Nathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of university at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity field lacrosse teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up.
The truth of the matter though, was that Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his ex-lover was something he hadn't even wanted to contemplate. Communication on the field would've been awkward between them, and they invariably would've let the team down.
Of course the breakdown in their relationship had been entirely his fault; as usual. His lack of restraint when it came to his mouth and the voracious appetite of his dick had managed to destroy yet another perfectly suitable and fundamentally healthy partnership. But maybe that was the problem. Maybe it had become too predictable and safe for his liking, so he'd switched to self-destruct mode, seeking a way out. The possibility of love entering the relationship had had absolutely nothing to do with his behaviour.
It wasn't that he didn't want to find someone to spend his life with. He enjoyed the feeling of security provided by a warm and familiar body in his bed, but most of the guys he ended up with were involved in some sport or another and weren't willing to extend their relationship beyond the bedroom, and that was where he'd had major issues. In his experience, the locker rooms of most universities contained a seriously large and overcrowded closet.
But that was his dream. That someday he would meet someone willing to take that step outside the bedroom and be seen in public with him as his partner. That would be the day he would tell the sports world to go fuck itself, because he was one of the best defensemen in the country and he was damn proud to be gay.
Nathan rechecked the information on the letter he'd received from the university's housing department. He was sharing a dorm room with a guy named Aaron Campbell, who was, thankfully, also on the lacrosse team. Aaron's major was in law, whereas Nathan's was environmental engineering, which meant they wouldn't be able to help each other study, but at least the guy wasn't working towards some soft degree in psychology or something.
There was nothing more irritating, in Nathan's opinion, than a guy prattling on about people's emotions. Invariably, the budding shrink would try and analyze why Nathan behaved the way he did, which usually resulted in Nathan's mouth going ballistic.
It was late Sunday afternoon already. He'd arrived a full day and a half later than everyone else because he'd had some family commitments to attend to. His grandfather had died the week before, and being the only surviving man in his family, he'd been put in charge of organizing the funeral and dealing with the emotional breakdown of his grandmother and younger sister. It had been an extremely stressful few days and he was looking forward to throwing on a set of headphones and climbing into bed.
He opened the door of his new dorm room and was immediately confronted by a mountain of boxes, packing peanuts and discarded strips of tape. Apparently, his new roommate was a bit of a media fanatic and had the good fortune of being able to afford all new equipment. Nathan looked down at the tattered box he was carrying. Everything he owned in the world fit into that box and the large duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
"Hey, could you give me a hand?" Aaron asked as he stepped out from behind the massive television he was attempting to connect into the surround sound system. "I'm Aaron… it's Nathan, right?"
Nathan swallowed heavily. Shit
. His new roommate was absolutely gorgeous. He let his eyes wander over the dark graspable curls of Aaron's hair and down across his smooth lickable chest. The guy could've put a shirt on at least… it wasn't that warm.
"Yeah," he answered.
"I'm trying to run these wires through the back of the cabinet, but the bloody television is making it impossible for me to reach through on my own."
Nathan grunted. Maybe if the television wasn't so fucking big-- the thing must be about seventy inches.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Just poke the wires through the hole and I'll grab them."
"Sure thing." Nathan smirked inwardly. There was an infinitely more interesting hole in the room he'd rather be poking things into. Not that he was in the habit of topping guys, but he would definitely make an exception if Aaron turned out to be a bottom; his gaydar was lighting up like an evergreen tree on Christmas Day.
Aaron crouched down in front of the cabinet and deftly plugged in a few wires. Nathan stepped back out of his way when Aaron reached over the edge of the cabinet to retrieve the manual.
He had to bite his lip to keep from groaning with admiration. Aaron was packing around the most luscious ass he'd ever seen. He could spend hours descending into the warm valley between those peaks with his tongue. Christ.
He shifted uncomfortably. His dick didn't want to wait until Aaron finished setting up the equipment. It was straining to be released from the confines of his jeans right now, and he was inclined to listen to his dick.
"I think that's everything," Aaron said and turned around.
Nathan was pleased that he'd managed to keep himself from drooling, because Aaron was now studying his face. But a quick glance from Aaron in the direction of the obvious bulge in his pants would hopefully move things along in the direction of the bed. Nathan wasn't sure how much longer he could contain himself.
"I want to make sure everything is working for when my girlfriend comes over," continued Aaron.
Nathan couldn't take his eyes off Aaron's lips as he spoke. He could imagine those full kissable lips and that exquisite mouth encasing his cock and pulling sweetly on it. And then Aaron's soft brown eyes would gaze out from under those thick lashes when he came in his mouth, and they would be brimming with desire.
"Nathan?" Aaron touched Nathan's shoulder.
"Sorry… what did you say?"
"I was hoping you could help me test this thing before my girlfriend gets here. I'm not good at setting up the remote."
It was like a blow to the gut. Aaron had a girlfriend, which meant he was straight, which meant Nathan was never going to have the opportunity to taste and consume the hot piece of man candy standing before him. He suddenly felt like he needed to sit down and he dropped into the beanbag sofa in front of the television. He motioned for the remote and began programming it.
"What's your girlfriend's name?"
"Sarah. We've been together since high school."
"Perfect." He handed the remote back to Aaron, literally climbed off the sofa and headed for his bed. "I need to lie down. I've been up since early this morning. Try to keep the noise down."
"Sure… did you want me to tell Sarah, tonight's not such a good night for her to come over after all?"
"That would be sublime." The last thing he needed to see was some girl hanging all over the guy he'd been fantasizing about. He wanted to jack off to Aaron's unadulterated image at least twice before it was besmirched by the reality that Aaron preferred pussy.
Nathan hauled open his box and removed the comforter and pillow that occupied almost the entire inner space. The rest was taken up by the one sheet set he owned and a few books. He was too tired to deal with sheets and opted to roll himself up in the comforter and wedge himself against the wall, facing it.
Realizing he was going to require something to mop up with, he sat up and removed his shirt, and stuffed it into the comforter with him. He shoulder checked to make sure Aaron was fully occupied with the video game he'd fired up. Aaron had put the game on mute, which was thoughtful, but not very helpful. Nathan didn't exactly have a propensity for audio temperance when he came.
He unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them off past his hips, making note of the fact that he needed to remember to wear underwear when he was around Aaron. The inside of his jeans were damp with pre-cum and would need to be washed.
The level of effort required to remain silent as he stroked his demanding cock was proving to be unattainable, so Nathan rolled over. If he kept an eye on Aaron, he would be able to feign sleep if he turned around. He inadvertently moaned softly when Aaron stretched his shoulders out. Fuck, he was beautiful.
Violence and gore continued to erupt across the massive television screen, but Nathan was completely fixated on Aaron's profile and the way he bit at his bottom lip when he was concentrating. Aaron's unconscious habit was also an anticipatory gesture, and that was how Nathan's mind perceived it. And then Aaron licked his lips.
A groan escaped from Nathan before he'd even realized he was about to cum. He'd been so mesmerized by the sight of Aaron's soft pink tongue that he hadn't been paying attention to his own body. It was too late to retract the broadcast of his actions at this point. Aaron had already turned around and was watching him intently. Being at the point of no return, Nathan thought fuck it
and yanked the comforter aside to give himself unrestricted access, and stroked himself through to completion.
He collapsed into his bedding and laughed softly for the first time in days; Aaron was clapping and whistling wildly at his performance. He turned, looking for his shirt, but it had been lost in the struggle to free himself from his bindings.
"Here," Aaron said as he handed Nathan a box of tissues.
Nathan took a swipe at his stomach. "Thanks." He looked down at his chest and wiped away a few more drops of cum. "Sorry about that… it was a long flight."
"You missed some." Aaron reached forward and wiped a thumb across Nathan's cheek. "Don't worry about it. I jack off all the time… and besides, it was hugely entertaining." He settled his thumb in his mouth and sucked on it as Nathan watched with avid fascination. "I'm going to go see Sarah and let you get some sleep."
Nathan had been hoping that Aaron would've made additional advances on him in the six weeks they'd been rooming together; if that episode had even been an advance. Aaron didn't appear to be the least bit interested. Nathan was starting to think that maybe Aaron had absentmindedly sucked on his thumb after wiping the drop of cum from his face.
It was Friday night, which meant the dorm room was strictly his until three in the morning. He and Aaron had worked out an arrangement, whereby they each had a night on the weekend that they wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted by the other. To date, Nathan hadn't made use of the arrangement, preferring to fuck his tricks off campus, but tonight he was considering bringing someone back with him.
He hadn't officially told Aaron he was gay yet, but Aaron knew he wasn't into hanging out at the pub on campus, and that he preferred going to a certain dance club downtown. And when Sarah had suggested setting him up on a blind date with one of her friends, Aaron had politely shut her down.
But it wasn't Aaron he was concerned about when it came to bringing guys back to the dorm. In fact, Nathan wasn't actually concerned about anybody. He just found the entire process of coming out to a whole new group of people to be absolutely exhausting, and he preferred hanging back on open displays of his sexuality until everyone figured it out for themselves. And really, for the most part, it was nobody's business who he was fucking. He was proud to be gay, but his existence extended far beyond the activities of his dick on a Friday night, and most straight people seemed to have a problem wrapping their head around that.
"Where are you going tonight?" Aaron asked as he ran a bit of product through his hair and scrunched at the curls until they settled delicately along his brow.
Nathan grinned. Aaron had to be the gayest straight guy he'd ever met; although he was constantly being reminded that Aaron's effeminate traits off the lacrosse field did not translate into weakness on the field. Aaron was a big guy and he knew how to throw his weight around. Nathan had the bruises to prove it.
"Same place as always," Nathan answered.
"I should go with you sometime."
"You'd throw me off my game."
"I could be your… what do they call it?" Aaron tapped his lip in thought. "I could be your wingman."
"You've got to be kidding me." Nathan looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't stunning gorgeous like Aaron, but he could hold his own. His blonde hair and sleek toned body had served him well, but no one at the club would give him a second look if he showed up with his roommate. Aaron was every gay man's wet dream.
"What's wrong with that?" Aaron asked.
"What's wrong with that… is that you'd end up getting swarmed, and I'd end up getting a cab home on my own."
Aaron raised his eyebrows. "I think that's the most words I've ever heard you string together in a sentence."
"Look, Aaron… as much as I'd like to have you tag along, I don't think you'd have a very good time."
"And why is that?"
Nathan scrubbed at his face. "Aaron, you do realize I'm gay, right? And visa vie… the club that I go to is for queers."
"Are you saying that because I'm straight, I can't dance? Because if that's the case, I might have to haul your ass into court for discrimination based on stereotyping."
"Fine… do you want to come with me?"
"No, some of the guys have rented a bunch of porn, and I have a bucket of chicken wings and a case of beer with my name on it."
"You are such a goof." Nathan grinned, anticipating an additional response from Aaron. His roommate was an absolute riot when you got him wound up. They'd spent many hours creased up laughing on the floor after one or the other had inadvertently set off a chain reaction of escalating banter.
But right now there was only silence. Aaron had crossed his arms and taken on a bizarre countenance. Nathan stepped back cautiously as Aaron approached, not sure what to expect from him, whereas his dick was prepared to lurch forward based solely on unfounded and hormone induced hopes of Aaron kissing him.
"I'm glad you finally decided to tell me you're gay," Aaron said as he brushed a strand of hair from Nathan's eyes.
"I figured you'd already worked it out for yourself anyways." He bit his lip and dropped his eyes. Aaron was standing awfully close. And the way he was touching him. "You're alright with it?" He looked up into Aaron's eyes, waiting for a response. God, he could get lost in those eyes.
The thought of them fluttering in ecstasy had Nathan seriously considering attacking Aaron's mouth.
"Yeah, I'm good, buddy." Aaron slammed his palm onto Nathan's shoulder and shoved him playfully while tousling his hair. "Why wouldn't I be? Just keep it on your side of the room."
"Let me guess… because homosexuality is contagious?"
"No, I just don't want to find any butt plugs or anal beads on my side of the room." Aaron raised his eyebrows when Nathan looked at him strangely. "What? I have access to the internet… I'm not completely oblivious to what goes on between guys."
