The Inheritance Clause

This story contains descriptions of graphic sex between males. If that kind of thing does not appeal to you, stop reading now.

This story is pure fiction. If this resembles something that happened to you, it must have been an incredible experience. But it's simply a coincidence.

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-DJ

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The Inheritance Clause - 18

Adam woke up first. He looked around and realized he was on the sectional in the living room. He looked over at Dawson, who was still sleeping on the other section of the couch. The sun was just rising. Adam wanted coffee and knew Dawson would need some when he got up, so he quietly got off the sectional. He went into the kitchen and found Niven. Niven noticed he still had his clothes on from the day before but didn't say anything.

"Good morning, Niven," Adam said, "Is there coffee yet?"

Adam realized while he was asking that he could smell the freshly brewed coffee.

"I just made a pot," Niven said.

"Can I get a cup for me and for Dawson?" Adam asked.

Niven nodded. She poured two mugs and Adam prepared them with cream and sugar.

Adam went back to the living room. He put Dawson's coffee down near him. Then he sat on the sectional, where he had slept. He pulled the blanket he used the night before onto his lap. He sat back and nursed his coffee. He felt a bit at the area where he was bruised. It was still sore, but not as bad as before. After a bit, he picked up the will and started to scan it. A few minutes later, Dawson stirred. He opened his eyes. He saw Adam. Adam smiled at him. Dawson smiled back.

"Hey," Dawson said to Adam as he started to sit up.

"Good morning," Adam said.

"I fell asleep reading the will," Dawson said as he stretched.

He saw the steaming cup of coffee.

"Is this for me?" Dawson said with a caring voice.

"Yeah, I prepared it for you," Adam said before he took a sip of his own coffee.

"Thanks," Dawson said.

Dawson looked at the coffee with relief and picked it up. He cupped it in both hands and then sipped it. Dawson got up and came over to sit next to Adam. He put his hand on Adam's thigh as he sipped his coffee. Adam tossed the will onto the coffee table and laid his hand over Dawson's.

"Did you sleep down here?" Dawson said when he realized Adam was wearing the same clothes from the night before.

"Yeah, I didn't want to leave you down here alone," Adam said.

"How's your bruise?" Dawson asked quietly.

"Better," Adam replied with a slight smile.

Dawson rubbed Adam's thigh in acknowledgement.

"Did you find anything?" Adam said.

"Maybe..." Dawson said.

Dawson leaned forward. He put his coffee down and he picked up the will.

"I've had this theory for a while now, but I didn't have any evidence. So I didn't say anything," Dawson explained, "Last night, I found something that corroborates what I was thinking."

Adam looked at Dawson with anticipation.

"Do you remember when I told you there was something your granddad always said to me?" Dawson asked.

"Um... about finding someone to settle down with?" Adam said.

"Yeah... He always said, 'Find a nice young man and settle down'. Always the same words..." Dawson said.

"Ok," Adam said with anticipation, unsure where Dawson was going with this.

"But that's not what he wrote in the will," Dawson said and then he read from the will, "I also hope Dawson finds a thoughtful young man and settles down with him," Dawson read, then he repeated, "thoughtful young man."

"So?" Adam said.

Dawson held up his finger as a signal for Adam to wait.

"This is what he wrote in his will about you," Dawson said and then he read, "I'm so proud of the thoughtful young man Adam has become." Dawson paused. "Thoughtful young man," Dawson repeated.

He paused as he watched Adam process what he said. A look of realization spread across Adam's face and then he looked confused.

"Ok, you're stretching things... So I'm the thoughtful young man my granddad wanted you to settle down with? Are you saying my granddad wanted us to get together?"

"Yeah," Dawson said softly as he slowly nodded.

"But he didn't know I was gay," Adam said adamantly, "I didn't even know I was gay."

"I know. It's a stretch, but it fits," Dawson said, "When you put it together with some of these tasks your grandad asked us to do... the music in the ballroom... playing pool together... watching movies together... spending nights alone together at Rosemary's Point..."

Dawson paused to see Adam's reaction.

"I mean... It sure sounds like your granddad organized an elaborate blind date," Dawson said.

He looked at Adam to see if what he was saying was sinking in. Adam simply stared at him as he tried to make sense of it all.

"And something else..." Dawson said, "When Niven showed us to our rooms on the first day, remember you said the room she put me in was the room you always stayed in?"

Dawson didn't wait for Adam to respond.

"Niven said the directive was very explicit that I stay in that room," Dawson continued to explain, "Why would he do that? Why would your granddad care which room I stayed in?"

