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 - 27

Adam gasped and brought his hand up to his mouth.

"What?!?!?" he said in confusion, "Your Mother??? Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," Dawson said as he looked at the picture, "My mom's high school picture was on our mantle. I saw it every day. It looks like she's a bit younger in this picture. This is definitely my mother."

Dawson paused.

"And her name is Teresa," Dawson said as he shook his head and kept looking at the picture.

Adam and Dawson could hear Margherita and Helena in the hallway speaking Spanish. Margherita appeared in the doorway looking concerned. Then they could see Helena. She was holding Margherita's hand. Helena looked scared. Dawson pulled the picture into his chest as he stood.

"Will you sit with me?" Dawson said as calmly as he could to Helena.

He held out his hand to her. Helena's eyes darted from Margherita to Adam. Adam nodded toward Dawson to encourage her to sit with him. She was very nervous. She tentatively came toward Dawson and took his hand. She looked at his face with her mouth slightly open as they moved toward the couch.

"Can you close the door?" Dawson said quietly to Margherita.

Adam stood in front of the chair Dawson had been sitting in. He still had shock written all over his face. Margherita closed the door and then came over and stood next to Adam. She was very confused about what was happening. Adam placed his hand onto Margherita's shoulder. Margherita looked at Adam with a quizzical look.

"What..." Margherita managed to say, but stopped because she didn't know which of the hundreds of questions running through her head to ask.

Adam gestured with his head, nodding toward the couch. Margherita looked at her aunt and Dawson. Dawson was still holding Helena's hand as they sat facing each other on the couch. Dawson was looking right into Helena's eyes.

"I remind you of someone, don't I..." Dawson said very gently.

Helena brought her other hand up and pressed it into her chest. She nodded slowly.

"Your brother, Jorge," Dawson said slowly.

"Oh, Dios mio," Helena whispered as she removed her hand from her chest and covered her mouth with it.

Margherita gasped softly as she now realized it, too. She thought she knew Dawson from somewhere but couldn't place it. She quickly looked at Adam to see his reaction. Then she looked at Dawson.

"I think I know why," Dawson said softly.

He slowly pulled the picture from his chest. He turned it toward Helena.

"Is this your daughter, Teresa?" Dawson asked.

Helena's eyes filled up. Her lips started to quiver. She nodded slowly.

"Abuelita," Dawson said and paused, having just called her 'grandmother' for the first time, "Teresa is my mother."

"What?!?!" Margherita gasped.

Helena started speaking under her breath in Spanish. Tears started flowing down her cheeks. Dawson put the picture down on the couch behind him and he reached out to hug his grandmother. They both cried as they embraced.

Adam was still holding Margherita's shoulder. She slowly turned to look at him. She reached behind herself to find the chair with her hand, like Dawson had done moments before. Adam helped her sit down.

"How is this possible?" Margherita said as she looked up at Adam.

Helena and Dawson continued to embrace as they sat on the couch facing each other. Dawson was rubbing her back as she cried softly against his shoulder.

"I'll be right back," Adam said to Margherita.

He left the room quickly and closed the door. Margherita watched Dawson and her aunt holding each other as they cried. Her eyes welled up as the news began to sink in.

The door opened and Adam came in. He was holding a glass of water. Right behind him was Rosa. He was holding her hand, practically pulling her into the room.

"Shut the door," Adam instructed Rosa with a serious tone as he let go of her hand.

Rosa shut the door and looked at what was happening. She had a mixture of concern and confusion on her face. Margherita got up and moved toward Rosa. They looked at each other as Margherita reached for Rosa's hands and held them.

"Remember I told you about Tata's daughter, Teresa?" Margherita said, "Dawson is her son."

"What?!?!" Rosa said as she looked at Dawson and Helena hugging, "How is that possible?"

She asked the same question Margherita just asked. She turned back to look at Margherita.

Adam was standing next to Helena and Dawson. He was holding the glass of water in one hand and rubbing Dawson's shoulder with the other. Dawson opened his teary eyes and saw the water. He slowly leaned back and let go of Helena. Adam showed Helena the water. She took the glass and sipped it. Adam took it back and put it on the side table next to her.

Dawson took his grandmother's hands into his as they sat on the couch, facing each other. Helena slowly removed her hands and cupped Dawson's face. She whispered softly.

"Mi hermano, Jorge," she managed to say, "You remind me of him. Tu esencia... Tu sonrisa..."

Dawson didn't know the words she was saying. He looked at Margherita for help.

"Your essence... your smile..." Margherita translated, "You remind her of her brother, Jorge."

He smiled at Helena as she held his face and stared at him. He remembered that Clayton had said his smile and his essence reminded him of Jorge.

"Abuelita," Dawson said.

She smiled and she tilted her head as she kept holding his face, looking at him. Dawson put his hands over hers.

"Abuelita," Dawson repeated with a serious look on his face, "Why did my mother tell me her parents were dead? What happened?"

Helena's face suddenly saddened. Dawson drew Helena's hands down until he was holding them on the couch in between them again. She looked down at their hands and then she looked at Margherita. Both Helena and Margherita then looked at Adam with concern on their faces. Dawson immediately recognized what was happening.

"It has something to do with Adam's grandfather, doesn't it?" Dawson said as he made eye contact with Adam.

