Chapter 7

The smell of coffee and bacon wafted into the bedroom. Aaron cracked his eyes open and tapped his phone, 7am. He rolled over and found Fred gone from the bed. Yawning widely, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. The little crescents on his hips had scabbed over and looked much less intense now.

He hadn’t been worried about it, but Fred had seemed upset. Honestly, dabbing them with rubbing alcohol in bathroom afterward had hurt more than the act of obtaining them. In fact, getting them had felt fucking amazing.

Aaron smiled as he reached down to pick up his boxer shorts from the floor. The tear he’d heard the night before had been the seam along the waistband. He tossed them aside and pulled on another pair from his dresser.

Just as Aaron grabbed the door handle, he looked back down at the underwear in a heap on the floor. He turned, picked up the boxers, squished them into a ball and tossed them in the trash bin in the corner of his bedroom. Then he turned to the bed and pulled the sheets up, followed by the duvet. He nodded and then went out the door towards the kitchen.

Fred had pulled on one of Aaron’s hoodies and a pair of gym shorts from the closet. He stood at the stove holding a mug of steaming coffee, poking at some bacon in a frying pan with a fork.

“Hey baby,” he said as Aaron walked into the kitchen. He pushed the top of the Keurig coffeemaker closed and slid a mug under the spout, pressing the largest brew button.

Aaron came up behind Fred and wrapped his arms around him, planting a kiss on his neck.

“Where’d the bacon come from?” Aaron asked.

“I was up early today, so I went to the store on the corner and grabbed some bacon and eggs,” Fred said. “I wanted to do something nice.” He leaned back into Aaron.

“Very nice,” Aaron said. Fred glanced at the coffeemaker. He grabbed the full mug and handed it to Aaron.

“Thanks Freddie,” Aaron said. Fred smiled and picked up the fork again, flipping the bacon. Once they were flipped, he tossed the fork on a paper towel and leaned back against Aaron again.

Aaron held one arm around Fred and carefully sipped his coffee with the other. They swayed a little and Aaron lowered his face to Fred’s shoulder planting kisses on the exposed skin of his neck.

“I called my mom,” Fred said. His voice was quiet, but steady. Aaron sipped at his coffee again and squeezed Fred with his arm.

“OK,” he said, kissing him again. Fred sighed and closed his eyes at the soft brush of Aaron’s lips.

“She said we could come over tonight after work. She wants to do dinner, but I told her we had plans,” Fred said. He turned off the stove and watched the crackling of the bacon grease slow once the fire disappeared. Aaron put his coffee down and wrapped both arms around Fred.

“Are you OK?” he asked. Fred paused assessing. His stomach had been twisted and churning when he’d called her, but he had managed to keep his voice steady, the strong tone his mother preferred to hear from him.

“I think so.” He sighed again and Aaron squeezed him tightly. Fred stretched his head to the right inviting more kisses from Aaron.

“You make it better,” he murmured. Aaron felt a stirring deep in his groin and pressed his hips forward into Fred’s ass. Fred rolled his hips backward against the growing pressure he felt.

Aaron’s arms moved down his biceps, tracing the lines of the muscles there. He gripped the zipper of the hoodie and brought it down slowly, still kissing and licking Fred’s neck. He slid it off of Fred and tossed it to the floor. Fred sucked in a quick breath as Aaron licked over his shoulder. His hands moved to his chest, taking his nipples between thumb and forefinger twisting them slowly.

Fred bit his lip and pressed more firmly into Aaron’s swelling cock. He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of Aaron’s boxers and pushed them down. Aaron eased off of Fred and allowed his boxers to fall to the ground as his hands tugged at the tidy bow holding up the gym shorts. They slid to the ground, boxers following quickly, and Fred stepped out of them.

Aaron’s dick dripped against Fred’s ass, as he took his boyfriend’s rising cock into his hand. He pumped lightly along the shaft and Fred gasped in a breath. He groaned as he swelled in Aaron’s hand. Aaron pressed his hot hard member against Fred’s ass cheeks, rolling his hips and breathing raggedly into Fred’s ear.

“Mmmmm, Freddie,” he purred. Aaron ran his tongue up his neck and nipped lightly at his earlobe. Fred reached back and laced his hand into Aaron’s hair. Aaron planted kisses on his neck still rolling his hips with increasing enthusiasm.

“God, Aaron,” Fred moaned. His dick throbbed in Aaron’s hand, thumb circling the tip gathering the moisture that dripped liberally.

