Hottest Heat Wave

Heat Wave: Newark by Drew Hunt-4

“What?” Ben asked when Aaron pushed Ben’s shower cubicle door open just before Ben closed it.

Aaron grinned. No way was he showering alone, not when shortly there’d be a naked and wet trucker nearby for the perving on. Aaron was about to say as much when he remembered his promise to go softly with the gentle bear. Putting on what he hoped was an embarrassed expression, he said, “Don’t want to shower by myself, not with all these rough-looking trucker-types about.” Aaron hoped the statement would bring out Ben’s seemingly in-born protective instincts.

Ben rolled his eyes but opened the door wider to admit Aaron. Okay, Ben might not have believed him, but it got him what he wanted, so all was good.

“My big strong protector,” Aaron said, standing on tiptoe to peck Ben on the lips.

Ben took a step back and Aaron took a step forward. As they were in a relatively confined space, it didn’t take long before Ben ran out of room to escape.

“Relax, Big Ben,” Aaron whispered, running his hands down Ben’s chest. “No one can see us in here.” Aaron’s hands moved up to caress Ben’s wide shoulders.

Ben shook his head. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“Not when it comes to touching you. Come on, get this sexy shirt off so I can see the sexy body underneath.”

“Not sexy,” Ben whispered, removing Aaron’s hands from the front of his shirt. “And not so loud. Folks might not be able to see, but they can still hear.”

Aaron made a zipping motion across his lips but almost immediately broke his promise by letting out a low moan of admiration when he started to unbutton Ben’s shirt to reveal a rug of curly brown hair. “So soft,” he said, running his fingertips through Ben’s chest hair.

“I’m a freak.”

Aaron put a finger to Ben’s lips. “No talking, remember?” Plus Aaron couldn’t disagree more about Ben being a freak. “Now for your lower half.”

Aaron was something of an expert at getting into men’s trousers. He was on his knees, had Ben’s belt buckle released, waistband unbuttoned, and fly unzipped within a couple of seconds. He may not have beaten his personal record, but his actions were fast enough that he had his hand on the prize before Ben could tell him to stop.

“You are a big boy,” Aaron whispered before kissing the partially exposed head of Ben’s d**k.

Ben jerked his hips backward, but as he’d already been backed into a corner, there wasn’t anywhere for him to go. “Knock it off!” he hissed.

“He talking to me or you?” Aaron whispered to Ben’s d**k, which had started to stiffen. “Let’s ignore him, he’s a real killjoy, ain’t he?” Aaron licked the crown and then kissed it. “Can’t call you Little Ben because you aren’t little. I know, I’ll call you Ben Junior or B.J. for short. Get it?” He chuckled and kissed B.J.’s head once again.

“Aaron!” Ben said, trying to fend the man off.

Aaron let out a frustrated breath, sat back on his haunches, and looked up at Ben. “Okay, okay, I’ll behave.” Under his breath he muttered, “Like I said, killjoy.”

Aaron stood and rapidly stripped off his own clothes then let down his hair. Glancing over to see how Ben was doing, he saw that the man was standing stock still. However, B.J. was rising steadily. Ben must have realised what he was or wasn’t doing and quickly dropped his jeans and underpants to the tiled floor. He bent to pick his clothes up and put them in his duffle bag.

When Ben turned to enter the shower proper, it was Aaron’s turn to be frozen in place.

Ben’s arse had been magnificent clad in denim, out of it the two mounds of flesh were a work of art. Full, round, hairy, and totally lickable. Aaron snapped out of his trance long enough to realise Ben hadn’t taken off his cap.

Rather than say anything and risk upsetting Ben even further, Aaron reached up, snatched the cap from Ben’s head, and gasped.

Ben ducked his head, showing Aaron more of his head. It was completely free of hair. “Sorry,” Ben said quietly.

“Huh?” Then Aaron realised. Ben was embarrassed. Oh, hell, no! Aaron reached up to gently grasp the sides of Ben’s head and tilt it to his level to kiss it repeatedly. He followed this with tender caresses with his fingertips. “Totally hot,” he said quietly. “You’ve quite literally kept this under your hat.”

