Page 25 of Kiss Me Honey Honey (To Love a Psycho #2)

Chapter Twenty-Fou r

I Wanna Know What Love Is

Aaron spent a grand total of forty-eight hours in the hospital, which felt both fleeting and an eternity. Considering how close he’d come to death, it wasn’t nearly long enough for him to process everything. But the doctors, their clipped tones tinged with clinical detachment, assured him they’d flushed all the toxins from his system. He was stable, functional, and, as they reminded him, taking up a bed that someone else might need more urgently.

So, home he went.

And by home, it meant his tiny, cramped room in Halls of Residence.

He’d wanted to go back to Kenny’s place. But Aaron understood the necessity of not being discharged to there. Kenny had a professional reputation to salvage. And he had to explain Aaron’s absences from lectures without the university poking into their relationship any more than necessary. As Aaron was an estranged student without family support, Kenny, in his capacity as a pastoral advisor, had stepped in. It was plausible enough. It just didn’t include how Aaron had been in Kenny’s bed. And so desperately wanted to be back there .

“Heal first. Then we’ll figure this out.” Kenny’s voice, over the phone on his first night back in halls, kept Aaron from just turning up at his place and setting up camp.

He was, however, greeted like a war hero when he returned to campus. Word had spread about what had happened. Some of it true, most of it grossly exaggerated. The knocks on his door came in waves, first timid and curious, then bolder, as the first years he barely knew showed up with offerings of pizza, beer, snacks, even drugs. He took the first three. Politely declined the fourth. He’d had enough chemicals in his system to last a lifetime.

The isolation wasn’t entirely unwelcome, though. It gave him time to think. To heal. To replay everything that had happened in those sterile labs and what could have gone so horribly wrong. Mel stopped by frequently, bringing notes and updates from lectures he hadn’t attended. They shared a vape by the window of his room, the cold November air biting at their skin. But after a few drags, the thought of introducing anything else toxic into his body left him nauseated, not to mention the cloudy vapour reminding him of whatever Peter had sprayed on him in the lab. So he chucked the vape onto the desk and told Mel he was quitting. She’d smiled and promised to keep covering for him in class.

Taylor also showed up one afternoon. Awkward at first, but eventually, it felt… cathartic. Aaron told him the truth. Or at least, enough of it. He told Taylor about his parents and their crimes. About how he had come to this university to confront the ghosts of his past, only to discover some ghosts weren’t dead. Or locked up. He kept Kenny out of the conversation as much as possible. At least the damning parts. Not just to save Taylor the hurt of knowing Aaron hadn’t ever really been fully committed to their…situationship, but because his relationship, if it could even be called that, with Kenny had to stay a secret, at least until the fallout from Peter’s crimes settled. When the university stop ped reeling from the PR nightmare of a serial killer infiltrating their staff. Again!

The days blurred together in a haze of recovery and waiting. Waiting for the case against Peter to begin, which would take at least a year. At least Kenny’s texts were quicker to ping through, even if they were sporadic and brief. He also had an awkward visit from Jack, who came with his team to take Aaron’s official statement. Sitting across from Jack while recounting everything had been surreal. Aaron could feel the unspoken understanding between them, especially when Jack, as he left, said with a smirk, “Say hi to Kenny for me.”

It felt like a truce.

He was still a bellend, though.

And he called Kenny late that night to tell him as much. And also to beg him to let him come round. But there were rules . Things dictating how they shouldn’t cross boundaries. Shouldn’t tempt fate. Not that either of them were particularly good at following those rules before. Still, it made sense to lie low when so much attention was on them both. Physical space didn’t limit their connection. Because it was there. Simmering beneath every casual text or quick call. And they were both grappling with the tension of being irresistibly drawn to each other, while desperately clinging to keep the distance that might be the only thing holding them together.

Kenny, consumed with the aftermath, was stretched thin as it was. Between giving statements to the police, coordinating with Jack, and helping rebuild trust at the university, his availability until the end of term was non-existent. Aaron knew all of that, but it didn’t make the silence easier to bear. So on the fifth night, restless and aching for something— anything —Aaron broke it, video calling Kenny at midnight.

“I miss you,” Aaron said, lying on his bed, naked, phone raised up to show enough of himself on the screen to entice.

Kenny showed the contents of his bed. Papers, laptop, books, then swerved the screen back to his face where he was in his sexy as fuck glasses and hair tied back. “That’s my bed, right now. There’s not enough room for you.”

“I reckon I could lie right on top of all that shit.”

“All right.” Kenny settled back against the headboard. “Touch yourself.”

Aaron arched an eyebrow. But did as commanded.

Phone sex might be better than the real thing.

