The subdivision through which he was driving was one of the newer ones in the city. The streets, curving with apparent casualness but actually carefully laid out, were wide and had new, bright white sidewalks. The homes that lined them were varied in design and imposing, with wide, carefully manicured front lawns. The overall impression was one of comfortable wealth, definitely one notch above his income level.
After a while Aaron began to check the names of the cross streets closely, eventually finding the one he was looking for and swinging his car into it. It was narrower than the avenue he had been on and he drove more slowly, noting the numbers painted on the curb. Finally he saw the one he had been looking for and pulled into a wide concrete driveway. His heartbeat quickened a little at the sight of the battered white pickup truck already parked there. He'd come to the right place.
He got out of the car, wincing a bit at the June heat outside, and opened the rear driver side door to get the blanket lying on the back seat. Just as he locked the car and turned with it in his arms the front door of the house opened. Aaron's heart leaped with joy as he recognized Mark, though his buddy's face was half obscured by a white cloth mask.
Mark was waving vigorously at him. "You made it," he called. "Come on in."
Aaron hurried toward him, fairly bounding up the shallow steps of the front stoop. Mark stretched out an arm and ushered him into the cool interior, quickly closing the door behind them.
It wasn't until they were safely in the house and out of view that they both uncovered their faces. Aaron dropped the blanket he was holding onto the bare hardwood floor and clasped Mark in his arms. They held their embrace for a long time, drinking in the warmth, the scent, and the reality of each other.
"Fuck, it's good to see you," Aaron said into Mark's ear.
"Back at you," Mark replied, drawing back and putting his hands on both sides of Aaron's face. He smiled into his friend's eyes. "I wasn't sure this was ever going to happen."
Aaron nodded. "But we're here." He pressed his lips against Mark's and felt his friend's mouth open. A moment later they were passionately kissing, their lips and tongues sliding over one another, tangling together, parting and going back for more. Finally they separated, both flushed and out of breath.
"Not exactly social distancing," Mark said. He playfully patted the short, stiff spikes on Aaron's head. "Great haircut."
"COVID special," Aaron said, cradling Mark's head against his broad chest and tangling his fingers in his friend's unruly hair, dark with hints of silver here and there.
"How much time do you have?"
Aaron sighed. "Not a whole lot. Maybe forty-five minutes. I told Elaine I was going in to the office, so I should, at least for a little while."
"Then let's go upstairs." Mark draped his arm around Aaron's shoulder. He picked up the blanket and they turned toward the staircase that led to the second story.
As they walked up the stairs Aaron looked upward, craning his neck to view the vaulted ceiling of the foyer. "Some house," he said. "No chance of the owners coming back, eh?"
"They're in California," Mark replied. "They thought they were escaping, but I think it's kind of a frying pan into the fire thing, the way things are going." In answer to Aaron's unspoken question he added, "They've been gone for at least a week. As far as I know they were fine when they left. So I think we're safe. Nothing much here for a virus to stick to, anyway."
The foyer they had just left and the rest of the house were bare of furnishings and decoration. The remodeling project Mark had taken on had been stalled for months. The owners had finally given up waiting and decamped to their second home on the West Coast a few days before.
"I see why you asked for the blanket," Aaron said, as they reached the landing. He squeezed one of Mark's butt cheeks playfully. "As hot as I am for you right now, I don't want to do it on a hardwood floor."
Mark grinned. "Just wait." He opened one of the doors on the upstairs hallway, gesturing at the inside. "Check this out."
They stepped inside. Aaron's eyes widened. "What the hell...?"
Everywhere they had been so far had been laid with wooden flooring, but here an expanse of snowy white met their eyes.
"I can't even remember the last time I saw a faux fur carpet. And that..."
Aaron pointed to the tall oblong mirror affixed to one of the otherwise blank walls.
"Teen daughter's bedroom," Mark said behind him. "The job was supposed to be a top to bottom remodel, but she refused to give up the carpet and mirror. Wouldn't hear of it, her parents told me. So right now it's the only room in the house with anything in it. The blanket will add a little more padding. Thanks for bringing it."
Aaron turned and took him in his arms again. "Even better, no cum stains on the rug."
Mark smiled as he began to unbutton Aaron's shirt. Aaron quickly followed his lead. His breathing came faster as Mark's lean, hairy chest came into view. He had always enjoyed how different his lover's body looked and felt from his own burly, mostly smooth form. As he let his shorts fall to the carpet and stepped out of them Mark's hands slid under the waistband of his underwear. They groped and kissed each other, reluctant to let go even long enough to rid themselves of the last of their clothes.
Finally they both stood naked, smiling into each other's eyes, letting their gazes drop to their hard cocks. Mark was the first to kneel and take Aaron's organ into his mouth. Aaron gasped, turning his face upward.
