, "Yup. How long was I out?"

"Not long, about an hour," he answers. "Hey, I checked the guide; the director's cut of Tropic Thunder comes on at 5:30."

Through my sleepy haze, a bolt of energy hits me at the mention of my all-time favorite movie. My empty stomach grumbles unexpectedly.

Slade laughs. "You should've eaten when we were at Charlie's. Go grab something. You have about fifty minutes before the movie starts." I turn to see the peaches sitting in the ice bucket with the whipped cream. "Don't worry. We'll get to those," he says with assurance.

Hastily, I throw on my clothes, and sigh in relief when I miss snagging myself in the zipper. Heading for the door, I turn and ask, "Do you want me to bring you back anything?"

He walks over and asks, "Where you goin'?"

"Mickey D's."

"Uh, two, 20 pieces with extra BBQ and extra sweet n sour sauce, two apple pies, and a large fry."

"Alright, I'll be right back." I lean down and kiss him. "I love you."

"Love you, too. I'll be thinking about you 'til you get back," Slade says, grabbing hold of himself.

I groan walking out the room to his laughter taunting me from the other side.

I hit McDonald's and the drive-thru line is long. I check inside and those lines are long too, so I decide to stick it out in the drive-thru. About thirty minutes later, I have our food and heading back to the motel. Starving, I scarf down one of my large fries and two cheeseburgers. I close the bag before I can attack the other fry and burgers. I pull back into the parking lot. With food in hand, I knock for Slade to let me in. He answers in a towel, and snatches the food out of my hands. He's on the bed in a flash, leaving the fresh scent of soap lingering behind him.

"You showered?"

Nonchalantly, he shrugs and says, "Yeah, I was feeling a little gritty. Movie starts in five minutes."

I head to the bathroom to grab our drinks, undress quickly, and climb on the bed. "My food please, sir. Here's your root beer."

"Thanks, Aar," he says, as we swap, and places a sweet kiss to my lips.

I kiss him again. "You're welcome."

"Okay, before it starts, no reciting the movie. You drive me crazy when you do that," he teases.

"You really shouldn't talk. I wanna strangle you every time we watch Spaceballs." He laughs.

The beginning of the movie breaks into our banter. I put my head on his shoulder, and by the time the movie is over, it's on his stomach. The next movie starts, but I'm bored with it. I flip onto my back, and he kisses my forehead. He leans over, grabs a peach slice, and feeds it to me.

Chewing it slowly, I say, "Whoa, that's sweet."

Slade says, "I should try some then." He takes another slice, rubs it against my lips, and slides it into my mouth. I bite into it as he leans down and kisses me. The mix of the peach and his kiss has my mind in a tizzy. My arms slowly snake around him. When he breaks the kiss, he whispers, "You're definitely sweeter, baby."

I smile, placing a hand to his cheek, while he traces his thumb over my lips. Staring into each other's eyes, he moves atop me. Another peach appears which he plays keep away with before eating himself. He leans in capturing my bottom lip with his teeth and bites playfully.

"I think it's 'bout time we empty this," he says, reaching for the whipped cream. "You had your fun with it last time. Payback's a bitch, baby."

After a few shakes, Slade places small dollops over my upper body, each one done with careful precision, and then he licks it off. My breath becomes ragged the lower he goes. My cock twitches from the powerful, erotic laps of his tongue over my navel. My pleading whimpers and groans only egg him on.

"Damn!" I exclaim. He looks up with a cocky smirk, winks, and continues with his seduction.

The whipped cream coats me from balls to tip. He licks and sucks hungrily, reapplying several times. With a loud thwack, my cock smacks against my stomach. His tongue sweeps slowly along the underside. My head falls to the bed. In an instant, he's kissing me soundly, and our bodies gradually entwine like a pretzel. Our subtle touches making the other moan with each intentional graze. The hot, tight grip of his hand around my swollen member has my itching to be inside him.

Moments later, I roll from under him and have him lay on his stomach. I place lingering kisses over his neck, shoulders, and lick down his back. His tight, round ass clenches repeatedly. I nip against each voluptuous cheek and feel the warmth radiate on my lips.

The soap cannot mask his natural, intoxicating scent and I roll my eyes getting lost in him. He stills briefly and gasps when I glide my tongue against him. He pants heavily under my eager and relentless attention. Penetrating deeper makes his staggered whimpers increase, and wriggle his ass.

He moves onto his knees and rubs his cock slowly. Each thrust of my tongue in contrast to his slow strokes has him reaching back to hold my head in place. "Oh, damn," he moans.

I add lube to my finger. There's some resistance at first, but it's not long until I have three fingers inside conquering him with vigor. He rolls his hips in time to my thrusting fingers, and his moans come out breathlessly. The harder I go the more responsive he is. I slide my fingers from his tight grasp and lay on top of him; he rocks back with a throaty groan when my cock settles between his pillowy cheeks.

"Take me. Don't make me wait any more, baby," he says, looking over his shoulder.

The nerves I feel now are not as overwhelming as they were Friday night. I know I can do this. Pushing up to my knees, I grab his hips, and pull him to me. I sheath the condom on myself without struggle. With his back against my chest, I patiently and carefully slide inside him and relish how good it feels to be there again. He sighs, letting his head fall to the bed, and embeds himself further on my cock. I let him adjust, and resist the urge to move with every intense pulse of his ass.