“Fuck, baby,” he whimpered. “Aaron?” he breathed out.

“Yes, Freddie?” Aaron grumbled, flicking his tongue along his neck quickly. Fred hissed in a breath, clenching his eyes closed.

“I want you to fuck me baby,” Fred moaned. Aaron hesitated for just a moment, then smiled against Fred’s neck.

“You do?” Aaron asked quietly. Fred groaned.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Please, fuck me,” Fred moaned.

Aaron felt a wave of pleasure crash through him as he nodded and planted another kiss on Fred’s neck. He moved his hand, slick with Fred’s precum, from his cock up to his mouth.

Aaron traced Fred’s lips with his slippery fingers, requesting entry. Fred opened his mouth and Aaron pushed in two fingers. Fred licked and soaked Aaron’s fingers as he continued to rub his engorged cock against his ass.

A string of saliva trailed from Fred’s mouth as Aaron pulled his fingers slowly out. He brought the drenched fingers down to Fred’s hole and rubbed them in small, slow circles, pressing gently. He continued kissing and licking along Fred’s neck and shoulders, sucking and biting lightly. As Aaron’s fingers massaged Fred’s hole, he felt him begin to relax against his touch. He swiped some of his own juices from his own continuously dripping cock and pressed one finger slowly into Fred.

“Oh!” Fred gasped. “Oh, fuck, baby.”

Fred grabbed his dick and slowly pumped his hand up and down the shaft, trailing his fingers over the dripping tip and rubbing the moisture over his hardening cock. Aaron worked his finger slowly in and out of Fred, watching his face contort as the waves of pleasure traveled through him. He slid in a second finger as he relaxed more, and Fred’s breathing became more jagged.

“Ooohhhh, yess, fuuuuck,” Fred whimpered. He released his dripping cock, grabbed the counter roughly and bent forward thrusting his ass at Aaron. Aaron’s cock twitched as he worked a third finger into his boyfriend. His fingers moved slickly into Fred, causing him to whimper.

“Fuck me, ugh, god, fuck me baby,” Fred moaned out, panting.

“Oh fuck,” Aaron moaned. He slid his fingers out and Fred made a small mewling noise at the exit. He carefully pressed the tip of his dripping dick against Fred’s hole. It slid in with only the slightest bit of resistance and Aaron shuddered in ecstasy.

“Uuuughhh, fffffuuuck.” Aaron could barely control himself. He gripped Fred’s hips, pausing in an effort to not absolutely wreck Fred’s ass. He took a deep stuttering breath, then pumped his hips slowly. He could feel Fred’s hole firm around his cock and his balls tightened up towards his body with each thrust.

“Oh my god,” Fred whispered. “Deeper, baby, fuck, yes,” Fred moaned as Aaron pumped into him, groaning and moaning as he pushed into him.

“Ah, fuck, Freddie, fuck,” Aaron muttered as he pushed deeper and faster into his lover.

Fred’s cock quivered and dripped constantly now. The feel of Aaron’s fingers on his hips, his cock buried inside him, their balls rubbing together, made him groan as pleasure rushed throughout his entire body. Aaron was growling as he began to thrust faster. Fred gripped the counter, panting, his cock twitching and dripping with every thrust.

“Oh! Oh! Fuck!” Fred gasped out. Aaron began to moan and thrust in harder.

“Ah, baby, fuck, ah!” Fred continued moaning. Aaron felt the waves of orgasm reaching into him deeply.

“Ah! Oh Freddie,” he gasped out. “Ah! Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I wanna cum in you!” Aaron groaned, pumping rapidly.

“Yes, baby! Ah, fuck, yes!” Fred was panting, and gasping. He screamed Aaron’s name as his cock erupted with pleasure splattering against the cabinet door. It burst once more as Aaron’s fingers curled and gripped his hips, the nails digging in.

“Freddie, fuck, AHAHAH!” Aaron felt the undulating wave roll through his balls and out his cock, he pressed his pulsing member deep into Fred as it exploded inside him filling him up. Aaron held himself still for a moment. Both men panted, trying to catch their breath. Aaron slowly pulled his cock from Fred and shuddered as the tip exited. He looked down and watched with satisfaction as his cum leaked from Fred’s asshole.

Fred groaned with pleasure and pulled in a deep breath. He slowly stood, turned, and faced Aaron, their dicks slowly softening. Aaron leaned forward and pressed his lips to Fred’s, quickly swiping his tongue through his mouth, where they momentarily twisted with each other.

