Page 17 of Kiss Me Honey Honey (To Love a Psycho #2)

Chapter sixtee n

The Closest Thing to Crazy

Kenny shifted them both to the sofa.

The worn rug might have sufficed moments ago, but this was better. Warmer, more intimate, and he draped the thick blanket over Aaron, cocooning them both from the biting November chill. There, facing him, he entangled his legs with Aaron’s, laying his hand on Aaron’s hip, the other tucked under his head, their bare skin brushing which, although they had been like this before, now felt real .

Tender .

Aaron had been right. This wasn’t a turning point. It had already turned long before now. The rules Kenny had carefully crafted, the boundaries he’d sworn to uphold, had shattered beyond recognition. They’d been too close, too entangled from the start. Yet the wrongness of it—the ethics, the morality, the risks—buzzed faintly in Kenny’s mind like bees around pollen. He should have stopped this. Barricaded himself against it.

But, like the honey those bees made, the taste was too sweet.

If the world wanted barricade tape, fine. He’d wrap it around them both to hold them together .

“Can I get you anything?” Kenny asked, adjusting his position on the narrow sofa to avoid falling off.

Aaron dragged out a hand from under the blanket, scraping his platinum blond hair back with a weary sigh. “A new identity. A new brain.”

Kenny’s lips quirked into a small smile. “I can work on the brain with you. The identity… you don’t need it. I like this one.”

Aaron arched an eyebrow, scepticism etched into his face. “Yeah?”

“No one knows who you are. You only think they do. That’s paranoia. Warranted, yes, but everything out there is speculation. Sensationalised lies. You can ignore it.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“It’s not easy for me,” Kenny countered, because he never wanted Aaron to think he was in this alone. “But all we have is our integrity. Our truth. Cling to it.” He tucked a hand under the blanket, resting it on Aaron’s hip before pulling him closer, their chests touching as he kissed him, then pulled back. “But I sort of meant can I get you a drink? Food.”

“You should’ve led with that.”

Kenny chuckled. “I could order pizza. Or I have stuff to make pasta. But honestly, I’d rather not move from here.” He squeezed Aaron’s hip. “I’m oddly comfortably despite my arse hanging off.”

Aaron tucked a stray lock of Kenny’s hair behind his ear, his touch lingering. “Pizza’s good. But… later, yeah? Sorta comfy, too.”

“Whenever you want it.”

Aaron’s brow furrowed, as if grappling with something unspoken, and Kenny’s hackles raised. They’d already crossed so many lines, stepped so far past what was safe. He wasn’t sure he could take much more without free-falling entirely.

“I… uh…” Aaron’s voice wavered, but he pressed on. “Have a confession to make. ”

Kenny inhaled sharply. “And I’m not going to like it.”

Aaron’s lips quirked into a half-smile. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“How much you’re already in this?”

Kenny kissed him again, capturing Aaron’s bottom lip between his own before pulling away just enough to speak. “That enough to let you know?”

“ Yeah ,” Aaron breathed out.

“Then confess.”

Fear sparked in Aaron’s eyes, but he did. “It’s about that night in Inferno.”

Kenny inhaled, sharp and deep, ready to take and accept what came next.

“It wasn’t random. I knew who you were.” Aaron winced. “I’d been following you for a while. From the moment I learned your name, I found out everything I could about you. Read your books. Articles. Set up notifications under an alias so I’d know anytime something new about you hit the internet. When I was seventeen and living in a halfway house in Woolwich, found out you were delivering a keynote speech in London. So I went. Snuck in.”

“You what?”

“You wouldn’t have noticed me. My hair was jet black back then. I dyed it from the blond after that bloke…well, he liked me blond, so, fuck him, right? But, anyway, I stayed in the back. Watched you speak. Watched you keep looking at some bloke in the crowd with pink hair. Afterwards, I saw you talk to him outside, exchange numbers. Then he left, and you lingered. Watching him like how I was watching you.”

Kenny knew he should say something, stop Aaron, but he couldn’t.