"Oh man, how long has it been?" he asked. "Damn, I've missed you."
"Mm hmm," Mark replied, keeping his mouth filled, sliding back and forth on Aaron's straight, hard shaft. After a while Aaron pulled him to his feet, just long enough to spread the blanket out on the rug. They fell onto it in a tangle of arms and legs, hands clutching at each other's hair, cocks pressing together and sliding over each other, lubricating their stomachs with their precum.
After another long kiss they rested momentarily on their sides. Aaron looked into Mark's clear blue eyes with wonder. "You're a miracle."
Mark shook his head, chuckling. "You're sweet. Me getting to suck your cock is a miracle too." He flipped his rangy body around so that his crotch was in front of Aaron's face. Aaron grasped Mark's narrow hips and took his penis into his mouth, smaller than his own but even harder. His hand slipped into the crevice between Mark's ass cheeks. He found the opening and pushed one finger into the smooth hot tightness inside, drawing a moan from his partner.
"Oh yeah," Mark said. "I'm not leaving here without that cock up my ass."
"You got any stuff?" Aaron asked, "I can get you primed, but..." He pushed his head into Mark's ass crack, his tongue flicking into and wetting the twitching hole. Mark's hand found and clutched Aaron's head. For moments the only sounds in the room were his soft groans, punctuated by the smacking and slurping of Aaron's lips and tongue as they worked to loosen and relax Mark's hole. Finally Aaron withdrew and turned his body so that he and his lover were face to face once again. Without hesitation Mark drew him into another open-mouth kiss. When they broke apart Aaron laughed softly. "Nasty boy," he said.
"You love it. And in answer to your question," Mark replied, "I came prepared."
He extricated himself from Aaron's arms, stood and walked toward the door. Mark squatted and picked up a small canvas bag with a strap that had been lying on the rug. He fished a small plastic bottle out and came back to where Aaron was lying on the blanket.
"I've got condoms too if you want them," Mark said, as he squeezed out lube and applied it to Aaron's erection.
Aaron shook his head. "Is that okay?"
Mark smiled. "We've already broken the rules. I'm fine if you are." He reached around behind himself, then rocked onto his back, raising his legs. "I am so ready for this."
"You're telling me." The sight of Mark's hairy, glistening hole drove Aaron mad. He leaned forward, grabbing his ankles and spreading his lover's legs as far apart as he could before hooking each calf over a broad shoulder. With one hand he guided his cock beneath Mark's balls until he felt the softness of his asshole. "Ready?"
Mark nodded, his eyes shining. Aaron kept his gaze locked on his face as he slowly began to push his hips forward. He felt resistance, then a slow yielding. Finally the ridge at the bottom of his cock head slid past the tight ring of muscle and his shaft was surrounded by the squeezing smoothness and warmth of Mark's insides. Mark gasped and let his head fall back onto the blanket.
"You okay?" Aaron asked. His partner nodded, his smile a bit tight. Aaron held still, enjoying the moment but knowing that Mark needed time to adjust to the invasion. After long moments he pushed further in, tilting his hips forward until he felt his balls pressing against Mark's tensed cheeks. He smiled down at Mark.
"You got it all, baby. How's it feel?"
Mark was no longer smiling. His eyes shone with emotion. "How do you do this to me?"
"I could say the same about you, buddy." Aaron's gaze shifted past Mark's flaccidly swinging cock and balls to the point where they were joined, the rigid pole of flesh roped with veins emerging from the shadowy crevice underneath. He pulled out slowly, the hairs surrounding Mark's hole sticking to his shaft, until the thicker purplish head began to come into view. Just as his lover's sphincter tightened to expel him Aaron plunged back in, burying his full length inside Mark with a slap as he hit bottom, drawing a yell of mixed pain and joy.
"Oh fuck!"
Aaron snickered. "You like that?" He withdrew and thrust in again without waiting for an answer, leaning forward until his face was over Mark's as he settled into a steady rhythm, fucking without brutality, without mercy. Mark said nothing, but his unfocused eyes and slack jaw told Aaron all he needed to know. He pushed a hand under his lover's head and drew him in for a kiss, completing the circle of their union and sending a fresh jolt of passion through them.
When they broke apart Aaron cast a glance over his shoulder and saw them both reflected in the mirror across the room. They were two naked, tanned masculine bodies on a dark square, floating on a sea of white, one hairy, one smooth. His dimpled cheeks clenched and unclenched as he delivered cock to the target between Mark's legs. The soles of Mark's bare feet jerked and waved in the air, a ridiculous yet hot sight.
"We look pretty good," he said to Mark.
Mark looked toward the mirror, then smiled into Aaron's eyes. "I want to remember every minute of this."