“Oh my god,” Fred groaned after they pulled apart. “That was amazing.” He kissed Aaron again and ran his hands down to his ass which he squeezed.

“Mmmmm,” Aaron murmured in agreement. “Look what you did to the cabinets though.” Fred turned to look then grinned, turning back to Aaron.

“I made breakfast,” he said. “You clean up.” Aaron pouted at him.

“OK, I guess,” he mumbled, grabbing paper towels.

Aaron pulled up in front of Fred’s office after work had finished. He was nervous for this evening. Especially since Fred’s sweet and flirtatious messaging had slowed to a halt the longer the day went on.

Aaron glanced at his watch as Fred approached the passenger side door. It was 5pm now and Fred hadn’t sent him a message since 3pm. Fred pulled open the door looking tired, pale, and more anxious than Aaron had ever seen him look before.

Fred got inside the car and Aaron leaned over to kiss him. Fred turned away and pulled his seatbelt around him.

“Sorry, can we just go?” Fred mumbled. Aaron tried to tamp down the hurt feelings and shrugged.

“Sure,” he paused as he signaled, and pulled into traffic. “How was work?” Aaron asked. Fred shrugged and stared out the window. Aaron braked at a traffic light.

“Freddie,” he said turning to look at his boyfriend. Fred turned but couldn’t meet Aaron’s eyes. “Are you OK?” Aaron asked. Fred barked out a mean laugh.

“Yeah, I’m fucking great,” he spat. “My ass is sore; work was shitty, and I feel like I’m going to throw up.” Aaron sighed again.

“OK, sorry I asked. I guess it was a stupid question.” Aaron shrugged and moved forward as the light turned green. He heard Fred sigh and scrape his hands down his face. He was quiet for a little while before he spoke again.

“It wasn’t a stupid question,” he mumbled. “I’m ... I’m sorry. I did have a shit day at work, and I do feel like...” he paused again breathing deeply. Aaron looked at him. Fred was so pale he looked almost green.

“Oh shit!” Aaron exclaimed. He maneuvered the car smoothly and swiftly to the curb as Fred held his hand over his mouth. Before the car could come to a complete stop Fred had whipped off his seatbelt and thrown the door open. He leaned out and vomited into the street.

“Ugh, fuck,” he muttered. He heaved again and tears leaked from his eyes. Aaron looked into his backseat scanning around for anything helpful. He pulled the box of tissues from the center console and found a bottle of water, still sealed rolling around on the floor of the backseat.

“Hey Freddie,” he said quietly. “You’re good. Here, I’ve got tissues and some water.” Fred snatched a tissue and wiped it over his mouth. He continued leaning out the door for a moment, then took a deep shaking breath.

He eased himself back into the car and pulled the door closed. Aaron held out the bottle of water to him.

“It’s not cold, but you can rinse your mouth if you want,” Aaron offered. Fred closed his eyes but took the bottle with shaking hands and twisted off the cap, breaking the seal. Aaron pressed the button to roll his window down as Fred swished a mouthful of water in his mouth. He spat it out the window then took a small sip of the water.

Fred grabbed another tissue and wiped his eyes and mouth again.

“Should we ... cancel?” Aaron asked quietly. Fred shook his head.

“I’m not sick. It’s fucking nerves,” Fred said.

“Freddie,” Aaron said. He put a hand on Fred’s knee. “I’m right here with you.” Fred finally looked at Aaron’s face. He looked utterly exhausted already.

“Thanks baby,” Fred said. “I’m sorry. At least I didn’t ruin your car.”

“It would have been OK if you did,” Aaron said. Fred shook his head.

“She’s just going to have to accept it or not see me again,” Fred said. Aaron paused. He hadn’t really allowed himself to think about what it would mean if Wanda refused to accept this.

“Whatever you need Freddie. I’ll support you,” Aaron said. Fred nodded and pulled his seatbelt back across his body.

“Did you call your parents?” Fred asked. It was Aaron’s turn to nod as he started to pull away from the curb and into traffic again.

“I did. My mom offered to come with us,” Aaron said. Fred felt his heart warm, and a soft smile appeared.

“She did?” he asked. Aaron glanced at Fred. His voice was still shaky, and he was still looking awfully green.

“Yeah, she thought maybe if there was someone else there, she might not be as ... well as terrible.” Aaron merged onto the freeway. They would be at Fred’s mother’s house in ten minutes now.

