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“Eh, maybe I want you to meet my little siblings.” RJ laughed. “Since we’re lovers and all.”
Aaron chewed on his bottom lip. He liked older kids, but he was intimidated by little ones. “We should shower.”
“If that’s a euphemism, I’m all for it.”
Aaron laughed, tugging out of RJ’s embrace. “C’mon. Let’s get cleaned up.”
“I’m gonna get you so dirty first,” RJ said. “You’re still on my naughty list, you know.”
“I hope so,” Aaron said, his cock lifting and growing achingly hard in seconds. “Santa needs to show me again how he deals with bad elves.”
RJ tugged Aaron toward the bathroom. By the time they left, they’d both come two more times, and their balls were aching and utterly drained.
Chapter Sixteen
Aaron was relievedwhen they pulled into RJ’s mom’s neighborhood to find that it was far outside of his school zone. When RJ dropped the fact that he had three younger siblings, Aaron had lost several minutes entertaining awful fantasies of having to teach them one day. He’d nearly broken out in a cold sweat thinking of looking a young student in the face while knowing he’d done filthy, dirty, amazing things with their older brother. School was for teaching, and hookups and school never mixed. He’d learned that lesson well.
But West Knoxville was firmly outside of his territory. He was safe.
As RJ parked on the pad in front of his mom’s house, with the front yard a veritable explosion of Christmas decorations, he let out a low groan.
“What?” Aaron asked, glancing around to see if he was missing something.
“This is the first time I’ve brought a guy home.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Well, my relationships have generally been with other musicians on the road, or people in the music business anyway. Not only short lived, but also not here. Besides, my last boyfriend was a bit of a drug fiend, and I wouldn’t have wanted an active user around my family.” He shrugged at that, and Aaron made a note to ask more about this ex later.
“And before I went out on the road… Well, I was always out to my mom. She always knew. But this isn’t how I grew up.” He motioned at the house. “I didn’t live in a house. It was just me and my mom. Or more like, it was just me.” He frowned and ran a hand over his hair. “Times got rough. For six months we lived in a van. Various run-down apartments. Rooms in strange houses. Trailers. We moved around a lot. Living in a hotel room when I started touring was nothing new. More like old times.”
“She couldn’t find work?” Aaron ventured, looking up at the nice, middle-class home in front of them.
“More like she had two jobs and a bunch of debt to settle. My dad left it behind as a going away present.” Disgust filled his voice at the mention of his father and didn’t drop away with this next words. “How can I put this? Okay, so, it was like this: when I was fifteen, I basically lived with a forty-year-old guy for a few months. I told no one. Not even my friends. I’m not sure they know about it even now. But I had a warm bed most nights so long as I sucked his cock, and he gave me plenty of food. My mom was gone so much that she didn’t even realize I wasn’t living at home.”
“I…I’m sorry. You were too young to deal with something like that alone.”
“Yeah. Well, I wasn’t in love, and I didn’t imagine he was either.” RJ sneered. “He was using me, but I was using him too.”
“You were still just a child.”
“I was,” RJ agreed. “That part of my life sort of prepared me for this part, though. Living on the road, going from hotel to hotel. Back when I started touring it felt like nothing new. We’d lived in so many dumps growing up that most places the bands stayed felt like heaven.” His eyes went dark, like he was seeing something from years before. “My senior year, when I was a student in your class—”
“Oh, God. Were you with that man when you were in my class?” Had Aaron failed to protect RJ when he was his student, writing him off as a scary, potentially dangerous kid instead?
“No,” RJ said, putting a soothing hand on Aaron’s shoulder. “Like I said, I was nineteen when I was in your class. I was only fucking that guy for a year.”
“When you were afreshman?”
RJ nodded. “When Iwasin your class, my mom finally got a little stability. We were living in a two-bedroom mobile home then. But one whole bedroom was filled with unpacked boxes because my mom was sure there was no way she could afford it long enough to bother unpacking. I slept on the sofa. That was one of my best years growing up.”
“Oh.” Aaron looked up at the big house. “So, did you buy this place for your mom and your siblings? With your touring income?”
RJ laughed. “Hell no. I do okay, but I’m notthatwell off. No, my mom married the kids’ dad. He’s a doctor. They met at a mutual friend’s birthday party. She got knocked up. They got married. I like him fine, but it’s weird. A whole different world from how I grew up.”
“I can only imagine.” Aaron’s heart ached. He’d failed RJ so much back then, and he knew there was no making up for that now.
“Anyway, yeah.” RJ gestured ruefully at the house. “This is where I’m staying for the time being. It’s not really my home.”