What Happens in Vegas

The hot water beat down on Aaron's back. He sighed as his muscles relaxed under the relieving shower. He and Fred had gone to the gym after work that evening and it had been a while since he'd done that.

He forgot how great it could be though, especially after a day in court. He was stupid to think he could go on vacation then go in to court the week he returned. Work had been extra stressful. Telling his parents, and Fred's, about the two of them had been stressful beyond anything he could have imagined. The evening with Mark last night had been refreshing, even though he knew while he sat watching a favorite horror film with his two closest friends that he should be working on his case.

Court hadn't gone well today and when Fred suggested the gym Aaron almost told him to fuck right off. Fred had been right though; the workout was just what he needed. And now he stood in a hot shower massaging the muscles in his arms and shoulders, letting it relax him. Fred had assured him that by the time he got out he would have something ready for them to eat.

Aaron heard the door of the bathroom open, and Fred walked in. He waited for him to say something, but he was silent. Aaron wiped the water out of his eyes.

"Freddie? What are you doing?" Aaron asked. "Sorry I'm taking so long; I'll be out in a minute." The shower curtain twitched to the side and Fred slid into the shower behind Aaron.

"No rush, baby," he said. Fred's arms wrapped around Aaron's torso, and he pressed his body against his boyfriend's. Aaron melted into Fred's embrace and leaned his head back on his shoulder.

"Hey," he said. Fred smiled and kissed his lips.

"Food's ready. Just sitting in the oven, keeping warm," Fred muttered. He drew his hands over Aaron's chest, down his stomach, to the tops of his thighs. His lips brushed small kisses down his neck and along his shoulder.

Aaron sighed and felt his dick twitch as Fred's hands traveled his body. He brought his arms up to Fred's hair and wound his fingers through it. Fred grumbled hungrily and bit lightly at Aaron's shoulder. He dragged his hand briefly over Aaron's stiffening cock.

"Mmmmm," Aaron moaned, the sound amplified in the acoustics of the bathroom. He lowered his arms and ran them along the sides of Fred's thighs. Fred pressed his hips forward, his granite cock rubbed against Aaron's ass cheeks. Fred brought his hands up to Aaron's shoulders and kneaded at the sore muscles.

"Ahhhh, god, thank you Freddie," Aaron groaned his head falling forward under the streaming water.

"Rough work out huh?" Freddie grumbled, teasingly. Aaron brought his head back up, swiping water from his face again.

"Yeah, it had been a while. I'm out of shape," Aaron admitted.

"Mmm, I wouldn't go that far," Fred said. He worked his hands down Aaron's back, pressing and kneading the muscles. He reached Aaron's ass and began to massage the flesh there as well. Aaron groaned happily and stuck his ass out a bit. Fred ran his hand over the skin and slapped it. Aaron gasped and grinned over his shoulder.

Fred put his mouth to Aaron's back, trailing his tongue down his spine, planting kisses here and there along the way. He lowered himself to his knees until he was face to ass with Aaron. He pulled the cheeks apart and Aaron felt a flush of pleasure.

"Fffuuuck, Freddie," he moaned. He felt the press of Fred's fingers against his hole, and he leaned forward more, bracing his hands against the wall. The water from the shower ran around Fred's fingers and he pushed one forward moving it in and out slowly. Aaron moaned again as Fred slipped a second finger in.

Fred fingered his ass for a while, letting the feelings of arousal grow gradually. Then he pulled his fingers from him, flicked out his tongue and pressed it against Aaron's asshole. Aaron sucked in a breath as Fred drew his tongue in circles around it. He pressed it forward and Aaron moaned again.

"Do you like that baby?" Fred asked huskily.

"Fuck, yes, Freddie. I love that," Aaron whimpered. He reached down and grabbed his cock stroking it up and down as Fred went back to eating his ass. He licked all around the rim, then pressed his tongue inside flicking it in and out quickly.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" Aaron moaned. Fred's mouth watered as he flattened his tongue and licked up his lover's asshole. His own cock throbbed at the new act, and he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

He stood as quickly as he could, careful not to slip, and slid his hot hard cock into Aaron.

"Ugh, oh god, baby," Fred groaned. He whimpered as Aaron's asshole tightened around him. He pumped in and out quickly, his face contorting in ecstasy. Aaron continued to stroke his hard dripping cock as Fred pumped into him. Fred thrust in deep, and Aaron felt a blast of pure bliss explode inside of him.

"OH!" he screamed, the sound echoing off the walls. "OH FUCK!"

