Rockets Red Glare, Hearts Laid Bare

Arturo and Rohan Holiday Series

Chapter 6

Rockets Red Glare, Hearts Laid Bare

A glistening bead of sweat dripped from Rohan's furrowed brow, crossing his flushed cheek before pooling on the taut, sun-kissed skin of his bare chest. He sat at the balcony table looking at his phone wearing nothing but a pair of red Nike briefs. While I stood in the kitchen wearing a similar attire with an apron on, cooking us a meal. The weather was terrible today. We were in the middle of a nasty heatwave. For the past few days, the temperature had been in the triple digits. Luckily for me, I had air conditioning. Well until today when it broke. My landlord, already swamped with calls from other tenants, assured me that he would get repairs done immediately.

To help mitigate the intense heat while repairs were done, I placed a circular fan at the kitchen window. We could've gone to Rohan's place, but his roommate, Silas, was home. I doubt we would be able to do anything initiate with him around. Rohan told me that he didn't mind the heat and to be honest, neither did I. Mostly due to my upbringing in Mexico. A lot of my family from my mother's side lived in coastal areas. The tropical climate was nice, but when it got hot, it got hot. The humidity being the only issue I had during my summer visits.

The dish I was cooking for us was called Albondigas, a Spanish meatball soup. A common dish made during hot weather. The kitchen smelled like simmering tomatoes and cumin. Albondigas was a dish first taught to me by my abuela. At only twelve years old she brought me into the kitchen of her small cozy home in Oaxaca on a hot summer day. She told me "Albondigas are more than spicy meatballs, they're love, patience, and a little bit of magic."

I had just finished making the meatballs for the soup when Rohan walked in. He sniffed the air, "Mm, that smells good. What are you making?"

"Albondigas."

"Al-what?" he said, puzzled.

I laughed. "Albondigas," I repeated, but slow enough for him to sound it out himself. Rohan slowly spoke the word matching my pronunciation. He got it on the first try, which made me proud of him. Over the last few weeks I had been teaching him Spanish. 'Albondigas' was his lesson for the day.

"So, what is albondigas," he asked. I giggled at the sound of his accent as he said the word.

"It's a Spanish meatball soup."

"Soup?" Rohan said, bewildered, "Babe, maybe your balls aren't sweaty like mine, but it's hot as fuck. Why would you think soup would be a great idea right now?"

I smirked, stirring the pot, "Oh, Rohan, my sweaty, chiseled Adonis, these albondigas will cool your body down faster than your whining cools the room. Trust me, babe, I've got this."

Rohan chuckled, then his shock melted into affection. He stepped closer to me, his body radiating warmth as he eased behind me. His strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into a tender embrace. I could feel his bulge rub against my butt. The faint scent of his cologne infused with the savory aroma of the soup. Rohan kisses me on the neck and then rests his chin on my shoulder. His breathing briefly cools my neck, "I trust you, even if you're a hassle," his voice is a whisper filled with playful fondness. The likes that make my heart skip a beat. I lean back allowing myself to sink further into his comfort.

"Am I your favorite hassle?" I teased.

Rohan said nothing as he moved his left hand down to my butt cheek. He gave it a hard, but passionate squeeze. The intimate gesture sent blood flowing to my cock.

"You're my favorite everything," Rohan gently said. He kissed me, then slapped my ass, "I got to use the restroom."

I watched him walk away as I stirred the pot. My eyes lowered to his sweat soaked rear. Two perfectly round butt cheeks, covered in the shiny red fabric. Oh, how I loved to grab them when he fucked me missionary.

Once Rohan disappeared from view, I began to feel the dread. The dread stemmed from knowing that in a few days he would be gone. Gone where, you ask? Lake Esmeralda. A lake north of Los Angeles County. He and his family went every year for the summer. For obvious reasons I wasn't going. He still hadn't come out to his parents, which was fine by me. It takes time for someone to gather the courage to do so. Rohan was still in a young and vulnerable stage.

I felt love for Rohan, but I hadn't uttered the words to him. I felt that he needed to say it to me first. To me it felt like it would seal our relationship. That any doubt would vanish when he spoke that word to me.

Over the past few weeks, we had been starting to go out close to home. That confidence had been growing in him, which I was proud of him for. We'd go to the local malls and restaurants, hold hands and kiss, and no one would bat an eye at us.

Rohan came back just in time as the soup was ready to be served. "Grab some bowls," I said to him.

At the bottom of the bowls I placed a serving of Mexican fried rice, then using a ladle I poured the soup. To garnish, I used chopped cilantro and shredded cabbage, with a wedge of lemon, and a few slices of avocado. I was rather impressed by my plating presentation. It would've certainly impressed my abuela.

We sat outside with our food and a bottle of soda. I watched with eager eyes as Rohan dipped the spoon into the bronze soup and pulled out a meatball with some broth. His opinion was of the utmost importance to me. The spoon entered his mouth and he chewed on the food.

"Mmm, that's really good, babe. Hot, but good."

I smiled, "I'm glad you like it. Is it too salty?"

"A little."

"Yeah, I figured. I'm still working on that."

"It's good though," he grabbed the lemon and squeezed it into the soup, "So why do you guys eat hot soup during hot weather?"

"It's tradition," I said as I rolled up a tortilla. Rohan saw me do this and did the same thinking it was part of the meal. It wasn't, it was just something my abuela did when she ate soup. I dipped the tortilla into the soup, then took a bite from it. A spoonful of the soup came after. I continued my explanation, "But aside from that, it can regulate body temperature. Consuming hot liquids during the heat produces sweat which cools the body. Add a fan blowing at you or a breeze, and you'll immediately feel cooler."

"Interesting."

