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chapter three

Sex on Fire

Kenny swiped his keycard to the hotel room door, the quiet beep drowning out the roaring in his ears and Aaron stepped inside with a sinful saunter, sending Kenny’s pulse into overdrive.

Their eyes locked, sultry blue meeting molten amber, and Kenny felt that look like a match to gasoline. His heart thrashed, unruly and defenceless, as it had every single time. He wondered if he’d ever grow tired of that look.

No. Aaron wouldn’t give him the chance.

The door shut with a muted thud and Kenny caught a fleeting glance at the chaos Aaron had left behind earlier. Pillows askew, duvet crumpled, leftover plate of food on the desk, and the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air. He arched an eyebrow at him, a warning, to keep up the pretence that he cared. But none of it mattered. Not now. Not when Aaron was here, inches away, enticing him into the dark side.

Bringing him here had been reckless. A slow dive into the abyss. Another nail driven into the coffin of his career. But regret never came. How could it, when Aaron stood there, sinfully beautiful, seductively enticing, offering Kenny everything he craved, wrapped in everything he could never resist? Aaron might don masks, played his parts with dangerous ease, but each one snuck past Kenny’s defences and lodged itself deeper, carving out pieces of his heart until there was nothing left that wasn’t touched by him.

Nothing left that wasn’t his .

With a low rumble deep in his throat, Kenny surged forward, capturing Aaron’s mouth in a kiss that burned hot and seared deep. Not rushed, but it wasn’t idle, either. It was intense and conscious. And he framed Aaron’s face in his hands, grazing his thumbs along the sharp planes of his cheekbones as their mouths moved together, the subtle brush of tongue setting off a tremor in his veins. Aaron’s kiss was as treacherous as it was intoxicating. Razor sharp and wrapped in silk. Hazardous, like the sweetest poison. And every time Aaron honoured him with one, it made Kenny ache with the fear of losing it. Losing him . Of being denied the chance. And that fear made him greedier. Made every stolen taste more exquisite.

Soon their clothes disappeared, Aaron tugging Kenny’s shirt over his head, while Kenny peeled Aaron’s jeans free with an urgent tug. Impatience took over, hands frantic, fumbling until, finally, Kenny’s bare skin met Aaron’s bare skin, and he tumbled them onto the bed, limbs tangling as they wrestled for dominance. Aaron laughed low in his throat, a wicked sound, and Kenny felt it like a shiver down his spine.

Aaron straddled him, pressing Kenny down not with his weight but with the wickedness in his eyes, electric with hunger. The blue of them crackled. Wild and unapologetic. Kenny let him play this game. The push and pull of their unspoken rules. The fight for who was in charge. And Aaron trailed his hands over Kenny’s chest, dragging fingers through the hair there, nails scratching just enough to sting.

Kenny let him take the lead. He always did. For a while. Let him think he had the upper hand. But the way Aaron’s breaths came quicker, the way he braced his hands on Kenny’s chest, told a different story. Kenny knew what he wanted. He’d played the game long enough now. Learned the truth beneath Aaron’s defiance and could read it in the tremor of Aaron’s breath right then. He wasn’t fighting for dominance. He was fighting to lose it.

So Kenny curved his lips beneath the bruising press of Aaron’s mouth on his, waiting for the moment to strike.

Then, like the snap of a chain pulled taut, his moment presented itself and he struck. He grabbed Aaron’s wrists and pinned them down beside his head, holding him there on top of him, face to face, so he couldn’t back away and held his gaze for that moment too long. Where he ripped away Aaron’s defences. Where he saw beyond the roleplay to the man beneath. The one Kenny needed. Wanted . Craved like a drug. And Aaron’s sharp inhale was a symphony, half relief, half surrender. A sound shattering in Kenny’s chest and stitching it back together with the pieces Aaron had stolen before all at once.

Aaron surrendered. Completely.

And fuck , Kenny craved every fractured, defiant, beautiful part of him. The rough edges and the soft, hidden pieces Aaron didn’t even know how to show.

“You gonna just stare at me?” Aaron shifted his wrists in Kenny’s grip, testing without truly resisting. He could break free if he wanted. Kenny knew that. And the most intoxicating part? He didn’t want to.

