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Aaron shuddered hard. He nearly came right then, submissive pleasure coiling tight in his balls and cock, but he didn’t. It was close, but not quite enough to send him over.
“Oh, you like that,” RJ said, laughing and nuzzling at Aaron’s neck again. “Maybe I’ll get you a chastity device. Make you wear it while I tour. Keep the key with me, until I get back from going around the world. Let you come only for me.”
“Fuuuuuuck,” Aaron hissed, and just like that hedidcome. A sweet, rolling, throbbing orgasm pumped through him, and jizz spurted out in hot pulses between their bellies.
RJ laughed. “Holy shit, Mr. Danvers. Look at you. Such a dirty, naughty boy.” He laughed again, lifting up to see the sticky mess between them. “I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you for that.”
Aaron shivered and quaked, his nipples tingling as he came down from the shock of orgasm. “H-h-how?” he asked, a flare of greedy hope in his chest. Maybe he’d spank him again. Or otherwise give him a jolt of pain.
“You’ll see.”
Aaron panted and shivered as RJ rolled out of bed, found a washcloth in the bathroom, and cleaned Aaron up. RJ’s cock was still hard, but he didn’t put it in Aaron’s mouth or let him touch it.
“What’s my punishment?” Aaron asked as RJ slipped into bed again.
“Sleeping here beside me,” RJ said, tugging him close and shoving his hard cock against Aaron’s hip.
“Let me help you,” Aaron whispered, reaching for RJ’s dick.
“No,” RJ said, pushing his hand away. “Only good boys get my come. You, Mr. Danvers, were a very bad boy who didn’t obey me. When you can show me obedience again, I’ll let you have my come—in your mouth or in your ass—but until then, you’ll have to live with the knowledge that you’re on my naughty list, Mr. Danvers.” He kissed Aaron’s cheek before stretching out on his back, his cock tenting the sheets a little.
“You aren’t going to jerk off?”
“No.”
“But I won’t be able to sleep,” Aaron said softly. “I’ll feel guilty that I came and you’re still hard.”
“Oh, you’ll sleep,” RJ said, turning onto his side and touching Aaron’s cheek. “For the record, I think maybe it’syouwho only likesmefor my body. After all, I was able to resist the temptation, and you weren’t.”
“I don’t know what all I like you for,” Aaron admitted as he turned the lamps out as he’d been asked. “But I want to find out.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.” RJ cuddled Aaron close and kissed the top of his head. “Now sleep. Tomorrow we can find out more to like about each other.”
“And I’ll be off your naughty list?” Aaron asked as a tug of relaxation took hold. It did bother him to be on RJ’s naughty list for having actually disobeyed, even if he hadn’t been able to stop himself from coming.
“We’ll see. I’m sure I can find a way to help you get off it.”
“By helping you get off?” he asked hopefully.
“Shh.” RJ kissed his hair again. “Sleep.”
From outside, the sound of carolers reached them. Aaron recognized them as a group from one of the downtown churches that went door-to-door every year as well as wandering up and down the streets of the city.
As the tune of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” floated in through the walls, Aaron slipped into sleep with RJ’s arms tight around him.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The weather forecastwas calling for a snowpocalypse on Christmas Eve, but no one really believed it. It was Tennessee after all, not the Finland of RJ’s stories, and the dire snow predictions the weather people hyped every winter almost never came to pass.
The past week, Aaron had slept late, read books, scrolled social media, and pretended to look for new jobs while snuggled up on the sofa with a hot guy. He also had a wonderful orgasm almost every day.
This was the greatest Christmas ever. Well, aside from the single text from his mom that Aaron hadn’t replied to:
Christmas Day starts at 11am. Bring the casserole like we discussed and a well-considered apology.
With nary a snowflake in sight so far on the twenty-fourth, Aaron rode in the passenger seat of RJ’s borrowed SUV out to Strawberry Plains with a green bean casserole balanced on his knees. RJ had made it himself, saying that his mama had taught him that he was never to go to anyone’s house for a meal empty-handed.
On the back floorboard, there was a Jell-O salad that Aaron had made, a favorite from his childhood that he always brought, though he couldn’t say now just why. The little cousins seemed to enjoy it still, but he didn’t even bother putting any on his own plate anymore.