"On top of that, the soup provides plenty of nutrients and replenishes fluids and electrolytes lost through sweat."

"It seems you guys got it all down."

"Passed down by tradition. Wait until you get sick, I know plenty of good remedies."

Rohan and I laughed, then continued to eat our food. We discussed his upcoming trip. He told me about the lake and how important it was to him. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was excited to go. It was like a kid talking about an upcoming trip to Disneyland. The more he talked about it, however, the more I felt the dread. It was only for a few days I reminded myself.

After we ate, we laid down on the chaise outdoor lounge chair. There was a gentle breeze as I laid there in his arms. Both of our bodies were covered in sweat, but that didn't bother us.

"I'm going to miss you," I said to him.

Rohan smiled and kissed my forehead, "It will only be for a couple of days, silly."

"I know, but it hurts when you're away. Don't you feel the same way?"

Rohan didn't answer. Instead he looked off at the blue sky. Not a single cloud in the pastel blue canvas of the sky. His silence began to worry me. Did he not feel the same?

He brought my hand to his lips where he kissed the back of it, "I do feel the same," he voice trembling with each word, "but I'm not going to miss you."

The words dug into my chest like a knife. I was confused by what he was saying.

"Because I want you to come with me."

My eyes grew wide. He was inviting me to go with him to the lake. I felt happy but at the same time worried. Would I go as his boyfriend or just a friend from college?

I brought my hand to his chin, "Would I be going as your friend?" It was a genuine question. I couldn't go and be affectionate with his parents knowing.

Rohan gulped, "I'm sorry," he began to say.

I rushed to stop him, "Don't be. I would love to go with you to the lake, as a friend."

"Really?" he said, excited.

"Yes, can we share a room?" my hand traveled down his chest.

"I can arrange for that. If not, I know plenty of private places around the lake."

My hand moved down to his groin, "Oh yeah?"

We kissed.

There it was, the dread I felt about having to be separated from him was gone. Now I had the arduous task of convincing my boss to give me the time off on such a short notice. But I wasn't too worried about it, he still owed me from Christmas. When he made me wear that ugly Santa's Helper costume. But then again, that day was when I met my sweet Rohan.

The trip was only a few days away and I had a lot to do before then. One of them was to buy some clothes. I felt excited. To get away from LA, the concrete jungle, and go to a lake would be a great experience. I'd be with my man, although discreet. I'd also finally meet his parents. Perhaps if I made a good impression on his parents as a friend, it could rally some courage for Rohan to come out to his parents.

A rumble came from inside the apartment; it was the air conditioner turning on. We looked at each other relieved.

"About time" Rohan said, "Why don't we jump in the shower to wash off this sweat?"

"Only if we have fun doing it," I said, biting my lower lip.

"Fuck yeah, we will."

The days leading up to the lake trip were spent buying stuff for the trip. I didn't go to lakes and beaches often. To be honest, I don't think I have ever been to a lake. I bought some essentials and some new swim trunks. I even went out of my way to buy myself some swim briefs and got Rohan a pair as well. Just in case we had the opportunity to wear them in a private spot.

Rohan had confirmed with me that his parents were okay with me coming along. He also added that his uncle's family was going as well. Which made me a tad nervous. I was only expecting to meet his parents and sister.

I was able to get the days off after cashing in my favor with my boss. Cindy was going to provide coverage for my shift the days I was gone. Something that I knew was going to come back and bite me. But that was a problem for another day.

At the moment, I didn't care, I was going to spend some time at a lake with my Rohan.

The morning of July 3rd, I got ready and stood outside my apartment complex to wait for Rohan. I stood underneath a tree with my outfit for the trip; a blue Dodgers hat, a green tank top, and a pair of beige colored shorts. The outfit felt more suited for the beach rather than a lake, but I didn't go to lakes often to know what clothes to wear. But what did you wear to a lake? And did it even matter to Rohan or his family? I had never been to a lake, not even when I was a child growing up in Mexico. Rivers and beaches are what we went to often.

The slick and shiny blue Mustang roared as it slowed down before me. The dark tinted windows lowered to reveal my handsome boyfriend. He held a smile on his face as he stared at me, "Your ride has arrived, baby."

I put my luggage in the trunk of the car and sat inside. The first thing we did was kiss.

Rohan shifted the gear of the car and with screeching tires, we took off to the lake.

The trip would take two hours; granted with no traffic.

As we drove on the highway, we caught up with our respective weeks. Rohan had finals for his class, so he had been stressed the last couple of days. But he was confident he passed his class. While, I on the other hand, had nothing exciting. It was work and work, and nothing else. Well, I did catch up on my favorite TV show. Plus, I worked on my story, which made my week somewhat productive.

We encountered light traffic on the North 101 freeway, but remained on track to arrive within two hours. I opened a pack of beef jerky and offered some to Rohan, he grabbed a handful and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Pretty good, huh?" I said.

Rohan nodded, "Where is it from?"

"It's some fancy brand from Target," I said. Rohan drove with his left hand on the 12 o'clock position of the steering wheel while his other hand gripped the gear stick. My eyes lowered to his groin. Something I had never been able to do with a past lover was give oral while they drove. I bit my lower lip, then spoke, "It tastes great, but it's not satisfying. Perhaps there is another source of meat for me to consume."

Rohan laughed, then grinned as he knew what I referred to, "Oh yeah, well I wouldn't want to starve you from a good source of protein. Cum has protein right?"

I laughed, "Yeah, I believe so, but a small amount. Now shut up and let me play with your dick!"

Rohan kept his eyes on the road as my hand moved to his groin, rubbing it like a Genie lamp.

"Have you ever received a blowjob while driving?"

He shook his head and glanced at the rear view mirror.

