Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 21:19:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little White Pills--Chapter 18

Author's note: Thanks to everyone for the encouraging emails, and also for
your patience.  It turns out keeping these story arcs sensible, as well as
prepping for some new ones, is a lot harder than I thought!  This next one
is pretty heavy on character stuff, but sometimes you just gotta do what
the story needs.  :-) Not to worry though: there's some good old-fashioned
screwing in there too, just wait for it.

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Chapter 18: "All Life Is Forward You Will See"

Chris blew on his hands, trying to keep them warm in the frigid November
air.  He'd made the mistake of following Paul, Joey, and Dave out the door,
mindlessly chatting with them about the match, and hadn't realized until
too late that the gym door was going to lock behind him.  He'd said
goodnight to the three wrestlers without worrying about it, but his hat and
gloves were now inside the building in Aaron's duffel bag.  Usually the
irrepressible blond was quick to shower and change after a match, but he'd
pulled off a great upset tonight and the pin had won their team the
match--he'd been whooping it up all the way to the locker room with the
rest of the guys.  Chris stomped his feet and hoped Aaron wouldn't spend
the rest of the night reliving the play-by-play--how many of the guys were
left in there to tell the story to anyway?  He suppressed a grunt of
frustration--it was his own fault, after all.

A few minutes later he heard boisterous chatter, and then Aaron rounded the
corner.  Chris couldn't help smiling as he watched his (secret) boyfriend's
face lit up with excitement, hands flailing in animation as he told some
story to Dmitri and another guy (Henry?... Harry?...  Something like
that.).  He didn't hear the punch line, but he could hear Dmitri's booming
laugh clearly through the doors, and Henry(?) was cracking up as well.
They poured out the door in a torrent of noise, finally slowing down as
they noticed Chris standing there.

"Hey man, what're you doing outside?  It's cold, white boy!"  Dmitri
pointed to his own shaved head, safely covered within a knit wool cap.

"Yeah," said Chris, "I got locked out.  I left my hat and gloves with him."
He pointed to Aaron, who started.  His wavy hair was still wet, but at
least a backwards ball cap covered it up from the icy wind.

"Aw, sorry dude.  I totally forgot!"  Looking abashed, Aaron rooted around
in his duffel bag until he found Chris's hat and gloves.  "Here ya go."
Chris donned them quickly, grateful for the insulation.

"So what're you guys up to tonight?"  Henry-or-Harry asked.  He wasn't
normally the most outgoing guy; Chris figured he must be fairly bored to be
fishing for a party to go to.

Aaron cocked a thumb at Chris.  "His buddy's having a party at TKE, some of
the guys from the house thought we might swing by that.  I think they got a
couple of kegs, right?"  He looked at Chris.

"Yeah, that's what Ian said." Chris hesitated: he'd really wanted it to
just be him and Aaron at the party since he was leaving for Thanksgiving
break the next morning, but it would be suspicious (and kind of rude) to
not invite the other guys along.  He'd certainly been to enough of theirs
by now.  "You guys wanna come with?"

"Nah, I can't," Dmitri said.  "Denise is leaving tomorrow for Texas--she
wants some 'us time' before Thanksgiving break."  The big black man sighed.
"Women."  The others grinned--Denise was a catch and they all knew it.

"How 'bout you Henry?" Aaron asked, finally settling the name question for
Chris.  "Up for a party?"

Henry's long face twisted in thought.  "Maybe...is it gonna be a sausage
fest?"

"Dunno," Aaron shrugged.  "TKE usually has some pretty cute girls hanging
around, right Chris?"

"Yeah, usually.  They do mixers with KKG a lot--some of them are hot."
Chris was just winging it--his attention was generally focused on the
brothers when he was over there.

Henry shrugged.  "What the hell, I'll give it a shot.  See you guys there
in a few?"  He grabbed his gear and prepared to head to his dorm on the
north side of campus.

"Sounds good."  "Catcha there."  The others headed in the opposite
direction to drop off their own gear: Dmitri peeling off towards Denise's
place down on west campus while Chris and Aaron cut through the park back
to their house.  Feeling a bit irascible, Chris decided to just walk in
silence.  Sure enough, it took all of two minutes before Aaron couldn't
contain himself any longer.  "So, did you like the match?"

"Yeah, it was great--I've never been to one before.  Joey really crushed
it--I can see why he's so good."  Chris tried to keep a straight face--how
long could he drag this out?

"Yeah, he's a stud.  Did you like the other matches?"  Aaron was fishing
hard, but Chris couldn't resist another tweak.

"Yeah, I liked Dmitri's a lot--I would not want to make that guy mad.  He's
a beast."  Chris bit his lower lip, trying to keep a poker face.

"Aaand?..."

"Aaaand what?"

"Did you see mine?"  Aaron was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Aw man, no.  I'm so sorry Aaron--I had to take a leak so bad, and by the
time I got back it was over.  I'm really really sorry--but you won, right?"
Chris tried to look remorseful as Aaron burst.

"You missed--you--aaargh!!  I was fucking amazing!"  Aaron dropped his bag
and pivoted into a re-enactment.  "He came in too high, I could see it, and
I just dropped in--BAM--and then he was over, and I just knew I had him!
Classic hip throw!  I just dropped down, right on him, and 1-2-3 PINNED
BABY!!  I put us over the top and won the whole show!!"  Aaron pumped his
fist.  "And in a new weight class, thank you very much!  And you missed the
whole--what?"

Chris couldn't contain his laughter anymore.  "Sorry Tigg," he gasped,
wiping his eyes, "I'm just yankin' your chain.  I saw the whole thing--you
were amazing!"

Aaron's blue eyes narrowed combatively.  "You dick.  I am so gonna get you
for that.  You are going down!"  He lunged for Chris, who ducked behind a
lamp post still laughing.

"No wait!  If you chase me you can't tell your story again--aaah!"  Chris
jumped back, barely avoiding Aaron's grasp.  Crap, he'd just seen the
wrestler in action--how could he have forgotten how quick he was?  Deprived
of the lamppost's protection he had to run for the nearest trees, Aaron hot
on his heels vowing revenge and laughing as he pursued him.

Eventually he got caught of course, Aaron's muscular grip catching him in a
bear hug to lift him off the ground and then turning him around to press
his back against a tree.  They were both breathing heavily, white clouds
mixing in the winter air, and Chris's hat had fallen off at some point in
the chase.  They grinned at each other and then relaxed, warm bodies
pressing together.  "You are such a shit," Aaron growled.  He gave Chris's
shoulders a little shove back.

Chris slid his arms around Aaron's waist, trim even with a winter jacket
over it.  A smug smile was on his face.  "I know, but I couldn't
resist--you were just sooo spun up.  You really were amazing though--that
was like some 'Matrix'-level move you pulled."  His expression softened.
"You da best."  He leaned in to give Aaron a quick kiss, the short beard
tickling his lips and chin.

"Well, as long as you see and acknowledge my awesomeness...."  Aaron leaned
in for a second kiss, this one a bit longer.  "Did you really like it
though?  I mean, I'm stoked you came, but don't feel like you have to or
anything."