Adam was surprised by Dawson's comment. He looked at Helena, Margherita, and Rosa, who were all looking at him. Adam became very confused.

"Someone needs to start explaining what's going on," Adam said.

Margherita let go of Rosa's hands and came toward Helena. She sat on the arm of the couch behind Helena. She rested her hand on Helena's shoulder.

"We should tell them," Margherita said to her.

Helena looked at Dawson with sympathy. She nodded her head slowly, then she sniffled loudly.

"Carina, can you get those tissues?" Margherita called Rosa a Spanish term of endearment, as she pointed across the room.

There was a box of tissues on a table behind Adam. Rosa went and grabbed the box. Adam moved toward Dawson. He took the picture Dawson had placed on the couch and set it on the side table. He sat next to Dawson and rested his hand on Dawson's shoulder.

Rosa brought the box over. She held it out and one by one, everyone took a tissue or two. Helena blew her nose. Dawson began drying his eyes. Rosa pulled the chair closer to the couch and sat, holding the tissue box in her lap. Then Helena started to tell the story.

"Jorge and I... we were twins. He was born a minute and a half after me. He was the baby of the family," she grinned as she spoke.

"What was he like?" Dawson asked.

"Ohhh... He was so sweet. He was kind and gentle. And he was very smart," her face lit up as she spoke, "He could figure things out that nobody could see."

Her eyes focused off in the distance. She smiled. Then she chuckled as she spoke.

"He had these funny quirks, like... he obsessed over getting his hair just right," she said as she pictured him fussing over his hair.

"Ha," Adam couldn't help but laugh, "Dawson does that, too."

Helena reached up and touched Dawson's hair on the side of his head.

"Tan guapo..." she said to Dawson with a smile.

Dawson was pretty sure she said something about him being handsome. She drew in a deep breath and sighed.

"Jorge knew at a very young age that he was gay," she said, "I knew too. I don't think he ever told me outright. I just knew."

She took another tissue and swiped at her nose.

"My parents weren't happy about it, but they knew it wasn't his choice," Helena continued, "My sister Camilla and my brother Manuel were also sympathetic. But my brother Luis..."

Helena sniffled and swiped her nose with a tissue.

"Luis convinced my parents that Jorge had to hide who he was. He argued that many of their clients wouldn't understand and their business would suffer," Helena explained, "And as if that wasn't bad enough..."

She paused and sighed.

"Luis tormented Jorge endlessly," Helena said as her face contorted with frustration, "He said such cruel and hateful things to him. Luis shamed Jorge into suppressing who he was."

Helena's eyes began to water. She sniffled and dabbed at her eyes with the tissue. Adam looked over and saw that Margherita's eyes had teared up.

"Jorge lived most of his life, depressed... and alone," Helena said.

Helena looked down and hesitated.

"And then, when we were thirty-four... no thirty-five..." Helena said.

Then she stopped. She looked down and was tugging at the tissue in her hands.

"He fell in love..." Margherita interjected as her eyes went back and forth between Adam and Dawson.

Dawson turned to look at Adam. Adam lingered on Dawson's eyes. Dawson nodded to him. Adam looked at Margherita.

"He was in love with my grandfather..." Adam said quietly.

Helena looked up with surprise. Rosa took in a short breath. Margherita looked dumbfounded.

"You knew?" Margherita said with confusion.

"We only just found out," Dawson said, "We can explain how, later. What does all this have to do with my mother?"

Margherita rubbed her aunt's shoulder. Helena brought her hand up and covered Margherita's hand with it.

"We're getting to that," Margherita said.

Helena sighed and started to speak with more confidence.

"Jorge knew he had to hide his relationship with Clay, especially from Luis," Helena said, "So I helped him. I would deliver messages between them. I would sneak him in and out of the farmhouse so no one knew he was gone. I covered for Jorge whenever he was with Clay. Margherita discovered what I was doing, but she was sympathetic. So, she began to help."

She paused and her face got this wistful look on it.

"Jorge was so happy," she said, "He could finally be himself with Clay. And they were so in love. They were so good together."

She stopped and looked down. She swallowed and took in a deep breath.

"I don't know how, but we were able to hide their relationship for a few years," she said as her voice began to quiver, "Then one night, Jorge was with Clay. It was the middle of the night. Clay's butler, Lieberman, came and woke me. Jorge was dead. He had a heart attack. He died in Clay's bed."

She began to sob softly. Margherita had tears in her eyes. Adam squeezed Dawson's shoulder as they both welled up with emotion. Helena blew her nose and sighed.

"I woke up Margherita to help. Clay, Lieberman, and the two of us secretly moved Jorge from Clay's bedroom to his own bed in the farmhouse so no one would find out," Helena said.

She took on a determined demeanor as she continued.

"The next morning, while everyone was still absorbing the shock of Jorge's death, we found out we were discovered," Helena said, "When we were moving Jorge's body, Teresa saw us. She told Luis and they both confronted me and Margherita."

Helena reached for the glass of water and took a sip.

"They figured out that we had been covering up Jorge and Clay's relationship. They said some horrible things about Jorge being gay. Thank goodness Margherita hadn't come out yet. We found out that Teresa had been secretly tormenting Jorge. I don't know why Jorge never said anything about Teresa. Maybe he thought it would upset me," Helena said with a calm voice.