"You think you could concentrate while getting one?" the question was genuine, the last thing I wanted to do was cause us to crash.

Rohan smiled, "Of course, I can baby."

The large cock pressed against his pants desiring an escape from its confinement. I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached over with both hands to undo his belt, then his pants. The throbbing cock strained his briefs, pulling the fabric taut against the tip. I pulled on the elastic waistband and his cock sprung out. Despite seeing it so many times, I always felt amazed seeing it.

"Pay attention to the road," I ordered Rohan.

Rohan didn't respond, instead he gasped as I lowered my head and took his cock into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the tip and between the slit, while my lips wrapped around the shaft. Slowly, I moved my head up and down making sure my tongue remained on the sensitive tip. Soft moans fled Rohan's mouth as he succumbed to the pleasure.

I felt his hand gently cradle the back of my head, his touch both tender and guiding. I felt the slow but deliberate slide of his cock into my throat, stirring a quiet heat with. My throat yielded softly to his large phallus, each moment pulsing with a shared, unspoken trust.

Rohan moaned, while the engine revved. His cock, ensconced in my throat, felt a gentle but stimulating massage from the warm, wet muscles of my throat. Saliva dripped from the edge of my lips as I held the cock in my throat. A deep breath came from Rohan, then he released me.

The long thick cock left my mouth. With a loose grip, I stroked my boyfriend's cock as I came up to him for a kiss.

"Don't crash," I teased.

Rohan simply grinned and pushed my head back down. The cock reentered my mouth and this time he guided the movement. He held a tight grip on the back of my neck as he moved my head up and down. My tongue swirled around the shaft and tip. More moans left his mouth as I grew closer to climax. He pressed down once more and the cock filled the gaps of my throat. I gagged but that didn't stop him. He held me down for a lengthy duration, but I loved every moment of it. His moans and grunts gave me fuel. I loved knowing that I could make him make those sounds.

Rohan loosened his grip to allow me to take over.

My right hand wrapped around the soaked shaft and stroked him in a twisting motion. He moaned as my tongue and lips pleasured the sensitive tip. The combined pleasure caused him to moan more and more. Each moan getting deeper as he drew closer to climax.

"Babe, I'm close..." his voice fell to a whisper.

Rohan grunted as his body jerked. The first shot of cum splattered into my throat, then the rest followed. A hefty amount of cum filled my mouth. Some of it dripped into my throat. The hefty gooey load tasted so good. It was sweet. When the last shot came, I licked his cock clean, making sure to suck out every last drop from his hole.

We kissed and then I tucked his cock back into his underwear. Hopefully later I will see it again. I sat back in my seat and giggled from what had just happened.

"Born to Raise Hell," By Motorhead played on the radio. Rohan raised the dial, "I love this song." He then began to sing along to the song.

I smiled as I watched my boyfriend headbang.

The Mustang roared along the winding dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust that swirled in the rearview mirror. I leaned against the glass, my breath fogging briefly as the lake came into view. My eyes widened at the slate-blue water, its surface catching the afternoon sun. Beyond the shore, a dense wall of pine trees stood tall, their dark green needles bristling against the sky like a jagged crown.

As we slowed, the crunch of the gravel under the tires grew louder. We passed by a few houses and a small town square littered with people. Half a mile past the town I saw the lakeside home Rohan cherished deeply. The two-story home sat on the edge of the lake. It even had a dock with a boat parked next to it. In the stone-pathed driveway, I saw black SUV belonging to his mom parked.

Rohan parked behind her and we stepped out. Immediately, I felt the cool breeze on my skin. A complete contrast to the scorching city of Los Angeles. Tall, thick trees surrounded the home, proving never ending shade. Rohan looked around as if he were looking for something, but before I could ask, the wooden door to the house opened. His parents walked out to the porch.

As we walked towards them, I noticed Rohan's hand tremble. Why was he nervous? We meant to be friends, not lovers, before them.

On the porch, Rohan's mom said, "Oh my little, Ro! You're here," Rohan hugged his mom, then introduced me to her, "Mom, this my friend Arturo."

I smiled and we shook hands, "A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Flynn," she carried her current husband's last name.

"The pleasure is mine, Arturo. And please, call me Lauren," she insisted.

Lauren radiated a joyful personality, like one you'd find in a beloved mother from a family sitcom. Her golden hair, trimmed into a chic bob, framed her face with a soft glow. Her infectious smile clearly was passed down to Rohan.

Next came Rohan's stepfather, "Hola, Arturo," we shook hands, "The name is Patrick, but Pat for short."

Pat possessed a strong, athletic build, reminiscent of a college football player in his prime. His pale skin, much like Lauren's, contrasted with his crystal blue eyes. I felt the firm grip of his handshake.

"A pleasure. Thank you for welcoming me to your beautiful home," I said.

"You're welcome, Arturo," Lauren said to me, then turned to Rohan, "Oh, Rohan, your sister is running late."

Rohan looked relieved and I noticed his hand stopped shaking. My curiosity piqued. What could've happened between the two?

Lauren and Rohan talked as they entered the house while Pat and I followed behind them. Pat said to me, "Have you ever gone jet skiing?"

I shook my head, "No, never."

He gave my shoulder a light squeeze, "Perfect! Rohan rides well. He'll take you on a ride; you'll love it!"

"Oh he's taken me on plenty of rides," I thought to

myself.

Once inside, Pat and Lauren gave me the tour of the house. She told me that the house was built in the 1960s by Rohan's grandfather. For generations now, the house had been passed down through a male heir. With his late father, Ronan, the first time I heard his name, it meant Rohan was the owner of the house. Rohan, a 23 year old, already owned a house. The house was spacious and the walls were made of wood, which gave it that cabin feel. Windows ran along the wall of the house that faced the lake granting you a breathtaking view, but to me, it lacked privacy.