Adam tilted his head as he listened. His forehead scrunched as he tried to make sense of what Dawson was saying.

"I think he knew you would either accidentally keep going into my room or out of habit feel compelled to. I think it was another way for him to try to force us together," Dawson said, "And it worked. We always go in and out of my room. And that's where we sleep every night."

Dawson put the will down and picked up his coffee. He leaned back on the sectional.

"I know it sounds crazy," Dawson said, "The theory I keep coming back to is that he figured out you were gay and he wanted us to be together."

Dawson took a sip of his coffee, having finished his arguments. Adam looked down as he tried to absorb what Dawson had just said.

"But he didn't know I was gay," Adam said emphatically, "I get what you're saying, but the theory of him thinking we should be together doesn't work if he doesn't know I'm gay."

Dawson looked dejectedly at the will on the table. He didn't have a counter argument to what Adam was saying.

"I'm sorry, babe..." Adam said with sympathy, "I still think it has something to do with us loving the lake house so much so we don't sell it."

Dawson sipped his coffee and contemplated Adam's theory. That didn't explain everything, either. In his thoughts, he kept coming back to his own theory. It sure felt like Clayton was trying to get the two of them together. But why would he do that? As far as Clayton knew, Adam was straight. With a girlfriend and everything... so his theory didn't completely add up.

Adam was contemplating Dawson's theory. He searched through his memories and couldn't think of any time where his granddad even so much as hinted that he suspected Adam was gay. Adam thought Dawson's theory did make some sense. But the whole basis for it, that his granddad knew he was gay, just wasn't there.

The boys sat in silence as they thought about why Clayton had forced them to stay isolated together at the lake house. Neither of them came to any conclusions with certainty. Dawson decided to just let things lie where they were. If more evidence came up to support his theory, he'd bring it up again. Dawson put his hand, palm side up, onto Adam's thigh. Adam covered it with his hand. They intertwined their fingers. They both slowly caressed the other's hand with their fingers.

"What time is it? Are we the only ones up?" Dawson said as he looked out the sliding glass doors.

"I'm not sure," said Adam, "the judge might be up to watch the sunrise."

Dawson leaned into Adam and gently caressed his cheek on Adam's shoulder. Adam slipped his shoes off. Dawson did too. Adam slid his stocking covered feet and mingled them with Dawson's. Adam leaned his head toward Dawson and felt Dawson's hair caress his cheek. The boys nursed their coffees while sitting quietly on the sectional, reveling in each other. After a while, Adam spoke.

"Let's go up," Adam whispered.

They both got up and picked up their shoes. Dawson grabbed the will. The boys placed their coffee mugs on the service tray and went up to their rooms, going in through Dawson's door. They dropped their shoes as Adam leaned into Dawson. Dawson turned, tossed his copy of the will onto his second bed, and hugged Adam.

"We have time before breakfast," Dawson said softly and then kissed Adam's forehead, "Let's lay down together."

"Mmmm," Adam said softly in agreement.

Dawson lifted the covers and let Adam slide in. He got in after him and held Adam from behind. Adam nestled into Dawson's arms.

"I like it when you're the big spoon," Adam whispered.

Dawson kept softly kissing the back of Adam's head as he lightly caressed Adam's chest through his shirt. Dawson loved being in this position because he could smell Adam's musk each time he inhaled. Adam loved being in this position because he felt safe and comforted in Dawson's embrace.

Both boys silently thought to themselves as they enjoyed the closeness. Dawson thought about what the judge might decide. Adam thought about his father. They stayed like that for a while. Finally, Adam rolled onto his back. Dawson moved his arm over Adam's chest, trying to avoid his bruise. He rested his hand on Adam's pec. Adam began caressing Dawson's forearm. Adam turned to look at Dawson.

"I keep thinking about my father. That's a problem I'm going to have to deal with," Adam said.

There was a pause as they both thought about Artie.

"Do you know what you want to do?" Dawson asked.

"Mostly..." Adam said, "I keep thinking about what happened to you when you came out to your parents."

Dawson watched Adam's eyes as he spoke.

"They decided the relationship was over. You didn't have a say. I think I'm at the same kind of decision point," Adam explained.

Dawson slid his hand up and he cupped Adam's cheek in his hand. Adam kept his hand on Dawson's forearm.

"I haven't talked about what happened that day I came out to my parents. But maybe it will help you if I do," Dawson said.

"Oh, you don't have to..." Adam tried to say.

