CHAPTER 2
The three vans, two of them camper vans hired by Finn and Greg, Robbie and Simon and Jackson's blue work van, were parked, end to end, on the road. They had decided their direction, the roads they would take heading south and west, but had agreed not to try and travel in convoy.
Jackson jumped into the driving seat and pulled his seat belt across his body, clicking it into place.
"Ready?" he asked, grinning across at Aaron, letting his hand rest briefly on his boyfriend's leg.
"Ready!" agreed Aaron. He picked up their road atlas, opening it at the page that had Hotton in the top, left hand corner. In a few hours they would have travelled over four or five pages, over a couple of hundred miles, maybe more. It didn't matter, the days of their holiday stretched before, unplanned and full of promise.
In front of them, the first camper van, Robbie and Simon's, pulled away from the curb; Finn and Greg's van followed. Jackson turned the key, bringing the engine quickly to life. Briefly he leant across towards Aaron, swiftly planting a kiss on his lips, taking him by surprise.
"This is it then," he said, his dark eyes alive with excitement. "Now the holiday has really begun!"
The motorways were tedious, busy with cars, lorries by the dozen and caravans and camper vans, the summer holiday season was in full swing. Jackson and Aaron had lost sight of the other two vans even before they left Hotton, but it didn't matter, they knew where they were heading, they all had phones to keep in touch and had agreed to drive for a good couple of hours before their first stop. Besides, they were on holiday, what was the rush?
The busy road took them south and west; in the long discussions during the weeks and months after the idea had been born they had endlessly considered destinations, discussed at length the best time to go knowing it was madly busy in the south west corner of England during the peak holiday period but deciding that was where they wanted to go anyway. Now here they were, at the beginning of the summer with the sun blazing warmly down on them and the forecast full of promise.
They had stopped once, pulling into a motorway service area only to swap over, Aaron jumping into the driving seat leaving Jackson in charge of the music, the map, the sweeties and their phones. They had been seeing signs for the west for an hour before one of the phones chirped into life. Jackson took the call, scrabbling for the map as he spoke.
"Junction 13, then a right after a mile or so," he said, tracing the route on the map with his finger. "Left after another couple of miles - yes I see where you are." He paused; listening to the instructions from whichever of their friends was calling.
"I don't think we're too far behind you," he said, "so probably fifteen, twenty minutes until we get there. Get the kettle on!" He clicked to disconnect the call.
"What's happening?" asked Aaron without taking his eyes from the busy motorway.
"The guys want to stop for a coffee," explained Jackson. "Where are we? Have we passed junction twelve yet?"
"The last was eleven a minute or two ago," said Aaron.
"Should be less than ten miles then," said Jackson, checking the distance on the map
In a very short time they had passed junction twelve and in almost no time the countdown signs for the next junction began to appear.
It was less than twenty minutes later when they pulled up behind the other two vans in a large lay by. Finn was sitting on the step of his van, Robbie and Simon standing close, talking to him. There was no sign of Greg.
"He's phoning a pub a few miles away," explained Finn as Aaron and Jackson joined them. "He was looking online as I drove and reckons they've got a field beside them where they let vans stay overnight. Would you be okay if we didn't go much further tonight? We had an early start, getting kinda tired now."
"Course," replied Aaron. "Where's this coffee you said would be on the go then?"
"Right here," said Greg, appearing in the doorway behind Finn, two mugs carefully clutched in each hand. "Pass them over, Finn." He waited while Finn turned and took the mugs in turn, passing them on. Greg turned back into the van for the last two mugs, his own and Finn's, before leaning against the doorframe, sipping his coffee as he continued speaking.
"Apparently it's just a field, no electric hook-ups or anything although there's a loo and shower at the pub that's available to use. It's about six miles from here."
"Sounds fine," said Robbie, glancing across at Simon. They had been looking forward to getting away; it had been a busy few months for both of them but anticipating this holiday had kept them going. And now they were here and it was only the first day, Robbie smiled. Understanding, sharing his feelings, Simon smiled back.
With their coffee finished, they set off again, in convoy this time, down the small country road, Finn and Greg's van in the lead. It took only a matter of minutes, a few twists and turns of the road and they had covered the handful of miles to the small, picturesque village.
The pub was easy to find, in the centre of the main street opposite the church, the age-old conjunction of the saintly and the secular. They pulled into the large car park and Greg opened the passenger door of their van, jumping down, he began to walk towards the entrance to the pub.
"Hold on!" called Robbie, jumping down from the second van. "I'll come with you."
They disappeared from view. Finn left his van and moved to stand at the open window of the blue van; Jackson had been driving and now Finn leant on the sill, peering in.
