by Lane Hayes
“Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so hard it hurts. Yes to everything. It sounds great. But you know what sounds better?”
“Me sucking your dick?” He smiled mischievously as he undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt and slid the fabric from his shoulder seductively. Then he toed his shoes off and made quick work of his trousers and boxer briefs before climbing over me, naked.
I gulped audibly and nodded. “Yep.”
Aaron’s mouth was suddenly everywhere at once. Sucking, biting, kissing, and licking his way down my torso till he stopped with his nose buried in my balls and his perfect ass high in the air. I sat up to watch the action, barely curbing the desire to get behind him and fuck him.
“No teasing, babe.” I tugged his dark hair.
He grinned and then swallowed me whole. It didn’t matter how often we did this, or anything remotely sexual, the intensity never lessened. Aaron made everything disappear but him. My day, my work…inconsequential. The only thing important was this. Us.
Aaron hummed in approval when I fucked his mouth. Not too much. I didn’t want to overwhelm him or reach the finish line too soon. He pulled back slightly for air, stroking my shaft and licking me up one side and down the other. He sucked me as he jacked himself. His talented tongue and the feel of his hand tapping my thigh, smearing precum on me as he pleasured himself, was sensory overload. When I pushed at his forehead, warning him I was about to come, he twirled his tongue around my wide mushroom head and groaned.
“Do it, Matty. Come for me.”
I did. And it had to be overwhelming, but Aaron swallowed every drop. Then he sat on his heels and clutched my knee when his orgasm hit, shooting cum on my spent penis and across my stomach. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He gave up and collapsed on the mattress, burrowing his smaller body against my side.
I kissed his nose and his eyes. “That was hot.”
He nodded, propping himself on his elbow to inspect the mess he’d made. “Mmm. Look what I did. We probably should have gone to our room.”
“No way. Our goal should be to have sex in every room in our place. Give me the corner of the sheet to clean up.”
Aaron wrinkled his nose. “Ew.”
“We’ll have to wash ’em anyway.”
Aaron shrugged before pulling the flat sheet loose and swiping it over my stomach. He rested his head on my chest and smiled. “All better.”
“Thanks. You know I would have been cool going with Peter and Jay, even without the blowjob. I like them.”
“Ha! I was not plying you with sex to go to P Town with them. I was just kind of excited and I wanted to tell you. I would have sucked you off either way.”
I laughed and squeezed him closer, kissing his temple. “Thanks.”
“No problem. I love you, Matty.”
Damn. Hearing those three little words would never get old, I mused. I pushed his shoulder so he’d look up at me, then bent to kiss his forehead, his nose, and his lips.
“I love you too.”
Part 2-
My cell vibrated on my desk at work the following afternoon. I was in the middle of reviewing a contract and probably shouldn’t have looked twice at the caller ID, but I did. After five hours of being immersed in technical language with a PC twist, I needed a break, and Curt’s timing was perfect. My former roommate was a lawyer too. He’d appreciate the need for the occasional distraction.
“Yo, Curt. Whatcha doin’?”
“Calling to see what you’re up to this weekend,” he replied. “I’m supposed to finish a project, but it’s boring as hell. I need something on my calendar to look forward to besides research. Are you guys free Saturday?”
“No. We’re going to Provincetown with Jay and Peter. Want to join us? I’m sure there’s a sofa you can sleep on.”
“Thanks, but I’m gonna pass. Listening to sex in progress in stereo is only fun when you’re watching porn.”
I chuckled as I swiveled in my chair and glanced at the traffic below my office window. “We wouldn’t do that.”
“Oh, really? You’re going away on a double-date weekend to P Town, and no one’s having sex,” he huffed sarcastically.
“I didn’t say that. But we aren’t loud.”
“That’s what every couple says when they’re trying to ‘keep it down for the kids.’ They’re always louder than they think. A dual ‘Oh, baby, right there, harder, harder,’ will just leave me with a perma-boner.” He paused while I snickered at his expense. “Do your thing. I’ll catch up with you guys next weekend. You can tell me all about your gay holiday.”
