The shrill scream of Fred's alarm scared Aaron so thoroughly he thought he'd have to be scraped off the ceiling. Fred rolled over towards the bedside table and grabbed his phone silencing it. Aaron reached for the opposite table where his phone sat charging and looked at the time.
"Jesus fuck, Fred. It's 5 in the morning," Aaron grumbled. He didn't need to leave Fred's place until 7am today. He didn't know why Fred had insisted on getting up so early.
"Are you always this much of an early bird?"
"No," Fred muttered. He had rolled back towards Aaron and was insinuating himself into Aaron's personal space.
"I'm only an early bird when there's an insanely hot person in my bed, who deserves a good fucking to start the day."
Fred, eyes still closed, nuzzled into Aaron's neck and began to kiss him. He ran his tongue up to Aaron's ear and nipped at the lobe. Flinging an arm and a leg over Aaron, he pressed his semi erect dick against his hip.
Aaron lay still, reveling in the light caresses of Fred's fingertips, allowing him to run his hand over the hair of his chest, rubbing one thumb over a nipple causing it to pucker and harden. Aaron sighed out a low hum as Fred continued to kiss his neck and rhythmically rub his growing erection against him. His own cock began to stiffen as Fred's mouth finally made its way to his lips.
Aaron opened his lips giving Fred's tongue entry. Fred moaned into his mouth as their tongues wrapped around each other. Aaron's breathing hitched as Fred brought his hand to the rising bulge in his boxer shorts. He rubbed over the bump and Aaron bucked his hips a little as his cock grew.
Fred propped himself up and moved his body on top of Aaron's. Like the night before, just before dinner had arrived, he rubbed his cock against Aaron's and groaned at the feeling of the two members pressed together. The heat and the hardness of it sent a rush of pleasure through both men.
Aaron hooked his fingers into the waistband of Fred's boxers and shoved them down. He removed his own as Fred took his boxers off completely and they both tossed the garments aside. Fred lowered himself on top of Aaron again kissing him urgently and groaning deep in his throat. Aaron returned the groan as his cock started to drip with anticipation, running his hands up and down Fred's back, over his ass cheeks squeezing, needing to feel every inch of his skin.
Fred rose to his knees and leaned forward towards the bedside table to pull out a tube of lube. He squirted a generous amount into his hand and rubbed it over his cock shuddering at the sensation. He hissed out a slow breath as he applied the slick liquid.
"Fuck," he muttered. His cock was so hard and hot in his hand. He stared down at Aaron who was stroking his own dick slowly and watching Fred. Aaron's thumb ran over the purpling tip of his cock, and he sucked in a quick breath stroking up and down the length. His tongue ran over his lips.
"You're so hot," Aaron grumbled breathlessly.
Fred smirked and put his lubed hand just under Aaron's ball sack. He gasped as Fred ran a finger down to his asshole and slowly eased it in. Aaron moaned and tipped his hips up, giving Fred easier access.
Fred's cock shone with lube and dripped as he watched Aaron's face contort with pleasure as he moved one finger, then two in and out of him slowly.
"Ah, ah, Fred," he groaned. Aaron's cock was dripping generously creating a puddle on his abdomen.
"Fuck me, Freddie, please," Aaron begged, his breath coming in quick pants, his face flushed. Fred grinned at the nickname. He hadn't allowed anyone to call him Freddie ever, but somehow it sounded right coming from Aaron's mouth.
"Yes, baby," Fred muttered. He eased his cock forward and pressed it against Aaron's tight little hole. Fred grunted as he thrust in slowly. Aaron moaned and whimpered, pleasure flowing throughout his body. He panted, open mouthed, as Fred began to pump in and out of him.
"Ah, Aaron, fuck baby," Fred groaned. He began to pump faster, and Aaron gripped his ass cheeks urging him into more speed. Aaron's cock dripped more copiously now and twitched with every thrust of Fred's massive dick.
"Ah, Freddie, AH," Aaron cried.
His cock burst onto his stomach, lines of passion reaching well past his belly button as he spurted twice more. Fred groaned watching this display. He could feel Aaron's hole tighten around his cock as he came, and he groaned at the clenching pleasure of it. His balls tightened as he pumped in and out with growing urgency, slapping against Aaron's. He thrust hard with a roar and buried his cock deep into Aaron feeling his own massive explosion begin to rock through him.
He froze in place holding himself still as his cock spurted. His hands pulled the sheets into his fists on either side of Aaron's shoulders. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes closed as bursts of hot desire blasted through him. Finally, he relaxed and gasped as his orgasm washed through him and began to subside.
"Oh!" Fred gasped again as his cock burst out one last stream. "Oh, fuck, oh my god."
Groaning he thrust in twice more, panting, his cock twitching with the sensations.