Helena wasn't crying now. She had somehow, over time, steeled herself from the pain of her own daughter's betrayal.

"Luis had always been very vocal about his feelings for Jorge. But Teresa... I had no idea my own daughter felt the way she did," Helena said with little emotion in her voice, "And she knew the way she treated Jorge was wrong. That's why she hid it from everyone. I was in shock. My own daughter had revealed herself to be a bigoted... eh... eh... como se dice..."

"Homophobe," Rosa and Margherita both said at the same time.

"Yes," Helena said, "We realized in that moment how much Luis had influenced Teresa. I knew deep down in my bones that the torment Jorge suffered at the hands of Luis and Teresa weakened him until his heart couldn't take it any longer. And I told them so. And I told the rest of the family that Luis and Teresa were responsible for Jorge dying so young. There were many arguments within the family about it."

Helena paused and sighed.

"About a week later... the day we buried Jorge... neither of them went to the funeral. When we got back to the farmhouse, we discovered that Luis and Teresa had simply packed up and left."

Helena looked down and fidgeted with the tissue in her hand.

"Most of the family had had enough of them, so they wrote them off. I tried once to reach out to them after several weeks went by. I thought maybe distance and time would change things. But when I went to the apartment Luis and Teresa were living in, they seemed worse than they were before," Helena explained, "When I left, I knew I didn't have a brother or a daughter anymore. At some point, they moved. We lost all contact with them after that."

Just then there was a knock at the door. It opened slowly as Rosa was getting up to see who was there. Colby came into the room with his tail wagging. He headed straight for Adam and Dawson. Mateo was in the doorway. A sleeping Marco was in his arms. Nancy was holding Tina, asleep in her arms. They wanted to say goodbye before they left.

"Sit, Colby," Dawson said.

Colby sat right in front of the boys. Helena dabbed her eyes. They all got up and one by one, said goodbye to Nancy and Mateo. Mateo could sense the emotion on everyone's faces.

"It was so good to see you," Adam said to Mateo as they hugged with Marco asleep between them.

"Is everything all right?" Mateo asked while Margherita was hugging him.

"Everything is ok, Teo," Margherita said as she separated from him and patted his arm, "Get your family to bed. I will call you tomorrow."

Mateo nodded. He made eye contact with Adam. They both smiled and nodded. Then Mateo and Nancy left. Helena went to the side table and took a generous sip from the glass of water.

"I'm going to get some water," Rosa said, "Anyone want anything?"

Adam shook his head. Margherita waved her hand.

"Ginger ale?" Dawson said.

Rosa nodded and left for the kitchen. Dawson and Helena sat down again. She pulled one of his hands over and held it.

"I wish my Henrique... tu abuelo... your grandfather... could have met you," she said and then added in Spanish, "que en paz descanse,"

"God rest his soul," Margherita translated when she saw Dawson didn't understand.

Dawson tilted his head and smiled at Helena.

Adam texted MacDonald to tell him they were going to be a bit longer. He sat down next to Dawson again. MacDonald replied to his text with a thumbs up. Adam began softly petting Colby behind the ear.

Rosa came back in with Dawson's ginger ale and a water for herself. Dawson took a sip of ginger ale and then sighed. Adam took the can and put it on the side table next to him. Margherita and Rosa took their spots where they were before. Dawson reached out and held both of Helena's hands in his.

"Abuelita," Dawson paused, "I hope it's ok that I call you that."

"Of course, mi nieto... my grandson, of course..." Helena answered with emotion.

He smiled at her.

"I'm sure you held out hope that your daughter would change," Dawson said, "but she did not."

Helena clenched her jaw. She looked down at their hands. She firmly nodded a few times in confirmation of what she already knew.

"She ended up in San Antonio. She told me she came there to live with her uncle after her parents died when she was a teenager. She called him padrino. When I was little I thought it was a nickname or something. I found out when I was older that padrino means godfather in Spanish."

Margherita shook her head in disgust.

"She told me once that she wished that Tio Luis was her godfather," Margherita said with sadness in her voice, "I didn't realize the significance of that comment until Tio Jorge died and we found out how Teresa really felt."

"Mmmm," Dawson acknowledged and then continued, "That's where I grew up... San Antonio."

He paused as he looked down and thought about his childhood. Dawson then told them his coming out story, how Teresa threw him out, and how he came to live with Cassie in Austin. Helena looked like she was in pain as she listened. Rosa showed extreme disgust on her face as she absorbed what Teresa did to Dawson. Margherita just shook her head slowly.

Colby sensed Dawson's anguish. He gently rested his head on Dawson's thigh. Adam continued to stroke the top of Colby's head.

"So, I haven't seen or spoken to her or my father in nine years," Dawson concluded.

Dawson looked at Adam when he finished. Adam looked at Helena and then Margherita.

"They are coming to the lake house tomorrow," Adam said as gently as he could.

Helena looked concerned. Rosa and Margherita both leaned back slightly and took in their breath.

"Why?" Margherita asked with shock on her face.

"They reached out to me after it was made public that I was inheriting money from Clayton," Dawson explained, "I'm guessing they want money. But whatever they want, they must be determined. I mean, to contact me after all this time... A message saying I won't see them probably wasn't going to make them go away. I figure I have to tell them right to their face."

Adam squeezed Dawson's shoulder.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Margherita asked.

