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WEEKEND MAY BANK HOLIDAY 2014- MONDAY.

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"WILL YOU JUST STOP THE MOTOR AARON...NOWWWWW!"

Aaron smirked and skidded the motor to a stop on a verge, both tipped forward in their seats as it did so.

Jackson was all annoyed, " WHY didn't you listen to me, you idiot! Why didn't you stop the car when I told you too, a? YOU always DO this!" his hand slammed the dashboard for effect.

Aaron was smiling at him. " Ohhhh, I love it when you get all masterful with me..." he teased.

Jackson shook his head at him, " I'm BEING serious!"

Aaron leaned forward, "So am I...you need to work off some of that anger, you"

Jackson pulled a face, " What're you going on about?" Aaron unstrapped the seatbelt and was then whipped off his shorts...in a flash Aaron was just sitting there in a Tee shirt and trainers and nothing else.

Jackson swallowed and looked down at him, " You're mad!"

"You're HARD!"

Jackson's face cracked and he hinted a smile he tried to hide, " No I'm not..." but he was beginning to be.

Aaron twisted his neck round to look at the tiny back seat, he smiled, and nodded his head at Jackson, " Come on...lets get in the back"

Jackson glanced around and pulled a face, " We are SO not gonna get in there!"

But Aaron's feet were already climbing over the seat, and he dropped into the back seat, he twisted round and sat legs apart, and stared at his hard-on with a flirty smile to Jackson.

Jackson looked around them, then back at Aaron, " You're SOOO naughty..."

"So? Come and give me a good seeing too and just maybe I might behave..." he said trailing off, hands stroking his cock and looking up at Jackson.

Jackson had given in. As he went to climb over, Aaron could aready see the builders cock trying to escape it's confines of his tight football shorts.

Their lips locked almost immediatley, and Aaron could feel Jackson's tongue forcing it's way down his throat.

Aaron pulled Jackson's Tee shirt off, and began to lick his hard nipples, as Jackson went and kissed the back of Aaron's neck.

"What the fucks that!"

Aaron realised that Jackson had stopped and was leaning down to the floor...and snatched up a pair of boxer shorts that were covered in what looked like red paint.

"Arrrrrrgghhhh! get'em away from me!" cried Aaron as Jackson waved them in front of his nose.

Jackson scrutinised them for a second, " Just a minute... they're yours Aaron...what are YOUR boxer shorts doing on the floor of Frank's motor for? And WHY are they covered in...", he wanted to say red paint...but part of him wanted to say...BLOOD...

Aaron snatched them off Jackson, " They are NOT mine!"

"Yeah they are" insisted Jackson, " because I BOUGHT THEM YAH!"

Aaron was shaking his head, his mind was in a spin, " But I don't understand...how come my kecks be in Frank's car?"

Jackson shook his head at him, " yeah, I was JUST wondering that just NOW, remember"

Aaron dropped the pants back into Jackson's hand, and was climbing back over the seats to the drivers seat, " Aaron...WHAT are you up to now?"

Aaron fired up the engine, and twisted his neck round, " I AM GONNA HAVE IT OUT WITH HIM, THAT'S WHAT!"

Jackson was climbing over too, " Not without you wearing your shorts you not!"

Aaron was iritated that Jackson was right, so, seething in temper, he snatched up his shorts and was awkwardly pulling them on, Jackson was now strapped up in the passenger seat, just as Aaron was about to put the car in gear, the builder stopped him, " Aaron wait...lets just think about this for a second"

Aaron pulled a face and waved his hand at him, " ERRRRRRR, WHY? MY KECKS ARE IN FRANK'S CAR, THE PERVE MUST'VE STOLE THEM OFF OUR WASHING LINE, END OF!"

Jackson swallowed, as he said it...just for a split second he has a nightmare vision of his Aaron and Frank romping hard in the back seat...but Aaron wouldn't do THAT to him, would he?

He played it safe, " Look...when we get back, lets not cause a scene...not go shoving them in his face or ought, a?"

Aaron was veering onto the road and pulled the builder an 'as if' look, " YOU WHAT? AND HAVE ALL MY FAMILY THINK I'VE BEEN SHAGGING THAT! JOG ON! HOW STUPID AM I?!"

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Frank was definately not being himself. Chas tried hard to find out what was the matter with him, but the businessman kept shutting her out.

Over the hour or so, the guests were leaving the barbieque in their droves. Lisa managed to pull Zac away from the beer and was the last to go.

Making sure the barbie was extinguished, Chas pulled the cover over it then heard the roar of Franks sports car somewhere nearby.

"Frank! Frank I think they're back, love!"

Frank came out of the front door of the bighouse and saw for himself the car speed up the drive towards them.

Aaron's glare was like ice. He could see that Frank was staring right back at him. Coming to a halt over the gravel, Frank lept forward and pulled the door open, " WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! I WAS ABOUT TO CALL THE POLICE!"

Chas pulled a face and took Frank's arm, " No you weren't! Don't listen to him Aaron, love, he's just trying to kid yah!" She tried to lighten the building tension with one of her big grins.