"No, it was really cool.  I mean, I don't know much about wrestling, but it
was fun.  And you looked really hot in that outfit."  The wrestling tights
didn't leave much to the imagination, and knowing what was under them made
it hotter.  More than once during the match Chris had felt himself chubbing
up at the view.

"You like that singlet, huh?"

"Mmhmm."  Chris smiled and slid his hands down to the top of Aaron's tight
ass.

"Wellll...maybe I could do a little modeling for you later then."  Aaron's
expression was sliding from teasing to horniness, and when he pressed his
pelvis against Chris's there was a definite lump that wasn't there before.
Chris pressed his own against it, then let out a soft moan as Aaron's lips
grazed his jawline, whiskers tickling the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Yeah," he gasped, "maybe we could be a little late for the party."  With
Aaron's pre-match training schedule they hadn't had sex for a couple of
days, and he could feel the stored-up load in his balls starting to leak
out.

"Mmmm...or a lot late."  Aaron's mouth moved up to meet his, and he opened
wide to let their tongues slide against each other.  Chris grabbed an ass
cheek in each hand and pulled them tight together as he started a slow
grind against his boyfriend.

When he walked by the park several days later Chris could see that the spot
they'd ended up in was pretty damn visible from the street, so in
retrospect what happened next wasn't that surprising.  But at the time he
wasn't thinking of anything but Aaron's warm body against his, and so the
blast of a pickup horn made him jump.  He looked over in time to see the
driver flip them off and scream "Fuck you, faggots!" before gunning it up
the street, a Sigma Nu sticker prominently displayed in the rear window.

Chris froze, high school memories of jackasses like this flooding back.  At
the time he hadn't paid much attention to that sort of thing, but ever
since he'd met Aaron they'd been on his mind.  Not to mention his parents'
disapproval, or the views of their church....  The warm bubble he'd been in
a minute ago popped, and he let his arms slide from Aaron's body.

A look of deep sadness crossed Aaron's face, and he opened his mouth to say
something.  He paused, rethinking, and finally settled on "Fuck him.
Asshole."  He went up on tiptoe and kissed Chris on his forehead, then
pulled away and tugged on his hand to follow.  "C'mon.  Let's go see Ian
and get drunk."

They retrieved their things and headed back to the house in silence.  By
the time they got there Chris had restored his equilibrium, and if his mood
hadn't completely recovered he was at least ready to have some fun.  They
arrived at the TKE house to find a rowdy party already in full swing, and
headed to the keg to get some beers.  Ian was holding court with some
buddies they knew, and then Henry found them, and pretty soon they were
part of a scrum of guys (and more than a few girls, so Henry was happy)
having a great pre-holiday blowout.

By midnight Chris was pretty buzzed.  He ambled over to the keg for a
refill where Aaron was topping up his own beer.  Surprisingly, the wrestler
didn't seem to be drinking much--he was usually as rowdy as Joey at
keggers.  "You're pretty sober--thought you'd be celebrating your win.  Did
you tell Ian about it?"  Ian was hardly a wrestling groupie, but he always
got a kick out of Aaron's enthusiastic retellings.

"Yeah, he was amazed--as he should be."  Aaron sounded distracted, and as
he sipped his beer his eyes scanned the room.

Chris turned to follow his gaze.  There were a couple of muscle heads in
full regalia (hoodies, backwards ball caps) talking in the corner, and one
of them seemed to be eyeballing him.  When he saw Chris looking he leaned
in drunkenly to the other one and said something in his ear, an unpleasant
grin on his face.  His friend shrugged and walked off, the Sigma Nu logo
clearly visible on his cap.  Oh.  He turned back to Aaron.

The jock's gaze was still focused over Chris's shoulder, and his face
hardened.  "Fuck," he said, "asshole incoming."

A minute later Chris felt someone bump into him, slopping his beer over his
hand, and Musclehead #1 staggered up to the keg.  He was big, probably
Dmitri's size, and under other circumstances Chris would've thought he was
decent-looking: strong jaw, short brown hair, slightly turned-up nose, and
the obligatory musclehead shake 'n bake tan.  The whole effect was ruined
though by the drunken leer he shot Chris, swaying as he refilled his solo
cup.  "Enjoying your beer, faggot?" he asked.

"What?"  Chris suddenly felt like a deer in the headlights.

"I said, 'How's your beer, faggot?!'"  Musclehead's voice rose as he spoke,
and a couple of guys nearby turned around to look.

"What are you talking about?"  The nightmare that had led to his big fight
with Aaron was coming true, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Aaron set down his beer and leaned in.  "Fuck off, asshole."

Musclehead refocused his bleary gaze on the newcomer.  "Who the fuck are
you?"

"I'm the guy telling you to leave him alone.  Now fuck.  Off."  Aaron's
face had an ugly intensity that Chris had never seen before--this was way
beyond his game face at a match.

"Whah?  You his butt buddy or something?"  The flushed face squinted.
"Yeah, that's right, yer the one making out with him in the park!"  He was
loud enough now that the group around the keg had all turned to watch,
staring at the three of them as Musclehead's built up his rage.  "Fucking
disgusting.  You two faggots make me SICK!!"

When Chris was twelve he and his best friend Pete had biked out to a
mountain lake on an unseasonably warm April day.  The water had looked
bright and inviting and they'd egged each other on until Chris had stripped
to his underwear and jumped in.  Just before he'd hit he'd just had time to
register a few stray chunks of ice floating on the surface, and then he was
in.  The sensation was indescribable, miles beyond what he'd considered
"freezing" when he was playing outside in the winter.  He barely felt the
burning cold before he went numb all over.  His skin felt like it was
instantly five sizes too small, locking his limbs in place and squeezing
the air from his lungs.  When he burst to the surface he tried to suck in
more air, and found it almost impossible: the wind had been knocked out of
him, and it was not coming back.  Every thought in his brain was swept away
by the overwhelming desire to get out of the icy water RIGHT NOW, and he
barely held down his panic as he tried to get his limbs to move him to
shore.  By the time he emerged from the water he was trembling so hard he
could barely stand; Pete had not followed him in.

That same sensation washed over him now.  All he could think of was escape,
but he could barely breath, let alone move.  Part of his brain was
screaming at him to do something, but it was locked behind a wall of ice.
All he could do was watch, frozen.

Aaron pushed around the keg, face white with fury.  "You need to get the
fuck out of here right now, you piece of shit," he growled.

"I'M a piece of shit?!  I'M a piece of shit?!!"  Musclehead was spitting
his words out now, his face red, and half the party had turned to watch.
Those nearest the protagonists were backing away, sensing the real
possibility of a fight.  "I'm not the one humping this cocksucker's leg in
the park, you fucking QUEER!!"  He pointed at Chris with one hand, and
shoved Aaron back with the other.

"You worthless shit," Aaron spat, and shoved back.  "He's a better person
than you'll ever be."

"FUCK YOU!" the goon roared, and stepped in for a roundhouse punch that
would probably have laid Aaron out cold.

It never connected though.  In a moment that Chris would remember for the
rest of his life, Aaron slid in under the punch, one hand grabbing the
meaty arm to pull it even farther forward while his shoulder connected with
Musclehead's hips.  When Aaron stood up the gym rat was stretched out
across his shoulders, the two of them forming a T.  With a roar of rage
Aaron pressed up with his whole body, tossing the larger man over his head
to crash down on the floor, flat on his back and utterly stunned.