"I'm positive," Dawson replied as he looked at Margherita, "I have a few things I'd like to say to them now. They didn't just kick me out of their lives. They kept me from knowing the truth. They kept me from you." He then directed his gaze at Helena, "And you, Abuelita. I could have had a grandmother this whole time."

Helena smiled at him with watery eyes.

"It's getting late," Adam finally said, "We should be going."

Colby sat up as they all started to stand.

"Come to the lake house Sunday, for dinner," Dawson said, "Adam's mother and Cassie will be there."

"We should be able to come," Margherita replied as she looked at Rosa and Helena to confirm, "I don't think we have anything planned for Sunday."

Adam hugged Rosa while Dawson hugged Margherita. Colby's tail started to thwap against the couch as he began to nuzzle into everyone. Rosa and Dawson hugged while Adam hugged Margherita. Colby was still fidgeting. Dawson crouched down.

"Now, you be a good boy for Rosa," Dawson said as he scratched Colby behind his ears.

"C'mon, Colby," Rosa said as she patted her thigh to get Colby to come.

"Go on, boy," Dawson said as he stood and gestured toward Rosa.

Colby followed Rosa as she left the room. Adam turned and hugged Helena. When they separated, she reached up and held his face. She had watery eyes as she looked up at him.

"I love you, Abuelita," Adam said.

"Mi pollito," she could barely get out.

Helena pulled Adam into a hug. When they separated she turned to Dawson. She said some things in Spanish that Dawson didn't understand as she came in to hug him. When they separated, she reached up and gently patted his face.

"I will see you on Sunday," Dawson said as he rubbed the side of Helena's arm.

She nodded. She was too emotional to speak.

"I'll walk out with you," Margherita said.

As they were leaving the living room, Rosa came back and took Helena's hand. They went down the hallway while Margherita led the boys to the front. When they got outside, Adam texted MacDonald to tell him they were ready to leave.

"I don't think I will forget tonight," Margherita said.

"No," Adam said soberly.

"I'm going to tell Teo in the morning," she said, "He'll probably want to talk to you," looking at Adam.

"Tell him I'll call him Monday," Adam said.

They took their phones out and Margherita gave Adam her number and Mateo's number. The boys spotted MacDonald coming toward them. They hugged Margherita and said their goodbyes.

Margherita went inside. The boys got into the Jeep. They both immediately reached for the other's hand. MacDonald started the Jeep and they headed toward the Jameson property.

"How was the party?" MacDonald asked.

"Uh... it was good," Adam replied as the boys looked at each other, "Lots of food... lots of alcohol... the kids had a great time."

"Good... good..." MacDonald acknowledged.

Dawson smiled as he looked down at the back of the driver's seat. They rode in silence for the short ride back to the lake house. The boys held hands between them and reflected on everything that happened. MacDonald pulled into the cul de sac and escorted them to the front door. He said goodnight to them and they went inside. Once inside, Adam turned toward Dawson.

"Are you ok?" Adam asked Dawson quietly.

Dawson chuckled.

"Um... I was ok..." Dawson replied.

The boys smiled at each other and then embraced. They held each other for a few minutes, listening to each other breathe. Dawson inhaled Adam's aroma and it comforted him.

"C'mon, babe," Adam said as he gently broke their embrace, "I'll be the big spoon tonight."

"Ok," Dawson said quietly.

The boys turned and put their arms around each other's waists as they headed for the stairs. They separated and held hands as they ascended to the second floor. When the boys got to Dawson's room, Adam headed for his room through the shared bathroom. They both prepared for bed. Adam finished first and climbed into Dawson's bed. He lay on his side, leaning his head onto his hand as he rested his elbow on the pillow. He watched the bathroom doorway, waiting for Dawson.

Dawson came out of the bathroom. Adam lifted the covers for him and he slid into bed. He leaned his back into Adam as Adam wrapped him up in a gentle embrace. Dawson held onto Adam's arms crossed in front of him. He took a deep breath and sighed loudly.

"Get some sleep," Adam whispered, "We'll talk in the morning."

Dawson didn't respond. He simply snuggled closer to Adam. Dawson slipped his feet in between Adam's so their legs were intertwined. Adam gently caressed Dawson's chest through his shirt.

"I love you, babe," Adam kept whispering randomly in between small kisses on the back of Dawson's head.

Dawson took a while, but he eventually fell asleep. Adam kept whispering to him even after he drifted off. Eventually, Adam drifted off to sleep, too. Surprisingly, the boys didn't move throughout the night. They both slept deeply.

Dawson woke up first. He could hear the comforting rhythm of Adam's breathing. He could feel Adam still holding him. He reflected on the events of the prior night... his grandmother smiling at him... her soft hands when they touched his face... the pained look on her face as she told him about his mother... the concern she expressed with her eyes as he told her about her daughter. Dawson felt his eyes well up from all the emotions. Then he felt Adam pull him closer. Adam was awake and could feel Dawson beginning to cry.

"Babe, it's going to be alright," Adam whispered.

Dawson sniffled.

"I know," Dawson said.

Dawson rolled over so he could look at Adam. Adam saw the tears in his eyes. He reached up and swiped under one of his eyes with his thumb.

"Oh, babe," Adam said as he choked up, "Don't cry. It's going to be alright."

