Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2024 20:48:02 +0000
From: DJ Warner <djwarner1984@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Inheritance Clause 13

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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The Inheritance Clause - 13

Adam slowly opened the box. Inside was a matching set of gold cuff links,
button studs, and a tie tack. They were all engraved with 'CAJ', Clayton's
initials. On top, was a handwritten card. Adam read the card to himself.

For Clay, my angel,
The finest man in the world should have the finest things on his wedding day.
All my love,
Sarah

Adam began to tear up. He closed the box and hugged it to his chest.

"I'm pretty sure this was your grandmother's wedding present to your
granddad," Dawson said softly.

"That's what I thought, too," Adam said with a slight catch in his throat.

Dawson reached out and rubbed Adam's bicep. Adam opened the box again and
looked at the set as he walked to the bed. He put the card back in the box
and closed it before placing it on the bed.

Dawson waited for Adam to come back into the closet. Adam sniffled as both
boys went through the rest of the boxes. They didn't find anything else of
significance.

Dawson began sweeping the walk-in closet while Adam collected the Italian
shoes, the fedora, and the box with the cuff link set. Adam went to the
bedrooms and put the fedora on one of Dawson's bureaus. He put the box in
the top drawer of the bureau in his room. He put the shoes in the closet,
next to the canvas bag of love notes. When Adam came back to Clayton's
room, there wasn't much left for them to do.

Adam contacted Krantz and Niven and told them they were going to start
bringing things down. Krantz told them to send everything to the basement
level. They sent several elevator loads down to Krantz and Niven, who
unloaded them when they arrived.

The boys thanked Niven and Krantz over the communicator. Krantz told them
the pontoon boat was delivered and the tree branch was removed, so there
were no more workers on the grounds. If the boys wanted to go outside, they
could.

The boys went back into Clayton's room and gave it one last look to make
sure they didn't miss anything. They sat on the couch in the sitting area
and snacked from the tray Niven left before.

"How are you doing? I thought this might be emotional for you," Dawson said
and then took a sip of water.

"I'm ok," Adam said softly as he reminisced in his mind about his
grandfather.

"It's almost 5:00. I was thinking we could make some old fashioneds and go
hang in the garden until dinner," Dawson said as he placed a hand on Adam's
knee.

"That sounds like exactly what I need," Adam said.

The boys closed the sliding glass doors in the master bedroom and Clayton's
office. Dawson took out his communicator and told Niven they would bring
down the snack tray and that they would be in the garden. They grabbed the
tray and took it to the kitchen. Adam said he'd meet Dawson in the garden
and he left.

Dawson went to the library and made a pitcher of old fashioneds. He grabbed
two glasses and brought them and the pitcher outside. He found Adam
standing on the edge of the garden, leaning against a tall hedge, looking
out at the lake. He poured two glasses from the pitcher and went over to
Adam.

Dawson handed Adam his drink and then stood next to him. He held his drink
in one hand and put his other hand around Adam's waist. Adam leaned his
head onto Dawson's shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?" Dawson said quietly.

"I was just thinking about my grandparents. They had so little time
together..." Adam said.

"Mmm," Dawson acknowledged, "Yeah, but they made the most of their time,
didn't they?"

"I suppose," Adam said, "I'm glad we're here for six months. We get to
spend this time alone together. It's almost like a honeymoon."

Dawson took a half-step away from Adam. He held his drink out to the side
and removed his hand from Adam's waist. He placed it on his own chest. He
dropped his jaw as he looked at Adam with wide eyes.

"Is that supposed to be some kind of proposal?!?!" Dawson said in fake
shock.

"No!! No!! I was just saying..." Adam began to protest and then realized
Dawson was just joking with him, "C'mon, stop fooling around. You know what
I meant."

Dawson pulled Adam close to him with his free arm. He gripped his glass in
front of his chest and stood up straighter.

"I do," Dawson said, making it sound like he was saying 'I do' at a
wedding.

"Stop it!" Adam said.

"Ok... ok... I'll stop..." Dawson said as he embraced Adam with one arm
from the side.