“I waited for you in the rain.” It was as if Aaron found his confidence babbling more of the home truths he’d kept from him for so long. “Thought I’d follow you to the train station. But you went to Inferno instead. I couldn’t get in, obviously, but I went back. Week after week, I kept going. Got myself a fake ID. I just… wanted to see you. Watch you. Twice more, you were there when I was. You never noticed me because I didn’t want you to. Then that night, I thought it was fate.”

Aaron’s hand trembled as he reached for Kenny’s face, his touch hesitant but firm as he dragged his fingers through Kenny’s beard. “I wanted you to notice me that night. I wanted you to feel something . At first, it was for you to pay for what I thought you’d done to my life.”

Kenny’s chest rose as Aaron’s words settled like a weight.

“Then you kissed me. And I was fucking gone . Had no idea you’d kiss like that. You’d be like that. It was like you pulled every single bit of me out.”

Kenny closed his eyes, exhaling shakily. In some distant part of himself, he’d always known. Or suspected. The coincidence of their meeting, the magnetic pull between them. It was too perfectly imperfect to be built on a chance.

“ Aaron …”

Aaron didn’t let him finish. He lurched forward, capturing Kenny’s lips in a kiss both chaste and consuming. A kiss demanding attention. Pleading forgiveness.

“I never meant for this to happen,” Aaron said once they’d pulled apart. “I was meant to tease you. Lead you on. If I’d known then that one kiss would leave me like this— drowning in you, fucking dying for you—I would’ve run away.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“So you know. Know why I can’t move on from this. You. Because I’ve been chasing you for so fucking long.”

Kenny held him closer, as though that could make sense of everything. Words failed him, scattered and useless. Eventually, his lips found Aaron’s, and the way he yielded to him, Kenny realised he didn’t need words. Words couldn’t explain this . The mess. The chaos and madness .

And they couldn’t capture how beautiful it was.

Aaron inclined back, piercing blue eyes searching for something. Reassurance? Clarity? Absolution? “You think I’m crazy, right?”

Kenny ghosted his fingers along the curve of Aaron’s jaw. “If you are, I’m close to diagnosing myself insane, too.”

Aaron’s blue eyes had always been striking, but now they glimmered with something more. Honesty. Conviction. A fragile bravery stripping everything away, and laying him bare. Aaron didn’t break easily. He wasn’t weak. He had strength. It took guts to expose himself the way he had. To admit his failings. And to stand without the armour he’d spent years perfecting. The facade, the walls, the Teflon coating he’d used to deflect every wound, every hurt, every rejection—gone.

And only now, with those defences crumbled, could he heal.

Kenny felt the enormity of it, the significance of being the one Aaron had let in, the one he’d chosen to see the wreckage beneath the surface. He wanted to believe that this— them —could be something more than the chaos that brought them here. That maybe, just maybe, there was something amid all that had gone wrong that could be right .

But the thought cut both ways. Because if this—if he —had become Aaron’s therapy, then it gave him credit, an excuse for crossing lines that should have been there for a reason. For shattering the boundaries he was supposed to protect.

He couldn’t let himself off that easily, even if this was inevitable.

Buzzing shattered the moment, and Kenny released his arms from the blanket to check around the room. His phone was somewhere among the mess on the floor, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to find it and return to reality. But he couldn’t ignore the other things in his life that were his responsibility, either. So he twisted, the blanket falling off them both, and sat with his back to Aaron to pick up his suit trousers and check in his pocket. As he fished his phone out, Aaron hitched up on his elbow, ghosting his fingers along Kenny’s spine. It felt so good, it was painful . Like his skin burned for Aaron’s touch. Then when Kenny scrolled through the piled up messages and Aaron wriggled up to press his lips along his back, to his shoulder blades and neck, Kenny wasn’t ever going to resist.

Kenny’s head rolled back, baring his neck to Aaron’s hungry kisses, and Aaron trailed his fingers, tender yet insistent, down his arm, snatching the phone from his grasp.

“We’re not finished yet,” Aaron rasped into his ear.

Kenny turned to meet his gaze. “I’m not as young as you.” As he swiped the phone back, it rang in his hand and a tussle with Aaron had him answering the call on speakerphone.

“ Kenny ?”