"I know," Dawson said, "I'm not sad. I'm happy. I have a grandmother... and a whole family I didn't know about, who accepts me for who I am."

Adam sighed. He leaned in and kissed Dawson's cheek.

"Are you going to be ok to face your parents?" Adam asked when they stopped kissing.

"Oh, yeah," Dawson said with renewed energy.

"It still feels like it's a dream," Adam said wistfully.

"I know," Dawson said and then he adjusted himself so he could look at Adam straight on, "In those first few moments, when I realized Helena was my grandmother... I thought... It felt so right, like I was finally where I belonged."

"Mmm," Adam acknowledged.

The boys were quiet for a few moments.

"Wait 'til I tell Cassie..." Dawson said.

"Mmm," Adam said, "What about Niven and Krantz..."

"Oh... yeah..." Dawson said as he thought about it, "I swear to God, if Krantz knew and didn't say anything..."

"Hm, I know that feeling..." Adam half joked.

"Wait..." Dawson said, "You don't think your granddad knew, do you?"

"I don't think so," Adam mused, "He would have said something to Krantz... or told us in the video. He wouldn't have kept that from you. I'm sure of it."

Dawson reached up and caressed Adam's cheek. They looked into each other's eyes.

"You know," Dawson said, "When I walked into the lake house for the reading of the will, I was looking around trying to imprint this place in my memory. I thought it would be the last time I would be in this house."

Adam smiled and let out a slight chuckle.

"I never imagined the roller coaster I would be on when I walked in that door," Dawson said.

"Mmm... me neither," Adam agreed.

"I'm so glad you've been by my side the whole way," Dawson said, "I don't know if I would have made it this far without you."

"Mmm, we just need to get through today, then we can be free... together... alone...", Adam said as he searched Dawson's eyes for how he was feeling.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me," Dawson whispered as he slowly moved in.

The boys kissed, gently, sensually. When they broke their kiss, Adam leaned his forehead against Dawson's. They could feel each other's breath as they held each other. Adam finally spoke.

"Remember when we watched the sunrise together?" Adam said quietly, "And I was stressed out with what the judge was going to rule... and how I was going to come out to my parents?"

"Yeah," Dawson said, not sure where Adam was going.

"And you helped me relax..." Adam said with a lilt in his voice.

Adam gently pushed Dawson so he was laying on his back. He slid his hand under Dawson's shirt. He caressed Dawson's chest, lightly dancing his fingers across his smooth torso.

"Adam... you don't have to..." Dawson said before Adam cut him off.

"Let me..." Adam said.

Dawson felt his cock surge as he swallowed with nervousness.

Adam removed his hand and turned his body. He got on his hands and knees. He suddenly thrust his face into Dawson's crotch.

"Ohhh," Dawson said in surprise.

Adam pushed his nose and mouth into the fabric of the shorts, pressing against Dawson's junk. He inhaled Dawson's musky scent. Dawson's shaft had slid a bit to the right as it began to harden. So, when Adam found his stiffening cock, it was snaked diagonally upward and toward the right. Adam turned his head and began to mouth the base of Dawson's dick.

"Oh, god," Dawson uttered softly.

Dawson looked down and watched Adam maul his crotch as he lay on the bed. He brought his hands to Adam's head and mingled his fingertips in Adam's hair. Adam slowly worked his way up Dawson's shaft, chomping at it through the shorts. When he reached Dawson's cockhead, Adam looked up at him. They made eye contact as Adam clamped onto it with his mouth and shook his head back and forth slightly.

Dawson inhaled through his pursed lips with excitement as Adam stimulated his cockhead.

Adam pulled away as Dawson's fingers slipped from his hair. Adam looked at Dawson's crotch where he left a line of saliva stains trailing up Dawson's cloth covered shaft. He could see the clear outline of Dawson's full erection now. A grin formed on Adam's face. He chomped again onto the base of Dawson's cock.

"Oh, babe," Dawson whispered with a slight moan.

Adam could feel Dawson was harder and thicker now. He slowly chomped his way up the shaft again. Dawson brought his hands down again and ran them through Adam's hair. He didn't push Adam's head, but simply held onto it as Adam continued up the shaft.

"Ahhh," Dawson moaned as Adam got to Dawson's cockhead.

Adam chomped onto the head of Dawson's cock through the shorts as he looked up at Dawson.

"Fuck," Dawson whispered as he closed his eyes and his head went back.

Adam pulled his mouth away. Dawson's hands slipped from his head. Adam sat back onto his feet. He slid Dawson's shirt up his body. Dawson leaned forward until Adam had pulled the shirt off over his head. He tossed it onto the floor. Dawson lay back and put his hands behind his head. His armpit hairs were exposed.

Adam ran his hands through the hair in Dawson's armpits. Dawson swallowed hard, after which, his mouth stayed slightly open as he enjoyed the sensual way Adam was touching him. Dawson watched Adam's eyes scanning his chest as he felt Adam's hands exploring his torso. Adam zeroed in on Dawson's pecs. He looked at Dawson. Then he lightly brushed the back of his fingers over Dawson's already hard nipples.

"Oh," Dawson sighed as he maintained eye contact with Adam.

"You like that?" Adam asked as his fingers came back and brushed each nipple again.

"Yeah," Dawson sighed as he felt his cock flex in reaction.

