Chapter 1: Introduction
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Aaron's apartment building was a grimy monolith, but his door was well-maintained, with a brass '2B' gleaming under the harsh fluorescent light. Hank rapped his knuckles against it, the sound echoing through the narrow hallway. He adjusted his package, already stirring at the thought of seeing Aaron again.
The door swung open, revealing Aaron in all his glory. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, green eyes sparkling with amusement. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and faded jeans, but the way they clung to his newly muscular frame made Hank want to rip them off.
Aaron's physique was a far cry from the lanky boy Hank remembered from next door. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, and the perfect trail of dark hair leading down his abs was a tantalizing hint of what lay beneath.
"Hank," Aaron greeted, a small smile playing on his lips. "Long time no see."
"You look... different," Hank managed, his eyes lingering on Aaron's biceps. "In a good way."
Aaron chuckled, stepping aside to let Hank in. "Thanks.
I've had some time on my hands," Aaron replied, leading Hank into the apartment. It was sparse but clean, with a distinct lack of personal touches. "Dan's already in the car. He was eager to get to the cabin."
"He's always been impatient," Hank said, following Aaron down the narrow hallway. "Like his old man."
Aaron glanced back, a smirk on his lips. "Is that so?"
Hank just grinned, his eyes roaming over Aaron's ass. He couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like in his hands, or wrapped around his cock.
Aaron caught him staring and raised an eyebrow, but Hank just laughed it off. "So, how've you been, Aaron? Besides looking like a goddamn underwear model."
Aaron chuckled, grabbing a small duffel bag from the bedroom. "I've been good, Hank. Just focusing on school and... working out." He gave Hank a sidelong glance, a hint of something mischievous in his eyes.
Hank felt a spark of curiosity. "Working out, huh? Any particular reason?"
Aaron shrugged, but there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Just felt like it was time for a change. Now, let's get going before Dan starts honking the horn."
As they stepped out of the apartment, Hank couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The weekend was shaping up to be more interesting than he'd initially thought. He followed Aaron down the stairs, his eyes drawn to the way Aaron's jeans hugged his ass. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It had been a while since he'd felt this attracted to someone, and he didn't want to come on too strong.
He'd always liked Aaron, even when he was a scrawny kid. But now, with those muscles and that smoldering look in his eyes, Hank was finding it hard to keep his thoughts PG-13.
As they approached the car, Dan leaned over and pushed open the passenger door. "Took you two long enough," he teased, his eyes flicking between them. There was a knowing glint in his gaze, and Hank wondered if his son had picked up on the tension between them.
Aaron slid into the backseat, and Hank took the passenger seat, trying to adjust himself discreetly.
Dan put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb, giving Aaron a quick glance in the rearview mirror. "How's college treating you, Aaron?"
Aaron leaned back, his eyes on the passing cityscape. "It's good. Challenging, but good. I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would."
Dan nodded, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "That's great. Dad told me you're majoring in Computer Science, right?"
"Yeah, I am," Aaron replied, his voice neutral. "What about you, Dan?
How's life been treating you?" Aaron asked, his eyes meeting Dan's in the rearview mirror. There was an intensity in his gaze that Hank had never seen before, a quiet confidence that was both intriguing and arousing.
Dan shifted in his seat, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "It's been... interesting," he said, a hint of something unreadable in his voice. "I've been keeping busy with school and work."
Hank looked between the two, feeling a strange tension in the air. He cleared his throat, trying to break the ice. "Dan's been working at this little gym downtown.
He's really taken to it," Hank interjected, hoping to steer the conversation towards safer waters. "He's been teaching some of the guys a thing or two about proper form."
Dan shot his father a quick glance, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "It's just a part-time job, Dad. Don't make it sound like I'm some kind of expert."
Aaron leaned forward, resting his elbows on the back of the front seats. "Sounds like you've found your niche, Dan.
Not many people can say they're passionate about their part-time jobs," Aaron remarked, his eyes lingering on Dan's biceps. They were impressive, even for a guy built like an offensive lineman.
Dan glanced at Aaron in the rearview mirror, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, well, it's not all glamorous. Most of the time, I'm just wiping down equipment and making sure people aren't hurting themselves."
Hank chuckled, leaning back in his seat.