Kenny cursed and shoved Aaron back down on the sofa. “Jack, hey.” He cleared his throat to rid the unease in it, then peeked back to Aaron who rolled his eyes, giving the wank sign, so Kenny turned away. “Sorry, I…” What was he sorry for?

Absolutely fucking nothing .

“ Been calling. I heard what happened at the Gazette.”

Aaron furrowed his brow, then kicked his bare foot at Kenny’s back, mouthing, what ? Kenny grabbed his foot behind him, squeezing him into submission.

“Something had to be done,” Kenny said, loosening his hold on Aaron’s foot, delicately stroking it instead, gliding his fingers between his toes, watching Aaron melt into the cushions.

“ And you know you leave it to us. I could have you arrested for what you did .”

Aaron bolted up despite Kenny’s attempted foot massage to tame him, but Kenny tapped a hand on his chest and shoved him to lie back down. “Are they pressing charges?” He held a finger up to Aaron to silence him.

Aaron folded his arms and his look of bratty contempt was enough for Kenny to eat.

“ Luckily for you, no. They’ve agreed it was foolish to post the video under their account. Between you and me—” Kenny zipped his mouth at Aaron, “—They’ve been looking into the Howells for a long time. The bullshit we fed the press last year didn’t stand for long. We knew they’d crack it and since then have been sniffing around anywhere to get information on what really happened. They must have stumbled on the Child A stuff from an inside source .”

“Hmm.” Kenny glanced over at Aaron. He stared back, deadpan.

“ But we got them to see sense. It’s taken down. They’ll issue an apology. But we can’t stop it from going on a personal account.”

“You can if you arrest him.”

“ For what, Kenny?”

“Disturbing the peace. Lying. Contempt. Posting a mediocre if best video. Being a prick .”

Aaron snorted a laugh and Kenny smacked his thigh.

“ Sadly, that’s not an arrestable offense, or we’d have half of your university in here. Including your Aaron, who, would you believe it, has gone missing?”

“He’s fine.”

“ Is he now?”

“He will be when you stop harassing him for things he hasn’t done.”

Aaron smiled, then sat up, shimmying closer to Kenny, draping his leg over his thigh so he could kiss his shoulder.

“ Found a new way to cope with it all, has he?”

Aaron poked his tongue inside his cheek in suggestion, so Kenny shoved him back to the sofa.

“ I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“You know me.”

“ Yeah, I do. That’s the point. Anyway, thought you’d want to know so you can tell him he can come out of hiding, but my guess is, he doesn’t want to.”

Aaron silently clapped in mock bravo.

“ Bye, Kenny . ”

“Night, Jack, and thanks. For doing your job and letting me know.” Kenny closed the call, then peered down at Aaron.

“Officer Bellend is growing on me.”

“Detective Inspector Bellend, to you.”

“Why do you get to call him Jack?”

“Don’t go there.” Kenny leaned down and kissed him.

“Is it in the police code? If they’ve had your dick, you can omit the rank?”

Kenny pinched Aaron’s nipple piercing, pulling it out just enough to give a warning.

“Ow.” Aaron slapped his hand away. “It’s not a torture device.”

“Then behave.” Kenny let go, sat back up. “How do you like your pizza?”

“Like I like my men, extra crispy, extra spicy.” He winked. “And free. With a stuffed crust.” He dipped his toe to Kenny’s belly.

“You will pay for everything you say to me.” Kenny went into the app, ordered two pizzas, and threw the phone away.

He then slithered back over Aaron, bare bodies fusing, skin against skin, heat pooling. Aaron coiled his arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. It felt impossibly good. Too good. How could it feel this good? It shouldn’t. Couldn’t . Wasn’t supposed to. He should be reeling in shame right now. Remorse. Regret . He should be realising this had all been a terrible, humiliating disgrace.

He didn’t feel any of that.

Because all he felt as Aaron squeezed him, clasped his limbs around him and whispering in his ear his effusive demand of, “Kiss me,” was utter infatuation.

Kenny gave in to his request, kissing him with both heat and heart. For what felt like hours and hours. Until they were both caked in sweat from the heat and their lips bruised.