What if you were going down on your man and someone on a boat saw you? I laughed at myself for the thought. Maybe it could be something Rohan and I do in the future.

The tour ended on the second floor in front of Rohan's bedroom. His parents excused themselves to go to the grocery store down the road.

"With them, gone, do you wanna see my bedroom?" Rohan said, excited.

I nodded.

Rohan opened the door. We walked into the rather spacious room, its airy expanse reflecting the rest of the house. The bedroom held the essentials, a king-size bed, a flat-screen TV, a dresser, and a table by the door. It felt like a fancy hotel room. Two doors to the balcony stood wide open, letting a cool breeze flow in.

A beautiful view.

Rohan ran down stairs to get the luggage. When he returned I stood on the balcony. He approached me and asked, "So what do you think?"

"It's beautiful, Rohan. But to be honest, this house reminds me of one of the hotels from the White Lotus."

Rohan laughed, "Yeah, I can see that. But don't worry, babe, there won't be a murder; there hasn't been a murder here in a few years."

"A few? Oh, that's assuring."

Rohan stood behind me with his hands around my waist, his chin rested on my shoulder, "I see why you like it up here so much," I said, enjoying his embrace.

"It's more than just a beautiful view, Arturo. It's home. It's memories... with my dad," his voice filled with emotion. I placed my hand on his arm for comfort and listened, "I always intended for you to come with me to the lake. I just didn't know how to ask you. It felt like a big step. My goal is to make new memories with you."

Tears rushed to my eyes, "I'm glad to be here with you to make new memories."

We kissed.

"There's a lot to do here, by the way," Rohan said.

"I bet. Your step-father told me you ride well on the jet ski."

Rohan smiled, "Yeah, I loved jet skiing. It's so much fun. I know you'll like it," he broke the embrace and spun me around, "but there is something I wanna do first."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Actually, it's not a want, more of a need," Rohan grinned. "My parents are gone and I kind of owe you for that wonderful blowjob that almost made us crash."

"Crash?" I spat out.

"I'm messing with you," we kissed.

"What if they come home early?" I cautioned.

"Relax, they won't. My mom will probably run into one of her old friends and start catching up. Trust me, one time we spent two hours in that store. I was a child bored to death, stuck listening to my mom talk to Susan Abernathy about her new marriage."

"Question, is Susan still in that marriage?"

"Divorced. Now shut up and let me make love to you."

Rohan's hands moved down my body. Our body temperatures quickly rose. He gripped my thighs and lifted me up. We kissed as he carried me to the bed. Gently, he lowered me onto the mattress where I felt him pepper my body with kisses. My cock grew erect in my shorts. He lifted my shirt and kissed my flat stomach as his hands undid my pants. I moaned when his hand brushed up against my cock.

Rohan settled on his knees between my legs and opened my underwear. My hardened and moist cock filled his hands as he held it in a light grip. He gave it a few strokes, then I gazed at him as he lowered his head. The cock slid into his warm, wet mouth.

I moaned as the pleasure quickly washed over me. Rohan moved his tongue around the tip, causing me to shake from the intense pleasure. His hand gently stroked the base of my cock. Moans escaped my mouth as he lowered his head until he gagged, then he raised his head.

Rohan returned to bobbing his head up and down. My hand rested on the back of his head. His soft hair felt good against my fingers.

My body tensed when my cock entered his throat once more. I grunt and grip the back of his head as I felt the pleasure from his throat muscles. The gentle lathered massage his throat gave me sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. "I'm close," I muttered.

I let go of his head, and he pulled my cock out of his mouth. His face is red as a tomato. He moves up and we kiss while continuing to stroke my cock.

Rohan pulls off my shorts and briefs, then lifts my legs. My eyes roll back as I feel his tongue against my hole. I loved that Rohan learned to rim me. To assist him, I held my thighs up. This allowed him to continue to stroke my cock.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over my body. His tongue work amplified my moaning tenfold. Each moan grew louder and louder. Thankfully his parents weren't home, otherwise I'd fear they would hear my pleasure filled moans. Rohan's hand stroked my cock in a twisting motion adding the already overwhelming pleasure. Although he stroked slowly, the pleasure was immense and I was coming close to climax.

I moaned and my body jerked. The first explosion of cum came. It splattered all over my stomach, unbeknownst to Rohan, whose face was buried between my cheeks. The immense pleasure had denied me the opportunity to warn him. I released the rest of my load and Rohan finally noticed.

"Oops, I hoped for the load to be in my mouth," he said.

"Well," I began to say, but I was interrupted by the voice of his mother.

"Rohan, we're home!" she said from down stairs.

Our eyes grew wide and looked at each other as if we were caught doing something bad. Which we kind of were. "You said..." I said, ready to scold him.

"I know!" He shrugged, "I hoped they would have taken longer."

"I have cum all over my stomach."

"Then go take a shower."

"Wouldn't that be strange to them?"

"You're overthinking it. Just go take a shower; I'll tell them you shit yourself or something."

I pushed him off me, "Really? Shit myself, Rohan?"

He laughed, "or something! Less arguing, more showering!"

I rolled my eyes and went to the restroom to shower.

After the shower, I put on my new outfit. A white Polo shirt my mother had bought me for Christmas and navy blue Chino shorts. I stood in front of the mirror and checked myself out, then reached for my phone on the nightstand. A picture sat on the nightstand. I picked it up and wiped the thin layer of dust off. Rohan's dad sat under a tall tree with a young Rohan on his lap in the picture. I couldn't get over the strong resemblance Rohan had of his father.

"I was four years old in that picture," Rohan said, startling me.

I turned to see him in the doorway, "You guys are like twins."