"Looks a nice little place," he said, nodding towards the pub.
"As long as the lager's cold," said Aaron, "that'll do me."
"You're such a heathen," scoffed Simon, appearing at the other window, close to Aaron. "You should be trying all the local ales."
Aaron pulled a face. "Like you're gonna, I suppose," he teased.
"Well some," replied Simon. "This is just the right kind of area for little independent breweries."
"Well I'm happy being a heathen, I'll stick with lager," grinned Aaron, "leave the real ale anoraking to you!"
Simon grinned back at him, sticking out his tongue. "Try it, you might like it," he teased.
"That's what they said about sex with girls," shot back Aaron, laughing out loud at the face Simon pulled.
"Here they come," said Finn, drawing their attention back to Greg and Robbie now emerging from the pub. "They look pleased with themselves."
Greg and Robbie did have smug, satisfied smiles on their faces as they walked back towards the vans. Greg moved to stand behind Finn, resting against him as he leant into the van allowing Aaron and Jackson and Simon, still leaning in the window from the other side of the van, to hear.
"We go through the gate at the far end of the car park into the field," Greg explained. "There're two other vans and a tent there but the chap said they were at the top end of the field and it's plenty big enough."
"Right, come on then!" said Simon excitedly, pulling Robbie back towards their van. "Let's go and get sorted and get back for a pint."
The gate was at the far end of the car park, the field stretched back behind the hedge that hid the car park from view towards the car park and away from them. They could see one camper van and a tent set up in the corner of the field closest to the pub; Robbie, driving the van in front, headed towards the opposite side of the field; there was plenty of room, no need to be on top of the other campers.
They parked the vans in a U-shape, their doors all opening inwards, leaving the open end of the U looking across the field to the gently rolling countryside beyond.
"Well done Greg," said Jackson, jumping down from his van and walking into the U. "It's a nice spot you found."
"It'll do for tonight anyway," agreed Greg. "The menu at the bar looked pretty decent too if you want to eat there."
"I don't mind cooking," said Simon. "Or at least, flinging something together from the stuff we all brought."
"We've got heaps of food," said Aaron, "Hazel insisted. It's been in the cool box all day but we should probably eat it tonight."
"That's sorted then," said Greg. "Did anyone think to bring deck chairs with them?"
It didn't take them long to make themselves comfortable; lacking deckchairs, they spread a couple of blankets on the ground and gathered the food they had brought with them into a feast. The box Hazel had provided proved to contain a variety of salads and a selection of cold meat. With cheese, bread and cake to round the meal off, they were soon tucking in, finding a sudden hunger at the sight of the food.
"Why does food always taste better out of doors?" mused Jackson idly as he took a bite of the monster sandwich he had created from a little of all the choices on his plate.
"Must be to do with the sunshine," replied Simon.
"And the company," said Finn, lifting his can of lager, saluting them all with it.
They didn't hurry their meal; the evening was still warm and pleasant, the field filled with the smell of grass that had had the hot sun playing on it all day. Even this late, a few insects still buzzed lazily on the summer air. They had cans of beer and lager with them, it was nice just lounging on the grass, talking, not talking, listening to the sounds of the summer and little else.
Jackson closed his eyes letting the quiet rumble of voices drift over him. He had been so busy the last few months and the last couple of weeks had been frantic, trying to finish all his outstanding work before the holiday. But now he could feel himself beginning to relax, begin to feel the tension seep from his body as though it was leaking away into the earth beneath him, leaving him refreshed and renewed.
"Don't fall asleep," murmured Aaron beside him.
"Mmm," muttered Jackson.
Aaron plucked a stem of grass; he was lying on his stomach, he had been talking to Simon on his other side, a lazy conversation about nothing at all. Turning towards Jackson, he had found him dozing. Gently he drew the grass across Jackson's face, watching him twitch a small muscle in his cheek, tying to distract the annoying tickle. He reached out again, this time letting the blade of grass flick teasingly at the very tip Jackson's nose.
Without waking up, without opening his eyes, Jackson swiped his hand lazily at his nose, trying to swat away the annoying sensation.
"Piss off, Aaron," said Jackson sleepily.
"Me! I'm not doing anything!" protested Aaron hotly.
"You've got a bit of grass or something and you're annoying me with it." Jackson keeked open one eye and looked balefully at Aaron.
Aaron shrugged, "I just don't want you to waste the evening," he said.
"Maybe I'm saving myself for the night," murmured Jackson teasingly.
"Oh yeah," said Aaron, turning further towards Jackson now, "got anything planned?"
His face was inches from Jackson, inches from the closed eyes and rose red lips, half hidden in the short curls of his beard, but Aaron could see the occasional twitch of humour flick across them and knew Jackson was playing with him.