Then Aaron moved, pushing Kenny to sit, and straddled him. He wrapped both hands around Kenny’s neck, thumbs pressing into his throat as he claimed his mouth in a brutal, desperate kiss. Teeth clashed, and Aaron’s bite on Kenny’s lip drew a gasp morphing into a groan. Aaron was relentless, invading his mouth as if lapping up the pain he caused, physically and emotionally.

Gone was the tenderness of earlier. Out came Aaron . Kenny should fear this. Aaron was a live wire, unpredictable and intense. And no doubt was trying to assert himself after the phone call with Jack. It wasn’t unusual for someone who had bared their soul to lash out, to counter it with aggression. But Kenny didn’t fear Aaron. Not now, not here. Maybe later, when the dust settled. When Aaron had no use for him anymore.

But in this moment, fear was the last thing on his mind.

Because there was a silent plea in Aaron’s actions, a desperation begging for Kenny to take control. How he needed him to. So Kenny did. He gripped Aaron’s buttocks in both hands, spreading him wide, and lifted him. And, using Aaron’s body as leverage, he rubbed his cock between Aaron’s cheeks, the friction stirring it back to life, and he hardened with each delightful rub.

Once fully erect, Kenny elevated Aaron away, fingers digging into his arse so hard they’d leave marks. He wanted those marks, a visible testament to their passion. “Now you ask,” he growled, voice a velvet threat promising both pleasure and punishment.

Aaron smirked, a glint of defiance in his eyes, but Kenny saw the reaction beneath. The need to be dominated and controlled when so much of his life hadn’t been before now. And he wriggled himself free, down in between Kenny’s legs and onto his knees. “Give me it.” He opened his mouth in anticipation.

Kenny tutted. “That’s demanding.” He gripped the base of his cock, pulling down the foreskin to expose the head, brandishing it by Aaron’s lips. “You ask politely. ”

Aaron gave him a look, but Kenny knew beneath the guise Aaron was desperate for this. To be told off. He hankered for it. “Can I have that?”

Kenny shook his head, stroking his cock with a leisurely tease. “Ask properly. Grammatically.”

“You fucking pri—”

Kenny shut him up by sweeping his cockhead along Aaron’s lips and circling his hand around Aaron’s neck, gripping tightly. “ Ask .”

Aaron flicked out his tongue, ready to lick, but Kenny drew back his cock, maintaining his control and Aaron sighed, warm air drifting onto his slit. “May I suck your freakishly large cock?”

Kenny smiled wickedly. “Yes, you may.”

With the hand behind Aaron’s neck, Kenny guided him forward and the act of feeding Aaron his cock was an intimate assertion of dominance Kenny got off on as much as Aaron craved it. And when Aaron’s mouth enveloped him, the warmth and wetness overwhelming, Kenny’s breath hitched at the sight of his cock disappearing between those eager, bratty lips. And his tongue , swirling around him, was pure fucking ecstasy.

Kenny moved his hips in rhythm with Aaron’s mouth, each thrust driving him deeper. Aaron flicked his gaze up to meet Kenny’s, a silent communication passing between them. Kenny could see the desperation, the need, and it fuelled his gluttony. He gripped Aaron’s hair, guiding him, controlling the pace. Aaron wasn’t teasing, Kenny was big. Maybe not freakishly big. But big enough for it to have been an issue for others. Yet it didn’t faze Aaron in the slightest.

“That’s it.” Kenny stroked through Aaron’s hair. “So good.”

The room filled with the sounds of Aaron doing his best to get Kenny to say more—wet, sucking, groans and gasps, the slap of skin against skin and Kenny could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling in his gut, ready to explode. He grasped Aaron’s hair, breaths coming in ragged gasps at Aaron’s soft chokes.

“Keep going,” Kenny growled, voice a mix of command and pleasure. “Take it all. All of it, Aaron .” He then grabbed Aaron’s hands, splaying them on his thighs and holding them there to not allow him to use them. He only wanted his mouth. His throat. His tongue.

Aaron complied, rising on his knees to take Kenny deeper, mouth and throat working in sync to drive him to the edge, fingers clutching Kenny’s thighs and Kenny thrust harder, his grip on Aaron’s wrists tightening to hold him in place. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, watching Aaron take his entire length, then drawing it out with deep, guttural groans.