Nathan shook his head. He'd just now realized that Aaron wasn't the gayest straight man he'd ever met after all. The boy couldn't walk a straight line if his life depended on it. But Aaron was so far in the closet, it would take nothing short of a bulldozer to dig him out; and that wasn't Nathan's job. It had been a lovely salacious thought, imagining himself and Aaron together, but the dream sequence was over and his ass was aching to be fucked.
"I need to get going," he said. "I want to be in and out of the club before midnight, so I can spend a couple of hours with the guy before you wander your drunken ass back in here."
"So, you just head in there… snag someone… and bring him back here to fuck?"
"That's generally how it's done, yeah."
"Do you even bother getting to know the guy?"
Nathan checked his wallet for condoms and then tucked it into his back pocket. "What would be the point of that?"
"I don't know… maybe you would have something in common to talk about."
"Aaron, guys don't cruise gay bars looking for their next husband. They're looking for their next fuck… and time spent talking, means less time fucking."
"It just seems so impersonal."
"Sweetheart," Nathan said with his best gay
voice. "By the time the night is over… if you haven't been up close and personal with every inch of that man's body… you're doing something wrong."
Aaron sighed heavily. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Sarah is out with friends tonight, so I'm going to hang with some of the guys from the team for a while, and then I'll head over to Sarah's dorm later."
"Sounds like a plan." Nathan pounded on Aaron's back as he headed for the door. "I'll see you later. Have a good night."
The night had been a complete bust. The temperature outside had dropped way below zero, prompting most people to stay home. Attendance at the club had been abysmal and Nathan had come away forty dollars lighter and twice as horny.
He rolled closer to the wall and hauled the comforter over his shoulders. It was bloody freezing in their room. The woollen socks and sweatpants he'd pulled on were barely making a difference. He'd checked the thermostat and it was registering a balmy twenty two degrees, which was complete bullshit.
The door, as if on queue, crashed open and Aaron spilled into the room with a waft of frigid air at his back.
"Oh, my god… I'm so cold," Aaron stammered.
"That's because it's winter, jackass. Close the fucking door."
"Christ, I can barely feel my fingers."
Nathan rolled back to face the room.
"Where are your gloves?" he asked Aaron. "And your winter coat… and your boots? Fuck, Aaron… what the fuck were you and the guys doing?" The lunatic looked as if he'd been liberated of every piece of warm clothing he owned.
"It's a long story."
"Isn't it always with you?" Nathan climbed out of bed and started rooting around in Aaron's closet. He selected the warmest sweatpants and sweater he could find and a pair of thick socks. Aaron's pants were covered in snow and would soon be a wet reminder of whatever asinine activity Aaron had partaken in that evening. At least he wasn't drunk. Dealing with a hypothermic drunk person was not on Nathan's bucket list.
"Everything off," Nathan said, "and then put these on." He handed Aaron the clothes and climbed back into bed. Those few brief moments outside the relative warmth of his comforter had chilled him to the bone.
He shrieked as Aaron's icy cold hand found its way onto his bare arm. His icicle ridden roommate had climbed into bed behind him, and was attempting to spoon.
"Sorry… my hands are a little cold."
Nathan tried to shift back to look over his shoulder, but Aaron was plastered tightly against him. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm just so fucking cold… please, don't throw me out." His teeth chattered in emphasis. Nathan couldn't be sure if Aaron was faking it or not, but then Aaron's entire body started shaking.
"God dammit, Aaron. Why do I have to suffer for your stupidity?" He reached back to make sure the comforter was covering Aaron's body completely and then hauled him closer. He would not be accused of being self centered in this situation, even though he could no longer feel his toes, he was so cold. Aaron was drawing the warmth from his body like a wick.
He closed his eyes, trying to get comfortable, and sighed contentedly as Aaron's cold hand unexpectedly found its way onto his chest in search of a warm companion.
Gripping Aaron's hand tightly in his own, Nathan soaked in the feeling of security provided by Aaron's gentle and familiar presence and drifted off to sleep.
Normally, waking up with another man's morning erection jammed up against his ass would've fired Nathan up on all pistons, but he was going to take a moment to evaluate his situation first; much to the despair of his own throbbing cock. He concluded that Aaron was obviously still asleep, or he would've moved away or gotten out of bed, so he shifted forward to try and gain some distance.
"Don't get up yet." Aaron yawned and pulled Nathan back onto his hips, flooding Nathan's mind with possibilities. Aaron was so fucking hard against him, and if he wasn't mistaken, Aaron was beginning to grind on him, tentatively forcing the thick shaft of his dick to rub Nathan's crease. The heavy breathing in Nathan's ear was a clear indication that Aaron wasn't doing something absentmindedly this time.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm rubbing my dick against your ass."
"I detected that all on my own." He grasped Aaron's hand and pressed it against his own rock hard dick. "My question is why?"
"You smell really good in the morning."
"That's your why?"
"That's my why."
Nathan shivered as Aaron slipped the hand he'd laid on his cock into the front of his sweatpants and started stroking him. This was definitely an advance. He groaned in disbelief as Aaron kissed the curve of his neck and licked a long line up to his ear, taking the soft lobe into his mouth. Maybe Aaron wasn't as deep in the closet as what he'd assumed. Maybe he'd done this before.
"I've never done anything like this before," Aaron whispered quietly and kissed Nathan's neck. "I'm not sure what to do." Or maybe not.
Nathan reached back and ran his hand under the band of Aaron's sweatpants and hauled them off his hips. He needed to feel the warm flesh of Aaron's cock against his skin.
"Just listen to your body," he said, shifting as Aaron struggled to remove his sweatpants completely; the poor guy was so nervous he was quivering. "I'll guide you through the rest."
Nathan pulled his own pants down and rid his body of them, using his feet to peel them off his legs, and shove them to the bottom of the bed. Aaron's thick cock was immediately back where it belonged, rubbing ardently against his ass.
"Where do you keep your condoms?" Aaron asked. Fuck, was Aaron planning on going all the way?
Nathan hadn't expected that. He'd thought they'd just rub off against each other and leave the actual fucking for another time. Not that he was complaining. "Bedside drawer… the lube is in there as well."
The sound of the wrapper being torn, and the tantalizing snap of a condom securely in place, had Nathan's heart racing in anticipation. He tucked his knees up; curious as to whether or not Aaron would know what to do next. The gay porn Aaron had probably been watching on the internet wasn't the most reliable source for gay sex advice, but maybe Aaron had been doing some additional research as well.
Aaron's hand, slick with lube, slid down along Nathan's crease, straight through to his balls, and then backtracked. Nathan exhaled sharply as Aaron slipped a fingertip in past the outer rim of muscle and then retracted it. Aaron wasn't sure of what he was doing.
"It helps to open me up," Nathan said. "So it doesn't hurt as much when you start fucking me."
"It's going to hurt?"
"That's all part of it… the pain, pleasure boundary. As long as it doesn't hurt too much, it's the most incredible feeling to be riding someone's dick like that. There's nothing else like it."
Aaron circled the pulsating ridge of Nathan's hole with his finger. "What do I need to do?"
"Start with one finger, gentle at first, and then work up from there. You'll feel my ass loosen up and relax. That's when you'll know I'm ready for you, alright?"
Aaron kissed Nathan's shoulder as acknowledgment and dispensed more lube into his hand, warming it between his fingers before beginning. Nathan gripped the pillow as the first of Aaron's fingers pushed into him. His roommate's finger was thick and rough; and made him feel slightly self conscious.
It was one thing having a guy's dick up your ass; that felt absolutely normal in terms of his social comfort, but having a guys' finger up there felt far more personal, especially if it was a friend's. Funnily enough though, he smirked, the thought of Aaron's tongue thrusting into his ass only brought on feelings of lust.
He reached back and grasped onto Aaron's arm. The visual of Aaron's face buried deep in his crack; his hot breath tickling the hair of his balls, combined with Aaron's deep fingering was going to make him cum if he kept it up any longer. He needed him to stop.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, I just really need you to fuck me." He tucked his knees tighter to his chest. Judging by what he'd felt rubbing against his ass, Aaron was hung like a fucking horse. His preferred position to take something that size in would've been lying on his back, but Aaron probably wasn't ready to have the reality he was fucking a guy thrust in his face quite yet. "Shift down my body a bit… and take it slow. You can't just shove it in there. Use lots of lube, keep up a steady pressure, and let me draw you in, alright?"
Aaron grunted in agreement.
The high pitched shriek, followed by a low panting whine came out of nowhere. Nathan had never emitted a sound like that before in his life. The chorus of Johnny Cash's 'Ring of Fire'
immediately began playing in his head as the tender flesh of his ass seared with pain. No amount of stretching could've prepared his body for this assault on his senses. He hadn't had anything that big up his ass since the last time some guy had fisted him, and they'd worked up to it over the course of at least half an hour.
"Are you alright?" Aaron asked as he stroked gently at Nathan's thigh and kissed his arm.
"You're an awfully big boy, Aaron."
Never before had Nathan ever considered backing out of a fuck, but he was giving it serious consideration. He wanted to be able to walk around and sit down like a normal person in the coming days.
"I wanted my first time to be with you." Aaron kissed Nathan's arm again and rested his forehead against it. "I knew you'd be cool about it… and not get all impatient with me."
Nathan relaxed slightly, letting Aaron slide a bit further in.
"Your first time is important," he said. "You'll always remember it." He laughed softly. "Mine was with this geek, Tom Strachen." A heated pulse shot up Nathan's spine as Aaron closed in against him.
Aaron readjusted his position. "Tell me when you're ready."
"Just give me a second."
"So, what happened with this Tom guy?"
Nathan snorted with amusement. "It was during our middle school graduation… so, like grade nine. We ended up behind the equipment building outside the school. It was pouring rain, but we were too worked up to wait for a better venue. We came back into the auditorium completely soaked; sporting grass stains on the knees of our pants. I was grounded for a month over that one."
Aaron backed off and thrust forward gently after Nathan tapped him lightly on the hip. "I like it when you laugh." Aaron thrust again, more forcefully this time. "The sound spills out of you like it's new to you, and you're not quite sure where it came from."
"My life hasn't exactly been a picnic full of opportunities to practice my laughing skills." Nathan gripped the sheets with one hand and braced himself against the wall with the other. Aaron was rapidly increasing his pace and force, jamming him closer to the edge of the bed. "But that… is a story... for another… time."
He groaned loudly and clenched his teeth. The pain was gradually being taken over by overwhelming euphoria as the endorphins flooded his system. Then a warm rush of unbridled desire surged up from his balls, tightening his cock. Aaron had encased it with his rough calloused hand and was stroking it in unison with the increasing strength he was using to pound his ass into submission.
Nathan was barely aware of his surroundings. The sound of Aaron breathing heavily in his ear, and the warmth and power of Aaron's body against and inside his, were consuming him. And then Aaron started into a volumous stream of seductively primal noise that had Nathan releasing his own voice. He could vaguely hear people milling around in the hall outside their room, but at that very moment, he couldn't care less who heard them. In all the years he'd been fucking around, he'd never felt this swept away before.
Aaron shoved Nathan forward, bracing his own arm against the wall as the other wrapped around Nathan's chest to hold him securely against his body. Against the better judgement of his reality skewed mind, Nathan gasped out the word harder
and immediately collided with the rough surface of the painted concrete wall as Aaron readily oblidged. That was going to leave a nasty bruise.
But as long as he didn't suffer any permanent brain injury, Nathan wasn't going to complain. He liked it rough.
Regardless, a sigh of relief passed Nathan's lips as Aaron grabbed him by the waist and aggressively hauled him further down the bed, away from the wall, and plunged back into him with a decisively urgent fervour. Nathan's mind rolled as his body lit up again. Fucking hell… mild mannered Aaron was an animal in bed.
Nathan rose up onto his knees at Aaron's insistence and steadied himself against the bed, so as to not pitch forwards. He wasn't even going to have to touch himself in order to cum. Aaron's massive dick was more than capable of doing all the work.
"Try to angle down," Nathan said. "You'll be hitting my prostate heavy and I'll be able to cum without stroking off."
