Page 98 of Total Creative Control

Lewis wasn’t even sure what it was he found so appealing. Aaron had a very nice face with regular, handsome features and a slim, strong body that Lewis appreciated. But those were not the things that made his chest ache. It was the little expressions that flickered over Aaron’s face as they talked, the warmth in his eyes, those moments of silent understanding. The sense Lewis had ofknowingAaron and being known in return.

Liking him and being liked.

Maybe even… maybe more than that.

“Aaron,” he said, and in that instant, he felt an unfamiliar bolt of happiness, even as a lump rose in his throat and his chest tightened almost unbearably.

Aaron’s expression softened, the wariness chased away by something wondering. He raised his hand to touch Lewis’s face, his thumb smoothing over Lewis’s cheekbone.

“Like I said earlier,” Aaron said softly. “I have this bed.”

Lewis swallowed. “Can we go there now?”

Aaron’s smile was sweet. “Yeah.”

* * *

The bed was smaller than Lewis’s, as was the bedroom itself, but Lewis barely noticed. He was too busy kissing Aaron, yanking off his t-shirt, then reaching for the button on his fly. Soon the narrow strip of carpet next to the just-about-double bed was strewn with their discarded clothes and they were tumbling, naked, onto the mattress together.

Aaron landed on his back, Lewis above him. For a long moment, they gazed at one another, and Lewis had that sense, just like last time, that this—being with Aaron—was different from anything he’d ever experienced with anyone else. That it was more than the easy physical pleasure of two bodies coming together for satisfying sex. Overwhelmed suddenly, he tore his gaze away, ducking his head to press his lips to Aaron’s throat, one hand skimming down the warm skin of Aaron’s side.

Jesus. How could he feel so turned on and so emotionally twisted up at the same time? He felt like he couldn’t get enough of Aaron, inhaling his scent in greedy great lungfuls as he nuzzled the man’s throat. His dick was as hard as it had ever been, and at the same time, his chest was aching with a yearning he couldn’t put a name to.

“Do you want to fuck me again?” Aaron gasped, and Lewis’s cock jerked against his thigh, making him laugh breathlessly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Itwasa yes. It was, because Lewis didn’t just prefer to top—heonlytopped. And yet when he leaned up on his elbow and met Aaron’s silver gaze again, he found himself saying, “Last time, you said you were vers.”

Aaron blinked. “I am. I just didn’t think…” He trailed off, then started again. “I kind of had you down as the sort of guy who only tops? Which, I know, is—”

“I am,” Lewis said, half-wondering where these words were coming from. Who had taken over his fucking brain? “I’ve never bottomed. Well, yet.”

Aaron’s gaze was very intent. He looked as though he wasreadingLewis, and it made Lewis feel stripped bare somehow.Seen. Weirdly, he didn’t hate it. In fact, it felt like…like he’d recaptured something he’d lost when Aaron had left, all those weeks ago. Something he’d really fucking missed.

“I’d bottom for you,” he said hoarsely. And he meant it. Not because he was so desperate to have Aaron’s dick inside him, but because he wanted to give him something he’d never given anyone else.

And what else did he have to give?

Aaron’s gaze didn’t waver. He reached up and touched Lewis’s face, his thumb brushing over his cheekbone again in that tender gesture that made Lewis swallow hard. Then he urged Lewis closer, bringing their mouths together in an achingly sweet, whisper-soft kiss.

Lewis closed his eyes, letting Aaron take what he wanted. When the kiss ended, Aaron didn’t move away, and their lips were still touching as he murmured, “I’d love to do that with you. But not tonight, okay? I don’t think this is the right time for that.”

The wave of relief that washed over Lewis surprised him. Relief and gratitude. Aaronhadread him. Of course he had because Aaron could always read him.

Sudden memories of the weekend at Safehaven swamped him—memories of Aaron caring for him in ways no one else ever had or could.

In ways Lewis didn’t deserve and would never be able to reciprocate.

“Aaron,” he whispered, and it was almost a plea, because there was something profoundly painful about that realisation. Something that he was petrified even to look at.

He closed his eyes again and pressed his mouth against Aaron’s, grateful when Aaron parted his lips and the kiss deepened and became carnal. He stroked Aaron’s body with his hands and canted his hips, relishing the way Aaron moaned when their cocks rubbed together.

Yes, this was better. Easier by far.

Beneath him, Aaron opened his legs and wrapped them round Lewis’s hips. The movement brought their cocks in closer contact, and they both moaned.

And suddenly it didn’t matter, who was fucking or being fucked, or sucking and being sucked. All that mattered was that Aaron was with him, their mouths moving together, Aaron arching up, stroking Lewis’s back, tightening his thighs on Lewis’s hips.

Lewis thrust his hand down between them, taking both of their shafts in a clumsy grip, and began to tug, and it was fucking amazing. They needed lube, it wasn’t slick enough, and he wanted to be inside Aaron and have Aaron inside him—he wanted everything, but none of it mattered, because right now he had Aaron beneath him, wrapped around him, pressed to his lips and in his hand. He was breathing Aaron in, and tasting him, and touching him, and it was so fuckingperfect.