Adam leaned his head into Dawson again and sighed. They stood there
together for a while, sipping their drinks, looking out over the
lake. Finally, Dawson spoke.

"Hey, I was thinking. If the judge rules in our favor, how about we take
the pontoon boat to the other side of the lake tomorrow, to Rosemary's
Point. We can stay there for a few nights. We can get the task done, but
also spend some real time alone together. Just us..." Dawson said.

"Mmm, I love that idea," Adam said as he pulled Dawson closer.

Dawson took Adam's empty glass and went to the pitcher. He refilled both
glasses. Adam pulled two of the loungers over to the edge of the garden so
they could sit and enjoy the view of the lake. Dawson joined him. They
leaned back on their loungers and they held hands in between them as they
sipped their drinks. They sat there for a while, quietly enjoying the view.

Eventually, they could hear movement up by the terrace. They reluctantly
got up and grabbed the pitcher. They made their way up to the terrace. When
they got there, Niven was laying out the table settings.

"Krantz is talking with the judge and Ms. Castillo. So, I'm sure he'll have
news when he comes out," Niven said.

The boys looked at each other. Adam began helping Niven while Dawson went
inside to pee. When he came back, he brought back light sweatshirt jackets
for himself and Adam.

Niven went back into the house. Adam went off to the bathroom. Dawson went
to help Niven bring out the food. When Adam came back out, he had two more
drink glasses and a fresh pitcher of old fashioneds with him. He offered
Niven an old fashioned. She accepted and he poured her a drink from the
pitcher.

Adam started telling stories about the time he spent at the lake house
during his younger years. Niven kept mostly quiet and sipped her drink as
he told story after story involving Niven catching him doing things he
shouldn't or covering up for him with his father when he got in trouble. A
couple of times, Dawson caught Niven laughing.

It was starting to get late. The boys had put on their sweatshirts. There
were just finishing their second old fashioneds. Niven was already on her
third. Adam started to wonder to himself if they should send Niven to find
Krantz.

Finally Krantz appeared. He looked flustered. Without even asking, Dawson
got up and poured him a drink. He told Krantz it was an old fashioned as he
handed it to him. Krantz took it willingly and sat down at the round
table. He took a sip. They all just looked at him.

"Well..." Krantz simply said.

He took another sip. Niven tilted her head and leaned toward him, as if she
were trying to silently get him to speak.

"Judge Lynch isn't messing around. She laid out in no uncertain terms
what's going to happen tomorrow," Krantz said, and then he took another sip
of his old fashioned.

Krantz removed a small notepad from his breast pocket. He flipped to the
proper page and began.

"The three of you are to be in the library by 8:00. After I have let in the
judge's people and Ms. Castillo, I will join you. The judge's staff will
set up the ballroom for the inquiry. At 8:15, Ms. Castillo will be allowed
into the library. She will have 30 minutes to speak with the four of us. At
8:45, Dawson and Adam will be escorted to the pool room. At 9:00 the Judge
will meet alone with the two of you. After that, we will all be escorted to
the ballroom. The inquiry will start at 9:30," Krantz paused and left it
hanging, as if he had more to say.

The three of them were rapt and didn't move. Krantz took a sip of his old
fashioned.

"During the inquiry, the four of us will sit at a table together... by
ourselves... in the middle of the room... facing the judge. We are to speak
only to Judge Lynch unless she instructs us otherwise. When the judge makes
her decision, it will be final," Krantz finished.

Krantz sat back and took a generous sip of his old fashioned. No one said
anything for a few moments. Adam broke the silence.

"Sounds like the four of us are on trial," Adam said angrily.

"It does, doesn't it," Krantz said with an edge, almost immediately.

"How can she do this? This doesn't seem legal. Don't we have rights? Don't
we get to have lawyers and witnesses and everything if we want?" Adam said
as he looked to Dawson for a response.

Dawson put his drink down.

"It's not a trial; it's an inquiry. Witnesses and lawyers don't apply in an
inquiry," Dawson said.

The others looked dejected.