I let out an amused snort. “ ‘Gay holiday’? It’s just a weekend away. I guess it’s Pride too, but I’m sure it’ll be relaxing.”
“Ooh! Look at you, going to your first Pride,” he teased. “Have fun. I want to see a pic of you in full rainbow-wear.”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Why not? Have fun with it, Matt. Let go of your inhibitions and your uber-straight side and be free,” he advised.
“I sleep with a guy every night. I’m obviously not uber-straight,” I corrected, turning back to my computer.
“Hmm. Somehow you are, though.”
I glared at the screen, though the gesture was wasted on Curt. “Hey.”
“No offense. It’s what you know. Just like being gay is what I know. Trust me, if you can set aside the parts where you think you should act a certain way, you’ll have a blast and—oh, shit. My boss is calling me,” he said in a harried tone. “Gotta run. I’ll talk to you when you get back. You can invite me over for breakfast after I kick your ass on the court next Saturday. Say hi to Aaron for me. See ya, man.”
I frowned at my cell for a moment, then pushed it aside. My focus was off, and it took me longer than it should have to get back into my groove. I wasn’t uptight, was I? Sure, I was uncomfortable sometimes around big emotional displays, but lots of people were like that. I hated thinking I was holding important parts of myself at bay. Aaron deserved better.
We flew from Dulles Airport to Boston and hopped on a ferry to Provincetown. Flying to Boston rather than direct to Provincetown was much less expensive. Aaron rolled his eyes at my frugality, but he went along with my planning even though the ferry ride from Boston would take another ninety minutes. I’d suggested we rent a car at first, but Aaron looked at me like I was nuts.
“Driving on a holiday weekend will make you cranky. Plus we’d have to deal with parking when we get there. If we can’t fly direct, the ferry is probably the best option.” I thought I heard him mutter “cheapskate” under his breath before adding, “Once we’re there, we’ll ride bicycles everywhere. And ferries can be fun. I bet it’ll be awesome.”
It wasn’t awesome. It sucked.
It never occurred to me that I might get seasick, but halfway into the ninety-minute ride on the open ocean, I was miserable. Aaron and I sat outside on the deck area. In his long plaid Bermuda shorts and a snug-fit polo shirt, he looked like he’d stepped out of a men’s magazine advertising nautical casual attire. The black Prada sunglasses didn’t hurt either. His dark hair blew around his face, caressing his cheeks. Damn, he was really fucking sexy. He chatted away about a fussy passenger on our flight who’d complained about the in-flight snack selection.
“Extended conversations about peanuts get tedious fast. Unless you’re talking about chocolate and peanuts. No, chocolate and peanut butter! Oh, I could go for a Reese’s right now, or maybe—”
“No food, please,” I grumbled, staring at the horizon intently. Wasn’t that supposed to help?
Aaron narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay? You look a little green.”
“What shade? Eucalyptus?” I joked lamely.
“More like moss,” he replied, setting his hand on my forehead. “I think you’re supposed to stay outdoors in the fresh air if you aren’t feeling well. Want me to find some ice chips or seltzer water?”
I
didn’t want anything and above all, I didn’t want to speak.
“I’ll be okay. Just keep telling me stories. But not about food.”
Aaron cocked his head thoughtfully.
“You say funny things, Matty. Do you ever get tired of hearing me talk?”
“Never.” I smiled weakly. “I have one more request. Please don’t ask me any questions.”
He grinned and squeezed my hand. And started talking.
He pointed out the houses in the distance and made up stories about who might live there. He talked about previous trips to Boston and the Cape and places he wanted to show me. He told me about a visit to Salem when he was a kid and described a tour of The House of the Seven Gables. He suggested we go together and started to ask how much time we had before our flight home on Monday, but he remembered my request not to speak and deftly switched topics.
The time flew. Sort of, anyway. I still didn’t feel well. I hurried off the boat, made a beeline to the bathroom closest to the exit, and promptly lost my breakfast. Aaron was right. We should have flown. Screw the money. I rinsed my mouth as best I could and went outside to find him.
