Read By His Rules Online

Authors: J. A. Rock

Tags: #General Fiction, #Romance MM, #erotic MM

By His Rules (20 page)

“What do you mean, important?”

“I mean everyone else who’s applying has probably

been in way more shows than me and went to better

colleges and traveled to exciting places and done

internships… I don’t know how to make myself stand

out.”

“Don’t worry about everyone else. All you need to

worry about is showcasing yourself.”

“But myself is
boring
.”

“Trust me, you’re far from that.”

Aiden suddenly looked pale. “Oh shit. We can’t do

this. Keaton, you’re going to get so sick of me. I’m

annoying and I’m needy and I… I don’t even think I used

to be like this. I used to just have fun.”

“Aiden. You’re fine. We’ll figure this out together.

Try and trust me.”

“I do. I just—”

“This is new and confusing and a little scary.”

“I’m not scared,” Aiden protested.

“You are, a little bit. And that’s all right.”

“You don’t know everything,” Aiden muttered.

Keaton smiled. “Neither do you.”

The doorbell rang. Keaton collected the subs and

paid the delivery woman.

“You expect me to eat that whole thing?” Aiden

eyed the foot-long sub with apprehension.

“At least half,” Keaton said, starting on his own

sub. “You can save the rest for lunch tomorrow.”

Aiden opened the sandwich and began poking at it,

rearranging slabs of meat, picking out tomato slices.

“Just eat,” Keaton said gently.

“I get sick when I eat. I’m not lying. I do.”

“That’s because your body’s been running on

empty for so long. Were you sick after breakfast this

morning?”

Aiden shook his head. He hadn’t even realized it,

but the half a waffle had hardly troubled his stomach at

all. “No, but—”

“Your body needs to get used to food again.”

Aiden took a tentative bite of the sandwich.

“Good boy.”

Aiden blushed. “Are you gonna call me that?”

“Boy?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want me to?”

Aiden blushed deeper. “Maybe sometimes?”

“Okay.”

“Not all the time.”

“Agreed.”

Keaton finished his sandwich, trying not to stare at

Aiden. He was beautiful, and Keaton couldn’t help

imagining how much more beautiful he’d be once he

regained his health and self-confidence.

He’ll probably hightail it out of here, then, Keaton

thought sadly. Off to grad school or New York or just

back to his old apartment.

Best not to think about that now. All Keaton wanted

to concentrate on was whisking Aiden upstairs and into

his bed, and giving the boy more pleasure than he’d ever

felt in his life.

Chapter Fourteen

Aiden finished the last bite of his sub, wrapped the

remaining half, and put it in the fridge. This evening had

been strange. Had he really agreed to a domestic

discipline relationship with Keaton Hughes? He half

wished Keaton were a normal, less complicated top.

He went to the sink to wash his hands, and while he

stood there, he felt strong arms wrap around him from

behind. He shut the water off and leaned into the

embrace. Keaton’s lips brushed the side of his neck.

“Come on,” Keaton whispered.

Aiden started to turn and gave a yip of surprise as

Keaton lifted him up in a fireman’s carry, took him

upstairs to the master bedroom, and laid him gently on

the bed. Keaton climbed over him, arms on either side of

Aiden’s shoulders. He lowered himself until their bodies

touched, and kissed Aiden deeply. Aiden could feel

Keaton’s hardness against his thigh. His own cock was at

attention, twitching as Keaton plundered his mouth with

his tongue. The kiss left Aiden gasping for breath.

Keaton’s tongue flicked Aiden’s earlobe, then traced the

outside of his ear. Aiden squirmed. Keaton took his

earlobe between his teeth and tugged lightly.

“Please,” Aiden begged.

Keaton bit slightly harder, and Aiden whimpered

and writhed. Keaton let go and kissed Aiden again. He

brushed his lips along the line of Aiden’s jaw, then

retraced the same path with his teeth very gently.


Oh
,” Aiden murmured.