"We should eat dinner and try to relax. In the morning, we eat a good
breakfast and do whatever Carmen tells us to do. She's a good lawyer. The
best. She'll have a plan," Dawson said.

That seemed to mitigate things a bit. Krantz took a big swig of his old
fashioned and got up.

"Did you bring the steaks out?" Krantz asked Niven.

"Right there," Niven pointed to a cooler, "Put the vegetables on at the
same time."

Krantz opened the cooler and saw the steaks and some vegetables wrapped in
tin foil. Krantz lit the grill. Niven began putting the Caesar salad
together. When the grill was warm enough, Krantz put the steaks and
vegetables on. Dawson poured four glasses of wine from the bottle that
Krantz had opened before the boys came up to the terrace. He placed the
glasses on the table at each setting.

Krantz was holding tongs as he came over to the table. He swapped his empty
old fashioned glass for the wine glass. He held it up.

"To a wonderful man, who I miss dearly, Clayton Arthur Jameson IV," Krantz
said.

The other three lifted their glasses and acknowledged Clayton. They all
sipped in Clayton's honor. Niven, Adam, and Dawson began eating the Caesar
salad. Krantz had declined the salad when Niven was making it. Dawson
attempted to get them out of their depressed mood.

"Krantz, you were with Clayton a long time. What's the funniest story you
have about him?" Dawson asked.

"Hmm," Krantz said as he stood at the grill and looked off into the
distance.

"Heh, tell them about the time he got stuck in the closet at the banquet,"
Niven said.

"Oh, yes! I'd forgotten about that," Krantz said, as his face lit up with a
grin.

Krantz began telling the story, while the other three listened and ate
their salads. They forgot about the inquiry as they went from one story to
the next, laughing and reminiscing about Clayton. Krantz cooked the steaks
to perfection and they all enjoyed the meal and the company. As they were
all about finished with their meals, Niven sat back.

"We should wait a bit until I bring out the pie," Niven said.

Dawson and Adam helped Niven clear the table, although she protested the
whole time. Niven declined the offer of a glass of creme liqueur. Krantz
went in and came out with three glasses and the bottle. The guys leaned on
the terrace railing overlooking the lake as they sipped their drinks. Niven
stayed inside and tidied up. Eventually, she came out with the pie and ice
cream and set it on the table.

"I'd like to say something," Niven said as she approached the group.

The three of them turned around and looked at Niven.

"Dawson... Adam... I don't know why Mr. Jameson forced you two to stay here
for six months. But I must say. He was always an excellent judge of
character. I can see why he named you his beneficiaries. And you both damn
well deserve to keep whatever he gave you," Niven said with conviction.

"Uh oh, Niven's drunk," Krantz said.

The boys looked at her and then at Krantz because she didn't seem drunk to
them.

"She's cursing. She never swears," Krantz explained.

"You're damn right I'm cursing. And I'll curse at the fucking judge, too,
if I have to," Niven said as her face muscles tightened.

"Thank you, Niven. What you said means a lot to us," Dawson said, hoping to
deflect from the drunken swearing.

"Yes, Niven, thank you," Adam added.

Niven pursed her lips and nodded.

"Who's ready for pie? I'm ready for pie. I'm serving the fucking pie,"
Niven began to ramble.

The three guys all grinned at Niven. Dawson couldn't hold back a slight
chuckle.

"Niven, to show my gratitude for what you said, how about you sit and relax
and I'll serve you for a change," Dawson said as he started toward her and
the table.

"See? This is what I'm talking about," Niven said as she reached up to
Dawson's face and scrunched his cheeks together, "Good manners... And such
a handsome boy..."

Adam's jaw dropped. Dawson didn't move. He waited for Niven to stop holding
his face. She let go, slapped Dawson's cheek softly a couple times, and
then plopped down into the chair closest to her.

"Thank you, Niven," Dawson said, trying to keep a straight face.

Dawson served up four plates of pie and ice cream. They ate
dessert. Afterward, they sat back quietly, listening to the sounds of the
lake at night. Adam watched Niven, in her drunken state, trying to keep her
head upright. But she couldn't prevent her head from slowly swaying to one
side.