It was soon wiped off, as Frank swung around at her, " WASN'T I? YOUR PRECIOUS SON STOLE MY CAR! WHAT ELSE WAS I GONNA DO!"

Frank was hot with temper. He was REALLY aggitated. His hand constantly over the boot.

Jackson stepped out and rounded the car to fuse the situation, " Look...lets not get all het up over this, okay...WE didn't mean to take the car! WE...get it? WE TOOK THE CAR, it's not just Aaron you know...if you go to the police over that...them you can tell them that I was in on it too!"

"Gladly!" Frank seethed.

Chas swallowed, she tried to stroke Frank's arm, " Frank...lets all just go inside and calm ourselves down, Yeah? Have a drink or two..."

Frank glared at Aaron in the driving seat, " GET OUT...NOW!" he hissed loudly. Aaron was defiant at first, but with a 'do as you told' glare coming from his Mum and Jackson, he finally jumped out and deliberately slammed the door with brute force.

Frank shoved him out of the way and got in. Then after firing up the engine again, he drove the car off to park it back inside the garage.

Chas turned to the boys, " Hey...WHY did you have to go and do that, for? You've gone and ruined the day now!"

Aaron shot a glare at his mother, " SO WHY DID HE LIE? WHY DID HE SAY THE CAR WAS IN DOCK FOR, TELL ME THAT!"

Chas had been asking herself that question already.

Jackson placed an arm around him, " Aaron calm down, he's not gonna call the police..."

"HE BETTER NOT! OR HE'LL HAVE ME TO DEAL WITH" told Chas.

Aaron was looking down at his feet, he suddenly snapped his head round, " Hey! What about them..." he stopped before he blurted out pants...

Jackson gave him an 'It's Okay' nod.

Frank was them coming back. He was smiling now...as if all the stress had suddenly lifted.

"Right...shall we go in and have that drink or two..." he sung.

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They sat in the lounge in silence. Frank kept looking at his phone. Chas stood and went to his side at the fire place, keeping her voice low, " Are you expecting a call?"

Frank nods, " No...well...just a business call, nothing taxing"

Chas glance to Aaron and Jackson who sat on the sofa, " What about the announcement? Should we tell them now...?"

Frank sighed, "Best wait until he calms down... We've waited this long...a couple more days won't make a difference"

Chas didn't like keeping things from her son...but she thought she'd go along with it.

Aaron turned to Jackson, " I think we should just have it out with him now" he hissed.

Jackson frowned at him, " YOU really want to DO THIS in front of your Mother, do yah?"

Frank excused himself to go to the toilet. Chas sat down to begin some small talk, " So...no harm done, a? Everything and everyone is in one piece...all hunkie dorrie..."

Jackson pulled a face.

Aaron jumped up and was out of the door...Chas stood up, " Aaron?! Where are you off to, babe?"

Jackson quickly shoved his hand inside his shorts and realised just how subtle a pick pocket Aaron was...the pants were gone.

Just as Chas went to go after him, Jackson stopped her, " Hey...he's proberly gonna get some air...he'll be back in a minute..."

He hoped.

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Frank was in the kitchen trying his phone...but just as he was about to make his call...he noticed Aaron stood in the door way.

Frank raised his eyebrowes, he smiled too, " This is abit deja'vu isn't it..."

Aaron pulled a face, " Are YOU trying to be funny..." he stepped forward, "...YOU DON'T GET IT, DO YOU! I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOU! AND I'LL NEVER WILL BE"

Frank laughed at him, " and what makes YOU think i'm interested in you..."

Aaron stepped closer still, and pulled his hand out from behind his back, " THIS TELLS ME YOU DO!"

And without due warning, the pair of boxers were flying through the air and smacked Frank slap bang in the face. The pants then fell to the floor at his feet.

"Oh...this does, does it...I cut myself on the car and used your pants as a rag to stop the bleeding..."

Aaron pulled an 'as if' look at him.

"It's true...Your Mum had some of yours and Jackson's washing in the back seat...I just grabbed what first came to hand...i'm afraid it were your pants, pal"

Aaron's eyes focused on Frank big gash on his hand. He swallowed...he felt abit stupid now.

"Okay then...so why...why did you say that your car was in dock for...WHY DID YOU LIE!" Aaron felt confident again, that Frank was going to dig himself a hole.

Frank sighed, " because I didn't want a head case like you giving it all that, that's why..." his mobile started ringing, he snatched it up from the side, and looked up, " I have to take this...so run along like a good little boy you are..."

Aaron wanted to smack that snidey little smile of Frank's face...but thought it could wait...for now.

Aaron turned and walked off. Frank made sure he was out of earshot and watched Aaron head off back into the lounge, " Yeah it's me...sorry about before...no, I haven't had chance to...that's WHY i'm paying YOU for...I need it moving tonight...what problems? No just Chas' son...little bit of a hothead him...trouble? No, he's no trouble...and if he was...I'm sure I can make him disappear..."

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