“For now.” Kenny traced every detail of Aaron. The flushed cheeks, the wild gleam in his eyes, the way his nostrils flared with his shallow, urgent breaths.

Kenny could feel his restraint waning, along with the words trapped inside him, tangled in barbed wire. One day, if Kenny was patient enough, those truths might tumble free. Might fall from Aaron’s lips like shattered glass. Sharp and fragile. And when they did, Kenny would be ready. He’d catch every jagged piece, hold them in his hands no matter how they cut, and whisper them back. Make Aaron believe he wasn’t broken.

Until then, he’d wait.

Aaron slammed his mouth onto Kenny’s, shying away from his impenetrable gaze. Kenny smirked beneath his lips, then lifted his head from the pillow, releasing Aaron’s wrists to roll him over and lay him down, exposing him to his every whim. Aaron’s body unfolded like a map, inviting Kenny to explore every inch, every curve, and he once again pinned Aaron’s wrists to the pillow so he could just stare at him. At how utterly stunning he was.

But Aaron knew there was more to Kenny’s delving gaze, and he hated it. “Prick.”

Kenny slid his nose along Aaron’s, then leaned back to keep looking, keep gazing into Aaron’s hypnotic blue eyes. Waiting . Patiently hoping it might loosen Aaron’s tongue. But Aaron grappled to lift his head from the pillow, so Kenny dipped away just far enough so Aaron couldn’t reach him.

“Kiss me,” Aaron growled.

“Ask nicely.”

Aaron brought up his knee to Kenny’s bare arse in an empty threat. “ Kiss me .”

Kenny chuckled, then clambered up Aaron, sweeping the head of his aching cock along Aaron’s lips. Aaron narrowed his eyes, but he threw out his tongue, licking around him, lapping up the leaking precum as if starved of it. He shouldn’t be. He’d sucked him dry that morning. Kenny could still recall how fucking incredible it’d been. So he eased his length inside Aaron’s mouth to relive it.

“Fuck, yeah …” He thrust in and out of Aaron’s mouth, reaching for the nearly empty lube on the bedside table and flicking open the cap. “So good, baby. Your beautiful filthy mouth is so fucking good .”

Aaron pulled off with a wet pop, wrapping his fingers around the base of Kenny’s cock to stroke while swirling his wicked tongue over his tip. Teasing, savouring, tasting him as if it was the sweetest treat he’d ever been given. It drove Kenny wild. But he needed so much more. So he fell to Aaron’s side on his knees and squeezed the last of their lube into his palm, claiming Aaron’s lips once more. He then grasped Aaron’s leg, pushing it up and back to reveal the tender flesh beneath, dancing his wet fingers across Aaron’s opening, the lube a silky whisper as he coaxed Aaron’s body to surrender.

Surrender, he did. With a drawn-out moan.

Kenny inserted the first finger with ease, the second with indulgence, then leaned back, eyes fixed on the sight beneath him, heart pounding with anticipation. He gathered the remains of the lube from Aaron, coating his own cock and Aaron’s and worked them both, spreading the mess, the heat, the need. Revelling in Aaron’s groans of, “More. There. Oh, fuck, there . Need more.”

Kenny removed his fingers, wriggling forward between Aaron’s spread legs, pushing them apart and forcing Aaron’s hips from the bed as he pointed his blunt tip to Aaron’s impatient hole, ready to give him what he cried out for.

“ Fuck ,” Kenny breathed out, glancing down at the man beneath him, body hotter than the sun. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“Not inside me yet, lover.”

Kenny countered that and, in a tangle of sweat and lube, he inched forward, easing his eager cock inside the exquisite devastation that was Aaron Jones. The most beautiful man he’d ever had the fortune to fuck. And Aaron’s face, twisting in pleasure as he welcomed Kenny into his body, into his secrets and lies, his chaos and mess, was a revelation Kenny still couldn’t quite believe.

Aaron gripped the headboard behind him to arch his back, lift his hips, forcing more of Kenny into him as if desperate to be consumed. Claimed. Controlled . For Kenny to take over what was inside him. It was more than anything Kenny had ever felt before. It was fragile and overwhelming all at once. And the tight, slick heat around his shaft gripped Kenny like a vice, drawing broken sounds from his throat.

Once all the way in, he paused. Waited.