Rohan gave a wistful smile, "I get that a lot," He approached me and looked at my outfit, "You look beautiful, by the way."

The compliment warmed me.

"Come on, Patrick is starting the grill," he grabbed my hand. I put the picture back and we walked down stairs to the deck.

Rohan's mom stood over the table as she set it up.

"Oh, Arturo, how are you feeling, hun?" she said to me.

Puzzled, I said, "huh?"

Lauren pulled out a bottle of Pepto from her bag and handed it to me, "Rohan told me you had the runs," the last word came out as a whisper.

Mrs. Flynn turned away to grab something while I turned to Rohan who had been looking away. I smacked his shoulder.

"Ouch!" he cried.

"Really? I thought you would come up with a better excuse!" I whispered.

"What? I'm sorry. It all happened so fast," he laughed.

I thanked his mom, despite feeling tons of embarrassment. Rohan and I helped her finish setting up the table, then we sat down to talk while Patrick cooked the food. A nice breeze flowed through bringing the wonderful scent of the trees. It felt so good to be outside. The nice warm weather added to the experience.

Lauren poured us some lemonade then sat down, "Oh, Rohan, your sister Elanor, is running a little late. She'll be here tonight."

Rohan gave his mother a small nod, a faint smile flickering as his shoulders relaxed.

He seldom spoke about his sister, Elanor. I didn't even know her name until now. Never did I ask about her, although the curiosity did plagued me. To be honest, I feared to even ask. Clearly something had happened between the two for Rohan to feel this way about her. One day he will tell me.

Patrick came back with the cooked food and placed it on the table. Lauren quickly stood up to grab plates. While she did so, I grabbed a pitcher of lemonade and said to Rohan, "Would you like some more, Hon..." I cut myself off immediately when I realized what I was about to say. My heart skipped a beat, "Homie... I mean homie. Would you like some more lemonade?"

Rohan placed his hand over his mouth to cover his laugh. Lauren stood within earshot but said nothing. Her focus was held up by the setting of the table. But the worry of her hearing me lingered in me, causing my pulse to quicken. She turned away to grab for something and I kicked Rohan in the leg.

I poured him some lemonade and we sat down to eat. The spread looked delicious. Grilled duck with a potato salad and corn salad. Some grilled links were also on the menu. I hadn't had food like this in a while.

After we ate, we stayed outside to talk. I enjoyed being with Rohan's family, they were quite welcoming.

Lauren's phone rang and she quickly answered it. She spoke for a few minutes, her voice filled with sadness. When she hung up she announced that her brother wouldn't be coming to the lake due to one of Rohan's cousin's getting sick. To be honest, I felt relieved by the news. Meeting his parents felt like a monumental moment already, the rest would just be overwhelming.

"Rohan," said Patrick standing up, "Why don't you give your friend Arturo a ride on the jet ski? The water's nice."

Rohan turned to me and said, "You want to?"

"Yeah, that would be awesome, bro."

"Bro?" Rohan mouthed.

"Perfect, I'll get you guys some vests. Be right back," Patrick said.

"It is nice out, perhaps while you boys are out, Patrick and I will go for a hike on the trail. Hopefully by then your sister will arrive."

Rohan flashed a smile and Lauren frowned. She opened her mouth to speak but Patrick interrupted when he returned with the vests, "Here you go boys. Best to change into some swimwear."

Rohan stood up and grabbed them, "Thank you, Patrick. That's what we'll do. Come on, Arturo."

Inside Rohan's bedroom we got undressed. Rohan stood in his briefs when I pulled from my bag the speedo I bought him, then tossed it to him. He caught it and held up the white pearl white speedo with a gold lace with a raised eyebrow, "Oh? I don't think I can wear this," he said, bemused.

"What? I thought you wore speedos when you were on the swim team?" I teased.

"Yeah, on the high school swim team."

I chewed my lower lip, "I'd love for you to wear them, for me," I pressured.

Rohan looked as if he were about to say no, but decided to put them on.

I sat on the bed as Rohan tugged down his briefs, the sunlight cast a soft glow on his sculpted body. The shadows highlighting his muscles. A physique maintained by his frequent trips to the gym and various sports he competed in over the years. I traced the familiar planes of his form, from the broad sweep of his shoulders to the taut definition of his lower back, where that familiar V shape dug into the waistband of his underwear.

Rohan stepped out of the briefs and tossed them on the bedside. He knew he had an audience. It felt as if time slowed down as Rohan put on leg at a time into the speedo, then the material slid up his calves; calves that flexed with every subtle shift, their curves built on the countless hours on the track and in the water. The speedo hugged Rohan's thighs, the material stretched against his thick quads. The speedo stretched taut around his hips, clinging to the contours of his body, like a second skin. Rohan turned to show me his rear. The speedo hugged his sculpted glutes, then he faced me. His bulge, large, protruded out to me as if it were calling to me to get on my knees.

I put my hand forward with the intent to touch it but Rohan grabbed my wrist, stopping me from making contact. With his index finger, he said, "Nope, not yet. Put on your suit and let's go, homie."

My smile fell from my face at the word 'homie' reminding me of my awkward mistake from earlier. "Fine."

I stood up and changed into my sea blue speedos.

Once in our speedos, we took some pictures in the mirror then put on our vests with nothing under. We went down stairs and noticed right away that his parents had left, and Rohan's worries about them seeing us in Speedos vanished. "See, you were worried about nothing," I said.

"Shut up and let's go, homie!" Rohan said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the shore.

The jet ski moved swiftly on the surface of the water like a snake moving through grass. I held a tight grip around Rohan's waist. The engine trembled between my legs as the jet ski shot through the lake's surface like a knife.