Adam smiled and kept looking into Dawson's eyes as his fingers came back again and lightly pinched both nipples.

"Oh, yeah," Dawson sighed as his eyes closed involuntarily.

Adam released Dawson's nipples and reached for the waist band of Dawson's shorts. Adam slowly tugged the shorts down while Dawson watched Adam's face. He pulled the waist band forward, so Dawson's hard penis wouldn't get caught. Dawson's cock popped out and was rigidly pointing toward his abs. Adam slid the shorts down until they were off. He tossed them onto the floor.

"Don't move," Adam said as he scampered off of the bed.

He went into the bathroom and quickly returned holding a bottle of hand lotion. Dawson smiled when he saw it. He spread his legs to allow Adam to get in between them.

Adam paused, sitting on his feet in between Dawson's legs. He looked at the magnificent cock and balls in front of him. His eyes darted around, scanning Dawson's package as he watched the hard cock pulse with Dawson's heartbeat. Dawson's ballsac lazily clung to his taint, one nut lower than the other. He hadn't shaved them since the morning of the will reading, so there were small hairs scattered across them. Adam licked his lips. He uncapped the hand cream and squirted some onto his hand. He laid the container within reach on the bed. Adam rubbed his hands together to spread the lotion. Then he took one hand and cupped underneath Dawson's balls.

"Oh," Dawson gasped as he watched Adam's face.

Adam's fingers began to gently play with Dawson's nuts. He began to softly tug at them, adding his other hand as he got them all slick. He watched as Dawson's rigid cock bounced each time he tugged on his now slippery balls. Dawson could hear the slick noise of Adam's wet hands as they massaged him.

The feeling of a guy's testicle in his hands was a new sensation for Adam. He realized he liked the feel of the soft, wet skin of Dawson's ballsac being jostled by his fingers. When he started to fondle Dawson's balls, he was motivated by doing something he thought Dawson would like. But it quickly turned into something Adam liked doing.

Adam looked up at Dawson as he worked his testicles. Dawson had a look of awe on his face, with his mouth open, his lower jaw jutting out, and his eyebrows furrowed, as he reveled in Adam's hands gently caressing his balls.

Adam kept working Dawson's nuts, going back and forth from one to the other. Each time he'd switch, Dawson's mouth would almost close and his tongue would jut out just a bit as he watched Adam's eyes looking at his junk. After a few minutes, Adam pulled back and let Dawson's slick nuts slip from his fingers. He bent down and gently blew cool air across them as he looked up at Dawson's face for a reaction.

"Oh... oh..." Dawson gasped as he felt Adam's breath hit his balls.

Dawson's cock flexed in hardness and held itself higher for a moment before it bobbed back down to its default rigid position.

Adam went back to work, still watching Dawson, and managed to get both of Dawson's nuts to smash together as he squeezed the sac. He tilted his head as he watched the testicles stretch the skin in his hand. Dawson's face was twitching in reaction. Dawson felt an overwhelming urge to stroke his dick so he moved to grip it. Adam immediately reached out and blocked him with his free hand.

"Hands behind your head. I'm in charge, not you," Adam said with a gentle admonishment.

Dawson was half stunned and half turned on. He grinned at Adam and slowly moved his hands back behind his head. His elbows splayed to the side, exposing his armpit hair again.

"Mmmm, sexy," Adam said.

He reached up with his hand and began to lightly flick the nub of one of Dawson's nipples while he continued to tug at Dawson's balls.

"Oh, man," Dawson said as his cock flexed in reaction.

Dawson had almost a desperate look on his face when Adam finally slipped Dawson's balls out of his hands and stopped teasing his nipple. Adam reached for the lotion. He looked at Dawson as he squirted more cream onto his hand. Dawson's face had become red from all of the stimulation.

Adam looked at Dawson's dick. It was rock hard. To Dawson, it felt harder than it had ever been. It was pointing toward Dawson's face, pulsing gently. Adam could see the vein on the side bulging. Adam gently gripped Dawson's wet ballsac and pulled it toward him. Dawson's cock came forward, standing straight up. Adam could see a little bit of pre-cum on the barely exposed cock slit.

Adam stuck his tongue out and flattened it against his chin. He made eye contact with Dawson. He leaned down and lined his tongue up with Dawson's cockhead. He pulled gently against Dawson's balls, causing Dawson's hard pole to smack against him. Dawson's foreskin-covered head hit Adam's flattened tongue.

"Thwack!" Adam's wet tongue absorbed the force of Dawson's cockhead hitting him.

"Oh!" Dawson moaned in surprise.

Adam released the pressure slightly. Dawson's cock went back to standing straight up. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth and swallowed. He stuck it out again.

"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!" Adam smacked Dawson's cockhead against his tongue in rapid succession.

"Ahhh," Dawson opened his mouth and exhaled loudly as he watched Adam.

Adam let Dawson's shaft stand up straight again as he swallowed again. He looked with amusement at Dawson's cockhead.

"Mmmm," Adam emitted as he pulled Dawson's cock toward him again. He suddenly gripped the shaft at the base and swiped his wet hand slowly up the rigid pole. His hand slid up Dawson's cock, pulling the loose skin so his foreskin covered his cockhead. When his hand came off the tip, he let go of his balls.

"Thwap!" Dawson's cock smacked back toward him and hit his abs.