"Niven," Adam broke the silence, "why don't you take the rest of the night
off. Dawson and I will clean up, as a gift to you, on what might be our
last night together."

Niven immediately stood up.

"That's a great idea," Niven said.

Without any other words, she turned and went into the house. The three guys
all smiled to each other.

"Krantz, you too. We'll clean up," Dawson said as he stood up.

"Thank you boys. If it's all the same to you, I think I'll pour another
glass of creme liqueur and smoke a cigar out here on the terrace. I
wouldn't mind being alone for a bit," Krantz said.

"Of course," said Adam as he stood, too.

"But before I do, I have some things I want to say while we have a few
minutes alone," Krantz said.

Adam snuck a glance at Dawson as they took their seats and faced him. Then
Krantz leaned forward.

"Adam, I worked for your grandfather most of my adult life. I've known you
since you were born," Krantz spoke softly.

Krantz paused for an uncomfortably long time, like he was trying to figure
out how to say what he wanted to say. He sighed softly and then spoke.

"Your grandfather was a good man. He always thought through everything he
did. You may not know why he set his will up like this, but you can be sure
he had a good reason. If things don't go well tomorrow, don't blame your
grandfather. He always had good intentions in whatever he did. And he
always wanted the best for you," Krantz said.

Krantz glanced at Dawson to make sure he was listening, too.

"I want to ensure your feelings toward your grandfather don't get damaged
by anything that happens tomorrow. If the judge rules that your father gets
the inheritance, I don't want you to be angry at your grandfather," Krantz
explained.

"Oh, Krantz," Adam said, "I don't think I was ever angry at granddad when
he was alive. And I'm not about to start now."

"Good," said Krantz and then he directed his comments toward Dawson, "I
hope you will still think highly of Mr. Jameson. He thought very highly of
you."

"Oh, I had nothing but respect for him. I realized the other night that I
loved him. And I miss him. He treated me so well. I couldn't be angry at
him," Dawson said.

Thoughts of Clayton filled Dawson's mind as his eyes got misty. Adam
contemplated what must have been going through his granddad's mind for him
to set his will up like he did. Krantz was looking at the ground, deep in
thought. Dawson sensed there was more that Krantz wanted to say.

"Was there something else, Krantz?" Dawson asked.

Krantz looked up and he locked eyes with Dawson. They lingered there,
looking at each other, for longer than normal.

"No... no... that was all," Krantz said as he broke eye contact and looked
off toward the lake.

Dawson couldn't shake the feeling there was more that Krantz wanted to say.

Adam thanked Krantz and began clearing things from the table. Dawson
cleaned the grill while Adam collected all of the other miscellaneous
things they brought out. The boys met up in the kitchen and loaded the
dishwasher. They ran it and then wiped down the area.

When they were finished, Dawson leaned against the sink and pulled Adam
into an embrace. The boys stayed like that, quietly hugging for a few
minutes.

"Let's go," Adam said softly, "we have a big day tomorrow."

They held hands as they went up the stairs. The boys walked into Dawson's
room still holding hands. Adam was going to continue through the bathroom
to his room, but Dawson didn't let go of his hand. Adam stopped and looked
at him.

"Stay with me? In my bed?" Dawson said softly.

Adam paused and didn't respond right away.

"Sorry, I just want to hold you. I shouldn't be pressuring you," Dawson
said.

"No... no... I hesitated because I don't know if I can be near you and not
attack you," Adam said with a slight chuckle.

"I'm willing to chance it, if you are," Dawson said.

Adam smiled.

"Ok," he said.

Dawson let go of his hand and Adam went through to his room. The boys
changed for bed and both went into the bathroom to brush their teeth. Adam
was in his boxer briefs and Dawson was in his shorts and t-shirt. Dawson
looked at Adam's muscular chest. He could see his armpit hair as he lifted
his arm to brush. He lingered his eyes for a few moments on the side view
of Adam's plump ass in his dark green boxer briefs. He was wondering if he
was going to be able to restrain himself when they got into bed.