He stood next to the restroom entrance with our bags at his feet, looking very worried.
“Are you okay, honey?” he asked.
I nodded and picked up the bags, more than a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I had no idea I’d get seasick. I’ve never been on a boat in the ocean.”
“How did you avoid boats all this time? I mean, I wouldn’t call myself a mariner type by any stretch”—he lowered his sunglasses and flashed a wicked grin—“although I do love semen.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. But you’re right. Too easy. But seriously…no boats? Sailboat? Motorboat? Rowboat?” I followed Aaron as he led the way toward a taxi line.
“Sure, just not on the ocean. I’m from Pittsburgh, Aaron. We have lakes. We’re not even close to the ocean.” I groaned aloud. “We need to stop talking about it. I’m still not one hundred percent.”
“You look mighty fine to me, handsome!” An effeminate older gentleman eyed me like a piece of prime meat, before winking and turning on his bright red topsiders with dramatic flair.
My startled expression must have given me away. Aaron burst out laughing.
“Welcome to P Town, Matty.”
The cab ride was short. Thank God. Aaron kept up a steady stream of chatter, pointing out various places of interest in the quaint beach town along the way. It was a typical New England charming seaside village, but it was also a mecca for art, theater, and the LGBT community. I had never seen so many rainbow flags in one place in my life. They flew proudly from almost every business along the main street.
We pulled up in front of a small wood-shingle bungalow with a wide wraparound porch. I paid the taxi driver as Aaron hurried toward the house, calling Jay, who appeared a moment later with his hands on his hips.
“Finally! I’ve been waiting for ages.” He pulled Aaron into a welcoming embrace and kissed his cheek. “Peter, they’re here. Mojito time! I’ll help him. Be right back.”
I set the bags on the porch and glanced out to sea. The view from the deck was stunning, a long stretch of golden sand and then the gorgeous blue of the Atlantic Ocean with sailboats dotting the horizon in the distance. It was very quiet too. We were clearly in a secluded area.
“What do you think?” Aaron wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“Unbelievable.”
“I know. Peter insists on being away from the action. Jay and I always complain but—”
“You can go to the action,” Peter intercepted, pushing the screen door open. He carried a tray of drinks decorated with sprigs of mint. “Here you go. Try one, Matt.”
I greeted him with a fist bump, then took a glass and inclined my head in thanks. Peter was one of those crazy naturally good-looking guys. So was Jay, actually. They were both fit and taller than my six one, but they were total opposites. Peter had dark hair and olive skin and tended to be more thoughtful and serious. And Jay had blond hair, blue eyes, a soft Southern drawl…and like Aaron, he never stopped talking.
The four of us settled in Adirondack chairs on the deck, sipping mojitos while we caught up. Jay and Aaron chatted nonstop, listing an itinerary of things we had to do while we were there. I zoned out after a few minutes. I was tired from traveling, on top of work stress. I caught Peter watching them fondly and noted that he seemed extremely relaxed. It looked good on him. In fact, it catapulted him into a ridiculous realm of hotness.
Peter sensed my stare and turned to me with a megawatt grin, hooking his thumb in Aaron and Jay’s direction. “Those two will be like that all weekend, you know.”
“I’m used to it now. It’s like a funny background noise I can tune in and out at will.”
“I heard that,” Aaron said, smacking my arm playfully.
“Hmph.” Peter gave me a faux dirty look before taking a sip of his mojito. “I think there’s a parade in town tomorrow. A sort of pre-Pride thing. Should we ride bikes or just walk?”
“Walk for sure. Let’s not deal with parking our bikes and trying to remember where they are at the end of the day,” Aaron suggested as though he’d learned the hard way.
“What does pre-Pride mean exactly, and is this an all-day parade? Sounds like…a lot.” I was purposely vague, knowing if I said what I was really thinking, which was, “All fucking day?” I’d probably offend at least two out of the three men.
“Pre-Pride means it’s an excuse to party, and ‘all day’ means exactly that,” Peter groused.
“Why are you saying it like it’s a chore? It’s the best! You’ll love it, Matt. Don’t listen to the cranky old man,” Jay advised, shoving Peter’s knee with his toes.