Keaton moved to the foot of the bed, where he knelt

with his knees on either side of Aiden’s legs. He

removed his sweater in one easy motion, and Aiden

gazed hungrily at the man’s smooth, muscled chest and

strong arms.

Keaton placed his hands on Aiden’s hips, then ran

his palms up Aiden’s sides, under his shirt, warming the

flesh. He repeated the movement, pushing Aiden’s shirt

up a little more each time until Aiden’s flat, trim belly

was exposed.

“Beautiful,” Keaton murmured, pressing his lips to

Aiden’s stomach. He licked a spot just to the left of

Aiden’s navel, then blew a stream of cool air on the wet

place. Aiden lifted his hips and twisted. Keaton laughed

softly. “Let’s get this off.” He unbuttoned Aiden’s shirt

and slid a hand under Aiden’s back, lifting him so that he

could pull the article off. He ran his hands over Aiden’s

chest. Aiden inhaled sharply when Keaton’s hands

passed over his nipples.

Keaton let his thumbs drift over the nubs once

more. Aiden kicked, almost hitting Keaton. “Sensitive,

are we?” Keaton smiled and circled Aiden’s nipples with

his thumbs.

“Please. Please… ”

Keaton plunged down, taking one of the hard

peaks between his lips, licking and sucking. Aiden

arched his back and grabbed Keaton’s shoulders. Keaton

moved to the other nipple, flicking it with his tongue,

then letting his teeth scrape it lightly. Aiden dug his nails

into Keaton’s shoulders, whimpering. His legs twitched.

He worried he might come just from Keaton sucking his

tits. He ran his hands down Keaton’s back, loving the

man’s smooth skin, the dips and ridges of his muscles.

Keaton kissed his way down Aiden’s chest to his

navel and then down farther until he reached the

waistband of Aiden’s pants. He undid Aiden’s fly

slowly. Aiden rocketed his hips into the air so that

Keaton could yank his jeans off, but Keaton pulled his

pants down slowly, stopping to run his fingernails up

and down Aiden’s outer thighs.

“God, Keaton.” Aiden gasped. “I need… please… ”

“Patience.” Keaton chuckled. He stripped Aiden’s

jeans the rest of the way off, then exhaled a rush of hot

breath onto the bulge in Aiden’s briefs. He reached up

and gently rolled Aiden’s nipples between his fingers

while he kissed his cock through his underwear.

“Keaton!” Aiden wailed. Scott had never been so

slow, so thorough, so gentle. Scott liked to fuck hard and

fast, or else tease Aiden cruelly without letting him

come. But Keaton—Keaton seemed to want Aiden to feel

good, encouraged his whimpers and moans, discovered

and worshipped Aiden’s body inch by inch.

“You’re so hard,” Keaton whispered, nuzzling the

front of Aiden’s briefs. He hooked his fingers in the

waistband

and

tugged

the

underwear

down.

“Gorgeous,” Keaton remarked, staring at Aiden’s cock.

He slid Aiden’s underwear off, then parted Aiden’s legs.

He traced a path up Aiden’s inner thighs with his

fingertips.

Aiden shuddered. He was soaring, spread and

naked in front of Keaton, at the man’s mercy. His mood

dipped a little as he thought about what he must actually

look like to someone as beautiful as Keaton—not

gorgeous at all, but bony, awkward, pathetic. Most of his

marks had faded, but there were still yellow-gray traces

of bruising on his ass and one hip.

There was suddenly no time to think about

anything else, because Keaton took Aiden in his mouth

and slowly, gently began to suck.

“No.” Aiden gasped, pushing Keaton’s head back.

He felt suddenly frantic, confused.

Keaton pulled back. “What’s wrong?”

“You shouldn’t be doing this. I should be the

one… ”

“What are you talking about?”

“I should be sucking you!”

“Why?”

“Because,” Aiden sputtered. “You’re the one in

charge.”