Adam rinsed his mouth and then turned and smiled at Dawson. He swatted
Dawson's ass playfully as he walked behind him and went into Dawson's
room. When Dawson finished, he made his way toward the bed. Adam had
already climbed in and was laying on his back, under the covers, waiting
for him.

Dawson climbed in and they kissed with their mouths closed. Without saying
anything, Adam rolled toward the wall and he moved himself closer to
Dawson. Dawson slipped his arm under Adam's shoulder and turned onto his
side. He engulfed Adam in his arms as he nestled his head up close to
Adam's.

Adam lay back into Dawson, so they were both almost looking toward the
ceiling, with their cheeks touching. Adam reached to hold onto Dawson's
arm, which was wrapped across his torso. And Dawson slid his legs, so they
entangled with Adam's.

"Mmm, this feels so good," Adam whispered, "Like we were meant to fit
together like this..."

"Mmm" Dawson confirmed and squeezed Adam tighter.

They lay in silence for a few minutes, listening to each other breathing.

"Good night, babe," Adam heard Dawson whisper, just as he was drifting off
to sleep.

Sometime during his sleep, Adam turned more toward the wall and lay mostly
on his stomach. Dawson, still sleeping too, followed him and ended up
mostly covering him with his body as he continued to hold him. Some time
soon after, Adam bent his knee and slid it up the bed, creating a gap
between his legs. Dawson, instinctively in his sleep, slid his knee up and
filled the gap with his leg. His thigh aligned with Adam's, causing his
flaccid package to press against Adam's taint. The boys slept like that
through the night.

Somewhere early in the morning, Dawson's morning wood started to appear
while he was still sleeping. Adam was still not awake either. Dawson's
shaft was pulsing against Adam's crevice. The pressure of Dawson's erection
along his ass crack caused new sensations in Adam's body. Adam's erection
formed and began pressing against the bed. In his sleep, Adam began
dreaming that he and Dawson were making love. His hips began to gently rock
as they made passionate love in his dream.

Dawson began to wake from the motion of Adam's ass grinding gently against
his boner. Dawson realized what was happening. He didn't move as he enjoyed
the feeling of Adam stimulating him. Suddenly, Adam began grinding
faster. His breaths became shorter and louder.

"Oh, Dawson..." Adam gasped.

Dawson felt Adam shudder and gasp in his sleep as he came inside his boxer
briefs, pressing his erection into the mattress. The sensation of Adam's
ass grinding into Dawson had already brought him close to cumming. Dawson
realized Adam was having an orgasm while dreaming about him. Dawson was
overwhelmed. He tried to fight the urge. He truly wanted to let Adam
navigate his sexual awakening without pressure from him. But he couldn't
help it. His passion was too strong. Dawson pressed his whole body into
Adam and hunched his hips. He dug his cock into the crevice of Adam's ass,
with only his shorts and Adam's boxer briefs separating them. After a few
thrusts, the sensation was too intense and he started to cum.

"Hhh, hhh, hhh, hhh," Dawson suppressed his groans as he came in his
shorts, thrusting his shaft against Adam's ass crack.

Adam was now awake and realized Dawson was having an orgasm as he humped
him. He moved only his hand as he grasped Dawson's hand and squeezed
it. When Dawson finished cumming, he relaxed his body against Adam's. He
was breathing heavily as he began kissing Adam's neck.

Adam was surprised that he liked the sensation of Dawson's hard shaft
grinding against his asshole. He hadn't realized how good it could feel.

"Good morning," Adam said.

"Morning," Dawson replied as he turned himself to no longer lean against
Adam's body.

Once Adam was freed, he rolled onto his back. Dawson stayed on his side as
he embraced Adam again.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't planning that. I was dreaming of you and then..."
Dawson said with genuineness.

"It's ok, babe. I dreamt about you, too," Adam said as he caressed Dawson's
cheek.

"Yeah, I know. You called out my name when you came during your wet dream,"
Dawson said softly and then smiled.

It was then that Adam realized that he had dreamt about Dawson and him
making love. And that he had cum in his boxer briefs.