"Maybe," murmured Jackson, his eyes still closed.
"Tell me," whispered Aaron quietly, his voice husky now as he felt the first thrill of desire flash through his body.
"I want you," said Jackson. "I want you naked, underneath me. I want to run my hand all over your body, watching you get turned on as I touch you. And after I've played with you, got you so hard and needing, I want to fuck you until you see stars behind your eyes."
Aaron groaned quietly, he was lying on his stomach, listening, but now his already hardening cock was making its presence uncomfortably felt and he pushed himself against the firm ground, struggling for relief.
"Stop it," he breathed.
"Well you asked," replied Jackson, opening his eyes, chocolate dark pools dancing with mischief and lust as they locked on Aaron's blue ones, such a short distance away.
"Is it too early to go to bed yet," muttered Aaron. He thought he had spoken quietly, his words only for Jackson to hear.
"Yes it is Livesy, you slut!" Beside him, Simon spoke, leaning over to poke him sharply in the ribs. "Did you not get enough this morning? We know that's why you were late," he smirked.
"Oh so you're gonna live like a monk this holiday, are you?" teased Aaron.
"Err...no-oh, he's not!" laughed Robbie, "he can be a hot little slut as much as anyone!"
"Me!" protested Simon in mock horror.
"Yes you," replied Robbie.
"Well! I'm shocked!" continued Simon. "Besides, I never hear you complaining!"
"Oh I'm not complaining at all," asserted Robbie. "So what are we doing? Wandering across the field to the pub for a pint or having a group orgy?"
"Orgy?" replied Simon hopefully, jumping as Robbie slapped him on his bare arm, laughing as he did so.
"A pint sounds good to me," laughed Greg. "Besides, the pub might have wi-fi, we can have a look at places to stay further west.
It took only a few minutes to clear the last of their things away and walk up the slight incline of the field towards the pub. The tables outside were all full with people enjoying their drinks in the last of the evening sunshine.
Greg and Robbie led the way into the bar; the long, low room was wood panelled, the dark old oak gleaming with years, perhaps centuries of polish and wood smoke. Some of the tables were occupied and a number of folk were propping up the bar. Jackson and Greg went to the bar, waiting to be served, leaving the others to find seats at a large table by the unlit fire place.
"There'll be music in twenty minutes, half an hour or so," reported Jackson as he arrived at the table with the first three pints. "Well a man with a guitar anyway."
Aaron pulled a face. "Maybe we should neck these and head," he said. "Not sure if I'm in the mood for some country bumpkin singing crap old songs out of tune."
"I'm with you on that one, mate," laughed Simon.
"You just want to get your leg over," said Robbie.
Simon smiled, saying nothing, although the look of sheer hunger in his eyes as he gazed towards Robbie left no one in any doubt that was exactly what he wanted.
"The barman said we'd be better booking places on a site if we're heading west," said Greg bringing the remaining pints to the table. "He said it gets mobbed and they get a bit funny about you parking up just anywhere."
Aaron pulled a face, he had hoped they would have been able to find remote places where they would just be themselves, not on some huge site surrounded by families with screaming kids.
"That doesn't surprise me," said Finn. "Don't worry," he continued, seeing Aaron's disappointed face, "we'll look for nice, small sites."
"He's got a book of farm sites he's gonna let us have a look at," said Greg.
Minutes later the barman walked over to their table with the book.
"There you go, guys," he said, dropping the book into the middle of the table. "There are some nice places in there; I've used it a lot. Just drop it back in before you leave."
"Thanks," said Greg.
They spent an hour or so in the pub, pouring over the book of pleasant looking campsites and enjoying their pints. By the time they left, although the light was finally fading to the navy darkness of a summer night it was still easy to see their path back across the field to their vans.
Their goodnights said, they made their way to their vans.
Aaron jumped into the blue van behind Jackson, pulling the door closed behind him. Jackson was already peeling off his tee shirt; he dropped it in a heap by their makeshift bed, as he did so, his eyes flicked over Aaron's body. He knew Aaron was looking at him too, he could feel the heat of desire emanating from his eyes as he knew himself under scrutiny too. He turned his body slightly then slid his trousers and boxers down; first over one hip, pausing for the briefest second, glancing up to make sure Aaron was entranced by his actions before bending a little, sliding them off his hips, down further, stepping out of them and kicking them away from the mattress; he stood still for a moment before dropping down, pushing the covers back and silently inviting Aaron to join him.
Quickly Aaron discarded his own clothes; he sank to the mattress, kneeling, he straddled Jackson's hips enjoying the feeling of Jackson's rapidly hardening cock straining upwards between his own legs.