He leaned down and kissed Aaron deeply, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Aaron still panted but welcomed the kiss. With a grimace of excruciating sensitivity Fred pulled his cock from Aaron. He shuddered as the tip emerged and dripped. He collapsed next to Aaron on the bed.
The two men lay still for a moment catching their breath. Fred closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Eventually, Aaron broke the silence.
"Sorry I called you Freddie," he said. "I know you don't like it." Fred huffed out a laugh.
"It's alright. For some reason I like it coming from you," he admitted. "Especially when you say, 'Fuck me, Freddie'. So, fucking hot." He put a hand on Aaron's thigh, trailing his fingertips through the hair. Aaron smiled.
"Can I call you that other times too?" Aaron asked. Fred smiled.
"Sure, baby," Fred paused. "I keep calling you baby." Aaron smiled.
"You do," he said. "Maybe let's keep that one private for now." The intimacy contained in the nickname given to him by Fred seemed too dear to utter in front of anyone else for now. Fred rolled to his side gathering Aaron up into his arms.
"Careful, I don't want to spill." Aaron gestured to his stomach bearing the leavings of their passions.
Fred leaned over Aaron, who planted a kiss on his chest, and grabbed him a tissue from the box on the bedside table.
"Here, baby." Fred gave Aaron the tissue and kissed his temple. Aaron smiled and wiped at his stomach.
"You know," Fred said. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my entire life."
"Well, glad to be of service," Aaron said smiling. He tossed the tissue on the bedside table and rolled to his side to cuddle up with Fred.
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"I called my parents and they're free tonight," Aaron reported over a mug of coffee as Fred emerged from his bedroom.
He smelled fresh and clean, and his dark blond hair was combed into its usual tidy side part. Aaron felt grubby in his clothes from yesterday, his own dark hair starting to show signs of needing a wash.
"Great," Fred said. He pulled on a sport jacket and grabbed the briefcase he kept by the door. He popped it open for a moment and glanced at the files and papers there. After clicking it closed, he walked toward where Aaron stood in the kitchen.
Fred poured himself a cup of coffee as well, then stood in front of Aaron, and pressed himself against him. He grinned and planted a kiss on Aaron's lips. Then he slid to Aaron's side and leaned against the counter sipping at the coffee.
"You seem to be in a good mood this morning," Aaron said. Fred grinned again; his blue eyes glittered with mischief.
"Good sex will do that to me," Fred said planting another kiss on Aaron's cheek. "So, you were saying about your parents."
Aaron nodded and stared down into his coffee. His stomach turned as he thought about having to tell his parents. He thought they would be OK, but his anxiety still made it difficult.
"We can go over to theirs for dinner tonight. They said 5," Aaron said. Fred pulled his cell phone from his pocket and looked at his work calendar.
"Fuck, I have a meeting at 4pm. I think the earliest I can get there is 6," Fred said. Aaron's stomach turned again, and he took another sip of coffee trying to dull the feeling.
"Oh," he muttered. "OK, well I guess I can go, and you can meet me there." Fred looked up at Aaron, still staring down into his coffee. He put his mug down on the counter.
"Hey." Fred brushed the back of his hand down one of Aaron's arms. "What's up?"
Aaron shrugged. Fred sighed and draped on arm over his shoulders pulling him into a hug. Aaron put down his own mug and turned to Fred, wrapping his arms around his torso.
"I'm so fucking nervous," Aaron said into Fred's chest. Fred tightened his arms around Aaron.
"I know baby. We'll do it together. Let me see if I can move that meeting or skip it. It could probably be an email anyway," Fred said. Aaron snorted a laugh.
"I can just meet you there," Aaron said again half-heartedly. Fred put his hands on Aaron's shoulders and pushed him back a little. Aaron stared at a button on Fred's shirt.
"Aaron," Fred said. Aaron finally looked up into Fred's eyes. "I'm going with you, we're going together. We're not doing this alone. Telling Mark on my own was... it was too hard and not fair to either of us. I'm not putting you through that." Aaron dropped his gaze again.
"What is it?" Fred pushed.
"I'm sorry I put you through that," Aaron said. His voice cracked.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Fred asked.
"You had to do that whole thing with Mark. And I told you to, I told you to just tell him. I knew it should be us both, but I told you to just tell him," Aaron blurted.
"Aaron. Stop. It wasn't your fault, OK?" Fred said. Aaron snorted again and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Listen, you didn't make me do that. It was a... shitty weird situation. Had we all taken a moment to think about it, we might have found a better solution, but we didn't. It doesn't help to stand around blaming yourself, or Mark."
"But you had such a hard day yesterday and if I hadn't been such a coward..." Aaron started again. He brought his hazel eyes up to Fred's and they blazed with anger at himself.