Fred gasped in a breath and his balls tightened at the unhinged ecstasy he heard in Aaron's voice and felt in his dick as Aaron's asshole squeezed around him. He pulled back and thrust in again, in exactly the same spot and Aaron cried out again his hands grasping at the wall, wishing it wasn't so solid. His knees had turned to jelly at the feeling of ecstasy that coursed through him, but he managed to stay upright as Fred plowed again and again at that spot.

Fred groaned and reached his hands up to Aaron's shoulders pressing himself hard into Aaron. He pumped in quickly now, the squeezing of Aaron's asshole too much for him to bear. Aaron frantically tugged on his cock as Fred pumped both men groaning.

"Ah! FUCK, baby, FUCK!" Fred pumped hard and deep into him. He moaned as his cock spurted, the feeling of it so overwhelming, especially as Aaron kept moaning and moving against him. His moans became whimpers as Aaron approached his own orgasm, asshole still squeezing tightly.

"Yesss, oh, god! Fuck me, Freddie!" Aaron clenched his teeth, his cock exploding in quick, huge gushes onto the shower floor.

"Oh, oh, fuck, oh, god," Aaron panted, slowly pumping up and down his cock, watching his cum swirl down the drain. Fred whimpered again as he pulled his dick from Aaron.

Aaron stood carefully and turned burrowing into Fred's arms. Fred put his arms limply around Aaron.

"Goddamn," he muttered. "That's two intense workouts today." He took a deep breath in and let it out. He kissed Aaron.

"You ready for dinner, baby?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, I'm fucking starving," Aaron muttered.

~~~~

"So, Mark and Kate's tomorrow," Fred said. Aaron nodded. He sipped at his glass of water.

"Do you think it's going to be weird?" Fred asked. Aaron picked up his fork and scooped the last bite of the casserole Fred had thrown together into his mouth. He chewed while he thought then shook his head.

"I don't think so," Aaron said after he swallowed. "It wasn't weird last night when we watched that movie together. And you and I were sitting on the couch cuddling the whole time."

Fred thought for a second. He hadn't thought they were being too overt but then realized that the farther they got in the movie, the more at ease he and Aaron had become, relaxing into each other.

"Oh shit, you're right," Fred said. Aaron shrugged and smiled.

"Mark didn't seem bothered by it," he said. Fred fiddled with his napkin. His phone buzzed on the counter. Aaron glanced at it and watched Fred's face darken.

"Is she still texting you?" he asked. Fred nodded, tearing his napkin in two pieces.

"Yeah, she's been texting me all day," Fred said quietly. Aaron sighed. Wanda had started texting him last night about halfway through the movie. Aaron hesitated.

"Any... well, anything new?" he asked. Fred shook his head.

"Same shit. All that fire and brimstone, come back to God shit. Telling me I'll burn in hell," Fred sighed, and his eyes shone for a minute.

"What does Paul say?" Aaron asked, trying to steer his mind back to the parent that still loved him, valued him. Fred gave a small smile.

"Keeps telling me to take a vacation," Fred said. "I told him you just started court proceedings and that we just got back from a vacation."

"Well," Aaron said. "We could probably go next month if you want. My case should be wrapped up by then. California could be fun."

"Fucking, hot!" Fred said. "Do you know it was 110 degrees there today?" Aaron shrugged.

"Yeah, but Paul is out in the desert. I hear it's a dry heat," he said. Fred smirked at him.

"You'd fucking melt," Fred said. Aaron smiled in return.

"Yeah, probably," Aaron admitted. Fred's phone buzzed again. He groaned in annoyance and stood up, snatching the phone off the kitchen counter where he'd left it. He returned to the table and scrolled through the texts. His expression darkened even more.

"For fuck's sake," he muttered. Aaron raised his eyebrows.

"What?" he asked. Fred barked out a short laugh.

"She's asking me not to tell anyone. To just wait until I 'get this out of my system.'" Fred scoffed and tossed his phone onto the table. Aaron felt a rush of hot rage at the assumption that he was just something Fred needed to get out of his system. He twisted his napkin in his hands.

"Well," he said. "You know what we could do?" Fred looked puzzled.

"What?" he asked. Aaron smirked and leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table.

"We could tell Madison," Aaron said. Fred smirked along with Aaron.

"Oh, shit. You're a genius, baby," Fred smiled widely and leaned forward kissing Aaron.

"I'll text Kate and ask her to invite her sister," Aaron said, sliding his phone from his pocket.

"Fucking perfect," Fred said.

~~~~

"Are you sure?" Kate hit the send button and received a message back from Aaron almost immediately.