"No, it's ok," Dawson said, "It might help you with your parents..."

Dawson paused.

"Ok," Adam said softly.

"I knew my mother had a deep dislike of gay people in general," Dawson started to explain, "What I didn't know was if her love for me was enough to overcome that."

Adam began to caress Dawson's arm again as he listened.

"I think that's where you are with your dad," Dawson said in a softer voice.

"Mmm," Adam hummed in agreement.

"My mom dominated everything in our house. My dad always went along. Up to that point, my dad had never said anything about how he felt about gay people in general," Dawson said as he looked like he was remembering times with his father, "I assumed he would just go along with however my mom reacted. That was his usual behavior. He always deferred to my mother."

"I think that's what my mom will do," Adam said, "She has never been able to be herself around him."

Dawson paused and looked at Adam with sympathy.

"When I sat them down and told them, my mom's reaction was so much more visceral than I anticipated," Dawson said, "There was some deep-down hatred that was more ingrained than I realized. There was no reasoning with her. My gayness was everything. And she rejected me because of it."

Adam's eyes softened with sympathy as he listened to Dawson speak.

"My dad didn't say anything. I realized my mom was not going to accept me. She said a lot of hurtful things. While she was berating me, I started thinking about where I was going to go, because I knew I couldn't stay there anymore," Dawson said, "And then she told me to get out because she couldn't look at me anymore."

"Do you think your dad agreed with her, even though he didn't say anything?" Adam asked.

"It didn't matter," Dawson said, "His silence was acceptance. He heard what she said to me. He didn't stop her or defend me. So it doesn't matter if deep down he felt differently. He let it happen, which in some ways is worse."

Adam looked down at Dawson's face as he absorbed what Dawson was saying.

"I'm sorry," Adam said, "Thank you for sharing that with me."

Dawson caressed Adam's cheek with his thumb.

"It feels like your dad is going to react negatively," Dawson said, "Do you think your mom will go along with it?"

"I don't know," Adam said softly.

Dawson pulled Adam toward him. Adam turned toward Dawson. Dawson draped his leg over Adam's hip and pulled him even closer. Dawson cupped his hand behind Adam's head and pulled him in, so their cheeks were up against each other.

"I love you," Dawson whispered.

Adam pulled Dawson closer and held him tighter. The boys each reveled in the aroma of the other. Adam felt Dawson's soft breath wisping over his ear. Dawson felt Adam's heart gently pulsing as he held his hand against his neck. They lay like that for a few minutes. Adam slowly pulled back so he could look at Dawson.

"After the judge makes her ruling, I'm gonna tell my parents I'm gay and that you are a part of my life. I want to make it clear to them that I'm telling them so they can decide if they want to continue a relationship with me. This is happening, whether they like it or not."

Dawson looked at Adam with sympathy.

"I'm anticipating my father will not have any of it, which is fine with me. I've had it with his bullshit," Adam said and then he sighed. "It's my mom, though, that's the part that I don't know... how she'll react..." Adam said with sadness in his voice.

"I'll be there for you, even if all you need is a big spoon," Dawson said.

"You'd better," Adam said and then moved in to kiss Dawson.

They kissed gently, sensually. Their tongues danced lightly between them.

"Mmm," Adam said as he broke the kiss, "I love you."

"I love you, too, babe," Dawson said.

Adam closed his eyes and sighed.

"We should get moving," Dawson whispered.

Adam opened his eyes.

"Do you mind showering first? I want to stay here a bit longer and think," Adam said.

"Whatever you need," Dawson replied.

Adam leaned in and kissed Dawson with a small peck on the lips.

"Mmm," Adam said, "Do you think we can try swimming in the lake today? If we don't have tasks that take all day?"

"I'd love that. Maybe later we can take the pontoon boat out for a spin. We can figure out how to drive it," Dawson said.

"Mmm," Adam said.

They were quiet for a moment. Adam brought his hand to Dawson's face

"Thank you, babe," Adam said softly as he rubbed Dawson's cheek.

Dawson lifted his leg and released Adam from his embrace. Adam rolled over and curled up into a ball. Dawson slid off the bed and stood up. He took his clothes off from the day before and tossed them into the laundry bin. He went into the bathroom and took a shower.

As Dawson was exiting the shower, Adam walked through the bathroom, fully clothed, into his room. Dawson began toweling off. Adam walked back into the bathroom, naked. He walked up to Dawson. Dawson was toweling his hair. He stopped. Adam came right up in front of Dawson. The boys looked at each other. Dawson let the towel hang from his shoulders as he gripped the ends of it.