But by the next day, Aaron couldn’t escape the reality of what lay ahead. Peter’s sentencing. The whispers around campus. The looming shadow of his past that wouldn’t stay buried. And somewhere out there was his sister—a name and a face he didn’t know, nor what had happened to her.

And he couldn’t park the deep yearning to find out.

By the first week of December, Aaron slipped back into the rhythm of university life, though it felt more like a fragile imitation of normalcy. He sat at the back of his lecture, giving Kenny steady eye contact. Attended the Pole Dancing Society’s Christmas bash organised by Sade and promising—half-jokingly, half-seriously—to plan something spectacular for the New Year. He even handed in his final assignment just under the wire, did a shift at the shop, and tried to ignore the way his gut sank when the doors closed for the holiday break.

It was almost like everything had returned to normal. Almost.

Except this year, saying goodbye to everyone felt heavier. Like last Christmas, he had nowhere to go. But last Christmas, there had been Taylor. Now, it was just him, left alone with too much time to think and the ghosts he couldn’t quite shake.

When the knock came on his door the second week of December, Aaron leapt to answer it. Kenny stood on the other side. Gorgeous as ever in a tailored suit, hair loose around his face, a leather bag clutched in his hand stuffed full of whatever he had to take home for the holiday break and work on there instead of here. Aaron’s heart didn’t just skip a beat; it stumbled, faltered, then raced.

“Pack a bag,” Kenny said.

Aaron folded his arms, leaning on the doorframe in a fabricated display of nonchalance. “I have a three-six-five accommodation agreement. You can’t just toss me out.”

“So, you’d rather stay here?”

“I’ve got the whole place to myself. It’s like living in a hotel when no one’s around. Room service is lacking, but the peace and quiet?” Aaron gave a chef’s kiss. “Top-tier.”

Kenny stepped closer, tipping his leather brogue over the threshold, eyes never leaving Aaron’s. “I have a counteroffer.”

“Oh yeah? Better be good for me to give all this up.”

Kenny then turned on his heel. “Ten minutes. Be at the car.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving Aaron staring after him, reaching for the already packed duffel bag. Within five minutes, he clambered into the passenger seat of Kenny’s Discovery, and neither of them spoke as Kenny drove them out of campus and back to his place.

There was too much to say to start talking.

Inside, Kenny shed his coat and shoes, Aaron following suit, then Kenny angled his head for Aaron to follow him straight up the stairs and into his bedroom, which was dimly lit with tea lights and feint scents of jasmine and sandalwood. Kenny pulled at his tie, then spun to face Aaron.

“Go shower.”

“I showered this morning.”

Kenny gave him a look. So Aaron tapped off to the bathroom where a folded towel waited for him on the stool, along with a toothbrush. He smiled, stepped into the walk-in shower, scrubbing himself clean. Everywhere . When he returned, clutching the towel around his waist and pushing back his wet hair, he drew in a breath. Kenny was by the bed, completely naked, cock hardening as he rubbed his hands together, the slick sound of squelching liquid making Aaron’s heart stutter.

“Lay on the bed face down.”

Aaron didn’t bother asking why. He couldn’t. His thoughts scattered, mind hazy with anticipation, and he climbed onto the bed, settling on his stomach, towel clinging to him as if programmed to do as Kenny told him. Catching Kenny in his periphery, pouring more golden oil into his palm, Aaron’s pulse quickened.

The mattress dipped, and a jolt of heat shot through him as Kenny straddled his hips, bracketing him with his thighs. Then Kenny tugged his towel down to just beneath his buttocks, leaving him exposed but not quite naked. Vulnerable, yet completely safe. And when Kenny’s hands—warm, slick with oil—pressed against his back, Aaron bit down on the gasp trying to escape.

Kenny’s first touch was firm, careful, tracing the line of Aaron’s spine, and Aaron melted into the mattress. Kenny’s hands were strong, skilled, yet there was a tenderness in the way he worked the tension out of Aaron’s muscles. Aaron squeezed his eyes shut, the sensation sending shivers through him and radiating outward like ripples in water. Kenny hovered just above him and the heat of his body, the faint scent of his aftershave—spicy, woodsy—was intoxicating.

Aaron trembled as Kenny glided his hands over his skin in slow, languid strokes. He kneaded his lower back, and Aaron bit his lip to curtail giddy moans of pleasure. Each touch sent warmth curling through him, pooling in his stomach and spreading lower. He wanted to move, to shift, to press himself up into Kenny’s hands, but he stayed still, trying to maintain some semblance of control over himself. He didn’t know why. Instinct, maybe. Because he knew Kenny held all the power over him.

He wanted it that way.

