Hottest Heat Wave

Heat Wave: Newark by Drew Hunt-10

Blowjobs received and given, the two lay contentedly on top of the sheets snuggling. It was little short of perfect. But alas Ben’s stomach took that moment to remind him it needed filling. His mind instantly flashed to the glazed doughnuts in the front of the cab but he bet Aaron would object if he suggested eating those as they weren’t exactly healthy. Breakfast in bed wouldn’t work anyway because his bladder was telling him it needed emptying. And that meant getting dressed. “f**k!”

“Huh?” Aaron lifted his head and looked down at Ben.

“As you would say, I need the loo.” Ben had some plastic piss bottles he would normally use in such circumstances, but he didn’t want to come across as crude in front of Aaron.

“Ah, you can speak proper English then. I’m pleased I’m having a positive effect on you”

“Yeah, right.” Ben rolled his eyes.

Aaron levered himself up, climbed over Ben, and got off the bunk. “Been fixin’ to use the john myself.”

“Ah, you can speak proper English. Glad I’m having a good effect on you.”

“Piss off.” Aaron raised a finger.

Ben eased himself off the bunk, doing so a lot less gracefully than Aaron had. “We might as well take a shower while we’re using the bathrooms,” he said, sniffing his right pit.

“Oh, cool. Wet naked Ben!” Aaron said, leaping at Ben, his hands seemingly everywhere at once.

“Knock it off,” Ben said, fending him off. “You see enough of my naked lard ass.”

“But this’ll be wet and naked bear ass.”

Ben opened the drawer under the bunk. “What to wear.”

Aaron leaned in and rifled through the drawer’s contents.” “You should put on these shorts. It’s too hot for anything else.”

Ben agreed and accepted the Wrangler cut-offs.

“And, oh, my!” Aaron pulled out a denim vest that Ben had forgotten he’d put in there. “You have to wear this. It’d be sooo hot!” Aaron was beginning to sound like the stereotypical twink Ben had refused to label him as earlier.

“Don’t think I have a clean tee.”

“No, no. Just this.” Aaron held it out. “Trust me, you’ll have half the women and about a quarter of the men drooling over you.”

“And the other half and three quarters throwing up at the sight of all this flab.” Ben slapped his belly.

“They’ll get a thump in the gob if they say anything.” Aaron stood, hands on hips, determined look on his face.

Ben’s bladder was sending out more urgent messages. “Okay, Scrappy, calm down.” Given how late in the morning it was, Chad, Seth, and the others would be long gone. Oh, why the hell not! Ben thought, deciding to live dangerously for once. And it’d please Aaron, too. He accepted the vest and put it on.

“Yes!” Aaron pumped his fist in the air. “Hot!” He dressed in rapid style and fished for his phone. “Want a picture of you in that sexy clobber.”

Ben shook his head and slid into his boots. “Come on, let’s go.”

But Aaron was determined. He shot out of the cab and stood in the parking lot, phone held up to his face. “Slowly,” he encouraged. “No, no, put those shades on.”

Ben rolled his eyes again but went back into the cab for the dark glasses. The sun had kinda been in his eyes anyway.

“Great!” Aaron said when Ben stood on the running board. “Look all mean and butch.”

Ben took a look around to see if anyone was watching. Fortunately the rig hid them from view.

“Beat your chest so you look all caveman.”

“Aaron! Knock it off!” Ben turned around and climbed down the steps. Okay, so what if he descended a bit slower than usual and put more of a wiggle in his ass?

“So hot!” Aaron groaned.

Something occurred to him then. Ben turned around and regarded Aaron, phone still held in front of his face. “How come it isn’t making that clicking noise? Haven’t you been taking pictures?” It’d be a relief if Aaron hadn’t.

Aaron lowered the phone. “Uh, I was shooting a movie actually.”

“What?”

“Didn’t think you’d mind. And…” In a much quieter voice he added, “and I thought it’d give me something to remember you by.”

Checking again that no one could see, Ben slung an arm around the smaller man’s shoulders and gave him a one-armed hug.

“If you say no then I won’t, but can I share the video with Tammy? She’d love it and be sooo jealous.”

Ben smiled and shook his head. “Okay, so long as neither of you put it on the Internet. I don’t want folks to know I beat my chest like a caveman on film.”

“But you didn’t.”

“But I will.” Ben grinned, removed his arm from Aaron’s shoulders, then took a couple of steps backward. Aaron raised the phone and Ben pounded his bare chest, letting out what he hoped was a suitably masculine roar.