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“Lewis, God, please,” Aaron babbled. “Please, I’m going to come,Lewis.”
“Yes, fuck. Do it.”
They came together, semen spilling stickily between them over Lewis’s hand, and that was perfect too. Messily, gracelessly perfect.
Lewis rested his forehead on the pillow as his breath returned to normal, loving the warm gust of Aaron’s breath in his ear. Aaron’s rueful, “That wasveryfast.”
The kiss that followed, to the side of Lewis’s neck.
Lewis turned his head. Met that soft, silver gaze. “If you give me a little while, we can go again.”
Aaron smiled. “How long do you need?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Aaron
The second time was slower.
Aaron wanted to be fucked. He was pretty forthright about that, and he genuinely did want it—had been craving Lewis’s cock inside him for weeks—but he also wanted to put Lewis’s hasty offer to bottom on a back-burner. Somehow, he knew that no matter what Lewis thought, it was not something he would find easy to give. Lewis would need some time to work up to that with his partner. And while Aaron was only too happy to do that for him, it was not something he was about to embark upon without knowing whether this was just another one night hook-up.
Instead, he lay back and gave Lewis free rein over his own body.
For him, it wasn’t difficult in the way he instinctively knew it would be for Lewis. He trusted Lewis. Trusted Lewis to take care of him and make it good. And sure enough, Lewis spent ages preparing him, using his mouth and tongue and fingers, and a stupid amount of lube, until Aaron was a sobbing, begging mess.
Lewis guided him up onto his knees, sliding into him from behind, his hands firm and sure on Aaron’s body. He gave him the hard, dominant fuck that Aaron was desperate for, angling his thrusts so perfectly that Aaron was practically drooling into the pillow, his cock leaking as Lewis pounded into him, over and over.
When Lewis finally,finallytouched Aaron’s cock, he came like a geyser. Just from Lewis’s fingers gently circling his desperate shaft and stroking once. And God, but Lewis seemed to love that, growling curse words against Aaron’s ear as his come coated Lewis’s hand for the second time that night. Lewis’s own orgasm came seconds later, and as he climaxed, his teeth fastened on Aaron’s shoulder in a possessive bite that stopped short of pain.
Afterwards, Lewis was very quiet. Aaron half expected him to get up and leave, but he didn’t. He cleaned up in silence and when Aaron got back into bed, tugged Aaron close in that little spoon position again, one arm snug about Aaron’s waist, his lips resting on the nape of Aaron’s neck.
It was surprisingly easy to fall asleep like that, but in the morning, when Aaron awoke, it was to find that, like last time, they had drifted apart in the night.
Lewis was still sleeping when Aaron turned to face him. Aaron allowed himself the luxury of watching him for long minutes as he breathed soft, slow, sleeping breaths, and occasionally frowned or twitched.
Every expression, every movement fascinated Aaron.
Hell.
He had it bad. Really fucking bad. And he already suspected that, when Lewis woke up, things probably wouldn’t go the way Aaron hoped. For whatever reason, Lewis hadn’t been able to stay away from him last night. But Aaron could tell he’dwantedto stay away. The sad fact was, Aaron wanted the whole forever deal with Lewis, while Lewis was reluctant even to have a one-night stand with him.
Which wasn’t exactly a recipe for success.
It was all too easy to envision a future of serial one-night stands between them, ultimately leading nowhere and causing untold misery and work stress.
As Aaron lay there, gazing at the man he’d fallen in love with, he realised that he wasn’t prepared to put himself through that. He deserved better, and honestly, so did Lewis. Lewis deserved the truth. So Aaron was going to man up. Own his own feelings. Set out his own stall.
And that wasn’t something he wanted to do naked.
With a final look at Lewis asleep in his bed, Aaron slipped out from under the covers, grabbed some clean clothes, and left the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him.
It was still dark outside as he padded into the bathroom and flicked on the light, blinking in the sudden glare. After he’d locked the door, he stood for a moment regarding himself in the mirror. Last night's smoky eyes were this morning’s sooty smudges, his hair was a wreck, and his face was pale, washed out by the harsh light.
Aaron’s gaze came to rest on the purple mark at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. He lifted a hand to touch it, remembering the feel of Lewis’s teeth there. Remembering the heat, the hunger, the urgency of his desire.
He blinked at his reflection, vision blurring, and turned away from the mirror. “Get a grip,” he said softly. “Get a bloody grip.”
He took a quick shower, scrubbing at the remains of Chika’s eye makeup, towelled off, and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. The mark Lewis had left was still visible, peeking out above the neck of his t-shirt when he wiped a hole in the steamy mirror to check. He’d need to wear something with a collar to MTWCon later; the last thing he needed was Janvi asking questions.