“That’s really sweet of her,” Fred said. He took another sip of the water. His hands weren’t shaking anymore, but his stomach still turned and roiled. He didn’t feel like he would throw up again, but the discomfort was enough to keep him on edge.

“Do you have any gum or something?” Fred asked.

“Check the glove compartment. I think there are mints in there,” Aaron said. “Are you sure you don’t just want to go home, reschedule?” Fred shook his head as he dug into the glove compartment, pulling out a little tin of Altoids. He hoped the mint would not only take away the reek of his vomit but maybe settle his stomach a little too.

“Like I said, it’s just nerves. It’ll just happen again if we reschedule,” Fred said.

“Ok Freddie,” Aaron said. He pulled off at the exit for Wanda’s house. “Almost there.” Fred took a deep breath steeling himself. Just a few minutes later they were pulling up in front of the tiny house Fred grew up in. His sister’s Jeep was parked out front already taking up the entirety of the small driveway.

“Just park behind her. We probably won’t be here long,” Fred said glumly. Aaron nodded and parallel parked across the driveway behind Jennifer.

“Did you call Mark?” Aaron asked. Fred nodded.

“Kate said she would do some kind of ritual spell or some shit,” Fred snorted. “I told her not to bother.” Aaron looked around quickly then took Fred’s hand. He gave it a firm squeeze.

“We’re going to be OK. I’m right here with you. You’re not alone alright Freddie?” Aaron held Fred’s eye contact. He looked so sad already, so exhausted, but he nodded. Then took a deep breath and shook his head.

He stepped out of the car, looking at the small house trying to gather his courage. Aaron stood next to him, and Fred almost grabbed his hand. Both men shoved their hands in their pockets as they walked up the little path to the front door.

When Wanda answered a cacophony of sound poured out. Jennifer had brought all four of her boys with her. Aaron’s eyes widened a bit as he looked at Fred who had managed to put on a tight smile.

“Fred!” she shouted her voice crackling from years of smoking cigarettes. Never in her house, but outside was just fine by her. “Aaron how are you? Your mother good?”

“Hi Wanda, yeah mom is great!” Aaron said.

“Hey Ma,” Fred said, giving her a quick hug.

“Oh, you smell all minty. Come in!” Wanda moved aside and let the men walk into the house. The house had the smell of sauce and cheese wafting through it and the sound was almost unbearable. The TV was on blaring some evening news program. The two smallest of Jennifer’s boys sat side by side on the floor sharing a tablet with some game running on it at full volume. They would shout at each other periodically as they played the game. The two older ones sat at the dining room table on their phones, volumes up, barely looking around them.

Jennifer popped up off the couch weaving through the clutter of too many pieces of furniture and bodies in the small living room space.

“Hey bro,” she hugged Fred and planted a kiss on his face.

“Hey Jennifer, you brought the boys,” he said.

“Whew, you stink. You puke on the way over or something?” she asked.

“Aaron drives like maniac, carsick,” Fred said. Aaron shrugged and rolled his eyes.

“Why’d you bring the boys?” Fred asked.

“Because they haven’t seen their uncle in two weeks! What’s up your ass?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he said. “I just...”

“What do you want to drink with dinner?” Wanda shouted from the kitchen. “Aaron, would you put these on the table?” Wanda held out a stack of napkins. She never had qualms about putting people to work in her home.

“Sure,” he said. Aaron took the napkins and put them in the middle of the table. One of the small boys started wailing as the other snatched the tablet away. Jennifer rolled her eyes.

“Hey, who’s crying like a little girl in there?” Wanda shouted coming around the corner and staring down at her grandsons. “You better buck up buttercup. Or your mama is gonna take that piece of shit away.” The wailer immediately stopped crying but crossed his arms sniffling. Jennifer swatted him on the back of the head. His little face crumpled but he didn’t make another sound.

“Ma, I said we weren’t going to stay for dinner.” Fred rubbed at his temples. “We just need to talk, we’ve got plans.”

“I know, but it’s dinner time,” Wanda said. “It’s almost ready.”

Fred sighed deeply. He looked down at his two nephews on the floor. The wailer, Jeffy, still had his arms crossed and a red tear-streaked face. Fred scooped up the small boy.

“Heeeyyyy Jeffy!” Jeffy settled onto his uncle’s hip, but still kept his arms crossed, glaring down at his brother.