"You can do that?"
"Definitely." He dropped his head down, sensing the increased pressure as Aaron followed his instructions. The tension began to build rapidly after that. There was no way he was going to be able to back off on the orgasm building in order to enjoy the sensation. Aaron's cock was compelling him forwards, rubbing the exact spot needed to get him off.
Nathan erupted with a new guttural and volumous utterance as he climaxed in waves of fulfillment, showering the bedding in thick short bursts. Aaron wasn't far behind him, shuddering through a crest and collapsing on Nathan's back, pinning him to the bed.
Nathan immediately coughed and swatted at Aaron to get off. The weight of Aaron's muscular body was crushing his slightly smaller frame. He could barely breathe. But the pain of Aaron withdrawing had him thinking that next time they ought to wait until Aaron softened up a little, regardless of the possibility that he could end up unconscious from lack of oxygen.
"Sorry." Aaron sunk into the bedding and motioned for Nathan to join him. He grunted contentedly as Nathan settled into the concave of his shoulder. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you something. When did you realize you didn't like girls?"
"I think I've always known. I remember having a crush on a guy in my kindergarten class. My mom freaked out when I told her. My being gay never sat well with my parents." Say it Aaron… tell me you're gay... release yourself from all the lies you've been living.
"That must've been difficult, knowing your parents didn't approve. How did you ever get past that?"
"I stayed confident and true to myself, knowing I'd been born this way for a reason." The closet is a dark and scary place, Aaron. Take a step into the sunlight with me…admit to me that you're gay.
"Did you pick up a guy tonight?"
"No, the club was pretty dead."
Nathan brushed his hand across Aaron's chest and tucked tighter into him. Good as in… good, because I want to know where your dick was before I touched it, good… or good, because I want to start a relationship with you, good.
"I have to get going," Aaron said. "It's almost noon."
"Is it really?" Nathan pushed up so he could see his clock. "What the fuck happened to the time?"
"We slept in, that's all." Aaron leaned over the edge of the bed and lifted his pants off the floor. "I have to meet Sarah at one for lunch. We're going to check out the new exhibit at the art gallery."
Nathan fell back onto his pillow. He knew exactly where this was going. Absolutely nowhere. Aaron wasn't willing to admit he preferred dick, or maybe he considered himself to be bisexual. He'd met a few guys like that. They'd all turned out to be gay.
"You'll keep this to yourself," continued Aaron. "I wouldn't want the guys on the team to find out what we did."
"What on earth would I say to them? Hey guys, great game. By the way, did you know Aaron climbed into my bed last weekend and shoved his massive dick up my ass? And he fucking loved it, because deep down, he knows exactly who he is."
"Fuck off! I'm not gay."
"Oh, I see… so you were just trying gay on for size."
"I was curious. That's all."
"Then what was all that bullshit about wanting your first time to be with me. Having a first time
would imply that you intend on having other times."
"You must've misunderstood me."
Nathan bunched up his fists. Let the back peddling begin.
"I wanted to see what it was like," continued Aaron. "But I'm not gay. I have a girlfriend and everything."
"Funny… most straight guys I know would rather cut off their left testicle than stick their dick up another guy's ass."
"Why do you have to be such an asshole about this?"
"Because, obviously, that's all I was to you."
"You know that's not true."
Nathan exhaled heavily and rolled over to face the wall. He suddenly felt like he needed a couple more hours of sleep. "Have a good time with your girlfriend. I'll just lie here and contemplate what the fuck just happened, and why I feel like a strung out hustler on a Monday morning."
"Christ, do you have to be so fucking dramatic?"
"Yes, I do… I'm gay, remember?"
"Don't start in on that whole gay thing again." Aaron laid his hand on Nathan's shoulder. "You're one of my best friends, and we shared something together… that's it." He leaned down and kissed Nathan's cheek. "I'll see you later."
The temptation to scream once Aaron closed the door tore at the back of Nathan's throat, but he throttled his frustration and bit into his pillow instead. Wiping the memory of what he and Aaron had done together was going to require nightly visits to the club, and lots and lots of unadulterated meaningless sex.
Christmas break wasn't a time of year Nathan looked forward to. While everyone else was excitedly packing to head home for the holidays, Nathan was usually holed up in his room trying to hide from the mayhem.
Both of his parents had been killed in a car accident when he was sixteen, and he and his sister had been sent to live with their maternal grandparents out in the middle of nowhere, with next to nothing in terms of money. Flying home for Christmas wasn't even an option, so Nathan had become accustomed to spending the holidays on campus. He just wished it was warmer in their room.
Nathan pulled his comforter up around his ears. Aaron was making a lot of noise packing up his things. Apparently, staying at your girlfriend's parent's house for the entire of Christmas break required tossing around everything you owned.
"Nathan?" Aaron peered over Nathan's body to see if he was awake. "Nathan… I'm going to grab a shower."
A muffled response of, "Good for you," escaped the tightly bound roll. Nathan wrenched an arm free, blowing hair from his eyes as he rolled over to look at his clock. "It's five in the morning? Why the fuck are you showering so early?"
"I want to get in there before everyone else starts showing up." Aaron cleared his throat nervously. "And I want to make sure I get the shower furthest from the door."
"What difference does it make?" Nathan rolled back and covered his head again. "All the showers are the same."
"No… the shower furthest from the door will have my red towel draped over the curtain."
Nathan crunched up his face in confusion. What the hell was Aaron on about? He rolled back, but Aaron had already left the room. Christ… you have to be fucking kidding me? Aaron's looking to fuck me before he goes away.
He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that after the last time. In his favour, Aaron hadn't climbed into bed with him; he was offering him a choice and giving him an out if he wasn't interested. But that wasn't the point.
Nathan hauled himself out of bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants with the intention of storming into that shower and telling Aaron exactly what he thought of this stupid game he was playing. Giving in to Aaron now would set a precedent, and Nathan refused to be used as a sex toy Aaron only picked up when he was in the mood for dick. No matter how amazing the sex had been last time, he had more respect for himself than that.
The steam from the shower obscured his view as he stepped into the dressing room area of the shower cubicle. Aaron's red towel had been thrown over the curtain as promised. Nathan lifted it down and hung it on a hook. "Aaron? Please tell me it's you in there."
The curtain drew back and Aaron leaned out, covered head to toe in lathery layers of glorious suds. Nathan's dick twitched. Traitor
"Are you coming in?" In, on, under… I'll cum anywhere you want.
Nathan's fading resolve screamed 'no'
in the distance, but his body continued to undress itself; intent on getting what it wanted. What it needed.
And it needed Aaron; and only Aaron.
Nathan slid into Aaron's arms and let himself be pushed up against the wall of the shower. The hot water had managed to avoid that particular section, and the cold tile sent spikes of sensation up Nathan's spine, but the warmth of Aaron's mouth hovering above his lips drove the cold from his body and he was left waiting, wondering if Aaron was ever going to kiss him. Aaron had left a swath of open mouthed kisses along his shoulders and neck the last time they'd been together, but Aaron had never taken his mouth.
The sharp taste of peppermint slipped through the soft curve of Nathan's lips and entangled itself with his tongue, prodding and exploring anxiously. He latched onto its source, feeling the hum of Aaron's arousal from the back of his throat straight down to his knees. He clung to his roommate for support.
Without warning the support slipped away, and Nathan found himself looking down at the top of Aaron's head. He touched it lightly, prompting Aaron to look up.
"Christ… you have a beautiful cock." Aaron dropped his eyes again and used a rough hand to pull Nathan's foreskin tight to his body, fully exposing the plum coloured head.
Aaron's tongue flicked out tentatively, tasting the slick pre-cum that had gathered there. He moaned softly as he licked his lips.
Nathan rocked his head back against the wall as Aaron used his thumb to caress the fluid combined with a string of spit right back to the thick ridge. He groaned in anticipation of the moment he'd been fantasizing about, when Aaron would wrap those gorgeous lips around his dick and take him all the way in.
Aaron sucked the head into his mouth, ran his tongue over it and then began pulling smoothly on it, flicking the slit with his tongue on the upstroke while his hand jacked on Nathan's shaft.
The urge to thrust up into Aaron's mouth, seeking the ultimate depth and fulfillment had Nathan biting his lip as he fought to resist the urge. The 'Gay Sex 101'
lesson he'd imparted last time was a one off. He was comfortable being a bottom, and knew better than to top from the bottom. He'd learned that lesson the hard way with one of his previous relationships; nothing says 'behave and know your place'
like a trip to the emergency room. It would be up to Aaron to set the pace and let Nathan know what he wanted him to do.
Aaron's hands brushed smoothly up Nathan's body, followed closely by his tongue and his lips.
Groaning with exhilaration, Nathan let himself be turned to face the wall. Aaron pressed him there, trapping him, and ran his thick muscular thumb down along Nathan's crease and into his ass. Nathan angled back, lifting his hips, wanting the full length of the soapy digit pressing into the soft flesh beyond his rim.
A hushed fuck yeah
escaped Nathan's lips as Aaron squatted back down, using both thumbs to stretch him open. The addition of Aaron's tongue licking and thrusting into his ass had Nathan gripping onto the walls of the shower in astonishment. Where had all this passion of Aaron's come from?
Yesterday, they'd been sitting on the sofa playing 'Call of Duty' on the Xbox, without any indication that Aaron was the least bit interested.
"Fuck." Aaron stood, grinding his dick against Nathan's ass. "I had no idea you would taste so good."
"They don't call me 'sweet cheeks'
Aaron dropped his mouth from Nathan's neck. "Seriously?"
"I'm joking… god, you're easy." He pressed back into Aaron's body, revelling in the rock hard response. "Fuck me."
"Hold on… I've got condoms in my shaving bag."
Nathan leaned his head against the shower wall and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth. Thank god the shower seemed to have an unlimited source of hot water or he might've frozen to death by the time Aaron got organized.
The thick head of Aaron's cock stroking the crease of his ass caught Nathan off guard, and he braced himself, remembering to breath. This was going to hurt like a bugger.
As the bulky ridge of Aaron's dick passed the constricting ring of muscle, Nathan's mind reeled with restrained panic. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to this ass searing pain, but he was willing to try, if Aaron was open to taking their relationship further.
"You feel so fucking good," Aaron whispered in Nathan's ear.
Nathan stuttered to respond, but Aaron's powerful hips were jamming him forwards, scrambling his brain, and lifting him skyward; rubbing him hard against the shower enclosure.
In a moment of clarity, Nathan dropped a hand and grasped his dick, not to encourage it, but to protect it from the rough edges on the tile. He capped his thumb over the tip, rotating it over the slit.
Aaron stopped what he was doing. "If I turn you to face me, can you support yourself?" Nathan nodded his head silently. He could and would do anything if it meant he could continue riding Aaron's dick. Once he'd moved past the initial burn this time, warm tendrils of pure ecstasy had spread up from his ass to every extremity of his body, and he felt certain he could live in that place forever.
Nathan wrapped his arms around Aaron's neck, and his legs around Aaron's waist, and sunk back onto his waiting hips. There was nothing as glorious as the feeling he got when he turned himself over so completely. With his feet off the ground and his hands unable to do anything but hang on, he was at Aaron's mercy.
The sound of guys arriving in the washroom to shower had Nathan smirking and taking Aaron's mouth to keep them both quiet. He snorted loudly, rolling his head back in amusement, when the word 'faggot
' was bandied about, in jest, in the change room. "They have no idea what they're missing out on."
Aaron grunted in apparent agreement, shoved Nathan against the wall and took his mouth again to keep him from speaking further, rocking Nathan heavier and more aggressively than he had before; building to his cresting point.
He groaned out a 'fuck'
, echoing deep into Nathan's throat as he came and shuddered through, pulsing and heaving. He set Nathan back on his feet and dropped to his knees, taking Nathan's throbbing dick back into his mouth.
Nathan had to clamp his hands over his mouth and clench his teeth to remain relatively silent. Aaron's tongue was sweeping the most incredible circles at Nathan's tip each time he sucked his shaft all the way up from the root, and then Aaron would drop back down, forcing the head right to the back of his throat.