"No, fuck you!!" Aaron leaned in to scream down at the gasping face below
him.  "You just got your ass kicked by a faggot, you fucking loser!!"  He
gave Musclehead a kick in the ribs--not as hard as it could've been, Chris
saw, but far from gentle.  "And if you EVER mess with my boyfriend
again--EVER--I will fucking finish you!!  Am I clear?!"  Musclehead flopped
in slow motion, still trying to suck in some air.  Aaron administered
another kick.  "I said, AM I *FUCKING CLEAR*?!"  Musclehead groaned, but
managed a small nod before rolling on his side to vomit.  The only other
sound in the room was the stereo playing a female rapper:

	You can tell it not to show its face
	When you are trying to hold your space
	But it's in you deep in your sinews
	And it comes out on the coldest days

Oh good, Chris thought numbly, I have my own soundtrack.  He felt like
every circuit breaker in his head had tripped.  There were voices starting
up again, but the syllables meant nothing; he just stood there while they
washed over his head.  A humongous bruiser in a Sigma Nu sweatshirt was
having a tense but quiet exchange with Aaron, but it just slid off his
brain like water.  His feet led him from the room, zombie-like, and he let
them sweep him away from the crowd up the stairs to the back of the house
until he found an unoccupied room.  He closed the door and sat on the bed,
mind blank.

In his dreams this had always been the end, the worst, game over.  But in
his dreams he hadn't had someone there with him, and under the numbness he
felt a glow of gratitude for Aaron's presence.  And...relief.  It was
starting to sink in that this was pretty much as bad as things could get,
but the world hadn't ended.  No one had shit on him now that they knew his
secret--and hadn't there been one or two people who'd patted him on the
shoulder as he'd stumbled upstairs?  And Aaron sure wasn't going anywhere.
He realized he had tears running down his cheeks, but even as he sniffed
and wiped them off he felt a lightness he'd never experienced before.
Maybe....

After a couple minutes the wave of emotion passed and he got a grip on
himself.  Probably time to rejoin the party, he thought, see how Aaron is
doing.  Just then the door opened and Ian's freckled face poked in,
instantly filling with concern as he took in Chris's state.

"Hey bud, there you are," he said softly.  "Thought you might like onea
these."  He came in holding two solo cups and handed Chris the full on,
then closed the door and sat beside him on the bed.  "How, uh, how you
doin'?"

Chris took a deep gulp of beer and sighed.  "Okay I guess.  Sorry to wreck
your party."

"Nah, it's fine.  Not your fault.  Everyone's back to beer pong
already--it's cool."  The redhead was quiet for a minute while they both
sipped their beers.  "You know you could've told me right?  I mean, it's
not like we're not still buds."

Chris felt his eyes watering again.  "Thanks."  His voice was low and
hoarse.

Ian looked over at him.  "Ahhhh shit.  C'mere."  Ian gave him an awkward
one-armed hug.  "We're good man, it's all gonna be fine."  He downed some
more beer.  "It is, you'll see."

Chris took a deep shuddering breath and pulled away to wipe his eyes, then
killed off his beer in one long swallow.  "Sorry, just been kind of a
fucked-up day I guess."

Ian patted his shoulder.  "Hey, could be worse: you could be the one puking
your guts out in front of everyone after some pansy just owned your ass."

Chris snorted.  "Yeah, Aaron laid him out pretty good, huh?"

"That he did."  Ian sipped.  "You picked a good one."

"Yeah."  Chris gave a lopsided smile.  "He's pretty awesome."

Ian chuckled.  "And I wasted all this time worrying about you never getting
laid."  He slow-punched Chris on the arm.  "You owe me a girlfriend buddy."

Chris nodded.  "Aye aye.  Wingman Chris, reporting for duty."  They fist
bumped solemnly.

The door popped open again and this time it was Aaron's tense face that
peered around it, lighting up when he saw Chris.  "There you are!"

Chris jumped up, his worries swept away at the sight, and grabbed the
wrestler in the tightest hug he could manage.  Aaron returned it and the
two of them stood there silently for a minute, bodies tight.  Chris
could've let it go on forever, basking in this raw physical feeling of
belonging.  "I love you," he whispered, and felt Aaron squeeze him even
tighter.

"I love you too," he whispered back fiercely, and with that the evening was
right again.

Finally they pulled apart, both of their eyes watering up a little bit, and
then turned around to see Ian still standing there and looking awkward.
"Found him," the TKE brother said.

Aaron laughed.  "Yeah, thanks Ian.  Oh hey--one sec!"  He ducked out of the
door for an instant to grab something off the hall shelf, then came back
with three full solo cups.  "Thought you could use these."  He passed them
around and they toasted silently before taking deep swallows; Chris
realized he was swaying a bit as the beers started piling up in his blood,
but worrying about it seemed pointless, so he downed another gulp.

"So...what happened after I, uh, left?"  Fled, a guilty part of him
whispered.

Aaron shrugged.  "Some of the Sigma Nu brothers dragged the shithead off.
Don't think they were too happy with him.  One of them said sorry at least;
said he'd make sure there wasn't any trouble with the cops."

Ian grinned.  "And that he'd hold the asshole down while you finished
kicking the shit out of him if he fucked with you or Chris again."  He
raised his cup in salute.

Aaron wore a look of satisfaction.  "Yep.  And that."  He looked directly
at Chris.  "He'll never be a problem again," he promised.

Chris gave a small smile back.  He'd never felt like he needed a protector
but...it was nice to know Aaron had his back no matter what.  "Thanks
Tigg."  He finished his beer, then took a deep breath.  "Okay, let's go
down and get some beers, huh?"  He was wobbling a bit as they headed to the
hall, but not too badly he thought.

At the top of the stairs they ran into the big Sigma Nu goon Chris had seen
talking to Aaron after the fight.  He froze for a second but then rallied:
he wasn't going to make Aaron stand up for him every time he had to deal
with some prick.  Even if this guy was the size of Big Dave.

"Uh, hey," the goon said.  "Someone said you were up here.  Thought maybe
you could use an apology beer."  He held up a foam-topped red cup for Chris
to take.

Chris blinked a couple of times.  He was ready to mix it up, but his sodden
brain finally picked up on the fact that this was an apology.  Maybe the
goon wasn't a goon after all...

"Uh, okay, thanks."

The not-goon held out his hand.  "I'm Kevin.  I'm the Sigma Nu president.
I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what happened earlier."  Chris
shook the proffered paw.  "Brenner is just an asshole man, straight up.
He's a legacy who thinks he's hot shit because his daddy was a Sigma Nu
that donated a lot of money, so now we're stuck with him."  Kevin sighed.
"I'm stuck with him.  Anyway, like I told your boy here, he won't be any
trouble again.  He is, you let me know and the brothers'll take care of
it."

Chris drank some of his new beer, trying to process this turn of events.
"Well, thanks."

"For what it's worth, my cousin's gay.  He put up with a lot of shit in
school that none of us knew about until he came out."  Kevin's face
hardened.  "He's a good guy who didn't deserve any of that.  So you or your
boy need some turds kicked to the curb, let me know.  Cool?"