Keaton grinned, shaking his head. “Well, as the one

in charge, I say lie back and enjoy your blowjob.” Keaton

went down on him again without giving him time to

answer. As he worked Aiden’s cock, his fingers toyed

with Aiden’s balls, keeping a steady counter rhythm to

the bobbing of his head.

Aiden couldn’t help the moans that escaped him, or

the way he arched his back and rocked his hips, thrusting

deep into Keaton’s mouth. He knew he was close and

wondered if he should warn Keaton.

But Keaton stopped just before Aiden came.

Aiden moaned with frustration.

Keaton moved forward and kissed him, brushing

Aiden’s hair back from his forehead, and running his

thumb gently over Aiden’s eyelids. “Turn over,” he

whispered in Aiden’s ear.

Aiden obeyed with a mewl. Keaton’s palms passed

firmly down his back, then gripped his hips. Aiden

couldn’t help rocking a little against the bed. Keaton

spread Aiden’s legs wide, then pressed his lips to the

small of Aiden’s back. He lapped the tender hollow until

Aiden twitched and bucked, then dragged his tongue

down to the beginning of Aiden’s cleft.

He licked down one cheek, then began to nibble the

soft mound of flesh, never hard enough to hurt. Aiden

gasped, grabbing fistfuls of sheets. Keaton brought his

teeth to the sensitive juncture between Aiden’s buttock

and thigh and nipped there. Aiden thrust his ass up,

wanting more but unsettled that Keaton was doing all

this for him, and that he was doing nothing to serve

Keaton. Keaton moved to the other cheek, nibbling and

kissing until Aiden moaned steadily, rocking against the

bed.

Then suddenly Keaton pressed his tongue between

Aiden’s cheeks. He licked down Aiden’s crack, stopping

to flick his tongue against Aiden’s hole, then continuing

down to the soft skin between Aiden’s opening and his

balls. Aiden ground against the sheets as Keaton brought

his tongue up again and swirled it around Aiden’s

entrance. Then Keaton thrust the hot, wet muscle inside

Aiden. Aiden cried out as Keaton withdrew his tongue

and plunged it in again.

Aiden pulled at the sheets and scrubbed his cock

against the bed, sure that if he didn’t come in the next

few seconds, he would die. Keaton continued to rim him

and then once again stopped just as Aiden reached the

edge. Aiden nearly sobbed. “Keaton, please. Please don’t

stop. I need this… ”

Keaton leaned over Aiden and opened the

nightstand drawer. Aiden heard him tear a condom

package open, then, a minute later, uncap a bottle of

lube.

“I’m going to take you now,” Keaton said softly.

“It’s going to feel so good. We’ll come together.”

“Yes,” Aiden whispered, still squirming.

Keaton spread his cheeks and slicked his entrance.

It was cold, and Aiden flinched. Keaton slipped a finger

inside of him, exploring, loosening him. Aiden took a

deep breath and let it out. The finger was joined by a

second, stretching him, finding that sensitive place inside

him and stroking it. Keaton slid his fingers out and

nudged Aiden’s opening with his cock. Aiden spread his

legs wider, ready, desperate to feel Keaton inside of him.

Keaton bore in slowly. Aiden felt a flash of fear as he

remembered the last time he’d been fucked. He’d lain

across the table, limp, exhausted from fighting, afraid to

move in case Scott started hitting him again. Scott had

made it hurt. A lot.

This didn’t hurt at all. Keaton made love to him in

long, smooth strokes that grew quicker and harder as

Aiden begged. After one particularly hard thrust, Aiden

whispered, “Yes. Hurt me.”

Keaton slowed down. Ran a hand over Aiden’s

back. “Never,” he said firmly. He lowered himself

against Aiden’s back, then rolled Aiden so they both lay

on their sides. Then he rocked his hips forward, inch by

inch. Then backward, inch by inch. Aiden hadn’t known

it was possible to fuck this slowly.

Sometimes minutes passed between Keaton’s

thrusts. Each plunge into Aiden’s channel drove a low

moan of pleasure from Aiden. Keaton reached around

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