Chest rising and falling, Aaron opened his eyes to lock them onto Kenny’s. Frustration. Annoyance. Desperation. It all oozed from every perspiring pore of Aaron’s body, and he put all that into his gaze. But he clenched his jaw tight. Locked. Preventing himself from speaking. From saying what Kenny knew was there. On the tip of his tongue.

Kenny lowered as far as he could, almost bending Aaron in half, and kissed him. Then waited some more.

Aaron exhaled, nostrils flaring. “Move.”

“Not yet.”

Aaron kissed him, tangling his hands in his hair, gripping the strands just enough to cause pain. Kenny drew back. Grabbed Aaron’s wrists again, this time pressing them by Aaron’s head, pinning him down into submission.

“Still just staring at me.”

“For now.”

“Move, doc.” Aaron rotated his hips, eliciting a delightful gasp from his parted lips as Kenny hit the spot inside him. “Ohh, fuck God …” Aaron arched his back, rolling his hips to get more. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah . Fucking move . Need it. Need you.”

Kenny nuzzled into his neck, staking his claim, waiting it out a little longer. “Like you like this.”

“Like you fucking me.”

Kenny rose. Said nothing.

Aaron blinked. Swallowed. “ Please .” He teetered on the edge of his restraint, his fight replaced with a whispering plea. “Please, just fuck me.”

Kenny couldn’t bear the fragile vulnerability any longer. Though he craved the words, the explicit surrender, the need to give, to satisfy, burned hotter. And so he did. He eased out of Aaron, then thrust back in with languid care. Slowly fucking him into silence. Releasing Aaron’s wrists to grab his waist, he dragged him closer, and Aaron scrambled back to the headboard behind, clinging onto it for leverage as he raised his hips and slammed down onto Kenny’s cock. A spark of defiance, a desperate grasp for control. Kenny let him have his power bottom moment, before he’d reclaim the reins.

Sort of.

Because, even though Kenny wore the mask of control, the truth was Aaron made him far too weak for it to ever be real.

But he played the part anyway.

With a deft twist of Aaron’s leg, he tumbled him onto his front, dragging his hands over the smooth expanse of his back—a canvas of taut muscle and flushed skin, begging to be claimed. Kenny drank him in, relishing the quiet surrender, the way Aaron yielded beneath him. And as he thrust, slow and possessive, he felt it in every shudder, every arch of Aaron’s body. That he was his. Entirely his .

Aaron pushed up onto his hands and knees, an offering Kenny couldn’t resist, and Kenny fucked him from behind, primal and brutal, skin slapping skin in feverish delirium.

“Wanted this all fucking day,” Kenny growled, digging his fingers into Aaron’s hips.

“Just have to say the word, lover. I’ll let you fuck me over your podium.”

Kenny hauled him up, back flush against his chest, and wrapped one hand around Aaron’s throat, scratching his beard along the sensitive skin on Aaron’s neck. Just the mere thought of doing what Aaron had said had Kenny gluttonous and transfixed, fisting Aaron’s leaking cock to stroke in time with his rabid thrusts.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” Kenny nibbled his ear. “Everyone watching me fuck you.”

“Least then they’ll all know I’m yours.”

Kenny tightened his grip on Aaron’s throat just enough to add pressure, to let the stars blurring his vision sharpen so he could focus on the pure, unadulterated hedonism. There, he forced Aaron into a delicious dance, bucking back and forth between the indulgence of Kenny’s intrusion and the exquisite torment of his hand.

“You are mine,” he growled, pounding into him harder.

“Kenny…fuck, Kenny , fuck, fuck, fuck …” Aaron slurred each curse as if he were unsure which sensation gave the most pleasure, the rhythmic pounding of Kenny’s cock inside him or the erratic strokes Kenny gave to his aching length.

“Good boy. So good.” Kenny felt the sharp swallow in Aaron’s throat beneath his fingers and he kissed his jaw, his neck, sucking the skin until he was red raw. Marking him. “Can feel you’re near.”

“Oh, fuck, Kenny. Yeah. I’m near. Need to come.”

“Not yet, baby. I’m enjoying this way too fucking much.”

Kenny relaxed his strokes on Aaron’s cock, letting the waves of his own pleasure build and match Aaron’s.

“Oh, fuck. Please, Kenny, please .”