"I'm going to cum." Nathan tapped Aaron's shoulder, thinking he was going to pull away, but Aaron kept up the steady rhythm, clutching at Nathan's thighs and moaning in exhilaration as the first warm strands of passion hit the roof of his mouth.
Aaron pulled softly, milking every last drop while watching the shifting patterns of Nathan's eyes. He licked his lips and stood to take Nathan's mouth. It felt warm and familiar, and the need was still heavy there; as if they could start all over again.
"Fuck, what am I going to do with you, Nathan?"
"I can think of a few things." Nathan brushed a hand across Aaron's chest and hauled his hips closer to meet his own. "But not here. After we get cleaned up, I'll sneak out first and go warm up the sheets. We can continue this back in our room. "
Nathan took the soap Aaron handed to him and ran over the important bits. He could have another shower later when he wasn't so distracted.
"Sarah's dad is picking me up at ten," Aaron continued.
The soap hit the floor of the shower. "Are you sure that's where you want to be over winter break?" Nathan bent over to retrieve the unruly cleaning agent, and brushed his ass across Aaron's thighs a few times as he fumbled with it. It was awfully slippery.
"Her family is expecting me."
"Tell them something came up." Aaron's dick pulsed and hardened as Nathan stood up and began stroking it. "And it was really, really hard to handle… and needed hours, upon hours of extra attention."
"I can't let Sarah down like that."
Nathan dropped his hand. "Suit yourself." This was obviously a pointless exercise, which was extremely frustrating, because he really liked Aaron. As it was, they already spent most of their free time together, and Nathan could definitely see things working out between them; for a while anyways.
"It's not that I don't want to stay here with you… I just can't."
"The word can't
, would imply someone is stopping you other than yourself. Is that the case?"
"No, no one is stopping me… I have obligations." He sighed heavily. "To Sarah… to my family… and to myself."
"I have obligations too, Aaron, except mine include treating my loved ones with a little respect."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I would never lie to the people I love about something as important as who makes me happy."
"You're on about this whole gay thing again, aren't you?" Aaron grunted noisily and slammed his hand into the metal door leading to the change room. "I'm not gay, so drop it."
Nathan's gut balled up and he crossed his arms, trying to contain himself, but-- no-- not going to happen.
"So, you're just going to keep lying to yourself," Nathan began. "Be a happy little breeder with his lovely wife and one-point-five children, is that it?" He shoved Aaron's chest angrily. "Well, on behalf of Sarah and all the other women out there. Fuck you!"
"Cut it out! What is wrong with you?"
"You know what you are? You're a fucking coward and a pathetic excuse for a man, that's what you are!"
"Keep your voice down!"
Nathan dropped his voice. "Let me tell you how this particular fairy tale of yours ends… because I've seen it… I've slept with it." He pressed closer to Aaron for emphasis. "Soon after the honeymoon, the delusional husband starts to have urges, and he finds himself cruising gay bars and picking up tweaked out twinks off the street corner, bringing back all sorts of nasty stuff to the marital bed. Is that what you want for Sarah?"
"Fuck off! You don't know what you're talking about."
"Tell me what I'm missing."
Aaron grasped Nathan by the shoulders and stared intently at him. "Nathan… you are the only
guy I have ever been attracted to. I thought maybe I'd turned gay for a while… after you first arrived, so I spent some time looking at other guys around campus, to see if I felt anything. But nothing."
"Not even a tingle?"
"No, I can honestly say I don't find guys the least bit attractive."
"What about after we fucked?"
"Yeah, okay, that messed with my head a little, but only because some guy's ass would remind me of yours… or the angle of a guy's jaw would catch my eye… and I'd imagine myself running my mouth along it, tasting your skin, not his." He dropped his gaze. "God, Nathan, what have you done to me?"
"Aaron… sometimes even straight guys, like you, develop man crushes. You just happened to take yours a little further than most."
Aaron's gaze lifted. "You think that's all this is… between us?"
"It's a strong possibility."
"So, what do we do?"
"We stop fucking each other, first off."
"I was afraid you were going to say that."
"It's not fair to Sarah, if you plan on staying with her, to have a gay fuck buddy on the side, and you know it."
Aaron scrubbed at his face. "I know." He studied Nathan's face and lifted his hand, letting his fingers brush along Nathan's cheek. "You're just so fucking beautiful."
Nathan removed Aaron's hand from his face and intertwined his fingers with Aaron's and held them to his lips. "And so is Sarah, except she can give you the life you want… I can't."
Aaron blew a heavy sigh through his nose and nodded his head, and let Nathan's hand drop from his. "I guess I won't see you again until after winter break then, hey?"
"Yeah… I'll be here when you get back."
"Are you going to be alright on your own?"
Nathan pulled his iPhone from the pocket of his sweats and waved it in Aaron's face while wearing his most convincing smile. "Rumour has it, that this guy, Jonathan, who's been cruising me, is staying on campus over Christmas as well." He patted Aaron on the back and sent him out into the main changeroom. "I'll be just fine."
Nathan hated the student union pub. The décor was a vomitous blend of 'Mystery Machine' colours and 'Wild West' furnishings with a bit of frat house odour thrown in for good measure. And the beer was usually stale. He wouldn't be here at all if he wasn't waiting for Jonathan to finish his shift behind the bar. He couldn't understand why a guy with an ass like that, and abs and pecs to match, wasn't working in a more suitable
He'd contacted Jonathan as soon as he'd returned to his dorm room and verified that Aaron hadn't changed his mind, and decided to stay. That would've been his preference, to spend winter break with Aaron; to have Aaron hold him while he slept; and wake up to Aaron's big goofy grin every morning. But it wasn't to be, and Jonathan made a damn fine substitute.
Jonathan and he had been practically inseparable all winter break, hanging out together at every opportunity. And with only three days left until the rest of the students returned, they'd been discussing how they were going to continue the practicalities of their relationship. Nathan's bed had become command central for all extra curricular activities, because Jonathan's roommate had stayed on campus as well, and he wasn't exactly same sex friendly. Truth be told; he would've beat the crap out of both of them if he'd found them fucking around in Jonathan's room.
Nathan swilled the last of the beer around in his glass and threw it back. A large hand shoved him in the shoulder, almost knocking him off his seat. "Watch yourself, you ignorant fucker!"
Aaron snorted with amusement as he helped settle Nathan back in his seat. "Sorry for sneaking up on you. Can I buy you another?"
"Christ, Aaron… ease up on the protein powder, would you? You're going to kill someone if you get any bigger." He grabbed Aaron's outstretched hand and pounded him affectionately on the back. "It's good to see you, and yes, you can buy me another."
"Can I talk to you first?"
"Sure… I wasn't expecting to see you so soon." Nathan touched Aaron's arm, enjoying its warmth. "Is everything alright?"
"I broke things off with Sarah." He paused to study the response on Nathan's face. "That's why I'm back early." What the fuck happened?
Easy now. "What happened?"
"I found out she cheated on me."
Nathan's eyebrows creased and rose. "Seriously? You're going to break up with your girlfriend of… what, five years, over something you're guilty of doing yourself?" He crossed his arms. Double standards infuriated him. "That doesn't seem fair to me at all."
"It was with one of the guys from the team--"
Nathan shrugged his shoulders and pointed at himself. "So was yours… so what?" He dropped his hands down onto the table and began fiddling with one of the coasters, rolling and knocking it anxiously. He couldn't believe he was saying this. "You need to go back to her and patch things up." It hurt to push Aaron towards Sarah, but he wanted him to be happy.
"Nathan…" Aaron reached forward and tapped nervously on Nathan's hand, and then brushed his fingers across it. "I've been doing a lot of thinking over winter break." An anxious sigh left Aaron's chest as he let his hand settle on top of Nathan's and curl the comforting warmth into his fingers, so he could cling to him.
Nathan's voice was barely a whisper. He was having trouble breathing. "Aaron, what are you doing?" The pub wasn't full, but it wasn't empty either. There were at least a dozen people, including two guys from their lacrosse team, milling around. But here was Aaron, holding his hand in the middle of it all, not caring who saw him doing it. And plenty of people were noticing.
"In the shower, you said, Sarah could give me the life I want."
"Yeah… wife, kids--"
"But what if that isn't the life I want. What if I met someone that completely changed things for me?" Aaron leaned in closer. "What if that someone was you?"
Nathan steadied his breathing and looked towards the bar. Jonathan was drying the inside of a beer mug with a ferocity that told Nathan he'd seen Aaron holding his hand.
"Aaron… I'm seeing someone."
"Jonathan. Remember… the guy I told you about?"
"Is it serious?"
Nathan looked over towards the bar. Jonathan was glaring at him. He turned back to Aaron. Damn those eyes of his
"Would you be interested in starting something with me?"
"What kind of thing?" If Aaron was looking to set up an exclusive fuck buddy arrangement, he might have to punch him out.
"I don't know," Aaron looked around nervously. "Like boyfriends or something… that kind of thing." He gripped Nathan's hand tighter and brushed his thumb over the knuckles. "I really like you… and not just for the sex. We get on well together."
Nathan could easily see himself with Aaron, and he'd considered the possibility many times before now. Then why was he hesitating?
Maybe because, deep down, he knew if he agreed, this wasn't going to be a short term affair. And that frightened him. A lot.
"If we do this thing, I don't want to hide, Aaron. I'm sick of sneaking around and being all hush, hush about my relationships." There. If Aaron wasn't up for that, it was an easy out.
"Nathan, I'm sitting in the middle of the pub holding your hand. What makes you think I'm planning on hiding?"
"You do realize people are going to think you're gay. You'll become the butt of jokes, excuse the pun, and you'll be subjected to the same bullshit I have to put up with. And even when… if we break up you'll be forever labelled as gay."
"I realize that." Aaron dropped his eyes. "But I'm willing to go through that for you." He looked up again and lifted a hand to cup Nathan's face. "You're important to me… you have no idea how much. Please, just give me a chance to prove it."
Nathan felt certain the entire room could hear the thrumming beat of his heart. It was absolutely deafening. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. "Kiss me."
Nathan raised his eyebrows, but didn't have to wait long for Aaron to push towards him and take his mouth. And it wasn't just a quick kiss. It was a let's get the fuck out of here
kind of kiss. And that's exactly what they did after Aaron released him.
The race back to their dorm room took much longer than either one of them would've liked. But once they'd burst in through the door, it was only a matter of seconds before their clothes were off and they were falling onto Aaron's bed.
Nathan pushed Aaron down and climbed on; straddling his hips, and attacked Aaron's mouth as if his life depended on it.
He fell headlong into it as the caressing warmth of Aaron's tongue turned his muscles to liquid honey. Nathan groaned and pulled away, wanting to set up a game plan.
"Do you mind if I take the lead?" he asked Aaron.
"What do you mean?" Aaron struggled under Nathan's weight. "You're not planning on fucking me, are you?"
"Let's not get that far ahead." Nathan leaned in, and kissed and pulled at Aaron's lips. "I just want free reign to explore."
"You don't need my permission to--" Aaron gasped sharply as Nathan's tongue and lips swept down his chest and pulled a full thick nipple into his mouth. Sucking and flicking, making Aaron groan in desperation. "Fuck, Nathan--"
Aaron grasped at the bedding as a form of self restraint; he wanted to give Nathan complete control.
Nathan stroked his cheek across the hard nub. It had responded immediately to his advances, swelling and puckering until it was taut and pale. And the sweet sounds of desire its stimulation had elicited had sent warm surges of need straight through to his dick.
He allowed his mouth a final sweep across Aaron's chest before heading towards infinitely more interesting territory. A thick line was drawn with his tongue straight down the centre of Aaron's trembling body.
Taking his time was going to be difficult, but Nathan felt like he'd missed out, somewhat, with their two previous encounters. He liked when guys took control and sucked and fucked him, but with Aaron it was different. He wanted to know every detail of Aaron's body as intimately as his own; and so much more. He needed to possess him entirely.
Nathan brushed his thumb along Aaron's thick black 'treasure trail', sending the hairs askew, and then licked them flat again with his tongue. Aaron groaned, thrusting upwards, as Nathan's cheek rubbed against his thick tight cock, but Nathan had other places he wanted to visit first.