Adam reached over and gently took Dawson's flaccid penis into his hand.

"Oh!" Dawson gasped.

Adam just stared into Dawson's eyes as he began to gently pulse his hand on Dawson's cock, feeling it grow as he did. Dawson reached down and grasped Adam's cock.

"Hhh," Adam sighed softly.

Adam's dick began to harden quickly as Dawson copied the slow, gentle pulsing of Adam's hand on his penis. The boys continued to look into each other's eyes.

"What are we doing?" Dawson said softly as he massaged Adam's cock, which was almost fully hard.

"I just realized we've declared our love for each other and we haven't even touched one another yet," Adam whispered as he came in closer to Dawson's face.

"If we don't stop soon, I'm not going to be responsible for what happens next," Dawson said softly.

"Promise?" Adam said with a grin.

Adam moved in and kissed Dawson. At the same time he gently thrust his hips, causing his now fully hard cock to slide through Dawson's fingers as they gripped his shaft. Dawson broke the kiss and stepped back. He still grasped Adam's dick as he looked down between them. Adam looked down, too.

"I've never touched another guy's penis. It feels weird. But in a good way. Like... your shaft is so hard... and the skin is so soft. And the way it slides so easily," Adam said as he slid the skin of Dawson's prick, confirming his point.

"Mmm," Dawson said, "The intimacy of it is kind of hot, isn't it?"

"Mmm," Adam said as he watched Dawson's cock in his hand.

The boys stayed like that, touching each other, for a few moments.

"You're long and very thick," Dawson said as he squeezed an extra pulse on Adam's pole.

"You are too," Adam said.

"You're definitely longer and thicker than me," Dawson said.

Adam slowly slid his hand on Dawson's shaft. He watched as Dawson's cock head began to emerge from his foreskin as the skin of his shaft was pulled down. Then Adam slid his hand back and watched Dawson's cock head disappear among the folds of sensitive skin. Dawson's penis was fully rigid now. Adam let go of it. It bounced slightly and then stood proudly poking upward. The foreskin settled so just the tip of Dawson's cock was visible.

Adam's dick was fully hard now, too. Dawson let go of Adam's shaft. Its thick nine-inch length couldn't quite stand as rigid because of its girthy weight.

"Damn..." Dawson said as he looked at Adam's cock.

"I want my first time with you to be special... at Rosemary's point..." Adam said.

"Mmm," Dawson replied, "Rosemary's Point... I like that... We can make it our special place."

"After we get rid of my father... and Judge Lynch... and we can be alone," Adam said.

Dawson leaned in and kissed Adam on the lips with a small peck.

"I love you," Dawson said.

"I love you," Adam replied.

Adam turned with his hard cock preceding him and headed toward the shower. Dawson didn't bother drying off the rest of his body. He slowly walked into his bedroom, his cock painfully hard, bouncing as he moved. When he was safely inside his bedroom, out of Adam's sight, he stopped. He laid the towel down on the floor in front of him. Dawson closed his eyes and stood there. He began stroking his cock. He imagined himself and Adam in front of a roaring fireplace, inside what he imagined the cabin at Rosemary's Point looked like. Adam was lying on his back. He was holding his bent knees, with his legs pulled against his body. Adam's beautiful face lured him closer. Dawson imagined his body over Adam's, his cock head pushing through Adam's ass ring... Adam's face all contorted with pleasure as Dawson entered him... With that last image, he began to cum.

"Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh..." Dawson grunted with his eyes closed.

His sperm spewed out with moderate force as he aimed his dick randomly toward the floor. Luckily, it all landed on the towel. When he finished, Dawson opened his eyes and was still breathing rapidly. He looked down at his dick. He squeezed the head and watched as the last globs of cum dripped into the towel.

Meanwhile, in the shower, as soon as Dawson was out of sight, Adam turned to face the tile wall. He began stroking his hard shaft. He let the water cascade over him as he closed his eyes and imagined the two of them at Rosemary's point. He saw Dawson in his mind, lying on his back in front of the fireplace. One of Dawson's legs was braced against the stone at the base of the hearth. Adam was pushing his other leg toward Dawson's chest as he mounted him. Adam told Dawson he would be gentle. Dawson whispered that he trusted him. Adam imagined himself slowly entering him, his thick cock squeezing into Dawson's tight asshole. He pictured Dawson throwing his head back and groaning as Adam slowly, gently filled him up.

