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Alex's Legacy - Prologue. Prologue
“Tell me about Alex,” Aaron said softly, stroking my hair. We had just finished making love and Aaron was spooned against my back.
I sighed and turned to face him. I ran my hand along the side of his face and looked into his eyes. I saw nothing but love and curiosity. “Soon,” I whispered. “It’s still very hard to talk about him.”
He kissed me softly and held me close. “I know it is, sweetheart, but you’ve never talked about him. I’d like to get to know the man that was such a big part of your life.”
“I wouldn’t be the man I am today without him. In fact, I wouldn’t be here at all.”
“What do you mean?” He looked at me, alarmed.
“How about we clean up and start a pot of coffee? There’s a lot to tell and a lot you don’t know about me.”
Aaron kissed me lightly and brushed the hair away from my eyes. He smiled at me reassuringly. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
“I know.”
We got up and headed to the shower. Aaron didn’t need his cane anymore, but he would always walk with a slight limp. The scars from his accident would always be there, but he had healed remarkably well considering the extent of his injuries. He started the shower while I grabbed a couple of towels. I joined him under the steaming hot water stream and put my arms around him, resting my head on his chest.
“Fuck me,” I whispered as my hands traveled south. I ran my fingers along the length of his cock, drawing a long moan from him that I captured with my mouth. I stroked him firmly as he grew hard in my hand, and I probed his mouth with my tongue, deepening the kiss. I ground myself against his leg, delighting in the friction. When we came up for air I turned around, putting my hands on the wall. I looked at him with as much lust as I could. “Fuck me…” I said huskily.
Aaron slipped his fingers inside; I was ready from our earlier session of lovemaking. He entered me slowly; too slowly. I pushed back against him, burying him deep with one thrust. “Hard and fast!” I demanded.
He obliged my request and fucked me fast and furiously as I jacked off. It didn’t take long before I came all over the shower wall, prompting Aaron’s release as he shouted my name. He slumped against me and slid out, exhausted. I turned around in his arms and kissed him tenderly.
“Thank you,” I whispered, looking deep into his eyes. “I love you so much, Aaron.”
He smiled at me drowsily. “I love you too, Sam.”
I washed and then dried both of us. Neither of us had the energy to make coffee, so we collapsed on the bed in each other’s arms. We fell asleep within minutes.
*****
Aaron had the next day off and I decided to close the bookstore for the day. I’d been putting off telling him Alex’s story and decided that today would be the day. We slept in and he brought me breakfast in bed.
After breakfast I went for a run to try and organize my thoughts. I never talked much about Alex except in therapy and that was quite a while ago. I think I became so numb that I never truly processed what happened. Meeting Aaron cracked that shell. The cracks became wider and wider, and I ran faster and faster trying to outrun the pain. I reached a clearing off the running trail and stopped abruptly, sliding to the ground. I hugged my knees to my chest and sobbed. I cried out all the pain and frustration of the past three years until I collapsed in exhaustion. I’m not sure how long I lay there. When I was finally ready to return home, I was shivering in the crisp, fall air.
I slowly jogged back home. Aaron had a nice hot lunch waiting for me when I returned. I kissed him deeply before taking a long, hot shower. I threw on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt, and then ate lunch with him in companionable silence. After we cleaned up, we retreated to the couch. I lay with my head on his lap and he stroked my hair soothingly.
“I met Alex eight years ago…”
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