Indebted (12 page)

I notice Aaron hissing from soreness quite a few times when he sits. I’ll have to take it easy on him today, which saddens me, since it’s our last night together. In some ways, I want to apologize for the way I handled him last night, but I can’t bring myself to do it. He doesn’t seem upset with me. He even, if I do say so myself, seems quite satisfied today. As if proving that thought, he sighs and lays his head on my chest, and I wrap my arm around him, sighing in contentment myself.

Later that evening, Aaron having bathed earlier, I decide to stop being such a slug and get into the shower. I would love for him to join me, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. He has already driven me nuts today, teasing me, and knowing I can’t have him right now seems to ramp up the fun level for him. Getting into the warm water, I let it run over me, and my mind goes to one of his little tease sessions from earlier….

While he was in the bathroom, I decided to be adventurous and see what I could find for dinner. Having never really cooked, I had no clue what I was looking for. I dug out some macaroni noodles, veggies, and a few other things. Staring at what I had out on the counter, my attention was drawn to Aaron as he strutted in wearing nothing but tight, hunter-green boxer briefs.

He watched my eyes roam over his body and had the nerve to ask, “Do you mind if I wear these? I don’t really feel like getting dressed right now.” I was in nothing but pajama pants myself, so I swallowed while nodding. Smiling mischievously, he asked, “Watcha makin’?”

Focusing back on the food in front of me, I answered with a snort. “Fuck if I know.”

“Here, let me help.”

Before long, he had a casserole going. He put me to work cutting up vegetables. My kitchen is really rather large, but it doesn’t feel that way with Aaron brushing up against me. He managed to bump up against me in some way every time he passed me or reached for something. My body was very aware of every touch. I was completely hard by the time he leaned in to give directions on cutting the carrots the way he wanted. His long fingers guided my movements while his hot breath blew on my hyperaware skin with each word of encouragement.

Getting through eating the meal and not attacking him was a small victory. Watching him eat pushed me to the brink. That’s when I had to excuse myself to shower and finally find some relief from the vicious ache in my groin.

Taking myself in my soapy hand, it doesn’t take long for me to get close. I imagine bending Aaron over the stool in the kitchen….

Suddenly, a chill runs through me, instantly shocking me out of my fantasy. I hear Aaron laughing loudly. The twerp stood on a chair and dumped a cup of freezing water on me. Sucking in a deep breath from the surprise of the cold, I rip open the shower door. While turning off the water, I grab a towel and watch him, still laughing so hard he’s nearly bent over with it.

Drying haphazardly, I bellow, “You little shit! You better run.”

Straightening up fast, his face is serious for a second as he makes sure I’m not mad, and then he bolts from the bathroom. I give chase, following him into the living room, and I catch up quickly. As I’m about to grab him, he makes a quick turn around the couch, squealing at the close call as he heads into the kitchen. I trap him around the middle and he sinks to the floor, trying to crawl away.

“Oh, no you don’t! You’re going to pay for that!” Rolling him onto his back, I begin to tickle him until he’s roaring with laughter and squirming to get away from my attack.

He starts pushing on me, begging, “Please… please stop… can’t… take… anymore.”

Straddling him and gripping his hands, I hold them down over his head. We’re both panting heavily, and my body is fully aware that I am still naked. Grinding my ass into Aaron’s crotch, I can feel he is too.

We stare at each other for a moment, trying to get our breathing under control, and his eyes briefly glance down at my mouth. Seeing him lick his lips to moisten them tempts me too much. Crashing mine to his supple red ones sets the need loose in me again, and I groan as I deepen the kiss while pressing my cock into his. He grunts and tries to pull his hands free from my grasp.

Pulling away, I pant, “You’re going to pay for teasing me. You have been torturing me all day.”

“I haven’t,” he pants and tries to look innocent.

I shake my head, laughing at his attempt to lie. “You know exactly what you’ve been doing in that kitchen—don’t deny it.”

Biting his plump lip, he smirks and admits, “Well, maybe a little.”

I scoot up until I’m hovering over his chest, telling him sternly, “It’s time to put me out of my misery before my cock falls off.”

While he eyes my hard shaft with hunger, I move up further and lean forward, leading my dick to his mouth. He opens immediately, making my cock twitch in my hand. Goading him, I trace his lips with the head, smearing my precome on them. He moans and flicks out his little pink tongue to taste my juices.

I can’t wait any longer so I rest my left hand on the floor for support, and I guide myself inside his mouth with my right. He engulfs me, and I gently rock back and forth on all fours, slowly fucking that perfect mouth.

With a grunt of frustration, he grips my ass and encourages me to go faster. Not one to deny him, I move quicker, pumping harder than I have ever dared. The room is silent except for the sounds of panting, moans, and the slick beat of me leaving and entering his talented mouth.

Feeling the familiar tingling build in my sack, I know I’m right there. He squeezes my cheeks hard and twists his tongue around me the way I like it, pushing me over the edge. I’m hit strongly with waves of ecstasy as I call out Aaron’s name. He swallows everything while moaning around me.

Shaking, I rest on my forearms to catch my breath and calm down. When I lift myself out of his mouth and lay down next to him on the floor, I glance over to see him smiling. He pointedly looks at me, then down at his erection standing proudly under his briefs.

Giving him a devilish smile, I shake my head. “Payback’s a bitch.”

He huffs out, “Fine—if you’re not going to help me, I’ll take care of it myself.”

Surprising me with his boldness, he reaches into his briefs and starts rubbing himself. He moans softly as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back. His mouth is slightly open as he pants quietly. Using his other hand, he pushes the material down past his cock.

He stops his ministrations long enough to lick his palm, then goes back to work on himself. Whimpering, he speeds up, pumping himself harder. He spreads his legs slightly, using his other hand to massage his balls.