With that image, Adam felt himself cumming. He stopped stroking and tightly gripped his cock as it pulsed out rope after rope of cum against the tile wall. Adam gasped softly as the water continued to come down on his head. When he finished, he stepped back and let the water cascade over the front of his body as he swiped streams of water against the cum-covered tiles. Gradually, the globs of sperm slipped down the wall and into the drain.

Dawson heard the shower stop while he was getting dressed. He came back into the bathroom, fully dressed. Adam was just finishing up shaving, still wrapped in his towel. Dawson began to use his trimmer on his facial hair while Adam brushed his teeth. Adam finished and went into his bedroom to get dressed. While Dawson was brushing his teeth, Adam came into the bathroom fully clothed. Dawson spit and rinsed. Without any conversation, Adam got behind Dawson and began fixing his hair.

When Adam finished, he whispered, "Gorgeous."

Dawson turned and held Adam around the waist. Adam gave him a quick peck on his lips. They smiled at each other. They turned and both headed through Dawson's room to leave. They were so wrapped up in each other that they forgot to split up and exit through their respective bedroom doors. Adam opened the door. Artie was walking by right at that moment.

"Oh... Hi dad... Good morning," Adam said, trying to mask his surprise.

Artie grunted. He looked at Dawson suspiciously as the boys came out of the bedroom together. As they walked toward the stairs, they saw the judge coming from her room.

"Good morning," she said with a chipper voice.

The boys both greeted her. Dawson spoke as they went downstairs.

"Did you watch the sunrise this morning?" Dawson asked.

"I did. It was beautiful," the judge said, "The calmness of the lake that early in the morning is quite amazing."

They all entered the dining room and took their seats.

"Good morning," Krantz said, "coffee?"

Artie and the judge said yes right away. Adam and Dawson both paused, then said yes. Krantz poured coffee for all of them. They all prepared their coffees as Krantz poured juices.

"Niven has made bacon, sausage, browned potatoes, and biscuits. I will bring those out family style. Niven can also prepare pancakes, eggs to order, omelets, and toast or english muffins. I'll be back in a few minutes to find out what you'd like," Krantz said and then left the dining room.

Dawson saw the menu binder on the service table.

"If Niven can get a roast, how does that sound to everyone?" Dawson asked.

Adam and the judge eagerly agreed. Artie avoided looking at Dawson and grunted.

"Adam, do you think we'll have time to finish going through your grandmother's designs?" Judge Lynch asked.

"Hmm," Adam said, "I'm not sure. It all depends on what our task is today," Adam replied.

Krantz came back in with butter, jellies, ketchup, syrup, and salsa. He then took everyone's orders and left the dining room. There were a few moments of quiet and then Artie spoke.

"Judge Lynch, have you made a decision on my father's will yet?" Artie asked.

The boys looked at him in surprise.

"Well, Mr. Jameson," the judge said without hesitation, "I still have some unanswered questions. I will announce my decision tomorrow morning during the inquiry."

The boys tried to subtly look at each other. Dawson took a small sip of his coffee. The judge changed the subject and began talking about the sunrise that morning.

Krantz came out with a tray carrying the breakfast orders for everyone. He served everyone then he went back into the kitchen. He almost immediately came out with a tray holding the family style dishes for the table. He placed them all on the table and left. The four of them started to pass the sausage, bacon, potatoes, and biscuits around the table. Then Krantz came back into the dining room carrying a tray with a single plate on it.

"Dawson, Niven made you some banana nut pancakes, because she knows you like her banana nut muffins so much," Krantz said as he came around to serve an additional plate with two pancakes on it.

A big smile formed on Adam's face. The judge grinned slightly. Dawson's face started to turn red. Artie just looked at the pancakes. They all started eating. Dawson tried the pancakes first. His eyes widened after he tasted them.

"Wow, these are delicious," Dawson said.

"Can I try a taste?" Adam asked.

"Sure," Dawson said as he slid the plate closer to Adam.

Artie looked up as Adam took a taste of Dawson's pancakes.

"Mmm, you're right. They are delicious," Adam commented.

Artie had a look of disapproval as everyone kept on eating. After a few minutes, Dawson spoke.

"After we find out what our task is today, if there is time, Adam and I are thinking of taking the pontoon boat out on the lake," Dawson said, looking back and forth between Artie and the judge, "Would either of you like to join us?"

Dawson was so focused on making another attempt at getting Artie to know him better, that he forgot Artie hates being in or on water.

"Oooh, I would love to see some of the lake," the judge said.