“Started going bald when I was thirty. Tried a comb over but that looked stupid, as did a wig. So I shaved it all off.”

“And it really suits you.”

Ben shook his head, dislodging Aaron’s fingers.

Aaron took hold of Ben’s head once again and gently jerked it up and down to imitate a nod. And to reinforce his point, Aaron took Ben’s right hand and curled the fingers over his achingly hard d**k.

For the first time since they met, Ben initiated a kiss. And what a hungry, devouring kiss it was. By the time their lips parted, Aaron was panting for breath. Barely had Aaron had time to fill his lungs before he was crushed to Ben’s naked chest. Despite both of them being hard, it didn’t seem to Aaron to be an erotic clench.

“Come on, Big Ben, let’s shower before they come in here wanting to know what’s up.” Aaron turned on the spray. Moments later he reached up to run a hand over Ben’s now wet scalp. “At least you don’t have to spend money on hair products.”

Ben chuckled. “There is that.”

They showered in almost complete silence, just content to touch and occasionally kiss. Ben insisted on washing Aaron’s hair, twice, and Aaron returned the favour by scrubbing Ben’s back.

After they dried off, Aaron got out his hairdryer, turned it on low, and aimed it at Ben’s chest.

“Quit it”! Ben said, trying to snatch the hairdryer.

But Aaron dodged out of the way and soon Ben gave in and permitted his chest hair to be blow-dried.

Turning off the machine, Aaron stood on tiptoe and kissed Ben’s pouty lips. “Do you know how sexy that look is?”

Ben shook his head.

“Well it is. Want to dry my hair now?” Normally Aaron hated people messing with his hair, but he knew how much Ben liked washing it, so thought he’d let the guy dry it, too.

Ben took the hairdryer and a brush Aaron gave him, and spent the best part of ten minutes on his task. When Aaron reached for a scrunchy to put up his hair, Ben took it and put it back in Aaron’s bag.

Aaron raised an eyebrow and Ben moved to stand in front of the bag, arms crossed over his chest, looking defiant. It was sexy as hell. Aaron could only assume Ben liked him with his hair down. He could live with that. He was all for making Ben happy.

Silently they dressed in clean clothes—a Florida Gators T-shirt for Aaron and a snug-fitting, western-style blue and white plaid shirt for Ben. Aaron thought the big trucker looked especially sexy in his new outfit.

Judging from the increased noise level coming from the corridor outside, the place was filling up. Ben pointed to himself then at the door. He then raised two fingers and pointed to Aaron, who nodded his understanding.

Ben unlocked and opened the door, closing it quickly behind him. Aaron quietly locked the door and prepared to wait.

“Hey, Benny!” a loud voice exclaimed. “God, man, you’re busting out of that shirt. If you get any fatter you’ll have to start ordering your clothes from Ringling Brothers.”

A few men laughed. Aaron frowned.

A different voice said, “When you walk backward, does your ass beep?”

“f**k you,” Ben said, sounding dejected, although it was difficult to tell because his words were drowned out by loud laughter.

Aaron refused to listen to any more. He unbolted the door and steamed his way toward the group of four men who’d encircled Ben.

“Hey, who’s this?” one of the men asked.

Aaron went to stand next to Ben. He so wanted to hug the guy, but knew it wouldn’t be appropriate so put his hands on his hips and stared down who he thought was the ringleader. “People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.” At the man’s look of incomprehension, Aaron continued, “You’re hardly a beanpole. Tell me, does the gravity surrounding your beer belly bend light when you stand outside?”

This got a “Good one,” and an embarrassed chuckle from one of the others, however, the ringleader didn’t look pleased. “You little punk.” The man clenched his fists and took half a step forward.

“Chad, no.” Ben tried to move Aaron behind him, but Aaron wasn’t having any of it.

“Can’t you pick on someone your own size?” Aaron looked around, careful not to get Ben in his sights. “Oh, sorry, there isn’t anyone your size.”

“Come on, Chad, man, let’s shower,” the man standing next to Chad said, taking his arm.

