Page 66 of Total Creative Control

Aaron lifted his head, his neck straining, to press a kiss to Lewis’s mouth.

He wanted—needed—Lewis’s kiss. And he wanted to say things. Stupid things. Things he shouldn’t even think, never mind utter aloud.

But he didn’t say them. He made himself stay quiet, breathing Lewis in and letting his fingers skim lovingly over the warm, golden skin of Lewis’s back as Lewis slowly, deeply, pleasurably fucked him. God, when he came, it was going to be intense. And even though he could barely stand to wait a moment longer, part of him wanted that feeling ofalmost, almostto last forever.

Wanted this moment of belonging to Lewis to last forever.

Belonging to Lewis, body and soul.

In that moment, the simple truth—a truth he’d known but determinedly buried—surfaced, like a buoy in the ocean, bursting free of the water.

He was in love with Lewis.

He’d been in love with him for years.

Suddenly, Aaron’s eyes were stinging. He broke the kiss, gasping for air, turning his head to the side to hide his emotional state.

Thankfully, Lewis didn’t seem to notice. He lowered his head and passionately kissed the exposed side of Aaron’s neck, hitching his thigh a tiny bit higher and sinking an impossible fraction deeper, dragging another desperate groan from Aaron’s belly.

The emotional turmoil had no impact on Aaron’s building orgasm—maybe it made it even more intense. Aaron had always liked sex, but, yeah, this was different. Abandoned and urgent in an entirely different way.

“I’m close,” he managed to stutter out. “Just need your hand.Please.”

“Yes,” Lewis breathed, letting go of Aaron’s thigh and bracing himself on his left arm as he reached down between them.

Aaron cried out as Lewis’s hand enveloped his cock, and after that, it didn’t take much at all, just a couple of lazy tugs and he was coming, thrusting into Lewis’s hand as the orgasm slammed into him like a wall of water, wiping him out.

He knew he cried out and that he was clinging to Lewis as the pleasure burst inside him, then rippled outward through his body. He was aware enough to know all of that, but he was also disembodied somehow too.

It was Lewis’s voice in his ear, as he too began to climax, that brought him back to himself.

“Aaron.Fuck.”

Lewis sounded wrecked, his fingers digging into Aaron’s hips as he emptied into him. Aaron pressed a kiss to Lewis’s shoulder, squeezing his eyes closed against another impossible wave of emotion.

When it was over, they were silent for a little while, just the sounds of their breathing returning to normal. Then came the ordinary practicality of uncoupling their bodies, disposing of the condom, cleaning up with some fancy wipes that Lewis produced from the bedside drawer in the same expensive-looking packaging as the lube and the condoms.

Lewis quietly took care of all that, wiping away the remains of lube and jizz from Aaron’s body as Aaron lay there, grateful for the concealing privacy of the darkness. His throat still felt thick with emotion, his mind teeming with too many thoughts and feelings to parse.

He should get up and leave, he knew that, but it felt as though, if he spoke, or even moved, something mightbreak.

Lewis rose and walked across the room to dump the used wipes and condom in the wastepaper bin. His shadowed form in the darkness was familiar and not at the same time. Familiar in shape and attitude, but with the new intimacy of nakedness.

Aaron forced himself up onto one elbow. “Lewis—”

“Please,” Lewis whispered. “Can we… not talk?”

Aaron felt relieved more than anything. “Okay,” he whispered.

He watched as Lewis picked up the duvet which had long ago fallen to the floor and settled it back over the bed, covering Aaron’s body. Then he climbed into bed beside him and tugged Aaron into the shape he wanted, which was, apparently, that of the little spoon. Lewis curled his own body around Aaron, holding him close.

His lips rested against the back of Aaron’s neck.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered, so Aaron did.

Chapter Seventeen

Lewis