Peter caught Jay’s foot deftly and held it for a moment before massaging it when Jay gave him a pleading look. I chuckled at their wordless exchange. I liked Aaron’s friends. But moreover, I liked knowing that after a year of being with Aaron, they were my friends too. Peter was more than ten years older, but we got along well. And he seemed to understand my reluctance with the “all day” part of the program. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go to a parade. I just wasn’t sure what was expected of me, and yeah…that made me uncomfortable.
“It’s fun. You’ll love it,” Peter drawled as though reading a script. When Jay pinched him, he chuckled and said in a serious tone, “It really is. You’re probably nervous ’cause you’ve never been, but honestly, it’s refreshing. Everyone is happy, friendly, and full of peace and goodwill. And by the end of the day, after plenty of sun and alcohol, they’re even more happy and a hell of a lot friendlier.”
I smiled uncertainly and stared out at the ocean just as Aaron leaned across my chair to kiss my cheek. I immediately relaxed. I could deal with rainbow anything as long as I was with him. Nothing else mattered.
Jay showed us to our room, which was separated from theirs by a bathroom and two paper-thin walls. The cottage had to have been built in the 1930s. It was charming for sure, but not exactly chock-full of modern amenities. I set our bags down and looked out the window, admiring the sparkle of moonlight on the ocean. I sensed Aaron behind me and turned to speak to him, but my words stalled at the sight of my beautiful lover lying naked on his stomach. He smiled seductively and wiggled his ass in silent invitation.
I sat beside him and glided my hands over his shoulders, down his spine, and over his ass. I lingered there, kneading his flesh and loving his groans of approval. I slid a finger between his cheeks, chuckling softly when he lifted his hips upward to meet my hand in a request for more.
I licked the shell of his ear. “What do you want, baby?”
“You.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You know what to do,” Aaron whispered lustfully.
I whipped my shirt over my head and lowered my shorts and boxers in seconds flat before climbing over him. We groaned at the first touch of naked skin on ski
n. Aaron pulled me close, so our erections were trapped between our bodies. I fused my mouth to his in a passionate kiss and rocked my hips, creating as much friction as possible until we were both in a frenzy.
“More, Matty,” Aaron purred.
“I need to be inside you, ’kay? I’ll go slow next time, I promise. I’m just…too fucking horny.”
Aaron’s nostrils flared. He nodded, pointing to the bottle of lube he’d left next to the bed earlier. I uncapped it and poured some in his open palm, then in mine. I might have whimpered when he spread his legs wide and rubbed his hole before pushing a single digit inside. I stroked myself and watched the show. His eyes were half-mast as he gripped his cock and tugged while easing his finger in and out. I sucked in a strangled-sounding breath when he added a second one.
“Come here.”
I kneeled between his thighs, ignoring the loud squeak of the bedsprings. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was aware that we weren’t the only ones in this house, but at that moment, I didn’t give a fuck. I had to have him. I pulled his legs over my shoulders, set my cock at his entrance, and pushed. I went still when he moaned and waited for his signal to keep going. When he nodded, I inched my way inside and I didn’t stop until I was balls deep.
He immediately lifted his hips in a silent request to move. So I did. Slowly.
It wasn’t easy. He was so warm and tight, and his soft moans undid me. I smoothed his hair from his forehead before bending to lick the corner of his mouth, then I rolled my hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Mmm, more, Matty. Fuck me.”
I surged forward, setting a moderate, steady pace I hoped would keep the squeaking to a minimum. Aaron met me thrust for thrust. I repositioned myself to hold his hips and take control, fucking him with slow, smooth strokes. When I kissed his calves and licked the arch of his right foot, he groaned aloud and gripped his cock, jacking himself in time to my quickening strokes. There was a wanton eroticism in his every movement, from the way he whispered my name to the sway of his hips. I knew I wouldn’t last. I dropped his legs and flattened him to the mattress before fucking him wildly. The bedsprings creaked, Aaron moaned…and fuck, I was so close.