Seeing Ben’s hands on Aaron trying to move him, Chad sneered. “You two f**k buddies or something?”

Before Aaron could come back with a witty comment, Ben said, “He’s a hitcher I picked up this afternoon.”

“So you ain’t f****d him yet?”

“Chad! That’s enough!” Ben was getting riled up. Aaron thought it was incredibly sexy.

But Chad wasn’t finished. “Though if he wants a real man—” He cupped his crotch. “—then he should come over to my rig tonight.”

This got a few hoots from the peanut gallery.

Aaron was about to throw a punch at the arsehole’s mouth, but decided words would be far more cutting. “And where will you be while this real man is in your rig?”

The crowd liked that, but Chad didn’t. “You f*****g punk.” Chad fought to get free, but his buddy had a firm hold of him.

Ben had finally succeeded in getting Aaron behind him. Aaron rather liked being manhandled. Poking his head from around Ben, Aaron went in for one final salvo. “If you want a battle of wits with me, Chad, don’t come half armed.”

“Aaron, that’s enough!” Ben moved backward a few steps, putting distance between them and Chad and his cronies. Aaron then found himself in front of Ben, and being propelled down the hallway.

“Hey, Chad,” the man who’d gotten the joke about Chad’s belly proving Einstein’s general theory of relativity, said, “I think he just called you a halfwit.” The man laughed but Aaron didn’t hear any more because Ben had gotten them through a doorway.

Ben stopped and turned on Aaron. “Thanks a bunch.”

Aaron was surprised and hurt at Ben’s anger. He pulled himself up to his full five feet, seven inch height. “No one gets to make nasty comments about your weight.”

Seeming not to have heard, Ben continued, “I see those guys all the time. Now what’re they gonna…” he shook his head and seemed to collect himself. “Aaron, any one of them could have ripped you apart.”

“Yeah, right.” Aaron raised his fists and adopted a boxing stance. “I could have taken ‘em out if you’d have let me at ‘em.”

Ben failed to hide a smile. “Gonna start calling you Scrappy Doo.”

Aaron laughed. “I knew that DVD was yours.”

“Yeah, and I’d have got away with it if it wasn’t for you pesky kid.”

They were attracting attention, but Aaron didn’t care. He knew that he and Ben were cool again. That made him so happy.

“Restaurant’s over there.” Ben pointed. “You go sit down, give me your bag, and I’ll take it back to the rig. I’ll gas her up and see about getting the A/C charged.”

“No, I’ll go with you.”

“There’s no point in us both getting hot and sweaty.

There was a delicious come back to that, but Aaron thought he’d pressed his luck enough for right now. “I’ll still go with you.”

Ben shrugged. “I’ll still carry your bag.” He reached for it.

They’d had this discussion when leaving the lorry. Aaron was no weak, defenceless damsel. But this time he relented, knowing it would make Ben happy to get to do the alpha thing. So Aaron handed over his holdall and did his best to keep up with Ben’s long strides.

* * * *

Aaron was chatting about anything and everything that came to mind while Ben pumped diesel. Ben wasn’t responding. Even his usual bear grunts were absent.

“You okay?” Aaron finally asked.

Ben didn’t answer.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends.”

“They aren’t my friends, just…” Ben shrugged. “Fellow truckers.”

“And if you ask me they’re all idiots. You could do a lot better.”

Ben shrugged again. “Not really.”

Aaron hated when Ben got so down on himself. “If their brains were gasoline, between them they wouldn’t have enough to power a piss-ant’s motorcycle halfway around the inside track of a Cheerio.”

Within the span of a couple of seconds, Ben’s face changed from confusion to recognition to happiness. Then he chuckled. “Where do you get these sayings?”

It was Aaron’s turn to shrug. He just had a quick mind and he enjoyed amusing himself and others whenever he got the chance.

Ben withdrew the nozzle and stood for a moment, huge hose in hand. Aaron’s mind instantly came up with a couple of sexually charged quips but he decided to keep them to himself. Ben was easily embarrassed by such talk and Aaron didn’t want to make the guy uncomfortable so soon after cheering him up.