"Hold on!" Rohan urged, banking sharply. The jet ski tilted, spraying us with water. I laughed as the thrill took over. I looked ahead as my boyfriend expertly maneuvered the swift vehicle on the crystal blue waters.

The jet ski jumped as we hit a small wave, lifting us up into the sky for a few seconds. "Hijo de su madre!" I spat out in Spanish, as my grip tightened. Rohan let out a loud and wild laugh. He slowed the vehicle to a stop. The jet ski bobbed gently, surrounded by the lake's calm waters. I loosened my grip and leaned forward, resting my chin on his wet shoulder. It smelled nice. The quiet and calm environment felt suited for both of us. Two lovers in the middle of a lake basking in the sunlight and the gentle cool winds.

I pinched the side of Rohan's stomach, "You almost gave me a heart attack back there."

"Ouch!" he cried. Rohan turned to me with a grin on his face, "Never, baby. I just wanted you to have a good time."

"I am, but this isn't Wave Race '64."

"Okay, I'll be more cautious, homie," he said softly, his voice filled with playful sincerity. Rohan leaned in for a kiss that tasted like lake water. My heart skipped a beat.

The engine revved as I felt the anticipation, "But, I wanna show you something."

With an eyebrow raised and tingling nerves from excitement and trust, I said, "As long as we don't die on the way there" My tone half-teasing, half daring him to surprise me.

"We won't die..." the engine revved again, "Probably."

Before I could respond, the jet darted forward. I held a tight grip on his waist as the wind roared. The lake blurred around us as the excitement let loose from me, "Woo!" I screamed.

Rohan joined me in the excitement screaming. The two of us, together on this beautiful lake, something I wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

The jet ski slowed as we reached a narrow channel. We glided on the water until a curtain of weeping willow branches parted before us. Rohan trembled, while I gasped as we entered a hidden cove. It felt as if we were transported to a secret world enclosed by the willow tree leaves that hung just over the water. The air felt cooler here and the scent was earthy and damp. The sun filtered through in soft, golden patches.

Rohan cut the engine and the jet ski drifted towards a mossy bank. He hopped off first, then helped me onto the shore. As Rohan tied the jet ski to a log, I looked around. I felt the cold wet floor of the cove as I walked around.

"This was my parent's secret place," Rohan said, his voice soft and filled with emotion. He led me to a willow tree trunk where two sets of initials laid, 'R+L' They looked weathered, but remained visible. "They'd come here often to get away from the world. Just the two of them."

I traced the letters with my fingers. His voice full of emotion now, "They'd talk, laugh, plan their future. It's a special place in their heart."

"It's a beautiful place, Rohan," I said, taking in the scenery.

Rohan brought me here for a reason. My heart began to beat faster when he called my name, "Arturo."

Slowly, I turned to him, his beautiful emerald eyes shimmered in the sunlight like the Emerald City. He placed a towel on the ground next to me and took my hands and spoke softly, "I brought you here," I could feel his rampant pulse through his hands, "Because I love you."

My heart stopped then surged. The warmth spread through my body.

"I've felt this way for a while now, Arturo. I just wanted to find the right time and place."

"Rohan," I said with a lump in my throat, "I love you too."

I stepped closer and our lips met for a slow and deep kiss. It felt as if the world faded around us, leaving us alone with the willows and the lake.

Rohan's hands reached for the zipper of my vest and pulled it down. I felt the heat between us. He removed his vest and we embraced each other as we continued to kiss. He then lowered me onto the blanket.

I lay on the blanket as we kissed, Rohan is on top of me. Our hardened cocks pressed up against the fabric of our swimwear. The willow tree branches shield us as our kissing grows urgent and our hands begin to explore each other's bodies.

Rohan pulls off his speedo, then helps me remove mine. My legs bend and I can feel the tip of his hardened cock against my hole. The kissing never stops as he slides his long thick inside me.

My hands gripped the taut skin of his back as he moved his hips in a slow rhythm. Our tongues lather against one another inside our mouths. My moans flew into his mouth as he continues to thrust, driving his cock deeper inside me.

"I love you," Rohan said, out of breath.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and said, "I love you too," it felt good to finally say it.

Rohan's hips moved faster. The kissing got intense. I felt the love between us. Rohan, my soulmate. The large cock slid inside of me. I felt the pleasure surge throughout my body. Our moans, loud and passionate, reached the sky.

My hands were glued to Rohan's toned butt cheeks as his body shuddered. His moans turned to grunts. We stared into each other's eyes as he came. He grunted and the initial load spilled inside me. We kissed as he emptied the rest into my tight hole. The love, the bond, the trust was all there between us.

We had fuck many times, but this time, it felt different. It was different. It was love making.

After, we laid on the towel in our speedos. My head rested on his chest with his arm over my shoulder. We stared up at the sky which filtered through the willow tree leaves. At that moment, I felt at peace. The whole world, gone.

"Remember the first time we met?" Rohan said, softly.

"How could I not?" I said.

"You muttered under your breath, 'I hope you choke on those chips'"

Guilt panged my chest, "I remember. You were being a colossal homophobic jerk."

Rohan laughed, "I was. I was angry, remember?"

My hold tightened around his chest. I never wanted this to end. "I do. Thank you for bringing me here."

"Thank you for coming," he said, "For real though, I couldn't figure out where I could say it to you. I wanted it to be special."

"Say what?" I teased.

He grinned, "to say, 'I love you, Arturo.'"

"I love you too, Rohan."

We kissed.

We stayed in each other's arms for a bit longer, then we got up. The uneven mossy ground got uncomfortable after a while. Rohan went to the jet ski to retrieve something then came back with a switchblade. He dug into the willow tree trunk, 'R+' next to his parent's letters. He handed me the blade, "You're next."

