Aaron's mad

OK. Aaron's mad at me. I can tell because he has an unhappy look on his face which is a combination of a pout and a grimace. And his shoulders are slouching. He's sitting at my dining table staring at the cocktail he just made himself. You'd think I'd know better than to ask what's wrong.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Blah blah blah blah bla..."
"Aaron, we've already talked about this..." I feel like rolling my eyes.
"Yea but your behavior yesterday just reinforced it. I..."
Now don't get me wrong, Aaron's awesome. And he's often right about stuff. Sometimes he's not. This time he wasn't. Not to mention the boy has a bit of a temper.
"So what would you like me to do?"
"Change everything about you. Stop being you and be someone else."
OK, so that isn't really what he said. But it might as well have been.
"We've got to be somewhere in 10 minutes. Do we have talk about this now?" I say, looking at my watch.
"I'm not going."
Yes you are. You're just going to be difficult about it, aren't you."Please?"
At this point though I don't even want to go anywhere.

In Cold Blood

I wake up with a loud shriek.
"Jesus, are you OK?" Aaron asks, jumping up. He switches on the light.
I'm drenched in sweat. Aaron's naked body is now clammy and glistening with my sweat too.
It's the damn book I'm reading.
"I - I just had a nightmare," I say, calming down. In it, Aaron and I are tied up and about to be shot. The next thing, we're in a car... driving as fast as we can, fleeing from some danger. All of a sudden, the road turns into a cliff and...
"Why do you continue reading it? It sounds freakish to me"
"I know... I - I just - "
"You can stop reading any time you want you know." Aaron is mildly irritated.
No I can't. It's like watching a trainwreck. I can't help it. I just have to finish it now. Besides, it's one of the best books I've read in a long while.

So close, so very close...

"mmm..." is all Aaron says. Lots of mmms and a few happy uuuhhhs, and those precious, deep exhales between kisses. Nothing more is necessary. I feel his warmth beneath me as I lay on top of him. The blankets form a coccoon around us, keeping the heat in, keeping us close together. Our lips are locked and my hands roam up and down his sides. He is holding me tightly. I feel his arms locked together at the small of my back. His smooth legs and smooth chest feel like heaven. He is mostly smooth, and where he isn't, he is closely trimmed... just like me. So in positions like the one we're in right now, there's nothing between us, nothing at all - and I can feel him throbbing, right up against me. Aaron has a beautiful dick. Long... fully extended, it reaches up to the end of my shaft but not up to the head of my own cock. They fit well together... locked upwards, stimulating one another with our gentle thrusts.
It feels like there is a flood (a flood of what I'm not sure - but something wonderful) flowing from my chest down into Aaron's, and his moans and uuuhhs are all that matter to me at the moment...

"Drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings...

had never stopped there - "
is how this book I've just started begins. I observe in my immediate sphere the following: the drag-queen-in-(self-assumptive)charge at Cafe Flore tonight upset about something, declaring that her entire show will be ruined unless action is taken right away -- the lesbian couple beside me 'talking through' their issues in rather loud whispers. I hope the one that looks like Annie Lennox wins. The other one looks manipulative -- Across the street, Jake - one of the neighborhood homeless guys - having chosen Bagdad Cafe as his concert stage for the evening, getting his violin out -- is that Rich upstairs at the Metro? With hmmm... wonder what happened to Jim (or was it John) from last week? -- the twilight, all chiffon and liquidy - the sky a pretty shade of blue and pink as orange streetlights are flickering on -- the Sisters, white faces and colorfully arched eyebrows - loudly soliciting money from all of us patrons ("And you with the laptop - what do YOU have against p.a.w.s?" I quickly pull my wallet out) -- that whatshisname crossing the street didn't we fuck once after yoga class? -- a voicemail from Francis, wanting to know if I'll be attending all 4 parties tonight or just the last three. And I suppose your ball-and-chain would rather stay at home? Tell him he's invited.
I guess Holcomb, Kansas is a long ways away from San Francisco, Toto.