"Yeah, cool.  Thanks."  Chris tossed back the rest of his beer, then tried
to focus on Kelly.  "You football shitheads are okay," he slurred.

The big man grinned.  "Thanks little man."  He looked Chris up and down,
then turned to Aaron.  "Might be time to pour your boyfriend into a bed,
champ."

"Yep," Aaron grunted; somehow Chris had tipped onto him and Aaron was
propping him up.  "He's kind of a lightweight."  Chris wasn't quite clear
on what happened next, but somehow he'd ended up with an arm draped over
Aaron's shoulder, while the wrestler gripped his waist.  "Okay babe, time
to get you home."

"Bye Ian!" Chris shouted, waving towards where he thought his friend might
be, and then Aaron was leading him downstairs and out the door, through the
cold to the warmth of their bed.

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The next morning he slid into consciousness, aware that he had to pee like
a racehorse.  Aaron was flat on his back in bed next to him, breathing
heavily.  Chris did a self-check as he pissed for what felt like five
minutes.  Not too bad actually: he had a little headache but it was
bearable, he'd somehow gotten into a tee shirt and boxers before bed, and
his mouth didn't even taste too gross, so he probably hadn't puked.  He'd
never gotten so wrecked that had been a problem, and he was kind of hoping
he could skip that college experience.

He tried to slide back into bed carefully, but as soon as he settled in
Aaron flopped over to spoon up next to him. His dark blond hair was
adorably tousled, not like Chris's bed head mess, and Chris couldn't help a
little twinge of hair envy.  Aaron's muscular body burrowed in closer to
his as he started to wake up and Chris knew there'd be no getting back to
sleep: nine o'clock was late for his Tigger. "Morning babe" he croaked.
Okay, maybe he wasn't 100% yet.

One eye popped open and Aaron gave him a wry look.  "How you feeling
champ?"

"Ehhh, not too bad really.  Just a little headache.  And no beer breath."
He blew on Aaron's face.

Aaron made a face.  "Yeah, you really, really wanted to brush your teeth
last night after I pumped you full of water.  Wouldn't hurt to grab a
little Scope though."

"Sorry."

Aaron pulled his face down for a kiss.  "I'll manage."

It was a good kiss, but Chris broke it off after a minute despite the
activity it had started in his boxers.  "Um...I'm really sorry I bailed on
you last night."  It came out in a rush.

Aaron pulled back.  "Whah?  No, no, don't worry about it babe.  Really.
I'm not looking for someone to join MMA with me."  He gave Chris a
heartfelt look.  "I'm looking for you."  He pulled himself up and kissed
Chris on the forehead.  "I love you the way you are."  He kissed him again,
on the nose.  "You're the sweetest guy I know."  He kissed him on the side
of the mouth.  "You're the one I want to be with."  Aaron sounded a little
breathless, and when he rolled on top Chris could feel his hard-on.  "And I
wanna be with you right now."  His tongue slid past Chris's lips, and Chris
went to rock-hard instantly.  Aaron started grinding his hips, rubbing them
against each other through their underwear, and Chris let out a half-sigh,
half-growl.

"Me too," he said and wrapped his legs around Aaron's while his hands
fumbled to find the bottom of the wrestler's sleeping tee.  Aaron kept
thrusting against him as the tee shirt came up and off his torso, his
kisses becoming more urgent as the pleasure of rubbing together increased.
Finally it was off and his bare chest was pressing into Chris again.

"I wanna suck you off so bad," he said, and then his mouth was moving down
Chris's neck.  There was more fumbling as they got Chris's shirt off, and
then his warm lips were on Chris's nipples, suckling them to hardness so he
could tease them with his teeth.  Chris shivered at the tingles of pleasure
he was feeling, then began slowly squirming as Aaron's tongue lapped across
his abs to his faint treasure trail.  The wrestler slid his hands up the
legs of his boxers, fingers caressing Chris's balls and rubbing into the
fur at the base of his dripping cock; a wet spot the size of a quarter had
already formed where he'd been leaking.  "God you smell so good," Aaron
muttered, "I fuckin' love your cock."  He took a deep breath and then they
both gave satisfied moans as he worked Chris's shaft out of the fly and
into his mouth.

Chris was breathing deeply as Aaron's tongue swirled around and around his
head.  It felt soooo good; the only thing that would make it hotter would
be if-- "Turn around A, I wanna suck you too."

Aaron looked up at him, face flushed and lips wet with saliva.  "Fuck
yeah."  He pulled off Chris's boxers, then kicked off his own before
getting back into bed in the sixty-nine they both wanted.

Chris breathed in deeply as Aaron's crotch settled in over his face, the
warm musky scent washing over him and making his cock throb.  Aaron's
clipped 7" shaft was covered with streaks of liquid, and a clear droplet
was already about to break free from his piss slit.  Chris lifted his neck
to capture it, and sighed loudly as his mouth filled with the warm meaty
taste of cock.  Aaron's mouth mirrored his own, and they both gave muffled
moans as they strove to take each other in to the hilt.  In their time
together Aaron had taught him how to suck cock properly, and if Chris
wasn't as good as his boyfriend he still knew how to swallow Aaron all the
way until his nose was pressed into the wrestler's smooth balls.  Somehow
neither one of them suffered from a gag reflex (neither did Dave or Joey,
come to think of it), and he was able to purely enjoy the taste and feel of
giving head.  Aaron made happy little whimpers as Chris's lips slid up and
down his shaft, and a steady stream of nutty juice drained from him as his
thrusts picked up in intensity.

Chris's own hips were bucking up into Aaron's mouth, and he knew he was
leaking just as much.  Aaron's mouth was sealed onto him, the ring of his
lips massaging his shaft while his rough tongue swirled over his taught
glans, making him pant in pleasure.  Pinned under Aaron's muscular warmth
he couldn't move his head very well, but he knew what would make Aaron
happy instead.  Taking a moment to coat one finger with a generous supply
of spit, he gripped Aaron's taught glutes and pulled them apart.  He could
just make out the pink hairless hole above him, and when the wet middle
finger slid inside it Aaron let out a muffled yelp of pleasure.  He pulled
off Chris long enough to pant "Oh God, finger my ass, just like that!
Fuuuck!" and then he was back to giving head with renewed vigor.  Chris
could feel his balls starting to tighten up, but he wanted Aaron to come
first.  He hadn't swallowed the jock's spunk in a while, and something in
him was hungry for the taste again.  Another finger joined the first and he
felt Aaron's cock swell in his mouth as it released the richer-flavored
juice he knew came just before orgasm.  He increased his mouth work,
bobbing up and down and working his tongue as much as he could, while his
fingers began working Aaron's hairless hole in earnest.  Aaron's whimpers
were growing in volume even as he lost his focus on Chris's cock.  Chris
could feel the strong thighs trembling as the orgasm approached, and then
his mouth was filling with rich salty cream as Aaron unleashed.  He ran his
free hand roughly over Aaron's ass and back, the body strokes bringing
answering shivers through the muscles there and urging more juice into his
mouth.  More than he could keep up with, actually: as Aaron slowed down
Chris could feel the liquid trickling down his cheeks.  Buried deep in the
jock's crotch he didn't care though: the scent of jizz added to the rest of
it, and he let the sensations wash over him, adding to his pleasure.

