A gay story: What Happens in Vegas Pt. 12
Fred sucked in a quick breath and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. His hand twined into Aaron’s hair as his fiancé bobbed up and down on his hard cock.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he whispered. He’d gotten much better at regulating the volume of his voice in the past months.
Aaron moaned quietly in reply, dragging his teeth roughly up Fred’s cock, causing his hips to buck with the sensation. His mouth dropped open, and his fingers tightened in Aaron’s hair.
“Oh, fuck baby,” he panted. “I’m gonna cum, ah god.”
A sharp knock on their bedroom door made them both jump.
“Uncle Fred! Uncle Aaron! I need a car today,” Ben shouted. He’d been in the shower, with his music blasting over the water what seemed like only a few minutes ago.
Aaron sat up reluctantly taking Fred’s twitching cock out of his mouth. He rolled his eyes at Fred who still panted. Fred scraped his hands down his face quickly.
“We know Ben! You told us last night,” Fred said back his voice tinged with annoyance.
“Yeah, but you didn’t say which one I should take,” Ben said. Fred glanced at the clock. Ben had at least thirty more minutes before he had to be out the door. Aaron sighed and got out of bed.
“Hey, where you going?” Fred asked quietly. Aaron shrugged.
“Sorry Freddie, I should get ready,” Aaron said.
“Come on,” Fred grumbled. Aaron looked regretful but shrugged again pulling some boxers on over his softening cock.
“Which car-” Ben started to ask again.
“I’ll be right out Ben!” Fred shouted.
“Jesus, excuse the fuck outta me,” Ben grumbled. He heard shuffling down the hall and clattering in the kitchen as Ben pulled his breakfast together.
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Fred came down the hall a moment later in loose gym shorts and a T-shirt. Ben sat at the dining table eating a bowl of cereal quickly, his eyes scanning over a notebook. He glanced at his Uncle Fred as he grabbed a mug and began to brew himself a cup of coffee.
“Sorry,” Ben said a little quietly. “I didn’t mean to bug you guys. I’ve just got a lot going on today.” Fred sighed.
“It’s alright. I’m sorry I snapped at you. It was… bad timing,” Fred said. He pulled a brown bag from a drawer and the sandwich he had made the night before from the fridge.
“Sorry,” Ben said again.
“I said it’s fine kid,” Fred said trying to take the edge out of his voice. He continued to throw a lunch together for Ben. “What’s got you so busy today?” Ben sighed and ran a hand down his face quickly.
“I’ve got a huge test coming up in calc and I don’t feel prepared for it. I’ve got a stupid ass group project in English and everyone but me is dragging their feet. Chris has soccer today, which is why I need the car. I have to watch Jeffy since mom has a late shift today, then I have a closing shift tonight. It’s just easier if I have a car. Can’t really take Chris and Jeffy on Finn’s bike,” Ben said already sounding exhausted this early in the morning.
“You have to close tonight? It’s a school night kid,” Fred scrunched his face.
“I know I’m not supposed to close during the week, but apparently my manager forgot, and I didn’t see it until yesterday. I don’t have time to find someone to cover for me,” Ben said tossing his spoon into his empty bowl. He closed his notebook and rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes.
Fred gazed at his nephew. He had taken on such a huge class load this year, attempting to get ahead on the college track, on top of continuing with his job. Fred sighed and took the mug of coffee he’d brewed for himself and set it in front of Ben.
“Thanks,” Ben said sipping at the dark liquid. It burned his tongue. “Dammit,” he muttered.
“Too soon,” Aaron said appearing from the hall, tightening his necktie around his neck. Ben sucked in a breath trying to cool the sting of the burn. “Freddie if I can catch a ride to work with you Ben can take my car.” Fred shrugged.
“Are you in a rush?” he asked. Aaron glanced at his watch.
“I need to leave in 30,” he said. Fred sighed. He’d hoped they would have time to finish what they’d started this morning after Ben left, but it seemed unlikely. Aaron brewed himself a coffee and grabbed a banana.
“Alright, I’ll go get ready,” Fred grumbled. He held out the bulging brown bag to Ben, who sighed.
“I told you; you don’t have to make me lunch,” Ben said.
“I like to,” Fred said. He shook the bag and Ben sighed again, taking it. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Love you kid,” Fred said. He pressed a quick kiss on top of Ben’s head and went back to the bedroom to get ready for work.
“So,” Aaron said, sipping his coffee and sitting at the table. “I couldn’t help but overhear a little bit about your day today.”
“Yeah,” Ben said, also sipping his coffee now it had cooled a bit.
“Why don’t you bring Jeffy and Chris here after you pick them up? I can watch them while you get your schoolwork done,” Aaron offered. Ben raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t know,” Ben said. “I mean Chris has soccer practice and I don’t want to like… impose.”
“It’s not an imposition if I offer, Ben,” Aaron said. Ben thought about it for a second. It would be really helpful if his mom was alright with it. He really wanted to help her out, but his day today was so busy. He could use the help.
“I’ll talk to my mom and let you know,” Ben said finally.
“Great!” Aaron said. His interactions with Jennifer had improved, though it was still hit and miss with her sometimes. Fred insisted that was just the way she was, sort of bitchy a lot of the time. Ben glanced at the time on his phone.
“Fuck, I’m going to be late,” Ben said standing quickly. He snatched his lunch and shoved it into the backpack hanging on the back of his chair.
“Drive carefully, OK?” Aaron said as Ben grabbed the car keys from the bowl by the door.
“Thanks Uncle Aaron,” Ben said slipping out the door.
Each time he heard Ben refer to him as ‘Uncle Aaron’ it warmed his heart. The day that he and Fred had told Ben they were engaged he’d asked if he could call him ‘Uncle Aaron’. He smiled at the memory. Even when Ben had said it in anger with that tone he took on sometimes, that dripped with sass and sarcasm, he loved hearing it.
These past months having Ben live with them had been such a roller coaster. Not simply because learning to share space with a kid was something Aaron never thought he’d have to do, but also because of the complicated, toxic people who were desperately trying to remain in his life.
Russell continued to reach out despite restraining orders and the complex court proceedings still in session. Despite Ben telling him to keep his distance, that he didn’t want to see him again. Wanda had disowned Ben much in the same way she had Fred, but still regularly sent him messages begging him to come back to God. She’d given up on Fred long ago.
Getting Ben to go to counseling had been their biggest challenge and point of contention. Aaron had finally had enough and made it non-negotiable, a condition of staying with them. Fred hadn’t wanted to put down that ultimatum. He worried it would strip away some of the safety of their home for Ben. But Aaron saw no other way to get him to start going. Ben hadn’t spoken to him directly for almost a month. He finally admitted that talking to a therapist had been very helpful for him, especially as he navigated his parents’ messy divorce. But it was still a week before Aaron felt their relationship wasn’t strained.