Page 68 of Mr. Naughty List

“It’s nothing.”

RJ raised a brow. “Do I need to swat that pretty ass?”

“Promises, promises,” Aaron murmured. “It’s just…it’s fine. We’re fine.”

“I know we’re fine, baby, but I want to hear what would be better than you nearly going comatose from coming so hard.”

Aaron laughed, though RJ’s description wasn’t far from the truth. “It’s just…when’s the last time you were tested?”

“HIV? Or everything?”

“The works.”

“Why?” RJ’s smile went sly and filthy. “You want some come play in your life, Mr. Danvers?”

Aaron blushed harder. “Fuck you. Maybe I do.”

“I can make that happen. Probably.” He cocked his head and stole Aaron’s watery hot chocolate from his hand, taking a sip. He grimaced. “But what about you, Mr. I Fuck Strangers In Bathrooms? When were you last tested?”

“After my last hookup. Six months ago.” Aaron stole his coffee back.

RJ gaped. “What the fuck, Aaron? That long? You can’t do that to yourself, baby. You need sex.”

Aaron laughed. “Okay, well, what do you want me to say? I’ll fuck strangers in bathrooms much more often after you leave?”

“No.” RJ’s brows rucked together. “I mean…I don’t know what I mean. I thought this, us…I thought we’d agreed to see where it went while I’m here. That we’d be, at the very least, practice for you to move on to something better than hookups? Something that would last?”

“Something that lasts isn’t easy to find,” Aaron said reasonably, putting the hot chocolate aside. “I think we’re getting sidetracked in this conversation. I just wanted to know if we could skip the condoms. On my side, we’re good to go. What about you?”

“Tested when I first got in town, along with a full physical. I’m good to play, too.” RJ’s lips twisted up into the sexiest smirk imaginable, and Aaron went a little weak in the knees. “I need to go home and help mom with the kids until her husband gets home at six, but I could come back later tonight? Yeah?”

Oh, fuck, Aaron wanted to say yes. He wanted to play with RJ’s come, paint his nipples with it and let RJ suck it off, and have it spurt up inside him when RJ shattered in pleasure, but…fuck. He wasn’t a teenager anymore. He had some responsibilities. Plus, there was school in the morning. The last day. And his mother. Ugh. “I need to catch up on my grading.” He needed to stew a little over what he’d say to his mom too. There was no way he’d be lucky enough to get out of a confrontation tomorrow.

“What if I come over and work on my music while you do your work? I need to have a few more songs for Chip. It’s too chaotic to concentrate at Mom and Doug’s house.”

“Why do you always call him Doug?”

“He’s not my dad, that’s for damn sure,” RJ said tightly.

Aaron rubbed a hand on RJ’s arm, the cool leather of his jacket under his palm. “Right, but you say it like he’s a stranger somehow. Something about your tone.”

“He is. He and Mom got together when I was touring, and I met him on their wedding day. He’s fine. She’s happy. But I’m not part of that family, no matter what the kids or Mom say.”

“Because of Doug?”

RJ shook his head. “Because this time around she deserves to have a family where everything is normal.”

“You’re her son. She adores you. Even I saw it the other day.”

“I know. It’s complicated.”

“Is it?” Aaron frowned. “I mean, my family’s complicated. Yours seems like it’s just there for the taking. But you’re acting like you don’t want it. You told me the night we met outside of Scruffy City Hall that you’d come back to Knoxville after that sunrise on Montmartre to make a change with your mom. And yet…” He shrugged. “Here you are. Avoiding her.”

Oh God, don’t let RJ see what a hypocrite he was being. Aaron swallowed hard.

“Is this your way of saying you don’t want me to come back here tonight? More push and pull?”

Aaron smiled gently. “No, believe it or not, I’d rather you were here with me.” He stiffened his resolve. “But I think you should spend some time with your family. They’re why you came home.”