With a bit of encouragement, Aaron pulled his knees up and Nathan dove into the warm creases, lapping at the firm sacs. He gently pulled one into his mouth, savouring the perfect combination of taste and scent.
His heart shuddered. He couldn't imagine a more perfect place to be, than here, giving pleasure to Aaron.
As if he'd heard Nathan's thoughts, Aaron gasped and stroked a heavy hand through Nathan's hair. "That feels amazing." He shifted. "Do the other one."
Nathan dropped Aaron's ball from his mouth and spanked him hard on the ass.
"Ow… what the fuck was that for?"
"Interference." Nathan kissed the reddening area. "This is my exploration, so kindly keep your agenda to yourself." He brushed his hand across Aaron's ass, tempted to strike him again. "But just for future reference. Did you like that?"
"What… when you smacked me?" Aaron lifted his head to look at Nathan. "Yeah, it was pretty hot, actually."
"Oh, you are just priceless." He tapped Aaron lightly. "Roll over. I want to get at your ass." As Aaron rolled onto his stomach, Nathan leapt up and yanked his bedside drawer open. He grabbed his favourite lube and a chain of beginner's beads.
Ever since Aaron had made that crack about finding anal beads on his side of the room, Nathan had been dreaming of using them on him. He hid them behind his back as he approached Aaron's bed.
"I need you up on your knees, with your head down." Nathan strolled towards the end of the bed as Aaron complied. God, Aaron was so fucking obedient. So hot.
Nathan steadied his pulse. The view from where he was standing was literally breathtaking.
He stepped closer. Aaron's ass and his thick powerful thighs were covered with a heavenly layer of fine dark hair. He needed to touch it. Run his lips and tongue over it. Dive into it.
"Push your dick down so I can see it between your legs."
Aaron grunted in confusion, but did what he was told. Nathan held his breath as his gut tightened. Jesus Christ, that was a beautiful sight.
He licked his lips.
Nathan's hands coasted up the back of Aaron's thighs, right up onto the mounds of his taut muscular ass. Aaron quivered nervously at Nathan's touch, inhaling sharply, but remained as he was.
The soft hairs tickled Nathan's lips as he brushed his mouth across them. His need had never felt so intense before. Nathan's mind blurred. He wanted to fuck Aaron so bad. Plunging his dick into that virgin ass of his would be pure ecstasy.
Nathan's tongue surged forward, seeking the target, finding it, and pursuing the reward of Aaron writhing with desire and need. When a sufficient level of distraction was achieved, Nathan sunk back and rubbed Aaron's hole gently with his thumb.
"Fuck, Nathan… don't stop."
"I have something different in mind." Nathan retrieved the beads he'd dropped at the end of bed and coated them in lube, using the excess to grease up Aaron's pulsating ring.
A sharp exhalation of air from Aaron followed the insertion of the first bead. "What the fuck was that?"
Nathan kissed the skin above Aaron's asshole and drew his tongue down to the beads' connecting string and then popped the next bead in, followed by the tip of his tongue.
Aaron groaned deeply and Nathan grinned. He had no intention of telling Aaron what he was up too.
The rest of the beads went in smoothly and Nathan lay down to reposition himself, sliding his head under Aaron's body and drawing Aaron's slick, drooling cock into his mouth.
As he began to pull, Nathan reached through Aaron's legs, grasping the ring at the end of the beads' chain. He didn't want them getting away on him. A trip to the hospital to get the beads removed from Aaron's ass wasn't a good way to start this new relationship of theirs. And Nathan needed to be ready to withdraw them.
Judging by the heaving chest above him, the sounds Aaron was making, and the hardening, pulsing ridge riding Nathan's tongue, this wasn't going to take long.
Aaron's dick lifted in Nathan's throat, hot and hard, poised to spill the first thick ropes across his tongue. Nathan slowly withdrew the beads and Aaron flew forwards, cumming fiercely, swearing and shuddering, prompting Nathan to place a hand on Aaron's stomach, to remind Aaron he was still under him as he fought to swallow the copious amount of Aaron's seed.
The beads hit the floor as Aaron flipped onto his back, taking Nathan with him. "Don't swallow it all yet--" Aaron grabbed Nathan's face and attacked his mouth, consuming him, and drinking in the warm salty fluid as their tongues grappled for control of it.
Sated, Aaron took a final taste of Nathan's mouth and released him, settling into the bedding. He turned his head to see Nathan watching him intently. "What?"
"Nothing," Nathan replied. "That was just a little unexpected, that's all." He crawled closer and laid a kiss on Aaron's chest. "Unexpected, but incredibly hot."
Aaron's body responded immediately as Nathan pushed up and straddled Aaron's thighs, encasing both their dicks in his hand.
Nathan dropped his head back, basking in the oneness.
A heavy exhalation escaped his lips and his eyes flew open as Aaron's thick fingers grasped and twisted his tight sensitive nipples. Nathan's dick swelled urgently in response, and he released Aaron's throbbing cock to concentrate on his own.
"Christ, Aaron… harder," Nathan panted quietly, stroking himself heavier now. "Pinch them harder--" Fucking hell. He was so close.
Nathan frantically scanned the bed. Where the fuck was the lube?
Spotting it, Nathan dispensed some into his hands. One went back on his cock, the other, thrust desperately into his ass.
Nathan's body bucked as the combined sensations rocketed through his existence, pitching his spine into an ecstasy induced arch as he built to his cresting point. Fuck!
The pain from his nipples was waning. "Hit me."
Aaron's breathing stammered. "What?"
"Smack my ass… hard."
"Goddamn it, Nathan… so fucking hot." Sparks flew behind Nathan's eyes as Aaron's hand made contact. That was all he'd needed to cross the threshold.
Nathan exploded, sending pulsing streams onto Aaron's rapidly clenching abs. He heaved forward, breathing hard and fast; his heart pounding out each thick burst. Aaron's balls lifted, brushing Nathan's thighs. Fuck, Aaron was going to go off again.
He sat back and washed his hand through the slick fluid on Aaron's stomach and took over for him, dragging Aaron to the very edge and back until their combined juices flowed, pooling seductively in the soft hollow between Aaron's hips.
Nathan dropped down onto the bed beside Aaron, laughing with exhilaration. If this was any indication as to the type of experiences he'd be having with Aaron, they were going to get along just fine.
Nathan stared up at the ceiling above his bed and listened to the soft sound of Aaron breathing beside him. It was a sound that both comforted and terrified him. They'd only been 'official'
for a week, but being with Aaron like this, spending every spare moment in his arms, felt as natural as if Aaron had always been at his side.
Of course, the guys on their lacrosse team had teased them relentlessly for the first couple of days, but, with the exception of one homophobic twit, they'd readily accepted their relationship and moved on with the business of preparing for season opening. It hadn't fazed them at all; the fact that two of their team mates were sleeping together. The thrill of telling the sports world to go fuck itself had been greatly diminished by their acceptance.
Nathan grunted softly and crossed his arms, which must've woken Aaron up, because he rolled over to face him, nuzzling his face into Nathan's shoulder.
"You look so serious. What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about the conversation we had with your parents this morning," Nathan lied. "You're lucky they're cool with us being together. My parents would've disowned me."
"You don't know that for sure."
The shift and roll of the bed meant nap time was over. Aaron's body had an automatic awake switch when it came to dinner time.
Nathan turned into the pillow where Aaron had been lying and inhaled the lingering scent of him. His gut twisted and his dick twitched, remembering what they'd done together the night before, and how incredibly erotic and intense, and honest it had felt. And how he'd wished it would go on forever; that Aaron would go on holding and kissing, and fucking him forever.
Nathan fell back and returned to staring at the ceiling. This is insane. I don't do this… whatever it is.
"Nathan?" Aaron was standing over the bed. He folded his arms protectively across his chest. "Is everything alright?"
"Hm… yeah, everything's fine." Nathan closed his eyes. "I just think maybe we're spending too much time together, that's all."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"We're together all the time. Neither one of us has gone out with our own friends all week. And that's not a good thing. I think it's important that we have our own lives."
"But I thought we were a couple?" Aaron dropped down on the edge of the bed. "I thought this was our
"Well, you thought wrong. It makes me uncomfortable. I don't like it." Nathan frantically pushed the comforter away to free himself, and climbed past Aaron. He circled the room, looking for an evasive piece of clothing that truthfully didn't exist.
"But last night… surely you felt it."
"I didn't feel anything, and I don't appreciate the way you're trying to tie me down."
"I wasn't trying to tie you down, Nathan." Aaron stood and approached Nathan's side. "I think we're amazing together, but I can back off and give you some space, if that's what you need me to do." He reached for Nathan's shoulder, but Nathan hauled it away.
On the backlash, Nathan shoved Aaron aside and stormed towards the door, wrenching it open. "What I need you to do… is leave me the fuck alone! I don't want to do this anymore."
"Where the fuck is this coming from?" Aaron grabbed Nathan's arm to keep him from leaving, and threw the door closed. "Last I checked, things were good between us… hell, things were great!"
"Let me go!" Nathan yanked his arm free of Aaron's grasp and adjusted his sweatshirt. "This was a huge mistake. We never should've messed up our friendship like this."
"We haven't messed anything up. We're closer than we've ever been." Aaron paused. "I've never felt closer to anyone in my life."
Nathan scrubbed his hand across his face, attempting to control his temper. "Stop… just fucking stop!"
"Stop what? Stop loving you. That's not going to happen."
The force of Nathan's fist as it connected, knocked Aaron completely off his feet; he hadn't been expecting it.
Nathan knew he shouldn't have done it. As soon as Aaron hit the floor, Nathan immediately regretted it. He'd let himself fall into a familiar pattern, without even thinking it through. Deep down he knew ending things and walking away wasn't what he wanted.
Not this time. Not with Aaron.
He dropped down on one knee and laid a hand on Aaron's shoulder. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have hit you."
Aaron shrugged away. "Fuck off! What is wrong with you? I tell you I love you, and you hit me?" He rolled onto his back, supported by his elbows. "If that's the way you're going to be… I take it back."
Exhaling softly, Nathan looked away. "No, don't do that."
"Then tell me what you want from me." Aaron struggled to his feet. "I love you and I want to be with you… is that such a terrible thing?" He clutched his stomach as a thought occurred to him. "Is there someone else? Are you still seeing Jonathan?"
"No!" God no… fuck no.
"There's no one else… only you." There will only ever be you.
Aaron took a deep breath, relaxing slightly. "Then what is your problem? I know you feel something for me."
Nathan spun away from Aaron and began pacing the room. What the fuck was he so afraid of? He was always telling himself he wanted a committed relationship, but as soon as it looked like that might be a possibility… boom! Blow up time.
He turned back to face Aaron. "The truth is I'm afraid of losing you. If I fell in love with you… and something happened to you, or you decided to leave me… where would I be?"
"Exactly where you're running to right now… alone. Except you'd have missed out on the good times we could have together."
Nathan grunted and exhaled sharply through his nose, remembering the agony he'd gone through when he'd received the news that his parents had been killed. He couldn't imagine a worse feeling than the torment a person went through when they lost someone they loved.
He studied Aaron's eyes. And he did love him.
"I'm not going anywhere," Aaron said as he stepped closer to Nathan, his eyes pleading with him. "I left Sarah… for you. I left my entire life as I knew it behind… for you."
Nathan visibly cringed and turned away, dragging his hands through his hair. "Why the fuck did you do that?"
"Christ, Nathan… seriously!" Aaron dropped onto the sofa and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, attempting to relieve the stress building there. "We spend every fucking day together." He looked around, arms outstretched in exasperation. "We share this cramped fucking space, you and I… we play lacrosse together, we eat, sleep, shower, study and even shit together… and I am not the least bit sick of you. My feelings for you have done nothing but grow… and maybe I'm a complete fucking idiot, but I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else."
Nathan laughed sharply. "You got the 'fucking idiot' part right."
"Fuck you!" Aaron pulled himself off the sofa and grabbed a sweater from his bed. "Push all you like… I'm not going anywhere, except down to the cafeteria to get something to eat." He pulled the door open and stood back. "Are you coming?"
