Chapter 13

Aaron heard the garage door rumbling. He sat up on the sofa and checked the time. It was before eight. He jumped off the couch and shut the radio, then headed to the connecting door to the garage and opened it.

He saw Garrett holding his suit jacket over his arm, his tie loose, hanging around his neck. Aaron sighed with relief.

Garrett met him at the open door. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Aaron kissed his cheek and backed up to allow Garrett inside. He closed the door and followed the quiet man.

Garrett threw his suit jacket on the bed and took off his shoes, then proceeded to undress.

Aaron picked up the jacket to hang in the closet, waiting for the trousers.

When Garrett tossed a small plastic bag and a blue poker chip on the bed, Aaron paused to look at it.

“Recognize anything?” Garrett was down to his briefs quickly.

Aaron said, “The chip. The blue chip.”

“Yeah. I thought you might.”

Aaron entered the closet and hung up the business suit, and the tie, then returned to see what the other thing in the baggie was. Two metal chunks.

“What’s this?” He held the bag up as Garrett washed his face.

“The two slugs they removed from your head.”

Aaron dropped the bag onto the bed and winced.

Garrett dried his face and emerged from the bathroom. “The director conveniently confiscated them from the local police evidence room, and…” Garrett opened his nightstand drawer and removed something, tossing it on the bed too. A plastic bag with a poker chip, cut into two, like puzzle pieces. The same chip.

Aaron, of course, recognized it immediately as the chip he used to identify Henderson.

“What happens now?” Aaron asked.

“I have enough for a court order. There’s something in that man’s game room that I want, but I won’t be able to break in to get it.”

Garrett sat on his bed to compare the two chips. They were identical.

Aaron sat next to him. “Was it awful or a good dinner?”

“Awful.”

“Did they try to poison you or anything?”

“No. The director wants me to be his loyal errand boy.” Garrett set the three items on his nightstand. “He’s got two secret servicemen employed as servants. Pays them a mint.” Garrett pulled Aaron down on the bed with him. “And they claim their salary is from taxpayer money. Sick, huh?”

“Jesus. What can’t these men of power do?”

“I’ll tell you what. They can’t get away with murder.” Garrett initiated the foreplay, which was a nice change.

Aaron took off his clothing and the two of them snuggled on the bed. Garrett kissed him and rolled on top of him. Aaron was so glad this man was in his life, and in his arms.

~

Garrett wanted to tell Aaron he was going to take him to meet with Sandra Ginsberg on Tuesday, but first, he wanted to make love to him.

Aaron was the key.

The star witness. The man that was going to put the director behind bars. He just didn’t know it yet.

Garrett knew Aaron enough to realize how petrified he was already, so he kept his cards close to his chest… for now.

But soon, Aaron was going to become the prime witness for a trial if the director and his group of corrupt senators didn’t confess or turn on each other.

That’s what those rats did. They squealed to save their own skins. Made deals with the DA and prosecutors so they wouldn’t see a day in jail. It was a game of who flipped first.

Shaking out of those distracting thoughts, Garrett urged Aaron to his back and did a pushup over him to admire him. He gazed down Aaron’s shaven chest to his erect cock, dark pubic hair, and then his slender legs. The blond hair on his head was adorable. He never imagined being into blonds, but he’d been wrong before.

He rested his body weight on top of Aaron and had to admit he liked him. Liked him a whole lot.

Aaron had shown him that he wasn’t a robotic machine, that he could enjoy a relationship. This young man also taught him that the life he’d chosen to live, as a professional hitman or ‘cleaner’ made it easier for criminals to hide their deeds.

He had assumed previously his work enhanced national security, helped the country he swore to protect. But after this last mission?

He questioned his role as a pawn for the rich and powerful for the first time, saw the truth that maybe he had been afraid to see before.

Aaron had opened his eyes.

~

While Garrett’s heavy weight pressed him against the mattress, Aaron stared into his blue eyes. Oh yes. Something had changed. The once emotionless gaze, the lifeless glare, had morphed into compassion.

Could it be that Garrett was falling in love with him? Aaron was afraid to hope for that. Because he wanted it most in the world.

As Garrett caressed his face before their lovemaking commenced, he whispered, “I don’t think we need a condom any longer.”

Aaron’s heart skipped a beat because that meant trust, loyalty, and honesty. True blue. Yes. That’s what they were to each other now. With his eyes burning with tears of joy, Aaron cupped the back of Garrett’s head and urged him to his mouth.

They kissed and the sense of love and belonging to this man overwhelmed him. Garrett’s touch had changed to a lover’s caress, his kiss had grown into a passionate connection, and their bodies were perfectly in tune.

Garrett used his knees to spread Aaron’s legs and Aaron drew them back and opened wide. Both of their cocks were blushing crimson and veins showed through the thin skin.

Using lube, and no condom, Garrett made his dick slick and pushed a gel-loaded finger inside Aaron, making him swoon.

Garrett wiped the residue on his own thigh and then aimed his cock between Aaron’s legs.

Without the condom, they were united more closely than ever before. Nothing was between them any longer.

~

This was the first time in his life that Garrett did not use protection. The sensations became acute and the intensity higher than he’d ever imagined. As he slid gently into Aaron’s body, Garrett moaned with pure pleasure. He and Aaron kept eye contact as their bodies rocked. Aaron’s respirations grew heightened, and he ran his hands over Garrett’s biceps and shoulders as he thrust up from below.

