Chapter 16

Monday morning, July 4 th , Garrett had slept well. Very well. Looking at the digital clock, he read nine-fifteen and sighed happily. Glancing at Aaron, who was still sleeping, Garrett admired his sex-appeal. Oh yes. He was hooked.

He decided today was their day. A day to do nothing but sleep in, have sex, more sex, and then maybe this evening, see the fireworks display.

Tomorrow he’d take Aaron to meet Sandra Ginsberg. It was time. No doubt with Aaron as their star witness, Garrett could convince a grand jury to file charges.

He’d given that woman all the proof for the graft and secret arms deals. Next, he was going to prove to her the director of the CIA had murdered one of his own operators and tried to frame Aaron. Why? My guess is the operator knew the director was a double-agent and was killed because either he was blackmailing the man or was going to expose him.

But right now? He had Aaron naked, in his bed.

Garrett noticed the sheet tenting. He smiled slyly and inched his way down, down, down…

~

Aaron came to the surface of a dream to feel his cock being sucked. He looked at the bedding which showed a big man under the sheet bobbing up and down.

Aaron muttered, “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

A soft chuckle came from Garrett who had obviously heard.

Aaron tugged off the sheet so he could watch. When that stunning, muscular hunk’s nakedness was visible, Aaron’s cock pulsated in delight.

“Good morning,” Garrett said with a wry smile as he pressed his lips against the head of Aaron’s stiff cock.

“I’ll say it is.” Aaron bent his knees and straddled wide, begging for it. He glanced at the nightstand and went for the lube.

The noise of a lawnmower running in the cul-de-sac was comforting. Summertime. July 4 th , 1994.

Aaron nudged the lube closer to Garrett. The handsome man knelt up and used it on his dick, then drew closer. Aaron held his own knees and tucked them against his body. With the contact to his rim, the head of Garrett’s cock pushing inside him, chills washed over Aaron’s skin.

He opened his eyes, unaware he’d closed them, and watched Garrett rise to a climax. They stared at each other, then Garrett seemed absorbed by the act itself. As Garrett’s actions amped up, Aaron braced his hips, using one arm under his low back. With his free hand, he stretched down to get at Garrett’s ass. He had a feeling the macho alpha male hadn’t experienced much anal play. Aaron wanted to change that.

He touched the lube from their sexual contact as Garrett’s big dick slid in and out of him, and used some of it to push the tip of his index finger into Garrett.

The hottie immediately went into a climax. His body stiffened up, his dick throbbed and pumped jizz into him, and his face became a mask of pleasure.

Seeing Garrett come, Aaron squeezed his own dick and pulled on it, spattering his skin with creamy ropes of cum.

Garrett appeared to come back from a swoon and pulled out, catching his breath.

“I fucking love you,” Aaron said, still holding his own dick.

Garrett’s smile was worth a million bucks. He climbed off the bed and hauled Aaron with him to clean up.

As Garrett started the shower and Aaron sat on the toilet to rid the cum first, he asked, “What’s the plan for today?”

Garrett replied, “Having sex and sleeping,” before he climbed into the tub.

Aaron laughed and flushed the toilet, then joined him in the shower. “Man. Is there a better way to celebrate a holiday?”

“Not in my book.” Garrett gave Aaron the showerhead and shampooed his hair.

Watching Garrett’s biceps roll and bulge as he did, seeing the sexy tufts of armpit hair, Aaron could not get over how lucky he was. He just hoped his luck continued… because he had a bad feeling today was the last day of fun, before nasty business.

~

Once they cleaned up, Garrett made a pot of coffee while still naked, and then returned to the bedroom. Aaron was in bed giving him a wicked smile.

Garrett lay on top of the sheet with him as more pleasant neighborhood noise made the July 4 th day seem like a perfect holiday. Hedge clippers, leaf blowers, weeders, and an occasional roar of a motorcycle. That’s what summer was all about.

Aaron rolled to his side and with his index finger, he traced his tattoo, then circled his nipple, and then drew lines over every sinewy muscle on Garrett’s chest and abs.

As he did, Garrett rested his cheek on his pillow and enjoyed the sweet touch. He knew Aaron was enamored with him. Garrett was proud of his body. He worked hard to stay fit and powerful. And knowing a gay man, like Aaron, would appreciate it, Garrett let him do as he pleased.