I grabbed the blade and etched my letter into the trunk.

"R+A" was inscribed onto the trunk.

"Now, you can't dump me," Rohan jokes.

I laughed, then we kissed.

We went back to the jet ski, but before I could get on, Rohan shoved me into the water. He jumped in right after me, "jerk!" I yelled, splashing water on him.

"It's a precaution, so my parents know we went in the water," Rohan said.

"A little warning next time."

"So you're saying there is a next time?"

I smirked and splashed water on his face.

After a few minutes in the water, we got back on the jet ski and drove back to the lake house.

Rohan's parents were home and noticed the speedo we wore, but said nothing, instead they just complimented us. I wondered if they had suspicions about us.

We took a shower, then went down to have dinner with his parents. No mention of the speedos, just talking about our respective trips and some stories from the parents. When it was all said and done, Rohan and I went to the bedroom and climbed into bed. We cuddled with the lights off. The bright blue moon beamed into the bedroom.

"I love you, baby," he said.

We had slept together many nights but tonight was different. He loved me, "I love you too, goodnight, Rohan."

The next morning we ate breakfast and went with his parents to the town square. Rohan showed me around while his parents spoke with the locals. The beautiful place fits well with the lake's scenic view. It felt good to be away from the dense city of Los Angeles.

When we got home, Lauren had gone inside and Patrick asked Rohan if he could help him get some wood for the fire later tonight. Rohan turned to me and whispered, "You wanna come?"

I shook my head, "My feet hurt from all the walking. You go."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, make sure to gather a big faggot," I joked.

Rohan looked at me puzzled, "Faggot? The heck?"

"The original meaning of the word is a bundle of sticks."

"Oh, I see. I'll bring you back a big faggot!" he snickered.

I went inside and saw Lauren bring out vegetables for tonight's dinner and began to cut them. I offered her assistance and she accepted, and I began to chop the veggies.

"So your mom taught you how to cook, Arturo?" she said, filling a pot with water.

"Yes, but I learned a lot from my grandma. I spent a lot of my summers in Mexico with her."

"Oh, that sounds lovely. My mother passed away before Rohan was born. He grew up with my father before I married Patrick. He learned a lot from my pops."

"That's sweet. I don't have a good relationship with my grandpa, because of my sexuality."

She rested her hand on my shoulders for comfort, "Oh, I'm so sorry my dear. The older generation just don't understand and it's harder for them to accept it."

Lauren brought the water to a boil and tossed the potatoes into the pot, then covered it.

"Arturo," she said, her voice serious, "How long have you known my son?"

I felt puzzled by the question, but I had an obligation to answer her, "Since December, why do you ask?"

"It's just, Rohan had never brought anyone over to the lake. Not his friends, not even a girlfriend. So I am intrigued as to why he would bring you."

That would be quite alarming and I see why she asked me in the first place. I had a feeling that Lauren knew about me and Rohan, but what would be her reaction if I confirmed her suspicions?

"I think I know why though," she said, calmly.

I raised an eyebrow. How did she even know? We had done our best to hide it. There was that one slip up, but I doubt that could be enough evidence to conclude we were dating. If she knew, would it ruin Rohan's coming out?

Lauren noticed my hand shaking and placed her hand on mine. Like a mother's touch, my nerves calmed. I felt that telling her wouldn't be so bad.

"Arturo, are you dating my son?" She said softly.

There was no point in lying to her, "Yes. Rohan and I have been dating for half a year now."

Water filled her eyes and she smiled, "Well, I'd do admit, I never thought Rohan would be dating a man. But you seem very special and dear to him. I mean, you're here! No one else has come to the lake other than family. If he loves you, then I do to, Arturo."

"That's sweet, Lauren. I love your son too. But I have to ask, it doesn't bother you that he is with a man?"

She shook her head, "I did find it odd at first that he was being so close with you. He has been close with his friends, but you seemed a step further. I had my suspicions, but I felt I couldn't judge. And to be honest, if my son is in love with you, I cannot stop him. All I can do is support him. He lost his father at a very young age and I've done my best to support both of my children. As a mother, I have to accept my son for who he is. It's what the Lord would want me to do."

"If only the Lord would influence my father that way," I spat out.

She cupped my cheek, "Give him time. I know deep down inside he supports you. It's just harder for some men," she took a sip from her lemonade, "But I am glad you were honest with me. I already knew because this morning I went to Rohan's room and to my surprise, I saw you both in bed in each other's arms. I found it heartwarming."

"I'm glad that Rohan is going to come out to a supporting family."

We hugged.

I felt happy for Rohan. All his fears and pressure about coming out would vanish soon.

Lauren and I finished preparing the food and headed down to the shore where we found Rohan and Patrick by the grill. The two had come back. Lauren went to talk to Patrick while I spoke with Rohan.

"How was it with my mother?" He said.

I smiled, "It was fun. We cut the vegetables."

"Nothing else?"

I bit my lower lip, "Why are you so worried? Fine, she showed me your baby pictures where you're butt naked."

Rohan's cheeks flushed red, "Why did I ask?"

Patrick started the fire while Lauren and I set up the table. The sun had begun it's descent and fireworks had shot up to the sky.

Laurent and I sat down as we watched our boys stand by the fire. I could barely hear what they were saying. But the conversation turned to laughter and roughhousing. Rohan shoved Patrick who returned and grabbed Rohan in an arm lock.

The boys were laughing. I leaned forward but was stopped by Lauren, "Relax they do this every time. Just watch."

Rohan slipped out of Patrick's grip and the two began to wrestle on the sand.

"Rohan's father, Ronan, wrestled in college. It's how he and Patrick met, rivals from opposing schools turned best friends. They would wrestle each other on the mat numerous times."