Adam looked down at his plate because he knew his father wouldn't want to be on a boat. It was then that Dawson remembered about Artie's water phobia. Dawson looked down at the table, trying to avoid looking at Artie.

"You are going out on a boat?" Artie said as he looked at Adam.

"Yes," Adam said as he looked at his father and sat up straighter, "I am."

"When did you start going out on boats?" Artie asked with a sour look on his face.

"Well... actually..." Adam said as he stalled a bit to figure out what he wanted to say, "This will be my first time on a boat."

Krantz came back into the room. It was obvious there was some tension in the room, but Krantz ignored it.

"Anyone need more coffee?" Krantz asked innocently.

Everyone remained quiet as the tension hung in the air.

"Could I have more orange juice, please?" the judge asked.

"Of course," Krantz said, "anyone else?"

He poured more juice for Judge Lynch. The boys shook their heads. Artie remained silent. When he was done, Krantz left.

"So, you've gotten courage all of a sudden?" Artie asked while looking right at Adam, picking up right where he left off.

Adam was going to give some generic response to deflect from the real answer, but then he decided to simply tell the truth.

"I've overcome my irrational fear of water and learned how to swim. Dawson taught me. And I'm a pretty good swimmer. I beat him in a swim race," Adam said proudly.

Artie didn't like Adam's implication that his own fear of water was 'irrational'. But that is not what he wanted to take issue with. He put his fork down, rested his elbows on the table, and brought his hands together. He turned and looked at Dawson.

"So, Mr. Stewart," Artie said to Dawson with a condescending tone, "You've not only influenced my father and got him to change his will, now you're trying to manipulate my son as well?"

"Dad!" Adam said in frustration.

Dawson put his hand up toward Adam.

"Adam, it's ok," Dawson said as he turned and looked at Artie.

"Mr. Jameson, I did not influence your father. He was strong-willed enough to know what he wanted without any influence from me. And I am not trying to manipulate your son. He is a competent adult who can make his own decisions," Dawson said.

"Ppfftt," Artie said with indignation.

The judge looked at Artie with a somewhat surprised look on her face. They all went back to eating in silence after that. When they were mostly finished eating breakfast, Krantz and Niven came in from the kitchen.

"Niven, thank you for the pancakes. They were delicious," Dawson said as he started to get a little red around his cheeks with embarrassment.

Niven pursed her lips as she nodded at Dawson.

"We didn't fill out a menu. We were thinking a roast beef dinner with all the fixings. Can we do that?" Dawson said.

"I think I can do that. Yes," Niven said.

Krantz nodded and then spoke.

"We have your tasks for today," Krantz said.

"More than one?" Dawson said with concern.

"Yes," Krantz said, "there are two. One is to assess and propose changes to the library for how it should be modernized. The second is to select a movie for screening tonight."

Adam and Dawson looked at each other.

"How long do we have for the library?" Dawson asked.

"Until the end of the six months," said Krantz.

"How can we do research on archetypes of modern libraries if we can't have contact with the outside?" Adam asked.

"I'll have to reach out with whatever questions or materials you need," Krantz said.

"I think that can work," Dawson said.

"Mmm," Adam said, "I guess we should start on that today. Krantz, we'll need your help. When will you be free?"

"I can assist you at 10:00. Does that work?" Krantz said.

"Perfect," said Dawson, "Let's meet in the library at ten, then."

The judge looked back and forth between Dawson and Adam as they spoke.

"We can go swimming in the lake after breakfast," Dawson said.

"And we can take the pontoon boat out after lunch to check out Rosemary's Point," Adam said.

"Then, you and Judge Lynch can take some time before dinner to go through more of your grandmother's designs," Dawson added.

"Sounds good to me," said the judge.

They all nodded in agreement.

"And just what am I supposed to do?" Artie asked with a sour tone, having been left out of all the plans.

There was a short pause, then Adam spoke.

"Well, dad... You're a competent adult, aren't you? I think it's best if you figure out for yourself how you want to spend the day... unless you want Dawson to influence your decisions..." Adam said in a firm and barbed tone.

Dawson turned slowly to look at Adam. The judge cleared her throat and looked down at her plate. Niven's mouth opened in shock. Krantz stayed motionless.

"Well!" Artie said with frustration.

He pushed his chair back, slammed his napkin down on top of his plate, stood up, and walked away.

After he left the room, Dawson reached out his hand and touched Adam's forearm, which was resting on the table. Adam looked at Dawson. Adam didn't say anything. He slowly took a sip of his juice. Niven and Krantz stood there for a couple moments. Then Krantz spoke.