They had today.

Who knew what tomorrow would bring?

For all he knew, Sandra Ginsberg would insist on taking Aaron into protective custody once she knew what he had to say.

Garrett enjoyed staring at Aaron. Those black roots on his bleach blond hair made him smile. He wasn’t sure why.

When Aaron ran his fingertip over his chin to his lips, Garrett parted them and sucked Aaron’s finger into his mouth. As he twirled his tongue around it, like giving it a blowjob, Aaron’s expression turned passionate once more.

He had never done this. Not once did Garrett allow himself an entire day to lounge in bed, let alone linger with a lover.

He’d found peace here. Peace with this man.

Trust. Honesty. Integrity.

Those he valued above all else.

Corruption and greed were deadly sins. And punishing powerful politicians and government employees that had taken an oath to protect democracy and the nation only to betray it, was high on his list to bring to justice.

Aaron drew his wet finger out of his mouth and went for a kiss. Garrett cupped the back of Aaron’s head and rolled on top of him.

Light tickling caresses ran down his back to his bottom. When Aaron cupped his bottom and squeezed, Garrett’s cock thickened once again.

While they swirled tongues, Aaron used both hands to part Garrett’s ass cheeks, massaging him to a heightened state. Maybe Aaron knew. Knew he hadn’t experienced much anal contact by how hot it made him.

Since he’d had so few partners, Garrett didn’t have the opportunity to enjoy it. He certainly didn’t want to ask for it from a hooker while on military leave or experiment by himself.

Why? He didn’t know. Or maybe some religious doctrine in his upbringing made him feel ashamed. Ashamed to explore his own body on a deep level.

His parents had done a good job making him feel guilty for having needs.

Aaron used that one damp finger to massage his rim. The tingling and shooting sparks of pleasure were a tease of the climax to come.

Aaron parted from their incredible kiss and urged Garrett to roll to his back. He did.

His lover ran tickling kissed down his chest, sucked on his nipples, one by one, and just as Garrett expected a blowjob, he was given a surprise.

Aaron drew one of his balls into his mouth while pushing Garrett’s legs wider. Garrett inhaled a deep breath and relaxed, letting his knees fall open.

Each testicle was sucked into his mouth, a tongue swirling around it, and then, Aaron sunk even lower on the bed.

As Garrett waited, staring at the moving ceiling fan over the bed, he felt a tongue dart into his ass.

“Oh, fuck…” Fresh from a shower, knowing he was clean, Garrett nearly came at the new sensation. Aaron obviously knew exactly what he was doing.

As chills rushed up his spine and his cock stood at attention, blushing deep crimson and dripping precum, Garrett wanted to spend all day like this. And if he had any say about it, they would.

~

Gotcha.

Aaron found Garrett’s sweet spot. Yes. His ass.

A military man, an alpha warrior may be embarrassed to ask for it. Was it seen as weak? Not to him it wasn’t. The pleasure men denied themselves to not enjoy ass-play boggled Aaron’s mind.

Heck, he may not be able to contribute too much financially to this relationship, but he had talents, ways to pay his lover. No, he’d never been a hooker! Don’t even think about it!

Once he’d gotten Garrett’s ass wet, he used one finger to massage his puckered rim. He felt something hit the bed near him. Aaron sat up and saw the lube, then, a smirk on Garrett’s handsome face.

Ha. Yes. I gotcha .

Aaron used the slick gel on his fingers and as he lapped at Garrett’s balls he slid his index finger inside him.

Garrett jolted as if he’d touched a live wire.

Aaron nuzzled against those soft hot balls with his mouth as he rubbed and massaged Garrett’s prostate.

“Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…” Garrett’s legs tensed, and his toes curled.

Aaron glanced at Garrett’s dick. It was standing tall like a mast and a line of precum oozed out of the slit and ran down the length of his large cock.

Garrett’s hands had grasped the bedding and the military man trembled from the buildup.

Aaron hummed in delight and pushed two fingers inside him, using them to vibrate and rub hotter friction.

“Fuck!” Garrett shouted and arched his back. Cum shot out of his dick and when it did, Garrett grabbed his cock like he was containing a firehose and aimed it at himself, so he didn’t spray spunk all over the place. “Fuck! Oh, God! Fuck!”

