Page 38 of Mr. Naughty List
Or maybe he’d ride Aaron’s cock instead. RJ wasn’t picky.
“I think you’re missing an opportunity,” Joel reiterated. “This school dance is the perfect way to show him you’re serious.”
“I want to fuck him, not marry him,” RJ said, putting his guitar aside. “I’mnotserious, and frankly, I think that’s the last thing he’d want me to be.”
“He just wants a holiday fling?” Casey said with an arched brow and a flash of crinkle-eyed amusement aimed at Joel.
“Hewanted a one-night hookup. The fact that he’s back for more at all is down to my ability to play it cool. I promise, I’m not blowing anything. Except him.”
“So, deep down, you really think Mr. Danvers likes that you rejected him? Even though he asked you out?”
“Pretty much.” RJ shrugged.
Down deep, Aaron liked a lot of contradictory things. But RJ didn’t mind. He liked that about Aaron. Wanted to be the one to get to see that prissy, filthy man embrace all the naughty, sexy sides to himself.
“I’m not buying it. A guy that uptight wants a hell of a lot more than no-strings-attached fucks,” Joel said, shaking his head. “He screams ‘in need of commitment.’”
Given how tightly Joel had held himself back from what he truly wanted before Casey busted through his defenses, RJ figured he was probably speaking from personal experience. But that didn’t mean the same techniques that had worked on Joel would also work on Aaron, or that RJ even wanted them to.
“Well, sure, Aaron probably wants more than he’s asking for, just like anyone. But he’s skittish.” RJ left out the part where Aaron clearly needed someone to force him to come undone, to break him down into a puddle of goo just to relax enough to be held. “Coming on too strong will drive him away. Besides, neither of us is looking for more than sex right now.”
“It’s like petting a deer,” Casey said, thoughtfully, poking away at the iPad again and not looking at either of them. “You set the feed out and let the deer come to investigate it. First, she’ll come up, sniff the food and run off. Then she’ll come back, sniff the food again, run off. And then, if you’re very relaxed, and also lucky, she’ll come back and eat right out of your hand.”
RJ pictured Aaron as a deer and had to admit that Casey was on to something. And, just like the deer, even after Aaron had eaten out of RJ’s hand, he’d scamper off to his forest again. Because that was the natural order of things between men like them. Aaron was far too edgy, and RJ traveled too often to ever train Aaron to be the kind of “deer” to come when called, or the kind of man to stay open and trusting between far-apart fucks.
“Is that what you do with your time while I’m slaving away at Vreeland’s? You lounge around in the yard luring deers?” Joel asked Casey, laughing.
Casey shrugged. “Before I got enough clients to stay busy, let’s just say I had some free time. And I only did it once.”
Joel snorted.
“What? I got to pet her. She was beautiful.”
Joel put his guitar aside and crawled on the floor to Casey. RJ rolled his eyes and started to put his things away. The murmurs and kissing sounds were more than he needed to witness. He was glad for their sake that they’d finally accepted what they were to each other, but they didn’t need to turn everyone else’s stomach with their sweetness.
At least Aaron was more into spankings and keeping things kinky. RJ knew what to do with a man who wanted that. But in his experience, attempting to build something based on true affection and tenderness always backfired. Not that he was building anything with Aaron, other than a possible connection for future hookups whenever he came to town. Not that he wouldn’t be tender with Aaron, especially as a reward for taking cock so well.
He grinned and zipped his guitar into the soft case, rising and slinging it over his back. He’d definitely reward Aaron for that.
“I’m out.”
Joel started to heave himself up and away from Casey’s arms, but RJ waved him off. “I can see myself out. You keep on being disgusting. It’s nice.”
Joel and Casey laughed, and RJ left them to it.
After buckling up, he checked the time on his phone again. It was only six-thirty, but he had some errands to run. He needed to pick up a wooden ruler, and if he could find what he wanted at Wal-Mart or Target, he’d up the ante on their naughty list joke too.
A message popped up on his phone.
When will you be home? Doug’s out with Carter tonight. The kids and I are going to watch Star Wars. Remember how often you watched it as a kid? Wore out the VHS tape. Want to join us?
RJ smiled at the vision of his brother and sister on the sofa with his mom. It was sweet to be invited, and he should probably take her up on it, given that spending time with his family was his number one reason for being in town at all. But there was no way he was missing out on a second night with Mr. Danvers.
Sorry. Have plans. Don’t wait up. See you tomorrow sometime.
His mom didn’t reply until he was in the Wal-Mart parking lot.
Be sure to cover your light saber.