The foreskin slowly moved to its natural position, exposing just the slit on Dawson's cockhead. It bounced a bit as Adam watched it. Dawson could feel the air cooling the lotion coating his cock shaft.

"Oh... oh... " Dawson gasped as he watched in amazement.

Adam looked directly at Dawson. Dawson was frozen in pleasure. Adam reached out and grabbed Dawson's slick balls again. He tugged on them pulling Dawson's cock toward him. He gripped the shaft at the base again and with a slightly firmer grip, slid his hand up and off his cock, releasing his balls at the same time.

"Thwap!" Dawson's cock smacked back again.

"Oh... yeah..." Dawson gasped with a short breath, "Keep doing that..."

Adam reached out and gripped Dawson's cock with one hand. He began slowly stroking it up and down.

"Oh god..." Dawson yelped as his face looked more desperate.

Adam watched Dawson's face as his mouth twitched. Dawson's eyes said it all. He loved the feeling of Adam stroking him. So did Adam. The soft sensitive skin between his fingers felt like satin to him. It surprised him how comfortable he felt as he tugged on Dawson's penis.

Without warning, Adam let his hands slip off Dawson's cock and balls. Before Dawson could recover, Adam grabbed Dawson's balls. He tugged on them until his cock was standing up straight again.

Adam took his other hand and made a fist. He slid his fist over Dawson's foreskin covered cockhead and pumped just the head three times in quick succession.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Dawson grunted in response.

Adam kept his fist motionless, squeezing Dawson's cockhead. Adam still held Dawson's balls in his hands. He pumped his fist again on the head of Dawson's cock, tighter and quicker this time.

"Oh... god..." Dawson said as his eyes squinted, "I'm really close... oh, god!"

Adam trapped the foreskin in his fist and tugged Dawson's hard shaft toward him. He let go of his balls and stretched the foreskin as he tugged.

"Oh!" Dawson gasped, "Oh god!"

"Thwap!" Dawson's cock smacked back toward him and hit his abs when Adam released the foreskin.

"Hhhh... hhh..." Dawson tried to catch his breath as his cock bounced rigidly in front of him.

Adam tugged down on Dawson's balls again, standing his shaft up again.

"Ohhmmm," Adam suddenly leaned down and took the head of Dawson's cock into his mouth.

"Oh, god!" Dawson gasped, his face all contorted.

The combination of shock that Adam took his cock into his mouth plus the pleasure that Adam's warm mouth gave him made Dawson a bit light-headed. Adam began flicking his tongue rapidly on the sensitive part of Dawson's cockhead.

"I'm... close..." Dawson barely gasped.

Adam let go of Dawson's ballsac as he took a little bit more of his dick into his mouth. He reached up with both hands and began to tweak Dawson's nipples with his slick fingers.

Dawson's eyes widened. His ab muscles tensed up.

"Ugh... gonna cum!" Dawson exhorted desperately.

Adam kept flicking his tongue on Dawson's sensitive cockhead, working his tongue under the foreskin to get at Dawson's most sensitive spot. At the same time, he kept lightly tweaking Dawson's nipples.

"Babe..." Dawson gasped.

Adam braced himself to receive Dawson's semen. Dawson's head came forward, his chin almost touching his chest. His hands lifted about a foot above his chest and his fingers opened wide. His legs spread more than they already were. His cockhead swelled. His eyes rolled as they closed.

"Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh..." Dawson grunted each time his cock spasmed and sent a shot of cum in a slow and deliberate rhythm into Adam's mouth.

The first spurt hit the back of Adam's throat, startling him. Each spasm from Dawson's cock spit a spray of semen. There was just enough time for Adam to swallow before the next one hit. He managed to keep all of Dawson's cum in his mouth as he kept swallowing and rode out Dawson's orgasm.

When Dawson's cock had finished spasming, his head fell back and his hands landed on the side of the pillow. His whole body relaxed.

Adam moved his hands to hold Dawson's hips. He kept suckling and swallowing to make sure he got all of Dawson's sperm. When he was finished, he slipped his lips off of Dawson's dick. It flopped down onto Dawson's abs. Adam swallowed the last mouthful of Dawson's load.

Adam looked at Dawson. His eyes were closed and he was trying to catch his breath. Adam sighed and felt pride in what he had just done for his boyfriend. He moved the lotion container to the foot of the bed and wiped his hands on the bed sheets. Adam grinned to himself and moved to lay beside Dawson. He leaned onto him. Dawson squinted his eyes barely open. He reached up and found Adam's face. He pulled him in. Dawson opened his mouth and their tongues met as they kissed. He could taste the remnants of his own semen. Adam closed his eyes as the boys made out. Eventually, they slowed down and stopped kissing. They opened their eyes and simply looked at each other. They were both breathing heavily.

"You taste good," Adam said softly.

Dawson smiled.

"That was..." Dawson said and stopped because he didn't know how to express himself.

Adam smiled.

"That was amazing," Dawson said, "I don't remember ever being that hard or cumming so fast."

"Hmmm... Then it must be true love," Adam joked.

"Must be..." Dawson whispered, "Thank you for taking such good care of me, babe," Dawson said tenderly.

"I'd do anything for you," Adam said.

"Mmm, I love you," Dawson said.