Aaron watched Garrett’s feet arch, his toes spread, and his whole body clenched.

He withdrew his fingers and rubbed his face against Garrett’s inner thighs and balls, humming in delirium.

~

Panting, holding his cock like it was about to rocket off his groin, Garrett gawked in awe at the sensation of pleasure his dick was capable of achieving. He’d thought he’d had good climaxes before. He was wrong.

As his whole body vibrated and his skin coated with perspiration, Garrett slowly returned to earth and became conscious. He managed to raise his head to look at Aaron.

Aaron was gazing at him with adoration and love.

Garrett was rendered speechless.

With a giddy grin on his face, Aaron headed to the bathroom. The sink ran, and then he emerged with a washcloth. Once he’d wiped the spunk and the slick gel off of him, he tossed the cloth back into the bathroom and snuggled next to him on the bed.

Garrett drew him against his chest and held on, slowly falling back to sleep from the incredible climax and sense of peace this man gave him.

~

After sleeping on and off most of the day, Aaron lay awake staring at the ceiling fan spinning, trying to make his mind a blank. There wasn’t much he could do about his situation in life.

Pining about the past was useless.

Planning for the future was uncertain, at best.

He had now. That was really what they all had. Now.

And now… he was in love with an amazing man.

In love, in his bed, and maybe, just maybe getting closer to his heart.

By five pm, yes, they had spent all day having sex and sleeping, Garrett moaned and said, “I guess we should motivate ourselves.”

Aaron kissed him and sat up on the bed. “And do what?”

“I made coffee six hours ago. So, let’s start there.” Garrett climbed off the bed and staggered into the bathroom.

Aaron dressed in shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt, then made the bed and picked up clothing they’d dropped on the floor last night.

He placed the lube into the nightstand drawer and then looked at the two handguns on the dresser. Aaron had never touched one and had no interest in owning or firing one.

America was obsessed with firearms.

Not him.

He left the bedroom and saw the coffee pot was indeed full. Aaron opened the fridge and wondered what Garrett would want to eat at this time of the day.

As he explored cabinets, he noticed pancake mix, so he set it out on the counter after reading the directions. Just add water. Simple enough. He returned to the bedroom to find Garrett was getting dressed in shorts too.

“How do pancakes sound?”

“Good.” Garrett nodded in agreement. “I have frozen blueberries and sausages.”

“Perfect.” Aaron returned to the kitchen and located everything he needed to make a breakfast-dinner, which was pretty awesome.

When Garrett joined him, he set the table, filling two mugs with coffee and helped defrost the sausages in the microwave.

“So… tomorrow…” Garrett said as he programed the microwave, “I’m going to take you with me.”

Aaron froze in fear. He had a measuring cup and was tipping the powdered pancake mix into it. “Take me where?”

“Uh… There’s a woman named Sandra Ginsberg. She works in one of the accountability offices in DC.”

“No.” Aaron spun around and felt sick to his stomach.

“No?” Garrett also stopped short, and they stared at each other.

“I… I can’t.”

“No. Look. She’s an ally. With your help we can—”

“No.” Aaron began to tremble and set the measuring cup on the counter. He felt like throwing up.

~

Garrett didn’t expect any resistance. Not like this.

“You’re not listening to me.” He stood nose to nose with Aaron. “She’s working with the AG to file charges. There are men behind what happened to you that I want to see go to jail.”

“No. Garrett. No. Please. Don’t ask me to.” Aaron went ashen.

“I am asking you to. You are a pivotal piece in this grand jury indictment. Those men framed you for a murder you did not commit. And that’s just one crime they’re guilty of. There’s a whole ring of corruption in DC right now. And you are going to help me convict them.”

When Aaron dropped to the kitchen floor like a sack of potatoes, Garrett grabbed him to stop him from hitting his head on the tile. “What the fuck? Did you pass out?” Garrett held Aaron and sat him on a kitchen chair, pushing Aaron’s head down so it was between his own legs.

Garrett wetted paper towels and placed them on the nape of Aaron’s neck. Slowly he came around.

“Okay. Breathe.” Garrett knelt on one knee in front of him. He used the paper towel to dab Aaron’s forehead and temples. “Look at me.”

Aaron, still pale, did.