"Nah, I'll grab something when I'm out. I'm going to head to the club early… I haven't been there all week."
Aaron crossed his arms, trying not to look hurt. "So, that's it? One week of fucking around with me and you're out cruising for tricks already?"
"Life sucks, hey?"
"You fucking bastard," Aaron whispered, and then clamped his teeth tight, fighting the anger. There was no way in hell he was going to give that smug, messed up bitch the satisfaction. "I'll be right here waiting for you when you come home."
Nathan dropped his head and started texting. "Don't wait up."
Miserable was not a strong enough word to describe how Nathan was feeling. The strobe lights, spinning across the dance floor, were offering seductive glances at the half naked men thrusting and grinding to the thrumming music, but Nathan had never felt so empty and alone in his life.
"Hey," a sultry male voice said over Nathan's right shoulder. "I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight."
Nathan leaned into the bar and looked out towards the dance floor. "It's Saturday night, Jonathan. Where else would you expect to see me? The fucking petting zoo?"
"I don't know… at home with your boyfriend, perhaps."
"Boyfriends are overrated." Nathan tipped his head and winked at Jonathan as their respective high ball glasses clinked.
"Well then," Jonathan dug around in his pocket and removed a small dispenser. "Welcome home, sweetheart." He inhaled heavily and then passed it to Nathan. "Here's to fucking our brains out."
Nathan smirked as he took the dispenser. Sex with Jonathan was definitely an adventure, greatly amplified by the endless supply of drugs at his disposal. Nathan's head swam momentarily after inhaling the noxious substance and then the euphoria slowly crept in, colouring the grey depressing reality of his argument with Aaron in glorious shifting rainbows.
"I think getting that gorgeous cock of yours in my mouth is the first order of business," Jonathan said as he pulled Nathan towards the dark hallway that ran the length of the club. "You can fuck me when we get back to your room."
"Yeah, sure… I mean… no... Aaron--" Nathan stumbled and plastered his body against the wall Jonathan pushed him onto. What the fuck did Jonathan give me?
He repositioned his back on the wall to keep from slipping down, but the heat was unbearable. Maybe I have a fever?
Nathan lifted his hand to feel his forehead, but was distracted by the sight of Jonathan bobbing up and down on his dick. He couldn't even remember undoing his pants. Maybe he hadn't. Maybe this was a dream. Fuck, who keeps yelling for jaegers and herons? Fucking freaks!
Nathan rolled his head back and stared at the ceiling, but the sound of the paint was hurting his eyes, so he dropped his head back.
"Nathan?" Where the fuck did that come from?
Nathan scrubbed the saliva from his lips, searching the darkness for the familiar voice, but all he could make out were glimpses of the sights, sounds and smells that comprised the back hallway.
Nathan clutched at his chest, in surprise, as the voice appeared directly in his ear. Give me a fucking heart attack, or what?
"Nathan?" Aaron brushed his hand across the top of Nathan's head, stroking his hair. "Let's get you out of here."
"But I thought I was--" Nathan glanced around. The drugs were rapidly wearing off. "Where the fuck is Jonathan?"
"Jonathan was here with you?" Aaron straddled Nathan's hips, so he could lift and straighten out Nathan's jeans, and then buttoned them up for him. "I didn't see him back here." He leaned against Nathan's chest and descended on his mouth, removing any trace that Jonathan may have left behind, but the taste was pure Nathan.
Nathan wrapped his arm around Aaron's shoulder for support as they walked towards the door of the club. "How did you find me?"
"You told me you were coming here tonight."
"No--" Nathan waved his arm over his head. "Back there… how did you find me back there?"
Aaron stopped and grinned. "You don't remember yelling my name? Over and over and over--" He snorted loudly with amusement. "You were seriously pissing people off."
"That was me… fuck--" Nathan tucked himself in closer under Aaron's arm and inhaled the comforting scent as Aaron pulled him in for a hug and kissed his head.
"Let's go home."
Aaron looked up from his book as Nathan wandered back into their room wearing just a towel. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yeah, the shower was a good idea." Nathan sat down on the edge of the bed and studied Aaron's face. There was a pretty hefty bruise colouring his left cheek. "I'm sorry for hitting you. And I'm sorry for all the things I said… except the part about losing you."
"Yeah… but--" He dropped his eyes. "I'm just not ready for this."
Aaron nodded his head, letting the tears collect along the rim. He sniffed and wiped a hand across his face. "I know. I'm not going to push you." He laughed softly. "We had fun though, didn't we?"
Nathan tried to smile back, but his lips just quivered. He'd never loved anyone as much as he loved Aaron, and to see him staring up expectantly at him like that was almost too much. He wanted to scoop him up, make love to him, and ask him to become his husband. But he wasn't going to let that happen. He loved Aaron too much to subject him to the pain he'd end up causing him.
"Yeah, we did," Nathan said finally. "Oh, this came for you yesterday." He leaned over and grabbed his backpack, and removed a small envelope. "It's from Sarah… she slipped it under the door."
Aaron crunched up his face and tore the envelope open. His eyes quickly scanned the note and then he stuffed it under his pillow.
"What did she say?" Nathan asked.
"She wants to get back together."
Nathan inhaled shakily and had to turn away from Aaron. He rose and went to look out the window. "That's good, right?"
"I guess--" Aaron sighed as his body shuddered. "Nathan, are you sure? Because if Sarah and I get back together, we'll probably end up getting married… and then you and I… can never be."
Tucking his face into his hands to contain the anguish, Nathan replied quietly. "It wasn't going to happen anyways, Aaron." He took a deep breath. "I don't love you."
Nathan slid, collapsing to his knees when he heard the door close behind Aaron after stating he was going to be moving in with Sarah, and he'd be back later to pick up the rest of his things.
Nathan rushed across the busy street in a futile attempt to get in through the doors of his neighbourhood pub without getting completely soaked. He'd moved to Vancouver almost ten years ago, and he still couldn't get used to the rain. In its favour, the city was extremely clean, greenery intense and breathtakingly surrounded by miles of beaches and snow capped mountains, offering some of the best sunbathing and skiing in the world.
But not in April. This was rainy season and the trip across the street, from his small apartment, would've been navigated more successfully with an umbrella, but one didn't want to look like a tourist, or so he'd been told, and be caught shying away from the joys of living in a temperate rain forest.
Nathan shook out his coat and hung it on a hook near the bar and took a seat. He motioned for the bartender.
"What can I get for you tonight, Nathan?"
"Hey, Phil… just pull me my usual." Nathan crossed his arms as he looked around. "It's busier than usual in here tonight."
"Yeah, engagement party… poor sucker. The girl is pretty cute though." Phil clapped his hands together. "I'll grab your beer."
Nathan tucked in and dipped his eyes as people pushed past him. Ten years in the city, and he could count the number of friends he had on one hand; and that included Phil, the bartender.
After Aaron had packed up and moved out, Nathan had quit the lacrosse team and focused on his studies. Occasionally, he would catch a glimpse of Aaron across the common, but they'd never spoken again. The pain and emptiness had followed him, even after he'd finished university. People had tried to become a part of his life, but he'd routinely pushed them away before they'd even made the first step. Without Aaron, he preferred being alone.
Nathan drained the glass and set it, along with some money, on the bar. "Thanks, Phil… I'll see you tomorrow." He was about to turn and leave when a heavy hand landed on his arm.
"Nathan?" Fucking hell.
Nathan spun around and pulled Aaron into a friendly embrace, pounding his back. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I was just thinking about you… always you, only you.
"Jesus Christ… I thought it was you." Aaron slammed his hand into Nathan's shoulder and embraced him again. "I can't believe it. What are you doing in Vancouver ? Do you live here now?"
"Yeah, I'm working with an environmental group here… you?"
"No, I'm still living back east. I flew in for a buddy of mine. He's getting married this summer, and he was looking for a bit of moral support during this engagement party thing of his."
"So, are you practicing law out there?" Nathan leaned against the bar to support himself. Aaron's eyes were doing strange, but familiar things to his legs. He was still so fucking beautiful.
"Yeah, I've been running my own small firm for a few years now. We deal mostly in discrimination cases."
Nathan smirked. "Do you get many 'straight guys can't dance based on stereotyping' cases, councillor?"
Aaron drummed the bar in amusement. "No, I haven't seen any of those cross my desk yet."
"Time will tell." Nathan motioned for Phil to get him another beer. "Can I get you something?"
"No, I should really head back over there." Aaron held out his hand and pulled Nathan into another embrace. "It was really great seeing you again. It's been a long time."
Nathan tucked his head into Aaron's shoulder and inhaled deeply as Aaron's arms surrounded him. Christ… no, please don't let go.
He stumbled, shivering against the bar as Aaron released him.
"Fuck, Nathan…" Aaron dipped down, so he'd be able to look up into Nathan's face. "Are you alright?"
Nathan shook his head silently, as his heart hammered out of control. He'd made a serious underestimation about the endurance of his love for Aaron. Wiping a stream of tears from his face, he raised his head and met Aaron's gaze. "I lied to you… that day. That day you moved out."
"What?" Aaron supported Nathan and steered him towards an empty booth, and slid in beside him. "You lied to me about what?" He dropped his arm around Nathan's shoulder and brushed a thumb across Nathan's bicep as he cradled Nathan tight into his chest.
Nathan shuddered through a sob.
"Oh, fuck, Nathan…" Aaron laid his cheek against Nathan's still damp hair, warming it with his breath. "And I'm the fucking idiot?"
Laughing softly, Nathan turned his face into the curve of Aaron's neck. "I just wanted you to be happy."
Aaron's eyebrows dipped in anger and he pressed Nathan away from his body. "So, you made the decision for me? You decided what would make me happy." He shoved Nathan away and leapt up out of the booth, turning away and then storming back. "Fuck you!"
"Wait… Aaron." Nathan struggled out of the booth and ran after Aaron, who'd gone back over to where his friends were gathered. Christ, what have I done?
"Aaron, please--" He touched Aaron's shoulder in an attempt to have Aaron turn around and face him.
Aaron spun on him, voice booming. "You wanted me to be happy?" Thick lines creased Aaron's flushed, outraged face. "My entire life has been fucking miserable because of you!" He leaned against a chair for support and downed a drink from the table.
"I thought… I thought you'd be happier with Sarah."
"Fuck, Nathan… I never loved Sarah the way I loved you." Aaron paused and surveyed the table. His friends were staring open mouthed at the exchange. He returned his attention to Nathan. "Sarah and I didn't even last a year. She got fed up waiting for me to look at her the way I used to… the way I did before I met you."
"Why didn't you try and find me?"
"You'd told me you didn't love me." Aaron shook his head and dropped his eyes. "That last night we spent together… when I was holding you afterwards… I thought I saw something in your eyes. I thought I saw love, and suddenly it was like my whole world opened up. I thought I'd be spending the rest of my life with you by my side… as my lover and my best friend. But instead you pushed me away, and said you didn't love me. I wasn't going to go looking for you after that. I'd been hurt enough already."
Nathan covered his mouth and breathed deeply, remembering how he'd pushed the man he loved away. I am such a fucking idiot.
"I was scared… I felt something… and it scared me."
Aaron looked around and grabbed his coat. "Is there somewhere else we can talk about this?"
"Wait--" Nathan held up his hand to stop Aaron from moving. "Let me get this out first." He swiped a hand across his face. Fucking tears weren't going to let up.
"You were right in what you saw. I was in love with you." He laughed hesitantly. "I think my body knew it, long before my mind did. I couldn't get enough of you. From the very first day I met you… I knew I was in trouble."
"Yeah me too," Aaron said laughing. "You were pretty adorable with that cum on your cheek… your face all flushed and everything."
"Christ Aaron…" Nathan shoved Aaron further away from his friends. "They heard you--"
"Hell, they don't care." Aaron wrapped Nathan up in his arms and buried his face in Nathan's hair. "They know I'm gay. They're gawking, because they're surprised to hear I had a girlfriend."
Nathan pulled back. "What?"
"Turns out you were right." Aaron shrugged. "I like guys."