"Definitely sure. Invite her, we'll tell her at dinner if that's OK with you." He had put in a little smiley emoji. Kate shrugged and confirmed she would invite Madison.

"Hey Mark!" Kate called up the stairs.

"What?" He yelled back down. She could hear the slight annoyance in his voice. He was working out in the gym upstairs and hated to be interrupted. But she figured he'd want to hear about this right away.

"I'm going to invite Madison tomorrow. Aaron asked me to," she shouted. There was a thump, a curse and then Mark was halfway down the stairs, sweating and red-faced.

"What? What did you say?" he asked quickly.

"Aaron asked me to invite Madison to dinner tomorrow," Kate said. Mark looked confused.

"Why?"

"He didn't say. Just said to invite her and that they were going to tell her about him and Fred if we didn't mind. I said we didn't." Kate shrugged. Mark hesitated thinking for a moment. Then his face broke out in a grin.

"I think I know what's happening," he declared. Kate widened her eyes and waved a hand towards him to continue.

"Fred's fucking mother started texting him last night, the most horrid shit. I bet they just want everyone to know, and the best way to do that is to tell Madison," Mark said.

Kate crossed her arms and tried to be outraged for her sister. It was difficult because Madison was a horrible gossip. She couldn't seem to keep anything to herself and the fact that she worked in a hair salon meant she talked to most people about...well anything and everything.

"You think they want her to spread the word?" Kate asked.

"I do," Mark said. "Maybe Wanda is getting too unbearable and they're hoping this will shut her up. I bet there will be plenty of people on Fred and Aaron's side." Kate's face darkened.

"I get the optimism. I know there will be people who support them. But you need to remember there's still a lot of prejudice out there. We don't tell people about my own witchy tendencies for a reason," Kate cautioned.

"I know, but this..." Mark was going to say it was different, but Kate raised her eyebrows.

"Hon, if there's anything the church people around here hate more than a witch, it's a couple of hot gay boys," Kate said. Mark ran a hand through his hair.

"Fuck, you're right," he said.

"I think it's OK to be optimistic. Just... know that there's going to be assholes too. We have to remind them that's not all there is," she said.

"Is Madison going to be chill about this," Mark asked abruptly.

He felt a sudden desire to protect his friends. They had been chatting all week on their group message thread and it had been so stressful for them. He didn't want another Wanda like incident for them to deal with. From what Aaron had confided to him last night it seemed Fred was in a bit of a fragile place.

"Chill? No, she's going to be unbearable. But will she be kind, and supportive? Absolutely she will be," Kate said with certainty.

"How can you be so sure? Isn't she still," Mark tilted his hand back and forth, "sort of churchy?"

"Hon, she accepts me as I am. And she hardly goes to church ever anymore. In fact, I think she's become a little disillusioned with the institution. She's more of an Easter and Christmas Christian these days." Mark still looked skeptical.

"If she shows one bit of bigotry or says anything shitty to my friends, I will kick her ass out of here," Mark said with fire in his dark brown eyes.

"Damn Mark," Kate breathed.

"I'm fucking serious," he said.