Garrett saw his Adam’s apple move in a dry gulp of anxiety. “Do you trust me?”

A slow nod was his answer.

“Would I let anyone harm you?” Garrett squeezed Aaron’s upper arms.

Aaron’s brown eyes glistened.

Garrett shook him. “Answer me.”

“No. No you would not let anyone harm me.”

“Babe?” Garrett softened his tone, “This incident you were implicated in. I want the men who did this convicted.”

“Will they be? Huh? You’re talking about spies! Operators! This Steinmetz guy! They won’t go to jail. They won’t do time! And then, when they realize I’m not dead, I will be!”

Aaron’s fears were not unfounded. Garrett stood up and continued making the pancakes, measuring the powder and water to mix together.

~

Sure. In a perfect world, he’d see justice. But that’s not how things worked. Drug dealers, petty thieves, they went to jail. But spies? Feds? No. They had friends in high places.

As he settled down after passing out, Aaron thought hard about it. “Can you guarantee I will not be hurt?”

“I can’t guarantee anything. But I’m here. I’ll be your bodyguard.”

Aaron heard the sizzle of the pancake batter as Garrett made them. The defrosted sausages were in the pan frying making an appetizing aroma.

“But… you work.” Aaron couldn’t think straight right now. “You work and when you’re away from here, I’ll be vulnerable.”

Garrett flipped the pancakes and then turned around towards him. “You can go into protective custody.”

“What’s that?”

“A safe place.”

“With you?”

“No. I can’t go with you if you do that.”

“Garrett!” Aaron cried out, “You may as well have killed me when you were in my apartment!”

After Garrett stacked the cooked pancakes on a plate and added more batter, he said, “On my honor, no one will harm you. But you have to trust me. You have to give this woman the chance to get these crooks in jail!”

Aaron whimpered in terror and rocked on the chair.

“Aaron?”

He turned to look at Garrett.

“For me?” Garrett touched his own chest over his heart.

Aaron jumped to his feet and hugged him, closing his eyes as he rested his head on Garrett’s shoulder.

“Okay, babe. Okay.” Garrett squeezed him close. “I got ya. I got ya. No one is going to hurt my man. Understood?”

Aaron nodded, but he was terrified.

Garrett nudged him and shut off the burner, removing the last pancakes from the pan. “Come on. Let’s eat something. We haven’t had a bite all day.” He set the platter of stacked pancakes on the table with the sausages, and then put butter and maple syrup next to them.

When more firecrackers went off in the cul-de-sac, Aaron jumped out of his skin.

“And I thought I was the one with PTSD,” Garrett tried to joke as he put three large pancakes on Aaron’s plate and took three on his, then split the sausages the same way. “Come on, eat.” Garrett added butter and syrup to his food and passed them to Aaron.

Aaron poured syrup on his pancakes, then took a bite. He nodded. “Good. Good with blueberries.”

“Good.” Garrett smiled at him.

Aaron was hungry and forced himself to eat. But his nerves were shot. Yes, he trusted Garrett with his life. But he did not trust the government. He knew they had connections. Evil ones.

Corrupt senators. Judges that could be bought. Backhanders, cash exchanged for destroying evidence, burning documents.

And with all of Garrett’s good intentions, Aaron may pay the ultimate price. “Who is this woman?” Aaron asked as he ate.

“She’s smart. She’s honest. When you meet her, you’ll see what I mean.” Garrett finished the food quickly.

“When?” Aaron chewed slowly.

“Tomorrow. I’m going to meet with a judge first, get a warrant I need, and then once I retrieve one more piece of evidence, I’ll bring you with me to her office.”

Aaron had no choice. What was he supposed to do? Flee from Garrett? The only man that could save his neck? “Okay.”

Garrett looked relieved. He reached out his hand and squeezed Aaron’s forearm. “I got your back.”

“Okay.” Aaron had to trust him. Had to.

I said I would die for you. Hopefully it won’t come to that.

“You’re very brave, Aaron. I admire you.”

“Honest?” Aaron asked in surprise.

Garrett raised his right hand. “As God is my witness.”

Aaron felt a little better. Brave. He could be. Right? “Thanks, Garrett.”

“No need. We’re in this together.”

Aaron sat up higher in the chair. “Yes. I suppose we are.”

He got a wink from Garrett as more fireworks crackled outside.