Page 45 of Seasons of Love
"Fuck, that's cold. Are you actively trying to not get laid right now?" I asked, looking down at my cock with pity.
Aiden got on his knees, taking my cock in the wet heat of his mouth as far as he could manage.
The water warmed up at the same time as fire built inside me.
"Fuck, you have an amazing mouth, baby," I moaned.
"I know," he said, letting go of me with a pop and crawling over to where his jeans were to grab a condom and lube.
His shirt fell off the hook and onto the wet floor, but Aiden was a man on a mission to get me inside him. No need for the five-second, self-destroying warning.
Thirty minutes later, we were on our way to The Falls, a bar on the outskirts of Chester Falls.
The Falls had a good atmosphere. With the dark woods, live music, and friendly staff, it was a great place to come for a drink or two. It didn't hurt that it had a wonderful view of the waterfalls that gave the town its name.
In this summer weather, their deck was perfect to chill with friends. Even if those friends were almost half my age. I ignored my internal self-jab and told Aiden to find the guys while I got us drinks.
"Hey, Daddy, what can I get you?" Brent, the bartender, said.
He was a really friendly guy and, so far, I hadn't seen anyone he didn’t flirt with. I wasn't sure if that was just who he was as a person or a requirement of the job. He only ever took it as far as he needed to get a smile out of his customer, so I assumed it was the latter option.
"Do I really give out the Daddy-vibe?"
He was preparing a cocktail but stopped and leaned over the counter a little.
"Let me see…you're tall, hot, a total silver-fox, those eyes could stop butter from melting at your request. So yeah…if it's your thing, then…" he shrugged.
I shook my head. "Not my thing. Wren's group is outside, do they all have drinks?"
"They got a round a while ago, and could probably do with another one."
"Can you sort me out?"
"Sure, Daddy."
I laughed at his sugary sweet but teasing voice. The kid was a good bartender.
Balancing all the drinks on a tray was not easy. That was a strikeout for jobs I could do for fun in my retirement.
"I rode Slade's bike," Aiden said proudly as I placed the tray on the table.
"I bet you did, you bad boy," Tom replied.
"I've never seen anyone riding Slade's bike, so you must be special." Wren said. "Can you get him to join the adult football team too?"
"No." Aiden said so quickly everyone's eyes were on him.
He blushed a very pretty pink, that I now knew went all over when he was worked up.
"What Aiden means is that I hurt my back this week, so I probably shouldn't play any kind of contact sports."
Aiden's face turned to me so fast that I wondered if he'd hurt his neck. "Like, no contact sports?"
I heard a snort from the other side of the table. Aiden was not as quiet as he thought he was.
"Well, maybe a few select contact sports," I whispered in his ear, kissing the lobe before I pulled back.
Wren stood up and stretched out his hand, wiggling his fingers. "Come on guys, pay up."
