This is the story of Fred and Aaron's honeymoon in Palm Springs. I just love these guys and hope you do too. As always, this story is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years old. Enjoy!
January 2024
Aaron floated in the pool his butt wedged into an inflatable magenta floaty ring. A pint glass of half orange juice and half light beer was gripped in his hand. Fred, with a Bloody Mary, was perched on a towel on the edge of said pool his legs dangling into the water, leaning back on his hands. His head was tipped back basking in the warm California sun.
Both men sported the beginnings of a dark tan from the last three days spent doing exactly what they were doing right now. Aaron pulled a big drink from the pint glass and settled it back on the floating ring. Fred tilted his head down watching Aaron.
Their honeymoon had been ideal. Aaron had managed to convince Fred to leave his laptop at home, promising to leave his own. The small guest house just behind Paul's home was the perfect size to meet their needs; one small bedroom, with a cozy living area and kitchenette. It had been nice not bringing work along, being able to focus solely on Aaron and their vacation. But this morning Fred had woken up with a sense of unease and slight boredom, a little restless tug in his brain. What was there to do in the desert really?
Were they just going to fuck each other and float in the pool every day? Couldn't they do anything else? Relaxing was great, but wasn't there anything else out here?
A twist of guilt ran through him at the swirling thoughts. Wasn't this what a honeymoon was supposed to be? Sex every morning, followed by food, drinks, relaxing and more sex. He grimaced as he turned the thoughts around in his mind. Why couldn't he just chill out and enjoy the time? Aaron watched him from where he floated lazily.
"What's up, Freddie?" Aaron asked.
His voice seemed loud in the quiet of Paul's backyard, so far removed from any city sounds, tucked away in the hills. Fred looked up quickly.
"What baby?" he asked.
"That look on your face, you OK?" Aaron asked.
He held up his drink and pushed out of the ring, letting it shoot away from him. He walked slowly to the side of the pool where Fred sat.
"I'm good, baby. Don't worry about it," Fred replied.
He stroked a hand down Aaron's face after he put his drink down next to Fred's Bloody Mary, propping his arms on the warm concrete.
"Hmmm," Aaron muttered. "I dunno, Freddie. You looked a little bothered there for a second."
Fred sighed. Aaron was becoming way too familiar with his little tells and twitches.
"Honestly, I don't want you to worry about it," Freddie said.
He kissed Aaron's forehead. Aaron sighed and heaved himself up out of the pool.
"Just tell me what's up with you Freddie," Aaron said, splatting down close to Fred wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
He kissed one shoulder then rested his chin there waiting expectantly.
"I don't want to hurt your feelings," Fred said.
Aaron squeezed him.
"Is it something I did?" Aaron asked.
"No," Fred said.
"Then how could it hurt my feelings?" Aaron pushed.
Fred sighed and drove his hand through his hair. He pressed a kiss to Aaron's arm, wet from the pool water and warm from the sun shining down on them.
"I'm fucking bored, baby," Fred finally admitted.
"You are?" Aaron asked.
"Yeah, and it's not you. It's just... is this what we're doing for five more days, just drinking and spending time in the pool?" Fred asked.
Aaron shrugged.
"We can do other stuff, Freddie. There's a lot of stuff to do out here," Aaron said.
Fred raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah, why do you think we brought our golf clubs? There are tons of courses out here. We can go hiking, there's cool places downtown, we can head up to the top of Mount San Jacinto. There's an art museum. Disneyland is about two hours away. I was just... you know sort of enjoying doing nothing for a while," Aaron said, planting another kiss on Fred's shoulder. "And you know, enjoying how freely and how often I get to fuck you," Aaron said putting a hand to Fred's thigh.
Fred pushed his sunglasses up and squinted at the sunlight streaming into his eyes.
"I have been enjoying that," he said with a grin. "I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I've had a great time so far."
His hand cradled Aaron's face, pulling him close. Fred pressed his lips to Aaron's, his tongue running along Aaron's lower lip, tasting the orange juice, beer and slight bitterness of the sunscreen Aaron had slathered over his face. Aaron's mouth opened and his tongue ran over Fred's, twining it as he scooched closer to him. He pulled back for a moment.
"I'm glad you've been enjoying yourself," Aaron grumbled out.
He pressed his mouth to Fred's once more, his hand moving up his thigh, the tips of his fingers brushing under the leg of his swim trunks. Fred groaned and pushed forward knocking their drinks over in the process, the plastic clacking noisily on the concrete.
Aaron lowered to his back on the warm concrete, Fred nestled his hips between his legs, rolling them against the slight bulge that had started forming in his wet swim trunks. Aaron gasped as Fred's tongue plunged forward into his mouth, swiping over his teeth, biting and sucking on his bottom lip.
"Ughn, fuck. Freddie, is Paul here?" Aaron sputtered out as his hips rolled up to meet Fred's.
Fred shook his head quickly.
"He's working out near Joshua Tree today," Fred said.
"That's something else we could do," Aaron grumbled as Fred planted a string of kisses down his neck.
Fred hummed in response as his tongue circled Aaron's nipple. Aaron groaned again and his hips rolled upwards again, his cock thickening quickly. Fred only spent a few minutes biting and scraping his teeth over Aaron's nipples before he moved down to the growing stiffness in his swim trunks.
"Mmmmm, Freddie," Aaron groaned.
Fred's fingers tugged at the tidy bow at the waistband of Aaron's swim trunks. He tugged them off and immediately took Aaron's half erect cock into his mouth.
"Ahhhh, yess."