"You're such a turn on, Jay," Aaron whispered as he felt their skin meet, "such a tease; you make me want you so much. And I'm gonna have you, Jay, now." His words were hardly more than a breath hanging in the air between them.
He leant forward and slid his hands upwards over Jackson's chest, capturing his arms, pushing them until he could pin them against the pillow above Jackson's head. There was hardly any light in the van now at the darkest hour of the summer night, but Aaron didn't need it, he knew Jackson's body intimately, he knew the places to touch him, to tease him, to make him groan with mounting pleasure. He bent forward, closer, until his warm breath caressed Jackson's skin; feeling Jackson's arousal spread through his body, Aaron paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of domination that played through his mind.
"Keep still, Jay, let me take you, don't move," Aaron looked down at his lover, pinned beneath him. He blew gently then, directly onto Jackson's nipple and was rewarded by feeling his lover move beneath him in pleasure. He bent his head, his lips encircling his nipple, his tongue flicked over it, once, twice, he could feel a response, could feel it swelling, hardening, with the attention. He caught it lightly with his teeth, tugging slightly before nipping it sharply, enjoying Jackson's sudden intake of breath at the unexpected painful pleasure.
Aaron smiled to himself then returned his attention to Jackson's chest, now sucking, licking and biting both nipples, feeling his lover's need grow more urgent. He shifted his position slightly, allowing Jackson's cock to escape from its confines beneath his own body; leaning forward, he rocked against it, pressing it between their stomachs. As he drew back a little, he could feel a dampness on his stomach as Jackson's cock began to dribble pre-cum onto them both.
Aaron moved quickly now, fleetingly but hungrily kissing Jackson before turning to give the full attention of his mouth to Jackson's swollen cock. He could imagine how it was aching for relief, his own was throbbing, similarly aching, but for now he wanted to concentrate on pleasuring Jackson. His turn would come.
He flicked his tongue over the swollen cockhead; he could taste the rich, salty cum. He let his lips slide over it, taking it deeper into his mouth; he began to suck even as his tongue moved, teased. He began to take it deeper, knowing the rhythmic movements would be inching his lover closer to his climax.
He could feel Jackson beginning to move beneath him, matching his movements to his own, his hips thrusting upwards meeting Aaron's mouth pushing downwards as he took the rigid cock deeper into his throat.
Jackson stretched, arching his back a little, revelling in the sensations flooding through his body. Aaron moved one hand, cupping Jackson's arse until his fingers strayed into his crack; gently he ran just one finger up and down the valley, barely touching him but knowing such a gentle touch would thrill through his entire body. He let his finger come to rest at Jackson's flower; he could feel it puckering invitingly under his touch; teasingly he circled it, excited it, but he wasn't going there, not just yet.
Jackson moved then, reaching out his arms, pressing the palms of his hands against the skin of Aaron's back. Then he gripped! He couldn't help it, his hands clenching into the hard muscle of Aaron's back, his nails digging in. Suddenly he had to thrust harder, suddenly he was fucking Aaron's face, it was more, far more than just a blow job!
He couldn't reach Aaron's cock; he knew he would be hard, rigid almost to the point of bursting with need. He put his hands on Aaron's hips, trying to pull his arse backwards, nearer him, nearer his own mouth.
Aaron felt Jackson's hands at his hips, knew what he was trying to do, but he didn't want that, not yet; he wanted this to be all for Jackson and he was so close, he could feel it. He wriggled his hips, hoping Jackson would understand. He did, his hands dropped away from his hips. Quickly Aaron intensified his movements, his mouth taking the length of Jackson, sucking, swallowing; his hands cupped Jackson's balls, tugging gently, squeezing.
Stars appeared behind Jackson's eyes, suddenly he was there, the tension, the crescendo of sensation knotting itself in the very centre of his being before exploding throughout his body, overwhelming him, making him shake with pleasure and fulfilment. The spasms seems to last a long time, before they were completely spent he struggled to sit up a little, pushing against Aaron's weight, against his own sated satisfaction; before he gave in to the feeling utterly, he needed Aaron to share it with him.
Urgently he leant against Aaron, making him turn, at last giving Jackson room to reach his cock. Grasping it, he was tempted to go down on him to, but at the first touch of his fingers against the sensitive, engorged skin Aaron began to move, thrusting encouragingly into Jackson's hand. Quickly he jerked his hand, hard, rhythmically; Aaron's breathing came quicker, bursting gasps then long seconds of nothing as he held it, intensifying, letting his climax build within him until he could hold it no longer and crashing, exploding, it burst upon him, shudderingly, taking him, holding him suspended in the grip of his orgasm before releasing him, exhausted, exhilarated, satisfied.