“So good,” Kenny panted. “So fucking good.”

With a final, forceful thrust, Kenny came, his body shuddering with the force of his release and he watched Aaron swallow every drop before he eased himself out of Aaron’s mouth, still holding Aaron’s wrists hostage. He then yanked Aaron up by his arms. “Get up here.”

Aaron clambered onto him and Kenny threw Aaron’s arms over his shoulders to splay his hands on his arse and drag him closer to his mouth. Kenny wrapped his lips around Aaron’s cock and Aaron let out a strangled moan, arching into him. Those moans were going to be the death of Kenny and he pulled him closer, deepening the connection, fingers splayed on his buttocks, and sucked him in a slow, sensual rhythm, drawing out Aaron’s pleasure. He could feel Aaron waning, fingers tough on Kenny’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as his hips thrust of their own accord.

God, he tasted delicious. Like forbidden fruit was supposed to, and Kenny felt his control slip, felt himself losing the battle and becoming a slave to Aaron’s needs. Whatever he wanted, he’d give. Anything to hear those delightful groans of pleasure and whimpering tones of desperation. So he focused on his mouth, taking Aaron deeper into his throat, sucking him with delirium.

Aaron’s body strained towards release. But Kenny was a masterclass in torture, and he knew Aaron didn’t want this to end, because he didn’t either, so just when he thought Aaron couldn’t take it anymore, he drew back, leaving Aaron’s cock wet and dripping, hard and pulsating.

He locked his eyes on Aaron. “Not yet,” Kenny said, voice husky with desire. “Not until I say you can.”

Aaron shuddered with frustration, cock throbbing with the need for release, the head purple and glistening. So Kenny released a hand from his arse, offering a finger to Aaron’s mouth. “Coat it.”

Aaron did, sucking his finger into his mouth the way he’d worked on his cock, lathering it with saliva, then Kenny slipped it out, wrapping his arm back around him, and as he took his cock back into his mouth, he prodded his wet finger at Aaron’s entrance. Aaron peered down, lips parting. Kenny released his cock to utter the command, “Let me in.”

Aaron thrust backwards onto Kenny’s moistened fingertip. But when he bucked forward, as Kenny knew he would, Kenny sucked his needy cock further into his throat. Then he circled his hole, easing his finger inside, and Aaron gasped, hands gripping Kenny’s shoulders as if holding on. Kenny sucked on him, plunging his finger inside to stimulate his prostate, and once he found the spot, Aaron garbled, groaned, trembled and cracked .

Kenny hummed around his length, stroking inside him while gorging on his cock.

“Need to come!” Aaron panted in frustration. “Let me come!”

Kenny slurped off. “Come for me, baby.” He then edged his finger further inside him, and Aaron came, cock pulsating and spilling all over Kenny’s lips, which he lapped up with gluttony.

The comedown was relentless after that and Kenny just had to hold him as Aaron shivered in his arms. He found the blanket, draping it around him and let him tremble within his safety net. Aaron curled up on his lap, resting his head on his chest.

“You okay?” Kenny whispered into his ear, stroking his legs beneath the blanket.

“Yeah.” Then, after a moment of stillness, “I could use the pizza now.”

As if they’d heard Aaron’s plea, there was a knock at the door and Kenny had to aid Aaron back to sitting on the sofa, wrapping the blanket around him, to find his trousers, and he stepped into them to answer the door. When he returned with the box, he glanced down at Aaron with a sudden ache in his chest that wasn’t down to the scent of pepperoni.

Aaron might be the oxygen to his flame, feeding his hunger, his madness and together, they’d destroy each other, leave nothing but ash and embers in their wake. But Kenny couldn’t stop himself from sinking into him. Couldn’t stop believing, just for now, that Aaron was his . That somehow, this broken, beautiful creature might have carved his own rocky route to him, but he was grateful that, for now, his path stopped here. With him.

For now, he let himself believe the lies.

So he ate pizza with him in the living room, their chatter merging effortlessly into the mundane, and revelled in the peace. Because deep down, Kenny knew the truth. This intoxicating illusion lived on borrowed time.

And when it ended, as it inevitably would, the fall would be devastating.