He planted a single kiss on Adam's lips. Adam nuzzled his head into Dawson's shoulder.

"Wow," Dawson whispered, "I didn't realize how wound up I was from everything that's happened."

"Mmm," Adam acknowledged, "Feel better?"

"A thousand times better..." Dawson said with a grin.

The boys embraced each other for a while. Their breathing slowed. They could each smell the other's aroma. Eventually, Adam lifted his head. They looked at each other and Adam spoke.

"Do you still want to get in some laps this morning?" Adam asked, "I mean, given everything, we could start tomorrow instead..."

"Don't you want me to take care of you?" Dawson said as he stroked Adam's cheek with the back of his fingers.

"No," Adam whispered as he came in for a soft kiss, "I want to wait for tonight... at the cabin."

Dawson smiled.

"Then, we should do some laps," Dawson said, "I have to be in shape for tonight."

Adam smiled. Dawson leaned in and planted a closed mouth kiss on Adam's lips. He rolled off the bed and stood up. He stretched where he stood. Adam got off the bed. He reached back for the hand lotion container. Dawson peed in his toilet as Adam crossed to his room, putting the hand lotion back on the sink counter.

Dawson changed into his swim trunks. He put on his bathrobe because he figured there would be a chill in the air. He slipped his sandals on and waited for Adam. Adam emerged wearing his swim trunks, bathrobe, and sandals. The boys chuckled because they both had the same thought about wearing their bathrobes.

They held hands and made their way downstairs. When they walked out onto the terrace, they both pulled their robes closer because of the cooler temperature. When they got to the pool, the boys slipped off their sandals. They pulled off their robes and quickly got into the pool. The warm water enveloped them as they crouched down until their shoulders were covered.

"You can use the stroke I taught you. Or if you want to try freestyle, I can show you," Dawson offered.

"No, I'm good for now," Adam said, "Maybe when we're at Rosemary's Point, you can show me."

Dawson nodded. He went to the left side of the pool. He took a deep breath, submerged, and began swimming toward the deeper end. Adam watched him swim to the far end of the pool and turn around to swim back. Then Adam started swimming the modified breaststroke Dawson taught him on the right side of the pool.

The boys swam continuously for about thirty minutes. Adam finally stopped and sat on the steps. He was breathing heavily, keeping himself immersed up to his shoulders. His fingers absentmindedly played with his grandparents' rings on the chain around his neck as he watched Dawson swim laps for another few minutes. When Dawson stopped, he swam up to Adam. The boys smiled at each other.

"How do you feel?" Dawson asked, still breathing heavy from the workout.

"Good," Adam replied, "I'm realizing I need to get back in shape."

"Mmm," Dawson said, then he grinned, "I like your shape."

Dawson came in close to Adam and held him by his hips. He leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

"I have a question for you," Dawson said with a somewhat serious tone.

Adam looked at him with concern.

"Are you going to tell Vickie you're gay? Are you going to tell her about us?" Dawson asked.

"Well," Adam said, "I wasn't sure, at first. I feel like that kind of thing could send her over the edge. Women don't really like it when you reject them and then start dating a guy. Especially one as gorgeous as you."

Adam grinned and wrapped his arms around Dawson and pulled him in. Dawson smiled.

"But then I thought about it," Adam said, "She's going to find out at some point. I'd rather she hears it from me."

"Mmm, that makes sense," Dawson said.

"I just hope she doesn't get too upset," Adam said.

"I'm sure you'll break it to her gently," Dawson said and then he grinned, "...pollito."

Dawson guffawed and tried to kiss Adam. Adam turned so Dawson couldn't reach his lips.

"Aw, c'mon, pollito..." Dawson said as he fake pouted.

"Ha... ha..." Adam said, "Joke all you want. But I know Abuelita calls me pollito because she loves me."

Adam pushed him away playfully and splashed him.

"Of course she loves you," Dawson said half laughing, "You're her little chicken... little chickens are cute..."

He made a small splash toward Adam.

"I'm gonna tell Abuelita you're teasing me," Adam taunted.

He splashed toward Dawson.

"You wouldn't dare," Dawson said with a little grin.

"You have no idea what this little chicken is capable of," Adam said as he laughed.

He then began splashing Dawson as he backed away. Dawson splashed back and the boys began laughing as they each splashed the other, trying to get the upper hand. After a bit of back and forth, they began to wrestle. Adam managed to wrap his arms around Dawson from behind. They stopped jostling and Adam began riding on Dawson's back as he pushed off and swam. Adam let go and Dawson turned around so they were facing each other. They were both able to stand. They came in close and began to kiss passionately. After a few minutes, they stopped. They leaned their foreheads against each other and embraced.

"I love you," Adam said.

"I love you," Dawson said, then he paused, "pollito..." he added as he started to laugh.

"You're not going to let go of that, are you?" Adam said as he chuckled.

"No way," Dawson replied as he grinned.

"C'mon, let's go up and get dressed," Adam said still laughing, "I need some breakfast."

Dawson started toward the stairs. Adam followed him. Then Dawson stopped. Adam was looking at Dawson's back when he stopped. He was about to say something when he noticed Dawson was looking up on the pool deck. So, he looked up, too. Adam and Dawson were staring at Artie. He was standing on the pool deck, pointing a gun at the boys.

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The Inheritance Clause - 27

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