Extra nudges & reading body language

"You should hook up with Troy," I continue.
Aaron glances at me, then slowly looks away. This is a look I am beginning to recognize. Not agreement, but not disagreement either. Nudge me just a little bit more... please, he is saying.
"It would be hot," I say, stroking him through his jeans. He's still hard as a rock. "He's totally your type." I reach over and kiss him on the neck. "We could have a threesome."
Aaron moans softly and leans in toward me.
I continue with my kisses."Would you like that?"
In lieu of a response, he puts his head on my shoulder and presses his lips into my neck. His breath his hot.
Our dinner is getting cold on the coffee table.

Stefan's in town!

"I can't believe i am standing here, practically naked, in this crazy costume," Stefan says as he desperately tries to flag down another passing cab. It's 3AM, and a very cold night.
"Hehehe, we do look pretty ridiculous, huh?" I say.
Stefan is wearing bunny ears, a loin cloth and leg warmers. I'm wearing bunny ears, a yellow boa and overalls made of bluish grey downy material. It was Bunny Jam time again, and Stefan was in town. We just HAD to go.
"What if someone recognizes me? I'll be ruined..." Stefan says, shivering from the cold.
Just then a loud groupof rowdy drunk guys drive by in a beat up old truck, and jeering and honking their horn at us.
"The least they do is could offer us a ride," I say.
"Some of them were kind of cute," Stefan says, momentarily forgetting how cold it is.
We're soon joined by a group of other bunnies... there's a Superhero bunny, a carrot and a very glamorous looking playboy playbunny, with a discoball tail. Eventually, a cab does stop for us, and the five of us share it. Stefan gets to sit beside Superhero bunny all the way home.
( more on the Bunny Jam: BJ 2006)
(Stefan: in Puerto Vallarta, cruising in college )

Aaron

Aaron and I get along splendidly. I've known him for over almost a year now. The first time I had sex with Aaron was sometime in June 2006, a few weekends before San Francisco Pride weekend, and several hours after he said hello. We never really got close until a few months ago. It was time last December that I noticed how adorable he was, and that he noticed the same in me (these, of course, are my own words. I wonder what he would say). He's smart, cute, sexy, and always horny - precisely the adjectives I would use to describe myself. We're different enough... he's quiet, pensive and thoughtful, unlike me - the outgoing, vivacious, talkative one. He's got a comforting smile, and for some reason loves being with me. The sex is good... nah the sex is great, and we've got several mutual friends who seem to be nudging us towards relationshiphood with questions like "where's your boyfriend?" or "How's Andrew/Aaron?" when they see Aaron or me without the other....

Dinner with Aaron

"So, did you have a good time with Troy the other night?" Aaron asks from the kitchen.
"Um, yea, I did actually," I say, not looking up from my laptop.
"Cool."
I look over at Aaron, who is standing at the kitchen counter, making dinner. He's been spending a lot of time over at my place these past few months. It's been nice to have him around. I'm not really used to living alone, and he's helped a lot in the transition from my old apartment and roommate.
Aaron brings over our dinner - 2 plates of pasta, and puts them on the coffee table.
"Dinnertime!" he says, taking a seat beside me on the sofa.
"Mmm..." I say. I draw him up close between my legs, and kiss him softly on his
cheek.
"So, you seeing him again?" he asks tentatively.
"Not sure," I say. "Probably." My hands travels lazily down his chest. I feel his smooth skin through his t-shirt. It comes to rest on his crotch. He is fully erect beneath his jeans.

Sunday Brunch with the guys

"Well..." says Spike, eargerly staring at me.
"It's hard to talk about it without getting horny..." I say.
I already feel my hardon trying to nudge its way down the leg of my shorts.
"Dude. You're killing us..." says Mark in response to my continued silence.
"I know, I know. OK, so here's what we did," I say, readusting myself under the table. And I tell them about last Wednesday with Troy. They cling to my every word.
"That guy's an animal..." Spike says when I'm done.
"Yeah, I don't believe it."
"You don't have to believe me. It did all happen though. And I'm seeing him again tonight." Free of the confines of my briefs, I feel myself pulse and throb under my shorts.