Page 46 of Mr. Naughty List
“But—” Aaron tried to protest, but RJ smacked Aaron’s ass hard.
“You’re on my naughty list, Aaron.”
He moaned and RJ swatted him until Aaron was crying and shaking on the table, rattling it against the hardwood floor. His cock was a furious red and the small puddle of pre-come was growing by the second. The scent of desperation filled the air, and RJ knew it was time.
“Ready, baby? You’re going to come now. Take hold of your cock. Make yourself come.”
Aaron was delirious, but he could follow orders enough to do that. He wormed his hand down and started to squeeze and slide his cock through his fist.
RJ gripped the string holding the anal beads inside and pulled.
Aaron went still and a shout fell from his lips. Come exploded on the floor as the biggest bead shot free and the others came out in quick succession, his asshole grabbing and releasing each one as he came and came.
RJ wished he’d sheathed his cock earlier so he could shove in and come in Aaron’s ass, but he hadn’t. So he simply unloaded on Aaron’s back, the white streaks getting into Aaron’s hair, and slipping down to the table on either side of his shivering haunches.
“Mr. Danvers, you’re so gorgeous,” RJ moaned, working the last drops out onto Aaron’s hip. “Thank you. For giving me all this.”
Aaron shook hard, a combination of tears and exhaustion. RJ tugged him up, held him close, and then helped him to the shower, praising him the whole way.
Later, in bed, with his dick finally,finallyburied into Aaron’s trembling ass, he kissed Aaron’s collarbones and whispered to him about the sweetness of his scent, the smooth pleasure of his skin, and the grip of his body around his cock.
Aaron didn’t come again, wrung out for the night, but when RJ came in the condom, pulsing in Aaron’s ass, Aaron whispered, “Thank you. I need this. More than you know.” He swallowed hard and added, like a deflection, “Santa, I mean. Thank you, Santa.”
“RJ. Thank me with my name.”
Aaron closed his eyes, thighs trembling around RJ’s torso. “Thank you, RJ.”
“Merry Christmas, Aaron,” RJ said, kissing his mouth. “You deserve it.”
Aaron whimpered inhis sleep, but his arm was still heavy over RJ’s chest and his leg hooked up over RJ’s hip as he snuggled in closer. It figured that Mr. Danvers—fussy, sweet, adorable Mr. Danvers—was acuddler.
And it figured even more that RJ loved everything about having him in his arms—his warmth, his heartbeat, his breath.
Safer than any hotel room or rented house or tour bus. More like home than anything had been since he was twelve and his father came back from wherever the fuck he’d been and tore their lives open again. But hell if he was going to tell Aaron that. The man was a jackrabbit, and he’d run.
No, he’d keep this moment for himself and store it up against the probability that in the morning Mr. Danvers—Aaron—would send him packing again with a stern lecture about not coming back.
RJ wondered what it would take for Aaron to admit he felt safe cuddled up together too. Probably more than RJ could take the time to give. He wasn’t staying around for long after all. Just until the new year.
This thing with Aaron couldn’t be a real relationship. Not like what Mom and Doug had with the house, kids, and golden retriever. Even that wouldn’t last forever.
But this thing with Aaron could be athing, couldn’t it? The kind of thing worth coming home to after months on the road. The kind of thing where he got to sometimes see Aaron’s eyes take on that urgent, almost-scared gleam right before he came. The kind of thing that kept him tethered to the earth.
But, in all likelihood, athingwasn’t what Aaron would want with him. Not that he had a clue what Aaron wanted other than a hard spanking and deep dicking. Though he’d like to find out.
Regardless, tomorrow he was supposed to meet up with Chip at the studio out in Strawberry Plains to play him a song or two and discuss making a demo together.
As of one day ago, and thanks to Aaron, RJ had a new, completed song to play for him. He stared out the windows of the bedroom at the church behind them, and farther across the rooftops in the city. Triangular-shaped Christmas trees glimmered in green, white, and red on the higher buildings and reflected in windows of the buildings all around. White flakes of snow started to fall, flecking the windowpanes and floating by on a breeze.
Aaron drooled on RJ’s chest and snuffled in his sleep. Heart trembling with unexpected affection, RJ dropped a kiss on Aaron’s soft hair. Tomorrow would take care of itself. Right now, he had Mr. Danvers in his arms, where he’d always wanted him. He’d cherish it.
A sweet feeling of comfort descended on him like a gift, and he closed his eyes, drifting off just as Mr. Danvers—his sweet Aaron—began to lightly snore.
Chapter Fifteen
No alarm wokehim this time.
It was Constance who brought Aaron round from the deepest, most restful sleep he could remember. He cracked open one eye open to find her sitting on his chest, face outrageously close to his, and a rattle in her body that would compete with an extra-strength vibrator in loudness. She kneaded the quilt he’d thrown on the bed last night after he and RJ had left the duvet cover stained with come. It was shoved into a corner, so he’d remember to wash it in the basement tonight.