Aaron got his equilibrium back faster than Chris had expected, and soon
enough he was back to his blowjob.  Chris let the still-hard dick slide out
of his mouth and reached down to grab Aaron's skull as he drew the cum up
and out of his balls, closer to erupting with each pass of his lips.  When
he wrapped one hand around Chris's shaft and squeezed that was the final
straw: two short pumps and his head arched back into the pillow while his
orgasm washed over him.  "Oh God, Aaron!  I'm--I'm--ah! Ah!  Ah!
Aaaahhhhgawwwwd!!!"  He only half-heard the slurping noises Aaron made as
he greedily took Chris's load, but he could definitely feel every drop
being vacuumed out of him in waves of pleasure.

When they were finally done and Aaron had finished lapping up all his juice
they rolled over onto their sides, still breathing heavily.  The room was
cool, but they both were plenty warm from their exertion.  "Damn," Aaron
sighed, "I needed that.  That was awesome."  He took a deep breath, then
let it out.  "Thanks babe."  He lifted his head and looked up at Chris,
then chuckled.  "Man, I jizz-blasted the crap out of you.  Sorry about
that."

"It's fine."  Chris wiped his cheek with the back of one hand, then on a
whim licked it.  "Kinda hot actually."

"Slut."  Aaron grinned, and Chris grinned back, and then they were both
giggling.  It was true, Chris thought, this thing with Aaron had made him
kind of slutty.  But he wouldn't trade it for anything.

The warm glow stayed with him as they showered up together; it had sort of
become a tradition with them after sex.  Even when it didn't lead to
another round of sex, Chris loved the closeness and the body contact: he'd
happily spend all day running his soapy hands over Aaron's sculpted body,
and the look of bliss on Aaron's face when Chris gave him a scalp massage
was adorable.

This time there was no follow-up fooling around: Chris's sister and her
husband were due to show up soon to take him home for Thanksgiving break.
And sure enough, he'd barely finished packing when Kelly was at the door.
He didn't really see it, but people said they looked a lot alike: they did
both have wavy black hair (hers in a pony tail), fine-featured faces, and
trim builds.  Maybe their eyes were kinda similar?...  He gave a mental
shrug, then let her in to a big embrace.  "Hey--you made it!  Where's
Alex?"  Chris was disappointed her husband wasn't there: he and Chris had
hit it off ever since he'd started dating Kelly, and Alex was like an older
brother to him.

"Ahhh, he's gotta come later: his CO wouldn't let him leave early.  Some
sort of computer emergency."  Alex was apparently some sort of hot shot
programmer at the Air Force base (details classified) and his services were
always in demand.  "He'll be driving down Wednesday."  She made a
face--they both knew what traffic would be like.  "You ready Squirt?"  That
was the nickname she'd given him ever since he was little.

From the kitchen he heard Aaron choke out a laugh, then try to cover it up
with a fake coughing fit.  Chris rolled his eyes.  "Uh hey, Kelly, this is
Aaron.  A, this is my sister Kelly."  They shook hands, Aaron trying to
keep a straight face without much success.  "Oh, and that's Gabe and Big
Dave."  He pointed to the living room, where the guys were watching
football.

"Hi guys!" she waved.  "Which one is which?" she stage whispered.

Both guys glanced up.  "Yo," they waved absentmindedly.

"Whelp, let's hit the road huh?  I want to get south of Denver before
traffic hits."

"Sounds good."  Chris grabbed his bag.  "Later guys."  His eyes locked
briefly with Aaron's and they exchanged a smile.

"Later Squirt."  Aaron's grin was open now, and Chris just shook his head
as he headed out the door and home to his family.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The first few days flew by: catching up with high school buddies, visiting
with aunts and uncles who all commented on how big he'd gotten, preparing
for the Thanksgiving feast, and of course the obligatory church activities.
Usually he just tuned them out, but this year it was harder to: knowing
what was going on with Aaron made him painfully aware of the secret life he
was leading now, and he just wanted to get away from it all.  It didn't
help that he'd been too busy to do more than text a bit with Aaron, and
when he got the message that read "family cool w us. Lots of hugs from
all. They want to meet u. miss u! XOXOXO" it just made him feel more
isolated.  Happy for Aaron, but it made their separation worse.  He sighed
mentally and tried to get focused back on the Scrabble game he was
playing--his brother-in-law was kicking his butt, as usual.  When it
finally ended and the teasing died down he stood up.  "Well that's enough
for me tonight.  I'm gonna hit the sack."

"Aw c'mon man, it's not even midnight yet.  Stay up."  His curly-headed
brother-in-law looked disappointed.  Chris's parents always turned in early
so it was just the three of them.

"Nah, not tonight.  Gotta get up early tomorrow for all the Turkey Day
stuff, and I'm just beat."  He was too: he'd pushed hard at the gym to make
up for all the food he'd been eating.  But mostly he just wanted to be by
himself.  "We'll do a rematch tomorrow Alex."  He forced a grin.  "Plenty
of time to kick your butt."

Alex looked like he was going to say something, but Kelly shot him a look
and he shut up.  She knew he just sometimes needed some down time, and he
was grateful to his sister for knowing it.  "Okay man, get rested up.
Shoot some hoops tomorrow before the game comes on?"

"Sure, sounds good."  They said their goodnights, Kelly giving him a
sisterly worried look as she did.  But she knew poking Chris wouldn't get
her anywhere, so she kept her mouth shut.  Relieved, Chris headed up to
bed.

He'd finished brushing his teeth and was settling into bed when his phone
buzzed: it was Aaron. U up still?

Yes. Just thinking of you.  :-)

wanna call?

Sure. Will call you.

Chris got up and closed his door while he dialed.  His room was at the end
of the house where the heat never worked well; it'd be freezing in the
morning if he left it that way, but he wanted some privacy.

Aaron picked up on the first ring.  "Hey you!"  He sounds so happy, Chris
thought, and felt a warm glow.

"Hi Tigg."  Suddenly he didn't know what else to say.  "So, um...how's it
going?"  He pounded his forehead--God, that was lame.  He hoped Aaron had
at least picked up that he was excited too.

"Great!"  And Aaron was off on his recap.  Apparently word of the fight at
TKE had gotten out, along with the reason, and Dmitri and several of the
guys on the team had called or texted their support.  Their coach had
called him in for what was technically a talking-to about the fight, but
had really ended up being more a show of support for his coming out.  And
if his family had been a little surprised when he'd dropped his first
hints, they'd gotten over it just fine by the time he got home.  "It's not
like they've never met a gay guy in San Francisco," he laughed.

"That's awesome Tigg."  Chris felt a surge of pride at how Aaron was
handling this, even if he also felt lame for his own lack of progress.
"Good for you."

Aaron turned the conversation to how his break was going, and they chatted
about that for a while.  At some point he heard someone going into the
bathroom across the hall, but his voice was low and anyway they weren't
saying anything incriminating, so he didn't worry about it.  Finally he
reached the end of his update and wound down.  "So...anything else going
on?"