"Wait, Patrick was your husband's rival?"

She nodded, "Yes. At the time Ronan and I had been dating for a few years now, since sophomore year of high school. Their last wrestling match was held at a championship. Ronan's final opponent for the gold? Patrick. Ronan won of course and did the unbelievable and proposed to me on the mat."

"That's beautiful."

Patrick grabbed Rohan from behind and lifted him off his feet, then planted him on the sand. Patrick's body lay atop of Rohan as he attempted to escape the hold.

"It's common for wrestlers to fall in love."

"You wrestled?"

"Yup, there was a time when I wore a singlet. Ronan and I would wrestle all the time. I tried to get Rohan into wrestling, but my little Ro held more interest in swimming and running. He always had an affinity to speed; swimming, running, driving fast. He loves the adrenaline."

I watched as Rohan struggled to get out of his step-father's hold.

Lauren's phone buzzed and she picked it up, reading the text, "That's a shame. Eleanor isn't coming."

Part of me wanted to ask why Rohan had issues with his sister, but I decided against it. Perhaps it wasn't the place to ask something like that. I know she accepted me, but that felt too personal. Rohan would tell me one day.

Rohan finally yielded to his step-father and Patrick broke the hold, he stood up and put his hand out to his step-son. Accepting defeat, Rohan grabbed the hand. Patrick went back to meaning the grill while my defeated Rohan came and sat down next to me. I handed him a drink and patted his shoulder, "There, there."

Rohan smirked, "Very funny."

When the food finished we sat down to eat at the table on the shore. We all closed our eyes as Lauren said grace. Something I hadn't been a part of in years. Surrounded by fireworks and Rohan's loving family, we ate.

The table was filled with your 4th of July staples, burgers, franks, ribs, potato salad, baked beans and corn on the cob.

The tip of the sun sat just below the horizon. The sky, once a light blue, turned dark with a hint of orange from the fading sun. Loud bangs went off around us as fireworks shot up into the sky and exploded into vibrant colorful sparks. A half eaten blueberry pie sat on the plate on my lap when Rohan turned to me. His parents sat a few feet away from us unaware of their son's upcoming actions. I gripped his hand for comfort.

I could see it on his face, the dread, the fear, the excitement. My sweet Rohan was about to do it, finally.

Rohan stood up and went to his parents. "Mom," he said to Lauren, "Dad," he said, turning to Patrick. The pair, fully invested in what their son had to say, gave Rohan their undivided attention.

Rohan looked at me for a brief moment, then turned back to his parents. His hand shook as he spoke, "I have something to tell you."

"What is it, son?" said Patrick.

The nervousness left his body after he took a deep breath, then he spoke with confidence, "I'm bisexual," the words spilling out faster than he meant, "and Arturo... he's not my friend. He's my boyfriend."

For a moment, there was silence. Only the loud bangs of the fireworks could be heard. Lauren pursed her lips then smiled. She rose to her feet and hugged her son, "Oh, my little Ro, I'm so proud of you."

Patrick stood up as well and hugged Rohan, "I'm with your mom, Rohan. I support you. We support you."

"Really?" Rohan stepped back in shock, "But, I'm with a man. We're cath..."

Lauren stopped Rohan from talking, "Honey, you're my son. I will love you no matter what you are. Besides, I see you have someone who truly cares for you."

"Wait, you knew?" Rohan said in shock.

"Well, I put two and two together. You don't bring over to the lake and you two were in bed together. Plus, the affection is there no matter how hard you try to hide it."

Patrick's eyes widened, "Oh? I must be oblivious because I didn't even think about it. I was on the wrestling team, guys would be intimate with each other all the time in a joking way. But I'll tell you this now, buddy, I like Arturo. You found yourself a wonderful guy."

Rohan exhaled, the heavy weight finally lifting from his shoulders. "Thank you, both. I love you guys," the family hugged.

Patrick waved to me to join in the family hug. It felt good to be part of an accepting family like Rohan's. They truly cared about him.

I grabbed Rohan's hand and we kissed. His mother had tears running down her mouth, "Oh, I love you two so much. I'm happy and I know if your father were here, he would be happy for you too. He loved you no matter what, Rohan."

With tears in his eyes, Rohan said, "Thank you mom. I am happy and in love with my, Archurro."

I rolled my eyes, "I forgot about that nickname, Ro."

We kissed again.

When the sun finally fell into its slumber, we drove out on the boat to the middle of the lake. Other boats were nearby, each with friends and family, just like ours. The dark sky above us illuminated with the bright and colorful fireworks.

"Happy 4th of July," Rohan said to me.

"Happy 4th of July, my love," I said back to him.

We kissed and said, "I love you," to each other.

I would never tire of him saying that to me.

At two in the morning fireworks continued to go off here and there, yet the night remained calm. The two of us lay on the outdoor patio couch in just our briefs. My body wrapped around his as he played with my hair. His gentle breathing raised and lowered my head. The smoke from the fireworks acted like a veil, which caused the moon's light to be hazy.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I loved it," I said.

"Thank you for coming, Arturo. Thank you for supporting me."

I raised my head and our eyes met, "Always, mi amor."

Our lips met for a kiss.

I turned onto my back with his arm still around my neck. The night looked beautiful despite the hazy moon. "So, why didn't you become a wrestler like your dad?"

Rohan smiled, "I thought it was gay."

I gently rubbed my elbow against his stomach, "That's funny coming from the guy who ate my ass out yesterday."

Rohan laughed, "People change, Archurro."

"I think you'd look hot in a singlet," I teased.

"You'd look hot in one too. We could be tag-team partners. Ro and Archurro."

We laughed and kissed.

"I love you," we said in unison.