"Well, that's not embarrassing at all," Adam said as he tried to hide his
face in Dawson's neck.

"Why would you be embarrassed?" Dawson asked, "I think it's hot."

Adam pulled Dawson in for a kiss. They made out for a while and then they
both stopped kissing.

"So... In your dream about me... What were we doing?" Dawson asked with a
light tone in his voice.

Adam began caressing Dawson's pec.

"Well, we were at Rosemary's Point. We were sitting by the fire pit on the
beach. Then I went into the cabin and you followed me. Our clothes came off
and we made love in front of the fireplace. It was very romantic," Adam
said.

"Mmm, sounds like it. Who was on top?" Dawson asked casually.

Adam stopped caressing Dawson's pec and turned to look at him.

"Why does that matter?" Adam asked.

"I just want to know subconsciously which team you're on, so I know where
we stand when the time comes," Dawson said.

"Well, babe, how about I just keep that a mystery for now..." Adam said as
he playfully patted his pec.

"Don't we have enough mysteries?" Dawson asked.

Adam didn't respond. Instead, he rolled toward Dawson and forced him onto
his back. He straddled him and kissed him with his lips closed. He then
lifted himself and rolled off the bed. As he walked toward the bathroom,
Dawson watched him. Adam turned his upper body as he walked. He smiled and
waved, wiggling his fingers as he did. Dawson chuckled.

Adam disappeared into the bathroom and the shower started. Dawson threw his
arm over his head onto the pillow and sighed. He smiled to himself as he
replayed in his mind what had just happened. He randomly slid his other
hand down to his abs as he lay there listening to Adam showering. Dawson
felt wetness from Adam's cum, remnants of which he left on his shirt when
he straddled Dawson. Dawson brought his fingers to his mouth. He sniffed
the salty, metallic odor of Adam's sperm. He licked his fingers and closed
his eyes as he thought about Adam.

Eventually, the shower turned off. Dawson heard Adam get out of the shower
and begin to dry himself off. Dawson sat up. He pulled his shirt off and
got off the bed. He slipped off his cum-smeared shorts. He tossed both of
them into the laundry bin and headed for the bathroom. As he passed Adam to
get to the shower, he playfully swatted Adam's exposed ass cheek. Adam
smiled.

When Dawson finished his shower, Adam was shaving, standing in just boxer
briefs and dress socks. Dawson dried off. The boys kept looking at each
other in the mirror and smiling. When Dawson finished drying off, he went
to the sink and began trimming his beard. Adam had finished shaving and was
brushing his teeth.

"Hey, babe?" Dawson said.

Adam turned and smiled with foam on his lips. He liked it when Dawson
called him babe.

"Hmm?" Adam replied.

"After we get dressed, will you do that thing with my hair again?" Dawson
asked.

Adam spit and then smiled.

"Of course," he said.

Dawson began brushing his teeth as Adam finished. He wiped his mouth and
went into Dawson's room. Dawson glanced toward Adam, wondering what he was
doing. Adam came out shortly.

"Wear the necktie I picked out for you," was all Adam said as he walked
through the bathroom to his room.

When Dawson finished, he went into his room. As he put on his dress shirt,
the seriousness of what was about to happen began to hit him. Adam finished
first. He stood in the bathroom doorway holding his suit jacket. He watched
Dawson finish tying his necktie. Dawson came toward him.

Dawson stopped when he noticed that Adam was wearing his granddad's tie
tack. He reached out and held it between his fingers. He looked at it as he
rubbed Clayton's initials with his thumb. The boys made eye contact briefly
as Dawson let go of it. Then Dawson moved into the bathroom.

Dawson began primping his hair as Adam moved behind him. Adam dipped his
fingers in the gel. Dawson put his hand down as Adam worked the gel into
Dawson's hair. He gently worked Dawson's hair until the front of his hair
was standing up. Dawson watched Adam's eyes as he worked. When he finished,
Adam wiped his hand on the hand towel.

"Gorgeous," was all Adam said.

Dawson smiled. They grabbed their suit jackets and made their way down to
the dining room to have breakfast.

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