He heard Aaron give a little grunt; it sounded like he was settling into
his own bed.  "Mmm...I miss you.  A lot."

"Yeah, me too."  Suddenly he couldn't wait to be back on campus, having
this conversation in bed together.

"I wish you were here right now.  Next to me."  He heard Aaron taking a
deep breath.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see you again."  He could imagine exactly how
Aaron's body would feel pressed next to his, how he would smell.  He idly
ran a hand over his stomach as he pictured it all.

"Me either.  I'm hard just thinking about it."

Chris sucked in his breath.  He'd jerked off a couple of times in the
shower: thinking about Aaron while he was soaping up left only one way to
get some relief.  But hearing Aaron talking about his dick in that husky
voice made him feel as horny as though he'd never rubbed one out.  He
arched his back and sighed as he groped himself through his underwear.
"Mmmm...me too."

"Oh shit yeah.  Are you playing with your dick?"

"Yeah.  A little."  He gave a tight chuckle.  "Kind of a lot."  He squeezed
harder and his dick gave a lunge, his boxers barely keeping it from
slapping up against his belly.  "Mmmh."

"Ahhh...fuck.  Me too--I'm starting to leak.  Pull your dick out and stroke
it good for me.."

Chris could hear Aaron breathing more heavily, and so was he: the image of
Aaron's muscular body flexing as he played with himself turned his dick
into an iron bar.  He fished it out of his fly and started to stroke it,
the dripping head providing natural lubrication.  "Yeah..." he sighed.

"You leakin'?"

"Yeah.  Yeah, a lot."  He was too--it was like he hadn't gotten off in
days.  He wished more than anything that Aaron was with him right now,
but...jacking off together on the phone was really turning him on too.

"Aw fuck, I wish I was there right now so I could lap that shit up.  I'd
take your head in my mouth and start licking it clean while I sucked all
the juice leaking out of it.  Would you like that?"

"Oh jeez, yes...unh...suck me Aaron...."  Chris could imagine how it would
feel if Aaron were there blowing him, and he gave his shaft an extra
squeeze.  "Uuunnnhh....  Hang on, I gotta get some lotion."  He leaned over
and fished some out of his duffle, impatient to lube up so he could
continue.  In his hurry he got way more than he needed, but it didn't
matter--he was going to make a mess soon anyway.

"Shit, me too."  He heard some assorted rustling noises, then: "Fuck yeah.
God, I'm thinking about your mouth on my cock and it's making me crazy.  I
wish I were 69ing you right now, I swear I'd have my nose in your balls."
He would too, Chris knew: having learned on Joey's monster, Aaron could
deep throat him like a champ.  He whimpered as he slowly twisted his grip
over his cock head, imagining it was Aaron's throat stimulating him.

"Oh God Aaron, that feels so good.  I wish I had you in my mouth right
now..."

"I'm leaking big time--you want some of that?"

"Yes," Chris sighed, "yes."  He closed his eyes, imagining their bodies
pressed together, and couldn't resist the urge to stroke faster.

"Oh Jesus, you sound so fucking hot.  Spread your legs for me babe--show me
that big fat cock."

Chris imagined the look in Aaron's eyes as he tilted the shaft upright.
"It's all for you Tigg.  Suck me."  Aaron wasn't there, but he spread his
legs wide in invitation anyways.

"Oh yeah, such a beautiful dick.  I love having it in my mouth...mmmm....
You know what I want even more though?"

"What?" Chris's voice was hoarse with lust.  Anything Aaron wanted was fine
with him.  Anything.

"That tight ass.  You want me to stick my tongue up in there?  Open you
up?"

Chris didn't even think.  His left hand was already good and slimy from the
lotion, and it only took an instant to work it under the waistband of his
boxers, slide through his pubes, and start probing for his tender hole.
When he found it and the tip of his index finger slid in he let out a moan,
barely remembering in time to keep it quiet before someone heard.
"Yessss...eat me Aaron."  He wiggled the finger and bit back another cry.
"Eat me!" he whispered.

"Oh fuck," Aaron muttered, "fuck...so tight...working my tongue inside
you...stretching that little hole...mmmhh!!"  He was breathing heavily now,
and Chris could faintly hear him fapping away.  He picked up his own pace
to match it.

"Aaron, you feel so good...my cock is dripping on my stomach I'm so hard."
He shoved a second finger in, deeply, and gave a muffled groan of need.
"Fuck me Aaron, I need you to fuck me so I can come!"

"Godamn, yes...you're so tight babe...you always make my dick feel so good.
I'm sliding it in you now, pushing into your ass just the way you
like...mmm...balls deep in your hole...fucking your hole...."  Aaron's
panting had gotten louder and faster.

Chris began fingering himself in earnest, while his right hand picked up
the stroking.  "Yes!  Faster Tigg, faster!  You feel so good--you're gonna
make me come!"  He was too: he could feel the jizz boiling in his balls as
they prepared to unleash.  "Harder Tigg, I'm gonna come!  I'm
comiiiiiiinng!"  It was a struggle keeping his voice down.

"Me too babe!  Me too!  Stroke your---ahhh--stroke your cock!
Aaaaahhaahhhfuuuuck!  Unggh! Ungh!  Uhhhhhhnnnn...."

The sounds of Aaron's orgasm provided the perfect background as Chris shot
his wad.  He didn't even see where the first blast went, but the next
couple were near-vertical, splattering back down on his boxers and the
bottom of his tee shirt.  He didn't care--his brain was filled with images
of Aaron on top of him, inside him, with him.  It wasn't the same as the
real thing, but it sure felt great.  He gave a long sigh of happy
relaxation.

"Damn," Aaron said, "I needed that.  I made a freakin' mess though."

Chris chuckled.  "Yeah, me too."

"Mmm...wish I was there to help clean up."  Aaron gave a lazy sigh.  "Guess
I'll just have to do some more cleaning up when you get back."

Chris smiled.  "Yep, guess so.  I'll see what I can do."  He felt his face
warm slightly: now that he'd come he was more self-conscious about this
stuff.  Not like he used to be, but he knew he was still a little uptight.

"I bet you will, big boy.  Can't wait to see you shoot one."

"Um, me too."

Aaron chuckled.  "You're so cute when you get all shy on me."

"Shut up! I'm not."  Chris felt his face warm further.

Aaron laughed again.  "C'mon, admit it: your lying there with your dick in
your hand and that big old load in your lap, and you're like," his voice
went into a Southern falsetto, "'Land sakes, what came over me?  I don't
know how I got my knickers so messy.  What ever was I thinking?'"

Chris had to laugh.  "You're such a dork."  Okay, maybe Aaron was kind of
right.  A little.

"And you're super cute.  I *know* why my knickers are soaking wet: you get
me going and I can't stop myself."

"Me too...."

"That's the spirit!  Listen, we're doing a bunch of shit early tomorrow,
and I'm really sleepy for some strange reason, so I'm gonna let you go,
'kay?"

"Yeah, sure...wish you were here Tigg."

"Me too babe, me too.  'Night."

"G'night."  Chris hung up and set about cleaning himself up before he fell
asleep.