“Oh, my God.” Aaron blinked and without touching himself, he came, shooting creamy strings of cum all over his own chest. “Oh, my God!” Aaron closed his eyes and his grip tightened on Garrett’s arms.

Garrett pumped harder into Aaron and the sweat began to run down his temples and chest. The climax was so powerful, it rocked Garrett’s very soul. He gasped and the sensation of throbbing, of pumping his cum into Aaron fulfilled a deep longing inside of him. His body tensed, his ass tightened, and his arms trembled as he braced himself.

They panted loudly and tried to catch their breath. Garrett pulled out and sat on his heels, savoring the pleasure waves that had raced over his body.

“I love you,” Aaron said, “I love you so much.”

Garrett felt a catch form in his throat. Did he want to say it? Did he?

He smiled, slid off the bed, and held out his hand. “Let’s wash.”

Aaron smiled brightly and clasped his hand, getting hauled off the bed. While Garrett washed himself over the sink, Aaron sat on the toilet to rid the cum, then he too, rinsed off, using a washcloth.

They dropped naked on the bed under the spinning ceiling fan and held hands, then glanced at each other as if they had committed the perfect crime.

Aaron shook Garrett’s arm playfully. “Admit it. You like me.”

“I admit it. I like you.” Garrett chuckled.

Aaron rolled to his side, propping his head up on a pillow. “When this is over, can we be boyfriends?”

The smile fell from Garrett’s lips. When this is over .

Garrett hadn’t told Aaron what was going on behind the scenes, and they had a big hurdle to leap before Garrett could use the word, ‘over’ and feel safe in a gay relationship.

~

Aaron sensed he’d said too much. He snuggled against Garrett’s shoulder and didn’t utter another word. Be happy with what you have because the future isn’t a promise.

Closing his eyes, Aaron felt safe with Garrett beside him because he knew as long as this man was near him, no harm would come to him. And in Aaron’s mind, that meant love. There was no need for words.

No need at all.

~

Deep in the night, Garrett slipped into a dream.

He stood on the shores of a vast ocean. The waves cooled his warm feet. A breeze wafted through his hair and over his hot skin. Out in the distance humpback whales breeched against the horizon breaking the solid line, and the sounds of exotic birds filled the air.

As he became hypnotized by the crashing waves and the rhythmic sound of the calming ocean, Garrett knew he’d finally made it. Made it home.

Arrived in paradise. Succeeded.

A man stood beside him. When Garrett turned to look at him, all he saw was his smile. A sensation of love washed over him.

Gone were the nightmarish dreams of combat and battle.

Finished was the rush of adrenaline that used to course through his veins.

This was an end of his life as a servant of the government, and a beginning of one that was devoted to himself, his happiness, and the man that had brought him to this amazing place.

Garrett woke in the night and listened to the sound of silence. The cul-de-sac was at peace anticipating the coming weekend when fireworks and sparklers filled the sky.

He rolled over to find Aaron asleep beside him in his big, soft bed.

Without even a whisper, Garrett said, ‘I love you too.’ And maybe, maybe soon, he’d say it out loud.

~

Before dawn, Aaron woke. He checked the time on the digital clock, and it read four a.m. Today was the Sunday of a holiday weekend.

He hadn’t discussed plans with Garrett.

It felt odd to do that since they weren’t officially dating.

As far as he recalled, Aaron didn’t think Garrett had mentioned anything he had to do today.

Would they stay in? Would Garrett head to his office? Work on the computer?

Aaron wished he had a crystal ball. He wanted to know the future. Maybe not the distant future, but as far as next week would be nice.

A hunch formed in Aaron that Garrett was working in league with someone behind the scenes to expose or even file charges against the men who tried to use him as a scapegoat. A patsy for a cold-blooded murder.

Aaron stared at the ceiling fan as it spun, feeling the cool gusts against his face.

Thoughts of how he’d lived his life floated through his mind’s eye. He glanced at Garrett as he slept soundly. He wondered if the man remembered his dreams.

Aaron didn’t. Not usually, unless they were nightmares. Those tended to stick with him.

When he looked again at Garrett, his eyes were open, and he was looking at him. Aaron rolled over and pressed his cheek on the pillow as they stared at each other in the coming dawn’s light.

Aaron caressed Garrett’s rounded shoulder, exposed from the sheet. A look of passion came to Garrett’s handsome face, and he moved closer, the press of an erection was felt on Aaron’s leg.

Without another thought, Aaron slid lower on the bed and took Garrett’s cock into his mouth. A low moan preceded Garrett dropping to his back.

Aaron crept over one of Garrett’s muscular thighs and drew as much of his cock into his mouth as he could.

Relaxed, in no hurry, Aaron sucked this man’s cock. Garrett ran his hands over Aaron’s short blond hair as he did.

More soft moans came from Garrett as Aaron wetted his finger and massaged the rim of Garrett’s ass while he drew him deeper into his mouth. With one hand on the base of Garrett’s cock and the other massaging the hard root and his rim, Aaron brought Garrett to a climax.

A soft grunt preceded a mouthful of spunk which Aaron swallowed, getting a second blast, which went down as well. Then, he sucked just the tip of Garrett’s cock, using his tongue in the slit, before releasing it. Garrett hauled him back up to eye level, held him close against his chest, and closed his eyes.

Aaron smiled as his man, yes, his man , went back to sleep. And soon, he did as well, feeling a bond with this person like he’d had with no other.

He knew things would work out alright.

He just knew it.

The two of them had been alone and isolated long enough. It was time for them to enjoy life. To be happy or at least, not fear.

1994.

It’s going to be a very good year.