"I know," Kate said flushing. "I'm gonna need you to get upstairs and take off your pants." She said making her way up the stairs.

~~~~

"Have you told your family Mark?" Aaron asked as he helped Kate set the table.

He and Fred had arrived early on Saturday evening hoping to beat Madison to the house. It was always a gamble since she sometimes decided to spend the whole day at Kate and Mark's place some weekends. But Kate had assured them she had a closing shift at the salon that day so she most definitely wouldn't be there before 6pm.

Fred and Aaron had rolled in around 5pm to see Kate and chill a little bit before the hurricane of a person that was Madison arrived.

"I did," Mark said, from his spot at the stove stirring a sauce he'd made. Fred sat at the kitchen island nursing a beer.

"But only after you gave me the go ahead. They were surprised." Mark swiped a finger across the spoon he'd used to stir the sauce and tasted it.

"I think that's the most typical reaction so far," Fred said.

Aaron glanced up at his tone. He had insisted on coming tonight, but still seemed so emotionally spent. Aaron finished his task and went to sit next to Fred at the island, brushing a hand down his back.

"You good?" Aaron asked very quietly. Fred nodded and rested his head on Aaron's shoulder for a second. Aaron kissed his head, then picked up his own beer and took a sip.

Mark had told Kate how Fred and Aaron were together but seeing it was something else. There was a warmth and a comfort that was palpable when they were together. Neither Mark nor Kate had ever seen them like this with anyone.

Aaron's relationships had always been boring and forced, while Fred's were all wildfire that burnt out quickly. But Fred and Aaron together was totally new. Even in the sparse forty minutes Kate could clearly see the way they picked up slack for each other so easily, nothing one sided, each recognizing the needs of the other and easily meeting them.

The doorbell pulled Kate out of her contemplation of her two friends she had held dear all these years.

"Well," she said. "Are you two ready for this?" Fred dragged a hand through his hair and Aaron sat up a little straighter. They kissed lightly on the lips before inching apart a bit.

"Yeah, bring on the hurricane," Fred said. Kate watched as his demeanor changed and he put up the old mask of masculinity.

Mark turned off the stove, giving the sauce one more stir. The front door opened, and Madison gave a squeal and hugged Kate. Kate laughed and asked how work was, and Madison was off describing every client, every piece of information she'd been given while she worked on people's hair. Mark's head dropped back, and he stared at the ceiling for a second.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered. "So much information." Fred chuckled. Aaron studied his face for a moment. There was a lightness in his chuckle and in his eyes, he hadn't seen in a couple days. Fred caught his eye, grinned at him and winked. Aaron flushed and turned as Madison walked into the room.

"Oh my GOD! Fred. Aaron. It's been too long! I feel like I haven't seen you guys in so long. Oh my god, come here!" she pulled Aaron into a tight hug. Madison was a horrible gossip and could be a lot, but she never failed to make people feel so good, so loved. She had a natural warmth that oozed out of her even when she was in a bad mood.

"Fred," she said, putting her hands on her hips after Aaron released her from their hug. "Get in here!"

She embraced Fred too and he felt a warmth seep through his heart. This was going to be a good night. He knew it. It wasn't going to be like his mom. Mark had told them what he would do if Madison was shitty about it. But Fred was certain she wouldn't be.

"Oh my GOD you guys! It's been so long since we've all been together. I see these two," she gestured to Kate and Mark quickly, "all the time, but I never see you. Why don't you come to me to get your hair cut?" Fred chuckled.

"Maybe we should," he said.

"Absolutely!" Madison said. "Whatcha making Marky?" He rolled his eyes and Madison grinned evilly.

"He fucking hates that nickname," she said.

"I really do Mads. I'm making pasta with my mom's sauce recipe," Mark said.

"I love that sauce recipe. I wish you would give it to me," Madison said. Kate came up behind Mark and hugged him.

"Fran would kill him. He won't even tell me what's in it," Kate pouted.

"He's had it memorized since he was a kid," Aaron offered.

"How's your case going Aaron?" Madison asked.

The group talked about work and life in general while Mark finished up with the famous sauce and mixed in the pasta. The conversation flowed naturally with everyone interrupting Madison regularly since she had so much to say. In a few minutes they were all seated at the table, passing around food, filling each other's wine glasses, and tossing jokes around. Once everyone started eating the table quieted.

"God, this sauce," Madison said into a lull in conversation. "OH! How was Vegas you guys? Did you hit the Jackpot!?"

"Well, I did," Fred said. Aaron looked up at him and elbowed him playfully. Madison looked confused for a minute.

"Wait, you did? How much did you win?" she asked. Fred laughed.

"Sorry, it was a joke," he said. "Aaron and I have something to tell you." He glanced at Aaron who smiled at him and waved a hand forward.

"Go ahead," he said around a mouthful of pasta. Fred wiped his mouth as Madison looked back and forth between Fred and Aaron.

"The whole thing?" Fred asked. Aaron shrugged and nodded.

"What is it?" Madison asked. She was so confused, and so anxious to know what was going on Fred had to hold back a laugh.

"So, Mads, Aaron is gay," Fred started.

"Oh. OK," she shrugged. She put a hand on her hip, which didn't look as authoritative since she was sitting down. "Why do you get to share that, Fred? Shouldn't Aaron be the one to tell people." Aaron put a hand to his chest and swallowed his food.

"That's sweet Mads, thanks," he said. She nodded and picked up her wine glass.

"Yeah, super sweet," Fred said. "I'm telling you because heh, well. We hooked up in Vegas. Aaron is my boyfriend." Madison paused and looked between the two of them again, sipping her wine.

"So, you're gay too Fred?" Madison asked. Fred flushed. That was still something he was working out himself.

"Honestly, I don't know. I do know that Aaron is fucking fantastic, so," he shrugged and waited to see what Madison would say. She paused, watching them both, then a huge smile broke out on her face.

"You know, I thought there was something different about you guys," she said.