When he woke up a few hours later to go to the bathroom the memories of his
jerkoff session came back, and he couldn't get to sleep until he'd
pleasured himself a second time.  After he came he drifted back asleep with
a smile on his face.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The Thanksgiving weather was surprisingly good the next morning: cold but
clear, the weak sunlight providing enough warmth that he and Alex could
play a game of Horse while his mom and sister worked on the meal and his
dad watched the pregame shows.  Chris pulled comfortably ahead H to H-O-R-S
as they chatted: Alex wasn't a klutzy dork any more than Chris was a dumb
jock, but they each had their strengths.

"So how's the dating scene treating you Squirt?"  Alex had picked up on
Chris's nickname a long time ago and Chris was used to it by now, even if
he was bigger than the thin programmer.  His brother-in-law sank a shot
from the bush at the edge of the driveway.

"Oh you know, nothing really going on."  Chris shrugged, feeling
uncomfortable with how the conversation was going, but still making his
shot.

"Oh yeah?  So who were you talking to last night then?"  Alex went for a
left-handed shot, but it bounced off the rim into the street and he ran to
fetch it.  He passed the ball to Chris, waiting for an answer.

"It was just a friend."  Chris's shot went low and he had to chase the ball
into the neighbor's yard.  When he got back Alex was giving him an intent
look, half-joking but also serious underneath.

"C'mon man.  Your room is cold as balls with that door closed."  Alex knew
from experience: before he and Kelly bad gotten married he'd spent his
sleepover nights on an air mattress on Chris's floor.  And if he'd
sometimes vanished in the night for an hour or two, well, Chris had never
said anything.  The unspoken secret had been one of the things that bonded
the three of them.  "And no one closes their door in the middle of the
night to talk in a low voice unless it's a girlfriend."  He grinned as he
shot from the end of the driveway, his face turning to surprise when he
actually made the long shot.

Something must've showed on Chris's face, because Alex put his hands up.
"Don't worry man, I didn't listen in or anything--I just had to take a whiz
is all.  But c'mon bud, spill it.  What's the deal?  You got a thing going
on finally?  You've earned it after your stint in Crazy Camp."  He tilted
his head towards the house.  He got on fine with the 'rents, but he knew
firsthand all about their views on dating.

Chris picked up the ball, and as he did the image of Aaron dropping the
Sigma Nu meathead onto the floor rose up.  Suddenly he wasn't afraid
anymore.  "It's a guy," he said, and sank the shot.

Alex's eyebrows twitched up, and then he looked thoughtful.  "Well okay
then.  That's cool."  He took the ball from Chris and tried for another
end-of-the-driveway shot.  "Shit."  He retrieved the ball and handed it to
Chris.  "So is this like a thing?  Like a real thing?"

Chris could feel the adrenaline starting to surge, and fought it down.  He
was doing this.  "Yeah."  He nodded.  "It is."

Alex's face lit up in happiness, and for a second Chris saw what drew his
sister to him.  "That's great Chris, just great."  He grabbed Chris in a
big hug.  "I'm really happy for you man, you deserve it."

Chris hugged him back, a wave of gratitude and relief washing over him.
"Thanks."  His voice was a little hoarse.

Alex patted his back.  "Sure thing.  Family, right?"  He gave a quick
squeeze, then let Chris go.  "You tell Kelly yet?"

Chris shook his head.

"You want me to say something?  Or not--I've got Top Secret clearance, I
can keep my mouth shut you know, even around my wife."

"Ummm...I dunno.  I mean, I hadn't really planned on this, you know?  But I
mean it's okay, whatever."

Alex gave him an assessing look for a second.  "I'll just let you two talk
it over on the ride back, how's that?  Nothing in front of Team Jeebus,
okay?"

Chris nodded.  "Yeah, that's cool.  Thanks Alex."

"No problem Squirt.  Now make this fucking shot so we can go in--I'm
freezing my ass off."  It took two more rounds before Alex got the final
"E," but they finally got in out of the cold, just in time to stuff their
faces at the family table.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The ride home Saturday with his sister went even better than he'd hoped.
"So Alex says we should talk?..." she'd started, and it'd all come out
after that.  The two of them had always been close, and having Kelly in on
his secret was a huge burden lifted.  By the time they rolled back into
town Chris felt better than he had in a long time.

"So you haven't told Mom or Dad yet, huh?"

Chris just rolled his eyes.

"I know, I know.  And maybe you shouldn't right away, but...maybe.  I mean,
on my wedding day Dad came in to see how I was doing, and I thought he was
going to do the usual thing about making sure my hotel reservations were in
order, or say a prayer or something.  And of course he did do a prayer, but
then he said 'Honey, you know how I feel about proper relations outside of
marriage.  And I know that you and Alex haven't maybe had the same feelings
about that.  But I love you and I'm happy for you and that's the most
important thing.  Don't ever forget that.'  It was really sweet.  So when
you're ready...they might surprise you is all I'm saying."  They pulled
into the driveway.  "I've gotta get out and use your bathroom."  She
touched his arm briefly.  "But just think about it, okay?  Now really, I've
gotta pee."  She got out and hustled inside while Chris unloaded his duffle
and hauled it up to his room.

A few minutes later she was done and they were standing in the kitchen,
sipping Cokes before saying their goodbyes.  "So where's your man anyway?
I barely got a chance to meet him."

"He gets back later tonight; his flight's at 7:30 I think."

"Aw, well I'm sorry I won't get a chance to meet him for real."  Kelly
grinned.  "Plus he's got a nice butt."  She stepped in and gave Chris a
warm hug, her body lean under the winter clothing.  "Take care of yourself
Squirt.  We'll come into town soon and go out for beers.  The four of us.
Okay?"  She squeezed.

"Yeah, that'd be great."  Chris squeezed back.  "Thanks sis."

Kelly broke the embrace and shrugged.  "Hey, it's what I do.  I'd better
get going."  She jabbed a finger at him.  "Don't flunk out, or I'll kick
your butt, okay?"

He nodded and laughed as he walked her to the door.  "Sure thing.  Drive
safe okay?"

"You know it.  Love you."

"Love you too."  One last hug, and then she was on her way.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

He was in his room half-heartedly reading his PT440 book in bed when he
heard the front door slam.  "Lucy, I'm hoooome!"  Yep, that was Aaron all
right.  A few seconds later there were footsteps on the stairs, and then
there he was: his one and only Tigger, a wide grin plastered on his face.
"So, did you miss me?"

Chris jumped up and grabbed him in a big hug, squeezing.

"Well that's a 'yes.'"  Aaron tossed his duffel on the floor and tipped his
face in for a kiss, and Chris pulled his head in tight as their lips
locked.  It felt so good to be back together, he thought, and slipped his
tongue into Aaron's mouth.

"Mmmm..." the wrestler broke away briefly, but kept his arms tight around
Chris's waist.  "A definite yes.  Aaron like."  He leaned back in to pick
up where they'd left off, kicking the bedroom door shut behind him as he
did.  Chris could feel his cock stiffening in anticipation, and it felt
like Aaron wasn't far behind.  He slid his hands under Aaron's sweater,
enjoying the feel of the well-muscled back flexing under his touch.  Aaron
gave a little grunt when Chris sent one hand dipping down underneath his
belt to the top of his ass; they were both breathing heavier as their
tongues wrestled with growing intensity.