"I'll meet you in the library at 10:00," Krantz said quietly.

Dawson nodded toward them, then Niven and Krantz left.

"I'm sorry..." Adam said softly.

"There's no need to apologize, Adam," Dawson said.

"After he spoke to you that way," Adam said as he looked at Dawson, "I realized that there is no way we can repair our relationship. He has no desire to change. And even if he's accepting of who I am, he'll never accept you. And that... is not negotiable."

The judge looked at Adam with sympathy. Dawson squeezed his arm. Adam took a deep breath and sighed.

"Ok... I'm going swimming," Adam said as he looked at Dawson, "Judge Lynch, you're welcome to join us," he said as he turned to look at the judge.

"I'll let you two have some time alone. I'll meet you in the library at 10:00, if that's alright with you," Judge Lynch said.

"Absolutely," Adam said.

The judge took the last sip of her juice and then got up and left. Dawson took Adam's hand and kissed it. He placed it back onto the table and began to caress his hand.

"C'mon," Dawson said, "let's go swimming."

The boys left the dining room and went upstairs. They changed into their swim trunks and sandals. They carried their sun shirts as they made their way to the lake. Dawson retrieved a couple towels from the towel rack as they passed by the pool.

At the edge of the lake there was a sandy area that spanned about 150 yards of the lake edge. To the right, was a dock that went out into the lake about 50 feet. The pontoon boat was moored on the other side of the dock. Further beyond the dock, was a motorboat pulled up onto the sand. And there were two canoes turned upside-down on the sand next to the boat. There were some patio chairs and tables with umbrellas on the sand. When they got there, the boys slipped off their sandals and left their sun shirts and towels on one of the tables. Adam made his way to the edge of the water, where the dock started. He looked out over the lake. Dawson joined him.

The boys began wading into the water together. The water was cold at first, so they took their time. As the water got deeper, Dawson kept an eye on Adam, but he seemed fine. As they reached about where the dock ended, the water came up to their shoulders.

"How are you doing?" Dawson asked.

"I'm good," Adam said.

"Do you want to swim out to the raft?" Dawson asked, "or we can just stay here."

"That's what I was trying to decide," Adam said.

The raft was anchored about 25 feet away from where they were, which was less than the length of the pool. But with the wide-open lake, it seemed much farther to Adam.

"How about we start out and if it gets too hard, we turn back. I'll be right with you. Just remember... go slow," Dawson said.

"Okay," Adam said.

They started out toward the raft. Adam did well, remembering to do everything Dawson taught him. Dawson kept talking to him the whole way, to keep him calm. In no time, they had reached the raft. Adam climbed up the raft ladder first, followed by Dawson. Adam had a huge smile on his face.

"I can't believe I swam out here," Adam said as he sat down on the raft and extended his legs.

"I can," Dawson said with a smile as he sat down next to him.

Both boys were leaning back on their hands as they sat, facing the east, basking in the sun. Adam slipped his hand over so it was touching Dawson's. They sat quietly as they enjoyed the sounds of the lake. Finally, Dawson spoke.

"So, if you didn't swim or come out on the lake, what did you do when you came here in the summers when you were a kid?" Dawson asked.

"During the week, granddad did some work. Not like a full day's worth, but he'd be occupied on most mornings. So I'd usually go hang at the Santos farm. Besides horses, they have pigs, chickens, goats, cows, all kinds of animals. They even have a dog kennel where they board and train dogs. There were always some of the Santos kids around. They have a pretty big family. So I'd help them take care of the animals. And we'd goof around, play in the woods, hike some of the hills, ride bikes...," Adam said, "There was plenty to do without being in the lake."

He paused and absentmindedly rubbed his chest where the bruise was on his rib cage.

"On the weekends, my granddad and I would almost always spend a night at Rosemary's Point. We'd cook on the wood stove or over the campfire. He'd tell me stories about my grandmother. We'd roast marshmallows. We'd look at the stars. You know, typical camping stuff," Adam added.

They were quiet for a while. Adam was looking back toward the shore.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to go out on the lake with one of the canoes. Do you think we could try that sometime?" Adam said.

"Sure," Dawson said, "after the judge finishes her inquiry and things get back to normal..."

Adam interrupted him as he burst out with laughter.

"What? What did I say?" Dawson said as he turned to look at Adam.

"You just said, 'when things get back to normal'. Nothing about this is normal," Adam said as he chuckled while he spoke.