I caress his back lovingly. "Jones, you okay?"

He nods and sighs quietly, "Mm-hmm."

I draw him back against my chest by his shoulders. Slade closes his eyes and chews on his bottom lip. We work an unhurried buildup, as our bodies become one. We grunt and moan in almost perfect sync. The pleasure coursing through me brings my primal instinct forth, and I drill into him harder and faster. A sheen of perspiration covers his face, back, and arms. My head falls between his shoulders, and I wrap my arms tight around him while I slow my pace. He feels so good that I can't help smiling.

"C'mon, give it to me. I want it, baby," he pleads. I grip his waist hard enough to leave an impression and drive harder; he whimpers loudly, "Yes. Oh, fuck, that's it."

Lost in how good he feels, I fall forward, putting my full weight on his back, which he supports with ease. I feel the muscles in his back flex as he keeps himself upright, and kiss his shoulders and neck. Moving off his back, I smack his ass lightly several times, which makes him buck his hips. He mewls, when I adjust my position, and releases a heavy sigh.

A hard, steady, even pounding has Slade moaning louder. I'm in awe watching his as ripple with each rolling snap of my hips. He looks back, wraps an arm around my shoulder, and kisses me. I whisper, "On your back." Licking the shell of his ear makes him tremble and tighten his hold on my hard shaft. I can barely contain the grunt from the tight feeling.

Slade turns over. We kiss several times before he reaches down guiding me back inside him. His mouth opens with a silent gasp as I slide in effortlessly. He wraps his legs and arms loosely around me as we rock slowly together. With his continuous writhing, I can feel his engorged thickness rub between our sweaty bodies.

I stare into his gorgeous, hazy sapphire eyes, and say the corniest thing possible, "Hi."

Slade chuckles softly and says, "Hi."

I prop his knees to his chest. A sharp snap of my hips causes him to cry out. His body trembles and I know I'm hitting that delicious spot inside him. The deeper I go the higher his whimpers become. Once I let his legs go, he grasps the sides of my body tight with them. His hands run along my torso seductively. He pulls me down and bites the shoulder. The stroke of his tongue over the sting makes me moan.

"I could stay this way with you forever," I mutter against his lips. He closes the gap and kisses me.

The heady smell of sex fills the room. The only sounds are our moans, the slapping of skin on skin, and the rhythmic sounds of the bed squeaking under us. I reach for the whipped cream, placing some on his neck, Slade hands grip my hair, and he arches up. His hands travel down my back and grip my ass tight.

Nuzzling his neck, I barely hear him whisper, "I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

Our lovemaking becomes desperate with the inherent need to please the other. We stare into each other's eyes never breaking contact. I brace my hand against his chest and he rubs his hand continually over it. Slade rolls his hips to meet my frenzied thrusts, as he strokes his hefty erection. He throws his head back and lets out several loud whines.

"I'm gonna come, baby," he mewls, his body shudders, and he shoots cum all over his chest. He falls back on the bed, rolling his hips hard against me.

Beads of sweat drip from my face onto his chest, and he moans when I thrust deeper inside him. My orgasm surges forth with a gratifying final thrust of relief. I collapse atop him with harsh, deep moans. He wraps his arms and legs around me. By the time the spasms stop, he's lazily kissing my ear and neck. I roll off him and gaze up at the ceiling. Reaching down, I grab his hand and interlace our fingers. My head feels I little wonky, but I'm not sure if it's from the orgasm, or the warm air in the room.

"Aaron, you zoned out there for a sec, you okay?" Slade asks, rolling onto his side.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I turn to face him, run my fingers through his hair, and smile.

He places a kiss to my shoulder and I wince. "Sorry. Got a little carried away huh?"

Slade goes into the bathroom. I remove the condom and toss it in the trash. He returns with a wet hand towel, and proceeds to wipe us both down. He rubs an ice cube over my shoulder. Normally, the feel of the ice would've made me to jump, but I'm so warm that I welcome it. He settles himself atop me, grabs a peach, and feeds it to me.

"The peaches were definitely a good choice," Slade says, taking another, placing it partially in his mouth and leans forward. When I bite into it, the juice dribbles down my chin, and he licks the trail. I wrap my arms around him, and roll him until he's on his back. We peck lightly a few times before I put my head on his shoulder, while our bodies gradually entwine.

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I want him again, and I let him know it by sliding a finger against him. Slade rolls onto his back and hangs his left leg over my hip. We make out as I slide my finger inside him. My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I ignore it, but five seconds later, it goes off again. I ignore it again, and it goes off again.

Grumpily, Slade exclaims, "Fuck! Answer it."

With a groan, I grab the phone, and see that it's Ma. I answer, "Yes, ma'am?"

"What time are you gonna be home, Aaron?" Ma asks.

"Dad said to be back by midnight. What's up?" I ask. Checking the time, I see that it's nearly 9pm, two hours before our planned checkout.

"Okay, we need to talk. It's important," she says solemnly.

"We're not close. Can you say it over the phone?" I ask. Slade turns to me. I mouth, 'we gotta go.' Rolling his eyes, he clambers off the bed, and heads to the bathroom.