Chris pulled his head away for a minute.  "I got you something," he said
hoarsely.

"Oh yeah?"  Aaron's lips couldn't reach Chris's, but his neck was plenty
close enough, and Chris let out a little moan as Aaron's beard and tongue
stimulated the tender skin there.  God he loved it when Aaron did that.

"Nnnyeah...."  Chris leaned over and reached into the top drawer of his
bureau, suddenly feeling self-conscious as he grabbed what he wanted.  He
was pretty sure he knew Aaron's turn-ons enough that this was a good idea,
but if he was wrong he was going to look like such a loser.

"Here."  He held out a pair of crumpled-up boxers, a little uncertain.  Too
late now....

Aaron wagged his eyebrows, amused.  "Your boxers huh?"  He took them, and
then his eyes widened slightly as he registered how wet and sticky they
were.  "Oh shiiiit...are these the ones from the other night when we?..."
He pressed them to his face and breathed in deep.  "Oh fuck.  Oh fuck
yeah."  His voice was muffled, but there was no mistaking how turned-on he
sounded.  He inhaled deeply again.

Embarrassment avoided, Chris's libido kicked back into high gear.  This
time it was his teeth biting Aaron's earlobe as he whispered.  "And again
after you hung up.  And again in the morning when I woke up.  I couldn't
stop thinking about you."  His hands went to Aaron's belt, working fast to
undo it, and then the jeans.  I'm getting really good at this, part of him
thought, and then the pants were taken care of and he was sinking to his
knees, pulling the underwear down as he went.  His mouth watered in
anticipation.

"Oh God," Aaron breathed, "this is so fucking hot.  I used to...aaahhh!"

Chris had knelt in, and was sliding his mouth onto Aaron's shaft.  The tip
had started to leak, and he savored the sweet flavor of precum as he
swirled his tongue over the head.  He felt the shaft twitch as his lips
slid over it, and more of the juice leaked out; he gave a low growl of
satisfaction and began bobbing up and down.  He made a tunnel with his lips
and tongue, relishing the feel of Aaron's clipped head sliding over it, and
soon he was taking it all in, breathing in deep each time his nose nestled
in Aaron's cropped pubes.  His own cock was straining in his jeans, and he
struggled for a minute to keep up the blow job while unzipping his own fly.
Finally he got it out and started stroking automatically while his focus
returned to his boyfriend.

Aaron put one hand on his head, guiding Chris's mouth as he humped into it;
the other hand was still pressing the soaked boxers into his face.
"Fuuuuck..." he half-breathed, half-groaned, "I used to imagine I was in
the locker room by myself and I'd found some guy's jock he'd beat off
into...."

Chris let the wet shaft slide out of his mouth and looked up.  "Yeah?..."
He took the tip back in his mouth, but kept looking up as he suckled.

"Yeah," Aaron panted, "and he'd walk in while I was huffing it and starting
to jerk off...oh God yeah Chris..."  Chris had lifted his balls with one
hand, and begun gently tonguing them; each time his bathed the smooth skin
Aaron's cock twitched, and a fresh bead of pre-cum was already trickling
off the head.  "Lick my nuts, just like that...mmmm...that's what I imagine
him doing to me."  Aaron put a hand under Chris's chin and lifted his head
up until they locked gazes.  His eyes were heavy with lust, and his face
was flushed.  "A hot, totally ripped jock, going down on my while I smeared
his jizz all over my face."  He wiped the boxers over his mouth.  "So
fucking sexy."

Chris ran the tip of his tongue up the middle of Aaron's ball sack and then
along the base of his shaft until he was at the piss slit, never breaking
eye contact.  "Then what?" he asked, taking Aaron into his mouth again.

Aaron gave a little whimper as Chris's tongue worked over the sensitive
spot at the very tip.  "Then he'd fuck my brains out," he breathed.  His
voice was hoarse.

Chris pulled his mouth away, grabbed Aaron's hips, and spun him around
until he was facing the bed.  He shoved the blond jock forward, then stood
up and pushed him face-down onto the comforter.  The lube was in easy reach
and he rammed two slick fingers into Aaron's smooth hole; there was almost
no resistance.  "Like this?" he growled.  He'd never been this aggressive
before, but seeing Aaron like this was getting him all kinds of fired up,
and the site of that tight ass went right to his dick.  And there was
something crazy hot about Aaron still in his clothes, pants down around his
ankles...like they really were getting it on in a locker room.

"Don't tease me bro, just fucking put it in."  Aaron's voice was muffled by
the bedspread and the boxers he'd kept jammed against his face, but he
sounded desperate.  Chris paused just long enough to smear a quick glob of
lube in his dick, then lined up.  When he his purple head found the smooth
heat of Aaron's hole (already opening up he noticed) he pushed right in,
not stopping until his pubes were grinding into the wrestler's ass.  "Fuck
yes!" Aaron yelped, "Yes!"

Chris shuddered with pleasure as he backed out and then rammed back in; the
shock of the impact sent a jolt into the root of his dick that was going to
make him blow pretty soon.  Aaron gave a muffled yelp of pleasure, and as
Chris withdrew he started humping the bed.  His ass flexed as he did,
squeezing Chris in a way that was guaranteed to wring the juice out of him.

Chris stopped thinking, and just let his body take over.  He was vaguely
aware of the slapping sounds their bodies made as he pounded Aaron's hole,
and the way Aaron's free hand clawed the bedspread each time Chris bottomed
out, but mostly he was thinking about how amazingly good this felt, and how
hot it was watching Aaron get off at the same time.  "Take it," he grunted,
as his hands pressed down on Aaron's back, pinning him to the bed.

"Aaahhh...more!!  Fuckin'--" Aaron was grinding into the bed fast now.
"Nngghh... AAAAHHHHMMMPH!!"  Aaron's ass clamped down as he blew his load,
grinding against the bed and pushing back into Chris to maximize the
pleasure.

"Yeah!  Yeah!  Yeah!"  Chris panted.  He was sooo close!  "Take it!  Take
it!"  And that was it: his cock erupted with pleasure as he coated Aaron's
guts with his seed.  For a moment his vision greyed out as his balls
emptied, and then his orgasm was slowly fading away.  Aaron kept gamely
clenching his ass, milking every bit of pleasure, but finally Chris was
done.  He collapsed on top of Aaron, still breathing heavily.  He'd pull
out in a minute, but for now he just wanted to stay right there.

"Holy crap," Aaron groaned; he was still breathing heavily too.  "You
should go away for the holidays more often."

"You liked that?" Chris nipped one ear, pleased.

Aaron snorted.  "Yeah, you could say that."  He twisted his neck to look up
at Chris.  "You are seriously amazing.  Like, varsity-level fucking
material, right there."

Chris grinned and kissed Aaron's cheek.  "All right then.  Does that mean
you'll clean my bedspread for me?"

"If you fuck me like that again, then hells yeah."

Chris squeezed Aaron tight.  "Deal."

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Final author's note: I don't make a habit of plugging things, but if you've
never listened to Kate Tempest's "The Beigeness," check it out: for me
personally it's the best coming-out song ever, and it definitely influenced
this chapter.  So give it a listen, and let your freak flag fly!