Aaron turned his head, resting his cheek on the soft sheets, eyes fluttering open. Kenny’s focus was intense, brows drawn together as if Aaron’s body was a puzzle he was intent on solving. That look alone made Aaron’s heart twist, made something inside him crack wide open. For him. For this .

“Relax,” Kenny said, voice a gravelly softness sending goosebumps erupting across Aaron’s skin.

Aaron swallowed hard, his voice coming out shaky. “Hard to relax when you’re sitting on me.”

“That’s the issue, is it?” Kenny glided his palms over Aaron’s shoulder blades, pressing down with a steady, firm pressure. Every touch felt like both a question and an answer. It was terrifying how easily Kenny could dismantle him, stripping away every defence with just his touch. And how Aaron wanted him to. He closed his eyes, surrendering to Kenny’s hands, his weight, his presence. It was so intimate, Aaron was utterly at Kenny’s mercy.

“Better?”

Aaron shook, aching with a heady mix of vulnerability and desire. “I… fuck …” He closed his eyes. “I can’t chat right now.”

“Have I finally found a way to shut you up?” Kenny chuckled, stalling his hands for a moment, thumbs pressing into the base of Aaron’s neck. “Good. I don’t want you talking. I want you feeling . Open. Relaxed. Letting me in.”

Aaron let out a soft whimper, trembling with need and anticipation. He wanted Kenny in, too. More than he cared to admit. And when Kenny moved lower, massaging his buttocks with a firm yet gentle pressure, Aaron sank beneath him. Kenny leaned over, grabbing more oil and squirting it onto Aaron’s cheeks, working the moisture in, gliding his thumbs into his crevice. Aaron balled his fists into the sheets, breaths nothing but shallow gasps. He wanted it. Wanted it really badly. But there were still lingering issues he hadn’t fought away yet.

“You can say no.” Kenny removed the towel from underneath him, discarding it to the floor, leaving Aaron completely at his mercy. “I’ll understand.”

And of course, he knew. He understood . And, of course, he was helping Aaron chase those lasting, lingering ghosts away. Kenny was a doctor between the sheets, too. Aaron’s doctor. Aaron’s lover .

“Or tell me to stop whenever you need me to, and I will. No matter what.” Kenny shimmied back, spreading Aaron’s legs apart, kneeling between them, and hitching up Aaron’s hips. “But you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about getting inside you.”

“Since I got out of the hospital?”

“Since I first saw you across a dancefloor.”

“Funny that.” Aaron exhaled, long and lingering. “Cause that’s how long I’ve wanted you inside me, too.” He peered over his shoulder to catch Kenny gazing back at him in awe. “We are talking physically, though, right?”

Kenny palmed his own dick. “Yeah. This time. But in case of any miscommunication, get ready. I’m about to fuck you.”

Aaron swallowed. Hard. And with his arse now in the air, Kenny worked the liquid into him and had him totally exposed. Vulnerable. Yet completely safe in Kenny’s expert hands. Then, fuck, God, fuck, it wasn’t his hands anymore as Kenny hovered his face between his arse cheeks, and fuck, yes, fuck, flicked out his tongue and licked, lapping him up, circling his entrance. It was so warm, so wet, so damn good , but Aaron squirmed.

Kenny edged away. “You okay?” He rubbed a hand up his back.

“Mm hm.”

“I can stop.”

“No!” Aaron rushed out. “No. Please. More. I need more of your filthy fucking tongue.”

Kenny chuckled, then drifted his hand back to Aaron’s arse to pull his cheeks apart and returned his tongue to where Aaron needed it, plunging inside him. After dragging Aaron to the edge of sanity with gradual, thorough rimming, Kenny pulled back just enough to drizzle more oil onto his skin. The slick warmth followed the path of his fingers as he traced slow, languid circles around Aaron’s entrance, teasing, testing, holding him right at the brink. Then, without a word, he eased that finger inside him. Aaron gasped, arching upwards, seeking more. Another finger crept in, and Kenny twisted, working open his hole, preparing him with a tenderness that had Aaron’s eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Kenny knelt behind him, fingers still pulling him open. “We good to do this just me?”

“Yeah. On PrEP.”

Kenny would know Aaron got tested courtesy of his little hospital stay. He didn’t need to ruin the mood with his emailed results.

“Me too.” Kenny removed his fingers, squirting more liquid onto Aaron before wriggling forward, his cockhead poking at Aaron’s entrance. “You tell me if you need me out. Whenever you need. I’ll come out.”

“Stop talking, doc, and get inside me.”

“Fucking plan to.” Kenny drove forward, breaching Aaron.

Aaron bucked. Gasped. God , Kenny was big. He hadn’t done this in a long time and Kenny was bigger than anyone he’d ever let or had forced there before.