The pressure hit, and finally Kenny’s guttural groan swallowed Aaron’s muffled cry as they came together with thick ropes of Aaron’s cum splattering across the sheets and over Kenny’s hand. But Kenny kept himself buried deep inside him, releasing everything he had to Aaron and savouring the aftershocks of erratic trembles and loud curses. Then, swiping the spilled cum from his fingers, he lifted them to Aaron’s lips, watching as he licked them clean with gluttony. Kenny took the rest for himself, not wasting any part of Aaron to satisfy his unrelenting hunger for him.

“So good,” he rumbled into Aaron’s ear. “You’re always so fucking good to come home to.”

Aaron collapsed onto the bed, and Kenny fell with him, spooning him close, holding him tight as the tremors subsided. And as he held him, relaxed and undone, with Aaron’s face hidden in the pillows, working through his come down, he opened his mouth. Maybe he should say it now. Let him know. While Aaron’s body still tingled and glowed. But the words were stuck. Lodged in his throat. Because he knew once they were out, he couldn’t take them back.

And he knew how they had the power to ruin everything.

So he kept his mouth busy by kissing Aaron’s back, along his shoulders, revelling in the subtle squirms and the eruption of goose pimples over his skin. That was enough. For now, he could live with this being what this was.

Beautiful. Devastating. Unrepentant.

Aaron’s arm came up, tangling his fingers in Kenny’s hair, pulling him closer, as he did every time, as if afraid he’d slip away. Craving a connection he’d never had. Kenny let him, let himself be pulled closer, surrendering without hesitation. Because if Aaron was starved for touch, then Kenny wanted to give him everything . Would press into him until there was no space left between them. Until Aaron had no doubt he was there .

“You need a shower, doc,” Aaron said to the pillow.

But there was always that quick deflection. A verbal sleight-of-hand Aaron used when the intimacy got too vivid. Too real. Kenny knew that move well. Aaron didn’t know how to stay in vulnerability. Didn’t trust it not to swallow him whole. Kenny didn’t need to read his mind. He was already there, bound to Aaron’s need and pain in ways he couldn’t untangle. Some of it was clinical reflex, yes, born from years of analysing fractured psyches. But this? What he had with Aaron? It was deeper. Primal . It wasn’t just analysis. Kenny wasn’t observing Aaron from the outside. He was inside .

Caught in the eye of his storm.

And that was the scariest place Kenny had ever let himself be.

“So do you,” Kenny said, dragging his tongue across Aaron’s back, tasting the salt on his skin, the heat of him like an addiction he’d never break.

Aaron twisted in Kenny’s arms. “No, I only have you on me.” He kissed him, sucking on Kenny’s bottom lip. “You’ve still got academia, professionalism, and work stuck all over you.” He tightened his grip on Kenny’s hair. “I want my Kenny.”

Then there was that . Those rare, searing moments when Aaron stripped everything back and said exactly what he wanted. No games. No deflection. Just truth . That he wanted him. Always him. Kenny . Creating an addiction settling deep in Kenny’s bones, in his blood, making him crave every unguarded word like a fix he’d never get enough of.

Kenny kissed him, flattening Aaron onto his back and travelled down his body, nibbling as he went to ensure he left enough marks everywhere on that delightful, sun-kissed skin so everyone who saw him tomorrow would know . He belonged to Kenny. Then he rolled off the bed and Aaron put his arms behind his head with a wicked, devilish grin, and it took effort to go wash all they were to each other off in the shower.

But what his boy wanted, his boy got.

When he returned, ruffling a towel through his wet hair, Aaron was asleep. And Kenny watched him for a while with an ache in his chest, heavy and unshakable. Because he knew it now. Knew for absolute certain.

He was in love with Aaron. Loved all of him. The infuriating stubbornness. His guarded silences. Those rough, prickly edges that caused permanent damage. And the rare, startling moments of sweet vulnerability that made Kenny’s heart clench. He’d fallen so hard and so deep, he was drowning in him.

But he silenced that revelation in the only way he knew how. By slipping beneath the sheets, folding himself in with him and pulling him close until there was no space left between them. Then, clamping his leg around Aaron, he ensured every inch of his skin felt his touch.

Letting him know he was there. With him.

For as long as Aaron allowed him to be.