Dawson couldn't help but laugh, too, tossing his head back. As he was laughing, something on one of the balconies of the lake house caught his eye.

"Adam," Dawson said softly, "look over casually. I think your dad is watching us from his balcony."

Adam subtly shook his head pretending as if he were trying to get water out of his ear. He snuck a look toward the lake house.

"Oh, yeah," Adam said quietly, "that's him all right."

"I wonder if he's starting to get suspicious about us. Did you see the look he gave us when we came out of my room together this morning?" Dawson said, "And when you tasted the pancakes off my plate?"

"Mmm..." Adam uttered.

Adam lay all the way back onto the raft. Dawson did, too. Their hands in between them found each other and they interlaced their fingers. They let the sun dry them as they lay there quietly. The boys eventually began discussing which movie they were going to screen after dinner. They settled on the Sherlock Holmes movie, with Robert Downey, Jr. Neither of them had seen it yet. They also discussed screening the Breakfast Club, if Krantz couldn't get Sherlock Holmes.

Eventually, they decided to swim back to shore. Adam wasn't sure if he wanted to jump into the water or climb down the ladder. Dawson went first and jumped. When he did, he showed Adam how to hold his nose, so water didn't go up it. After Dawson surfaced, he treaded water as he watched Adam. Adam finally jumped. After he surfaced, he treaded water, too. They smiled at each other and then they slowly swam into shore.

They dried off and put on their sun shirts. They both kept their sandals off as they carried them back up to the house.

"We should shower off," Adam said, "My granddad always made a point of showering after he was in the lake."

"K," Dawson acknowledged.

Dawson subtly glanced up and saw Artie still watching them.

"He's still watching us," Dawson said quietly, "Do you think he suspects?"

"I don't really care what he thinks anymore," Adam whispered.

He was quiet as they tossed their towels into the towel bin.

"But... I do need to keep him at bay until I can talk to my mom," Adam said with a tinge of sadness.

"Got it," Dawson said.

They went up to their rooms. They only had fifteen minutes before they were supposed to meet with the judge and Krantz in the library. Dawson took a shower first. He quickly soaped up and rinsed off. He turned to shut off the water. He heard the shower door opening and he turned to see Adam coming in. His penis was half hard. He embraced Dawson who was still under the shower spray. Before Dawson could protest, Adam pinned him against the tile wall and began to kiss him. Adam humped his quickly hardening cock against Dawson as they kissed passionately. Adam finally pulled back. His cock was fully hard now and it bumped up against Dawson's hardening cock. They were both breathing heavily.

"I don't know how much longer I can wait..." Adam said as he looked into Dawson's eyes.

"Just a little while longer, babe," Dawson said as he reached around and swatted Adam's ass cheek, "We'll get to Rosemary's Point soon enough."

"Promises... promises..." Adam said.

Adam moved as Dawson got out of the shower. Dawson was drying his hair with his towel when Adam turned around facing Dawson. Dawson finished drying his hair and put his body against the clear shower door. He pressed his still hard cock against it, so Adam could see it squished against the glass.

"Tease..." Adam said with a chuckle.

Dawson thrust his hips a couple times and his cock slid up and down against the glass. A tiny droplet of pre-cum came out and clung to the glass. When he pulled away, a sticky thread was formed until it broke. He finished drying himself and got dressed. He did his hair himself and then waited in his room for Adam.

"Did you see that pervert humping the shower door?" Adam said as he came into Dawson's room.

He was fully dressed, holding a manilla folder in his hand.

"Really? No, I didn't see him," Dawson played along.

"Damn," Adam said playfully, "I wanted to get his phone number."

Both boys began to laugh.

"What's in the folder?" Dawson asked.

"My grandmother's drawings for the library," Adam said, "I thought they might be useful."

"Mmm," Dawson acknowledged.

"C'mere," Adam said as he put the folder down on the bed and gestured to Dawson.

Adam began to move toward the bathroom.

"What?" Dawson said with confusion on his face.

"Your hair," Adam said, "it's... well, it's not good."

Dawson scrunched his face in disappointment as he followed Adam to the bathroom. Adam fixed Dawson's hair as they looked at each other in the mirror.

"Gorgeous," Adam whispered when he finished.

He leaned in and planted a kiss on the base of Dawson's neck as he wiped his hands on the hand towel. He grabbed Dawson's hand and they left the bathroom. Adam picked up the manilla folder. They left the bedroom together, forgetting to check for Artie before they went into the hallway.

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