“Fuck.” The whispered word leaves me, causing him to open his eyes and look at me.

Keeping his sights locked on me, his breathing picks up even more. I reach out, tracing my fingertips over his hardened nipples, causing him to hiss in pleasure. Biting his lip, he appears to be trying to hold back his release while his hips surge forward to meet his hand and tiny whining noises leave him. I raise an eyebrow in challenge, pinching his right nipple. His gaze leaves me, and then he groans loudly as his back arches off the floor. He comes hard, shooting cream all over his chest and hand.

Lying there spent, he lazily opens his eyes and peers at me. I give him a dimpled smile as I scoop up two fingers full of his still-hot come and stuff them in my mouth. Moaning at the taste of him, I bend over and give him a sensuous kiss.

As I lean back a little breathless, I say, “That was the sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever had the privilege to watch. Christ!”

After cleaning up, we decide to stretch out on the bed to watch a movie. Sad to say that, besides my cock, that’s the only entertainment I can offer him. I rarely have anyone here, preferring to go out and meet my friends and hookups. We end up watching
Groundhog Day
, laughing off and on at different scenes. After a while, I notice Aaron has a far-off look on his face.

Concerned, I ask, “What are you thinking about so hard over there?”

“Hmm…. Oh, nothing much,” he answers wistfully. “I’m thinking about my mom a little.”

Hearing the hint of sadness in his voice, I nestle him close, rubbing his back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Sure—it’s nothing, really. Mom and I used to play a game using
Groundhog Day
as the inspiration. You know how he repeats the same day over and over?” I nod, and he gets a sweet smile on his face as his eyes look distant. “Well, when one of us was having a bad day, we would always play a game of picking out which day we wish we had instead on repeat.” He blushes a little, shrugging, then continues, “I know it’s silly, really. She loved this movie for some reason. We always had to watch it when it was on TV.”

“That’s not silly at all.” My heart hurts to think of his memories of his mom saddening him. I’d give anything to have some good memories of my mom. “It sounds like a fun memory. Those are the ones you need to hold on to the hardest. They’ll get you through the bad ones.”

Sighing, he snuggles into me, whispering, “Thanks, Liam.”

After the movie, we settle in for the night. Wrapping my arms around him, I spoon him and he soon drifts off into a peaceful sleep. The last thought that runs through my head before drifting off is this is the last night I’ll get to have with him. That thought makes me really sad. This whole weekend has been a bright spot in my otherwise dark life. If Aaron had asked me to choose a day to repeat for his game—it would’ve been today.

I dread Monday and the return of normalcy.

I
WAKE
to the feel of Aaron wrapped around me, his body touching mine at every possible point.

Today’s going to turn into a really bad day. Right now, though, it’s pretty fuckin’ perfect. Sighing, I nuzzle my nose into his hair, breathing him in, and the contentment I’m seeking washes over me. I angle my head to gaze at him and see that his eyes are still closed, his long lashes resting on his pale cheekbones, with his full, red lips slightly parted. He looks so beautifully peaceful when he sleeps.

Running my fingertips lightly down the length of his neck, I hear him moan softly. His responsiveness is making my morning wood harden more. I lean to brush my lips against his. As I pull back far enough to see if he’s awake, I notice his eyelids flutter but stay closed. I gently roll him onto his back and continue my assault, placing little openmouthed kisses down his bare chest as I work my way to his stomach. When I dip my tongue into his navel and slowly circle it, he groans. I hear him suck in a sharp breath, so I glance up at him. His eyes are now open and already half-lidded with lust.

Moving farther, I tug at the waist of his sleep pants and free his hard shaft. I run my tongue up his length, stopping to lick the head and work my way back. Nibbling and sucking on his sack causes him to make sweet little sounds. Anxious for another taste, I engulf him, burying my nose in his brown curls. My moaning at his flavor causes him to hiss and buck up into my mouth. Giving his swollen member a few more minutes of attention, I back off, stopping on the way back up to suck on his hard little nipples.

He pulls me to his lips as he whispers, “Liam.”

Our mouths meet slowly and sensually. Fire is coursing through me, pushing me to rush, but I temper it. I want to savor this one last time. With that thought in mind, I deepen the kiss, tasting him while running my hands over any part of his body I can reach. Aaron is doing much the same and his hands are driving me crazy. Soft fingertips are making my skin tingle wherever he touches. Separating, he breathlessly nips my right ear.

Grunting, I tell him, “Need you.”

I reach for the supplies and kick off my sleep pants as I go. Scooting backward, I sit against the headboard. Aaron gets up on his knees, removing his pants as well. Climbing to straddle my legs, he groans as our hard cocks meet and rub together. I slick up my fingers as our mouths mesh again, circling around his entrance to tease him a little. He whimpers and squirms in my lap, causing our dicks to grind together. Our tongues still dueling, I enter two fingers into his tight hole, causing him to grunt at the swift intrusion. He quickly adjusts, starting to ride them, our cocks still rubbing.

Panting already, I tell him, “Fuck, that’s sexy. That’s it, show me how much you want this too.”

He nips my bottom lip, then leans away to look into my eyes. “I do want this, so badly.”

My whole world stops for a moment. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? Before I can ask what he means, he pushes back hard onto my fingers while grazing his teeth on my neck. I decide I’m reading more into his statement than he meant, and I continue to prep him.

Groaning at the sensations he’s generating, I withdraw my fingers and tell him, “Need to be inside you.”

He lifts slightly and then slowly sinks down on my aching cock. Moaning in satisfaction that I’m finally inside of him, I stay still, enjoying the feel of his tight heat. He is still sucking and licking on my neck, heightening the pleasure. Adjusting his legs to wrap around my waist, I then move, grabbing two handfuls of that luscious ass to keep a slow pace.