"But--" Nathan shook his head. "You know what… never mind."
Aaron brushed his fingers through the hair above Nathan's ear. "So, are you seeing anyone?"
"Do you live nearby?"
Nathan's heart just about stopped. If it wasn't for the throbbing surge now powering his dick, he might've had trouble finding a pulse, but then his heart started shuddering violently against his chest, reminding him to breathe. He nodded his head and pointed towards the door. "My… my apartment… is… right there."
Nathan hesitated as Aaron grabbed his hand. "Wait--"
"What's wrong?" Aaron's brow creased in confusion, and then he clapped his hand onto his forehead. "Fuck… I'm an idiot. You're not interested. I'm sorry… I just assumed, because of the way you were holding me and everything. I totally read that wrong."
"No, that's not it. I'm interested, but I hadn't finished what I wanted to say." Nathan reached for Aaron's hand and stroked his thumb across it. "Before we go running off, and I get completely distracted. I need to tell you something." He breathed deeply and wet his lips, and then bit down on the bottom one.
"What?" Aaron reached for Nathan's other hand as understanding overwhelmed him. "What did you want to tell me?"
"Fuck, this is hard for me, Aaron."
"Then let me start." Aaron leaned in and softly took Nathan's mouth. "I'm still in love with you too."
The door fell open with more force than necessary, but Nathan was having trouble manipulating the keys, while Aaron was simultaneously removing his pants for him, and aggressively caressing his throat with his tongue.
He tossed the keys towards the kitchen counter, but they slid across its surface and onto the floor, breaking the cat's water dish. Aaron stopped his assault, laughing.
"Did you just break something?" he asked, looking around.
"It's nothing." Nathan peered over the counter at the broken glass. Luckily, the dish had been almost empty. "It's just Lulu's water dish."
"Lulu?" Aaron snorted loudly and creased up.
Nathan shoved him affectionately. "Shut the fuck up. I inherited the stupid cat, alright. She came pre-named."
"You didn't think to change her name?"
"No." Nathan squatted down and picked up the largest of the broken pieces. "That would've confused her."
"Where is she?"
Nathan reached for the broom and dust pan, and attempted to sweep up the smaller bits. "Probably on the bed."
"Smart cat--" Aaron whispered under his breath as he made his way down the hall. It was a decent sized apartment for downtown Vancouver . One bedroom and a small den extended off the hallway that connected them to the combined kitchen, dining and living room. There was no view to speak of, but it was quiet, and Aaron felt a sense of Nathan in every space he entered.
He stopped as he walked into Nathan's bedroom and ran his fingers over a framed picture just inside the door. It was a group photo of their lacrosse team, and he and Nathan were standing side by side in it. Smiling. Happy.
"Seems like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?" Nathan pressed up against Aaron's back and wrapped his arms around Aaron's waist, resting his chin on Aaron's shoulder.
Aaron sighed and turned to face Nathan, cupping his face. He kissed Nathan's lips and then studied him. "We need to get something straight, between you and me." He grinned. "If you break my heart again… I swear to god. I will kick your ass from here, all the way back to that damn school."
"Not going to happen," Nathan said as he ran a finger down Aaron's shirt and hooked it in his belt. "I love you too much."
Aaron smirked. "That sounded nice." He pulled at Nathan's arm, hauling him towards the bed. "Hearing you say it."
"Well, get used to it, because it's going to become a habit."
"That's a good habit," Aaron said as he sat on the end of the bed and deftly unhooked Nathan's belt and dropped his pants to the floor. He brushed his cheek across Nathan's hardening cock and inhaled the intoxicating scent of him as he began licking at the fabric of Nathan's underwear. Nathan brushed a hand through Aaron's hair and sighed softly with exhilaration.
"So, what made you realize you were gay?" asked Nathan.
"Well--" Aaron tucked his fingers into the band of Nathan's underwear and released him, shoving the underwear towards the floor. "After Sarah and I broke up--" Using his thumb and forefinger, Aaron pulled Nathan's foreskin up to completely cover the head of Nathan's dick and delicately licked at the puckered crease, and then drew the skin all the way back against Nathan's body and sucked gently on the head as he jacked the shaft a few times. Nathan almost stumbled into Aaron's lap, and decided to lay a hand on Aaron's shoulder to steady his balance in case Aaron attempted to complete that manoeuvre again.
"You were saying--" Fuck, there he goes again.
"Christ, Aaron. That feels really good."
"Mm… it tastes really good too." Aaron peered up at Nathan as he repeated the action a few more times, and then stopped to remove his shirt.
Stepping out of his pants, Nathan struggled to remove his own shirt. "Aaron, please… the question. Before the rest of the blood leaves my head."
"There's not really much to tell," Aaron replied. "I was pretty busy for a few years setting up my firm, so I wasn't doing a lot of dating. I went out with a few of the girls in the office down the hall from mine." He stood and removed his pants, tossing them onto a nearby chair. "It was alright… nothing too exciting. But then a guy approached me in the coffee shop I go to every morning and asked me out. I thought, 'Sure, what the hell'."
Nathan pressed Aaron back onto the bed, running his hands through the thick hair on Aaron's chest. "Where'd all this come from? You didn't used to be this furry."
"I can wax it off if you don't like it."
"No, I love it." Nathan brushed his fingers across the soft hairs and then leaned in to take one of Aaron's fully aroused nipples into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across its surface and then kissed it. "Go on with your story. Did you and coffee guy hit it off?"
"No, we went out a couple of times… slept together once. Big mistake. The guy turned out to be a fuckin' muncher. Probably had his u-haul double parked outside my apartment on our first date."
Nathan laughed into the soft flesh of Aaron's stomach, making Aaron gasp and twitch, and then he continued his quest to lick a thick line down the centre of Aaron's body.
"But even after that horrifying experience," Aaron continued. "I only felt comfortable dating guys." He clutched at the bedding as Nathan took a firm grip of his cock and began stroking it. "I don't know if that makes me gay or not, really. All I know, is I prefer hanging out and fucking around with guys. Girls… not so much."
Sliding his thumb across Aaron's slit and caressing the pre-cum into the thick head of Aaron's dick, Nathan contemplated what Aaron had just said. "I hate to break it to you buddy, but you need to stop defending that zone… you're gay."
"Yeah, I know." Aaron looked down the length of his body at Nathan. "Are you going to suck that thing, or are you planning on just playing with it and tormenting me?"
"Tormenting you sounds like fun." Nathan grinned and dropped down, burying his face in the underside of Aaron's balls, running them over the ridge of his nose, and inhaling the scent of Aaron's arousal, and then he blew softly across them, watching them pucker.
Aaron laughed. "Christ, you're still more of a goof than I am."
Nathan winked and rode his tongue over the fleshy head of Aaron's cock and around the ridge of Aaron's perfect mushroom cap, and then sucked at the slit, removing the sweet pooling fluid that had collected there.
Aaron groaned and closed his eyes as Nathan dove onto his dick, taking him deep into his throat on the very first stroke.
Nathan could only take Aaron's cock all the way in a few times before he had to come up for a full breath of air. He'd almost forgotten how massive Aaron was, but his ass hadn't. It was clenching and throbbing hungrily, sending intense waves of need up his spine. He reached down and grabbed his own dick to try and temper the desire. A slow steady rhythm would calm his body down. He licked his lips and took Aaron's dick back into his mouth.
A hand grasping his arm had Nathan pushing up onto Aaron's chest, so Aaron could take his mouth. Their tongues mingled and sparred with each other, sucking and licking, tasting and immersing, again and again until Nathan felt certain he'd melt onto Aaron's chest and become one with him. Disappointment had him shuddering when Aaron pulled away.
"I want to try something different with you," Aaron said.
Nathan's eyebrows went up. Fuck yeah.
"Don't get all excited," Aaron continued; chuckling. "It's only something different for me. I want to bottom for you."
"You've never tried it?"
Aaron kissed Nathan's lips briskly. "No, I was waiting for the right person."
"Intriguing--" Nathan grinned. "I used to dream about popping your cherry… and making you my bitch."
"I can only imagine how that played out… but don't get carried away. I don't want to be crippled by your exuberance." Aaron shifted as Nathan swept down between his legs and aggressively hoisted his hips up, tipping Aaron up onto his shoulders. "For Christ's sake, Nathan… I said gently." He gasped and closed his eyes as Nathan's tongue began circling his hole. "Fuck yeah--" He sighed, resigned. "Never mind. Fuck. Me. You go ahead… and do whatever… you want."
Nathan's tongue nipped in and out, poking lightly, and then he spat and moved the fluid around with his thumb. "Mm… carte blanche… my favourite."
He settled his tongue at the base of Aaron's crease and licked a wet slick path all the way across Aaron's hole to his balls, and took one into his mouth, sucking it up away from the other. He let it drop with a popping sound.
"Fuck, Nathan… careful."
"Sorry, but I've always meant to ask you something."
"Can you ask it with your tongue back in my ass?"
Nathan shrugged his shoulders. "Sure." Grinning, he took a swipe with his tongue across Aaron's pulsing ring, and dipped a finger tip into it. "That first day--" He spat and licked, pressing his tongue against the hole. It wasn't ready to give in the least yet. "When I had jizz on my face--" Reaching forward, Nathan had Aaron wet his finger for him, and then gently pressed it back against Aaron's hole. "Did you taste my cum on purpose?" He spat and caressed deeper. Now we're getting somewhere.
"Yeah… did you think it was an accident?"
"Rather bold after just meeting me."
"You're the one that jerked off in front of me." Aaron threw his hands up over his face and tried to relax. Nathan's finger was all the way in now and Nathan was twisting it around to make some room. "I couldn't stop myself. You looked so adorable, all sweaty and aroused, pumping your meat. You should've seen your face when I started sucking on my thumb."
Nathan set Aaron down and motioned for him to move over, so he could stack two pillows in the middle of the bed. "Why'd you wait so long to make a move on me?"
"I was conflicted." Aaron's eyes sparkled, remembering. "I almost got fucking hypothermia making sure I was cold enough to have an excuse to climb into bed with you."
"Now who's the fucking idiot?" Nathan smacked at Aaron's ass playfully. "Could you reach me the lube? It's in the bedside drawer there. And the massage oil. I'm going to need that as well."
Aaron handed Nathan everything and lay back in the remaining pillows, watching him. It would be too easy to take Aaron as he lay there nervous and shivering. Easy and pretty damned one sided. Nathan needed Aaron to want his cock; badly. He wanted to hear Aaron begging him to fuck him; begging to feel his cock in his ass. He wanted Aaron to always remember his first time, and how incredibly satisfying submission could be.
"On your stomach, with your hips on the pillows," Nathan said, and Aaron immediately complied. "Spread your legs a bit--" He tapped Aaron's ass when the spacing was sufficient for him to reach through and draw Aaron's dick back to drape down the front edge of the pillows. "You're not to touch yourself… do you understand?"
Aaron nodded his head silently and Nathan stroked a single finger from the tip of Aaron's dick, up along the shaft, between Aaron's balls and around his pursed tight rosebud. He would come back to that later.
Pouring some oil into his hands, Nathan straddled Aaron's body and started massaging his shoulders, working the tension and apprehension from them before moving along Aaron's spine.
He dug his thumbs into the firm muscular cheeks of Aaron's ass, starting at the bottom and rotating up in circles, again and again, until Aaron's already seductive sounds of enjoyment became huskier and blanketed in need.
Just to tease him, Nathan pressed his fiercely hard cock against Aaron's crease, and rubbed and thrust it against Aaron's skin.
Aaron clenched up, but then softened, breathing heavier.
Nathan backed off and warmed some more oil in his hands, and started deep strokes down Aaron's thigh. He worked the tight muscle groups all the way down, paying special attention to the ball and sole of Aaron's foot, and then started down the other side.
"How does that feel?" Nathan asked as he finished Aaron's massage and wiped his hands off on his own thighs.
"Good… move your legs apart a little further." Nathan repositioned himself between Aaron's legs and dispensed some lube onto his fingers, and used it to stroke his hands along Aaron's shaft, from root to tip, hand over hand, gently, then tightly, then barely at all. Aaron ground his hips into the pillows, forcing his dick hard and aggressive against the bedding. He moaned in satisfaction.