“You gonna let me in, baby?” Kenny said, soft and velvety smooth, stroking his back, then cupping his arse cheeks, spreading them.

Aaron blew out a fierce breath, loosening himself. Then, inch by agonising inch, Kenny eased himself inside him. Aaron let out a moan and Kenny circled an arm around his waist, drew him close, then tipped them both onto their sides, laying down to spoon behind him and thrust the rest of his length inside him. He paused. And they both held their breaths, hearts pounding in sync.

“I’m in you,” Kenny whispered into his ear, awe filled and reverent.

“I feel you, lover.”

Kenny then hooked a leg over Aaron’s hip, hand searching for Aaron’s, and Aaron slipped his into it. He gripped, entwining their fingers.

“You okay?” Kenny nuzzled into his neck.

“Yeah. Move, doc. Fucking move.”

Kenny did as he asked, and began slow, gradual, almost painful thrusts in, then out, then back in, building the rhythm, steady and controlled.

“Good boy,” Kenny panted. “You feel so fucking good.”

Aaron closed his eyes, moisture gathering in his sockets, heart pounding like a frantic drumbeat over the engulfing pleasure.

“Can you take more?” Kenny rasped. “Faster?”

“Yeah. Fuck me, doc. Fuck me.”

Kenny sped up, teeth grazing Aaron’s neck. He slid his arm under Aaron up to encircle his throat, putting Aaron completely at his mercy, and he revelled in it. Aaron never wanted to be anywhere else. He was Kenny’s. To do with what he wanted.

“That’s it,” Kenny growled. “Fuck, yeah. So fucking good.”

Aaron groaned, a guttural sound torn from deep within. “Fuck. Oh, doc, fuck. I need…”

“Tell me,” Kenny panted, “What do you need?”

“You,” Aaron gasped, trembling with urgency. “Need you . Like this. All the fucking time.” God, he was garbling. Talking shit. Saying too much.

“You got me, baby. You fucking got me.”

Kenny released Aaron’s hand so he could wrap it around Aaron’s cock instead. And, with one hand grasping Aaron’s throat, the other working his cock, Kenny had Aaron completely under his control. And his thrusts came harder, faster now, with the slap of flesh against flesh filling the room. Aaron could hardly breathe, let alone cry out, and Kenny’s voice, when it came, was a commanding growl that had Aaron on the brink.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” He pumped Aaron’s cock in sync with his thrusts, driving them both towards the edge. “Fall apart for me?”

Aaron’s body convulsed, his orgasm ripping through him as ropes of come spurted from his cock. Kenny pressed his lips to Aaron’s ear, his voice a dark whisper. “Good boy.” Then, with one final, powerful thrust, Kenny came, spilling himself deep inside Aaron while groaning a heartfelt, “So good .”

Gasping for air, Kenny rested his forehead on Aaron’s shoulder blades, his breath warm and tingling his slick skin. He loosened his grip from Aaron’s throat, bringing it down to wrap around him instead, holding him close, grounding him. Neither of them spoke. The moment crackling in the aftermath of a storm they’d both willingly unleashed. Kenny eventually eased out of him, the sudden absence a stark reminder of what they’d just done.

And there it was. The final nail in the coffin. The knot pulled impossibly tight. The last chance to turn back lost in the dust of their wake. There was no more push and pull, no more questions of will they or won’t they.

They had.

They did.

And Aaron would make damn sure they would again.

“Kiss me.” Kenny’s voice was a rasping lure, trapping Aaron once and for all.

Aaron turned in his arms, bodies tangled, and crushed his lips to Kenny’s, pouring every ounce of reckless desire, relief, and unhinged devotion into it. Kenny massaged his arse, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until Aaron felt utterly consumed. As if Kenny had rearranged every particle in him to make him whole again.

“How’s this gonna work, then?” Aaron asked once they’d pulled away.

“I have no idea.”

Aaron raked his fingers through Kenny’s beard. “Fuck it and find out, huh?”

“Looks like.” Kenny inhaled a deep breath. “But what I know is that my life is really rather dull without you in it. So I want you in it. I want this .” He held him tighter. “ You .”

And for the first time, there was no doubt. No hesitation. Aaron wasn’t running. Kenny wasn’t pushing him away. The darkness looming over them wasn’t gone, but together, Aaron felt like he could face it. Conquer it. And he tilted back, watching the frailty in Kenny’s eyes, a weakness he knew Kenny didn’t show anyone else. He cupped his face and kissed him.

“You got me, lover. However and whenever you want me.”

Kenny’s answering kiss was soft, slow, filled with something deeper than either of them dared to say aloud.

Love .

And as they lay there, tangled in each other, hearts pounding in rhythm, Aaron knew one thing for certain—this wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.