"Aaron, that would constitute touching yourself, and I asked you not to do that." Nathan sat back and crossed his arms, and waited. "Are you going to apologize to me?"
"I'm… I'm sorry."
Nathan poured a small amount of lube in his hands and began rolling Aaron's sac between his fingers. Aaron groaned with enjoyment, fighting the need to thrust his hips. Nathan dropped his hands. "I'm not convinced you're sorry, Aaron."
"I am… fuck, Nathan, please don't stop."
Nathan smirked and continued caressing Aaron's balls, and pulling them gently away from Aaron's body; occasionally stroking Aaron's cock as well. "Do you like what I'm doing?"
"Yeah… it feels good."
Nathan rode his thumb along the seam between Aaron's balls back to the short span of skin before his ass. After finding the indent he was looking for, Nathan pressed into it and massaged the base of Aaron's dick.
Aaron exhaled softly.
"Do you like this?" Nathan asked.
"Yeah… mm… hm." Aaron tucked his face and grabbed the bedding, but kept his body perfectly relaxed.
Circling Aaron's hole gently with his forefinger, Nathan drizzled a stream of lube down Aaron's crack, letting it pool against his finger before inserting the tip, just enough to tease him. Aaron sighed and tipped his hips up higher, trying to draw more of it in. That's it Aaron
. Nathan brushed his lips across Aaron's ass, noting it was furrier as well; he smiled, pleased, and pressed deeper. He laid a hand on Aaron's back to soothe him when the soft tissue clamped down on his finger. As it released, Nathan began a slow and steady twisting, thrusting motion; building up Aaron's need for something more substantial to be filling that space.
"I need you up on your knees," Nathan said after releasing Aaron. "Head down… and don't touch yourself, alright?"
"I won't. I promise."
Nathan settled himself behind Aaron. "Did you like what I was doing with my finger?"
"Yeah… I liked it."
"Did you want me to put my finger back in your ass?"
Aaron hesitated. "Yes… I want you to put your finger back in my ass."
"What about two?"
Aaron hesitated again, longer this time. "Yes… two… I want you to put… two fingers in my ass."
After more lube, Nathan carefully slid two fingers in just far enough to reach Aaron's prostate, and then used the soft pads to gently massage the gland, making Aaron squirm, moan and break out in a lovely glistening sweat.
"That feels so good." Aaron said between heaving breaths.
Nathan pressed a bit deeper across the gland and Aaron released a throaty 'Fuck
' and jammed his ass back against Nathan's hand, forcing his fingers all the way in.
Aaron immediately shot forward again, gasping, and then sank back on Nathan's fingers, taking them in as deep as they'd go.
Not wanting to interrupt, Nathan held his hand steady and let Aaron fuck himself on his fingers. After a few heavy strokes, Nathan added some more lube and curved a third finger around to be taken in on the next thrust.
Aaron coughed out a groan, slowed down and descended fully on the increased girth.
"Do you like fucking yourself on my fingers?" asked Nathan.
"God… yeah." Aaron pulled away a fraction of an inch and then plunged back, cursing with enjoyment.
"Are you going to cum soon?"
"Yeah… I… think so… yeah."
"Did I say you could cum?"
Aaron slowed his movement and dropped his head. "No."
"You're not to cum until I say so," Nathan removed his hand, and ran his thumb along the edge of Aaron's open hole. He leaned forward and dipped his tongue into the pulsating warmth as he reached through Aaron's legs and began jacking his shaft.
"Christ, Nathan." Aaron shifted uncomfortably.
Nathan licked at the ring as it started to close over and then pressed his tongue into it, and it immediately popped open again. Fuck, that was beautiful.
"Nathan…" Aaron reached back and grasped at Nathan's arm.
"Did you need something, Aaron?" Nathan shifted his position and eased a finger back inside Aaron's ass and stroked his prostate.
Aaron gasped and squirmed. "God… please, Nathan… I need you… please… fuck me."
"With what… my finger?" Nathan stroked it in and out of Aaron's hole a few times, and then cupped Aaron's balls gently.
"No… fingers, Nathan, please… I want your dick."
Nathan rose up on his knees and set the head of his dick at Aaron's opening and pressed against it. "You want me to fuck you with this big cock of mine?"
"Yes, fuck… yes." Aaron's arms shot out and gathered the discarded pillows, pulling them to his face. "Fuck me… please fuck me… fuck me hard with that big cock… please, Nathan."
Nathan smacked his cock against Aaron's ass cheeks a few times and then settled onto his heels. "Roll over onto your back."
Aaron fell face first onto the bed and rolled over. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Nathan cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Christ, I'm sorry." Aaron draped his arm across his face. "I didn't mean it… I'm sorry."
Nathan exhaled, pleased with Aaron's attempts at submission. It would take a bit of work, but Aaron would come around. He reached across Aaron's body to his bedside table and pulled a box of condoms out of the drawer.
Aaron touched his arm. "Nathan… wait--"
"Have you changed your mind?" Nathan brushed his hand through Aaron's hair and kissed his forehead. There was no way he was going to force Aaron to do anything he didn't want to.
"No… fuck, no." Aaron took the box of condoms and tossed them onto the floor. "I get tested every six months. My last one was a month ago… I was clean, and I haven't been with anyone since."
"You want to do this bareback?"
"Yeah, I do." Aaron searched Nathan's eyes. "You're not positive are you?"
"Only if you can become infected by being celibate."
Aaron snorted with amusement. "You, Nathan Kent, celibate? When did hell freeze over?"
"Very funny, but I haven't been in the mood. I was tested a few years ago though… a couple of months after fucking my last trick. The pipes are clean." Nathan brushed his fingers across Aaron's lips. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Aaron nodded his head. "I want to be yours. I want you to own me, and claim me, by filling me up." Jesus fucking Christ!
Nathan fell back into the bedding almost crushing Lulu, who'd come to investigate. He pushed her off the edge of the bed and chucked a pillow at her. She took off out of the room and Nathan shifted his gaze back onto Aaron, who was watching him intently.
Aaron was offering him something that he'd often dreamed of and wanted desperately; to possess Aaron completely. And here Aaron was, just offering it to him, like a gift, like his love.
Emboldened, Nathan crawled around until he was between Aaron's legs again. The first thing he needed to do was work Aaron back up to his begging point.
Lubing up his fingers, Nathan pressed the full three back in. Aaron's hips thrust up, and Aaron's tight cock bounced against his stomach, leaving threads of pre-cum, seemingly tethering it there. Nathan leaned forward and broke the threads with his tongue, chasing them back to their source and then licked his lips.
He removed his fingers and extended his arm towards Aaron, who hungrily pulled them into his mouth, sucking and savouring his own juices. Good boy… so fucking hot.
His dick pulsed furiously. It didn't want to wait any longer.
Just one more minute. Nathan shifted and placed the fingers in his own mouth, spat along them and thrust them back inside Aaron, shoving his shoulder against Aaron's thigh to get him to spread his legs wider. Aaron groaned and twisted, panting; his ass clenching and pulling, wanting more, needing more.
"Fuck, Nathan… please. I'm sorry, but I can't stand it. Please fuck me. Please. Please. Please, fuck me."
That was all he needed to hear. Nathan scrambled up, forcing Aaron's legs onto his shoulders. He wanted to see Aarons face, and watch Aaron's eyes fluttering in ecstasy as he claimed him.
Aaron's ass was wet and loose, requiring very little lube. Nathan slid in easily, letting Aaron's body consume him, and caress his raw and unhindered dick with a velvety embrace.
Once in, Nathan stayed motionless for a second, listening to Aaron's rapid inhalation of air, and feeling the stroking pulse of a thin vein just inside Aaron's ass. The full depth of Aaron's chute closed around him as Aaron adjusted his legs.
Dropping forward, Nathan plunged his tongue into Aaron's waiting mouth, fucking him with it as he held his body motionless. Aaron's hips pressed into the bedding and then jammed back up, sending Nathan's cock further inside. Aaron immediately regretted it when Nathan pulled away from his mouth.
"Aaron? I'm supposed to be fucking you."
"I'm so sorry… it won't happen again."
Nathan grinned. "I'll let it slide tonight." He sunk into Aaron's mouth again, and began a slow steady assault on Aaron's virginity, pressing him increasingly further into the bedding as the sound of Aaron, moaning and grunting radiated down his throat, spreading warmth and desire straight through to his balls.
Aaron's stomach shook with a laugh and he pursed his lips as the headboard began a rhythmic thudding against the wall, and the entire bed started creaking. "If I'm going to move in with you, we need to get a new bed."
Nathan licked Aaron's lips playfully. "Who says you're moving in with me?"
"I do." Arching up, Aaron grabbed Nathan around the chest and rolled him over onto the bed, where he now towered over him. He reached forward for the headboard and used it to steady himself as he drew Nathan's dick in and out at his own speed, which was significantly faster than the pace Nathan had been setting.
"What about your law firm?"
"I'll move it to Vancouver ."
Nathan brushed his hands up Aaron's chest, enjoying the view, and pulled Aaron down to kiss him. "Alright, but no more misbehaving, or I'll have to spank your ass. I want you at the edge of the bed on your knees, so I can make you cum. Then we'll go out and buy a new bed."
Aaron placed himself so only his feet were trailing off the edge of the mattress as requested. He waited patiently for Nathan to circle around behind him, and felt Nathan's mouth whisper across the skin of his ass. Swearing and gasping for breath, Aaron almost collapsed when Nathan drove his dick down into his prostate, and then dragged back across it, making it quiver and pulse.
"Fuck me, Nathan… please, fuck me--" Aaron gripped the bedding, groaning. "Take me… please… I want to be yours."
Nathan brushed his thumbs across the back of Aaron's hips and plunged back into him, once; his body coming alive with the single thrust. He picked up the pace slowly and drove into Aaron hard. Their slick, sweat drenched skin keeping audible time, as their legs began to shake from the exertion.
The telling tension of the gland against the firm sensitive ridge that ran the length of Nathan's dick started Nathan's heart racing. He rubbed his hand up and down Aaron's spine and then reached for his shoulder, hauling Aaron up against his chest. He whispered in Aaron's ear. "You can cum now."
Nathan groaned with need at the sight of Aaron's cum forming increasingly smaller droplets across the bedding as each wave jolted through Aaron's body. He bit at Aaron's ear lobe and sucked at his neck as the effect of Aaron's orgasm squeezed and released his tensing cock, bringing Nathan closer to his cresting point.
Aaron laid his head against Nathan's shoulder, and sent Nathan moaning in ecstasy and anticipation as he lifted his hand, covered in cum, to Nathan's lips.
Nathan pulled Aaron's fingers into his mouth, caressing his tongue and lips over Aaron's slick knuckles.
It was the catalyst he needed. Nathan's body tightened and pitched as he drove hard into Aaron, and then he held him close onto his hips, rocking his own, ever so gently, as each rope of thick cum was unleashed into Aaron's ass.
Nathan bit at Aaron's shoulder and laughed. "Oh, my god… that felt amazing." He peered around at Aaron, who was panting and leaning against Nathan for support. "Are you alright?"
"Uh… yeah. When can we do that again?" Aaron heaved out a heavy laugh and crawled forward onto the bed. He dropped his head as Nathan climbed up behind him. Without Nathan having to ask, Aaron pressed down, forcing a small amount of Nathan's cum back out of his ass.
"Fuck, Aaron… that's hot." Nathan licked his tongue across Aaron's opening a few times and then got up on his knees and pressed his dick back inside Aaron's warm, wet hole.
"I love you," Aaron said, "and I won't ever leave your side unless you want me to." He hummed softly as Nathan deliberately set him off balance, plunging them both into the pillows. The feel of Nathan's arms and legs wrapping around him brought Aaron an amazing sense of peace that he'd been longing for, for far too long.
"Then you're stuck with me for life." Nathan kissed the soft skin between Aaron's shoulder blades. "I love you, Aaron Campbell. My heart is entirely yours… I've defended that zone for long enough."
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