of soap and rinsed it thoroughly.
Aiden kept his mouth resolutely shut as Keaton
approached. Unfazed, Keaton reached out and pinched
Aiden’s nose shut. Aiden opened his mouth, as much in
shock and protest as out of necessity, and Keaton
slipped the bar in and pressed Aiden’s jaws shut.
The bitter suds flooded Aiden’s mouth once more,
and he decided it might be best to get this over with
rather than prolonging his suffering. He glared at
Keaton, who leaned against the bathroom counter and
watched him calmly. He felt ridiculous, standing in his
pajamas in front of Keaton with a bar of soap in his
mouth. A glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror
confirmed that he looked as foolish as he felt—red-faced,
grumpy, and thoroughly humiliated. Aiden folded his
arms. If Keaton thought this was going to change Aiden’s
behavior, he was wrong. It was an idiotic punishment,
not cathartic like a spanking, but designed, it seemed,
specifically to piss Aiden off.
The collection of saliva and soap bubbles in his
mouth was growing intolerable. He tried not to let his
tongue move in case it brushed against the bar of soap.
He shut his eyes. It had to have been five minutes by
now. He couldn’t go much longer without spitting or
swallowing.
He tried not to think about what he’d said to
Keaton. Keaton never cursed at him, never said anything
nasty or rude, no matter how awful Aiden was to him.
He definitely hadn’t deserved what Aiden had said.
I never had a problem controlling my temper before Scott.
What’s wrong with me? How does Keaton put up with my
bullshit
? Scott was right; Keaton was going to be sick of
him in no time, if he wasn’t already.
Aiden sagged a little, no longer angry but
miserable and sorry. He winced as a new flood of
bitterness took over his mouth. To his surprise, Keaton
reached out and put a hand on his arm, the touch firm
and reassuring. Aiden leaned into him for a moment,
then faced the wall. He needed to not see Keaton, or
himself. He needed a physical boundary in front of him.
Keaton seemed to understand; he didn’t make Aiden
turn around.
“Okay,” Keaton said finally. He spun Aiden gently
and removed the bar of soap from his mouth, then led
him to the sink. Aiden spat over and over, accepting
Keaton’s offered cup of water.
“I’m sorry,” Aiden said between rinses, glancing at
Keaton in the mirror. “Really.”
Keaton rubbed his back briskly. “I’m on your side.
There’s never any need for that kind of language with
me.”
Aiden blushed. “I know.” He finished rinsing and
entered Keaton’s embrace gratefully. He’d come to trust
these strong arms, to rely on them. It scared him to
imagine that they wouldn’t always be here for him. He
breathed in Keaton’s scent, wanting to memorize it.
“I don’t have to teach today. I’m just going to
campus for office hours. What do you say I pick you up
from your interview and take you to lunch?”
Aiden wound his arms more tightly around his
partner. “Sounds like better than I deserve.”
“It’s over, forgiven. Let’s go to the Bear Trap.
You’re still a few burgers short of your ideal weight.”
Aiden froze. The idea of a greasy burger in his
backed-up system was not pleasant. “Um, maybe
somewhere a little… lighter?”
“You pick.”
Aiden chose the Corner Café where he’d met
Keaton at Hera’s urging. Maybe Keaton would let him
get away with just a salad.
The interview went pretty well. It embarrassed
Aiden to admit it to himself, but the residual sting in his
butt made him feel calmer, more focused as he answered
the manager’s questions. He left feeling relieved, if not
completely optimistic.
Lunch was pleasant. Keaton didn’t chide when
Aiden ate only a garden salad and part of a roll. Aiden
knew he had to do something. He’d tried a laxative a
couple of days ago, but it hadn’t helped. He was wary of
buying prune juice, sure it would rouse Keaton’s
suspicions. No way in
hell
was he going to a doctor.
Aside from the expense, which he couldn’t cover, Aiden
couldn’t imagine calmly telling a doctor he couldn’t take
a shit.
“Only another week and a half till your audition,”
Keaton remarked.
“Thanks, I’d almost forgotten,” Aiden said
sarcastically.
“You should do your monologues for me.”
“Are you kidding?”
Keaton shrugged. “You’ll have to do them in front
of the program directors. You might as well get used to
having an audience.”
“ I ’ m
very
used to performing in front of an
audience.” Aiden picked at the remains of his roll.
“They’re terrible. I don’t want you to see them.”
“Well, if you change your mind… I’m eager to see
your talent firsthand.”
“There’s another talent I’d rather show you,” Aiden
said suggestively.
“Oh? What might that be?” Keaton asked.
“You’ll have to wait until we get home.” He
grinned at Keaton’s blush, and an idea suddenly
occurred to him. “Or I could show you right now.”
“Now?”
“Meet me in the men’s room.”
“Aiden!”
“Keaton.”
“This isn’t a nightclub.”
“I know.”
“What if—”
“It’s a single stall,” Aiden said. “We lock the door;
no one else comes in.”
“But what if someone sees us both go in there?”
“I’ll go first. You follow in a few minutes.”
“Jesus.”
Aiden grinned lasciviously. “I promise, it’ll be
worth it.”
He slid off his chair and hurried down the hall to
the restroom.
* * * *
Keaton glanced around, sure there was a neon sign
over him indicating what he was about to do. He’d never
had sex in public, unless you counted a couple of
encounters in dungeons that hadn’t really done much for
him. But his cock certainly liked this idea; it strained
against his jeans to the point where Keaton had a
ludicrous urge to shush it.
He rapped on the men’s room door and heard a
click
as Aiden undid the lock. With one last glance at the
empty alcove, Keaton opened the door and slipped
inside. Aiden immediately pulled him into a hungry
kiss, which Keaton returned with vigor, kneading
Aiden’s ass, bringing their cocks into contact through
their pants.
Aiden unzipped Keaton’s jeans and knelt, taking
Keaton’s balls in his mouth and sucking, lapping. Keaton
gasped, trying to hold back moans. Aiden ran his lips up
and down the side of Keaton’s cock, stopping to trace the
ridge under the head with his tongue. Keaton went up
on his toes. He twined his fingers in Aiden’s hair. Aiden
had discovered early on just how sensitive Keaton was,
and he was a terrible tease now.
Aiden took Keaton deep in his mouth, sucking and
swallowing around Keaton’s thick shaft. Keaton
whimpered and began to move in Aiden’s mouth,
fucking Aiden’s throat with short thrusts. He couldn’t get
enough of the wet heat of the boy’s mouth, the way
Aiden sucked and slurped so hungrily, uttering a soft
moan every now and then as Keaton thrust deep into
him.
Keaton’s body stiffened, and he came, shooting
down Aiden’s throat in a wonderful, hot spurt. He
released Aiden’s hair and pulled up his jeans. Aiden
stood up, wiping his mouth, smiling in a way that was so
self-satisfied Keaton had to laugh.
“That was
very
naughty,” Keaton purred, nipping
Aiden’s ear.
“Why don’t you punish me?” Aiden whispered.
“I just might, when we get home.”
“Why not here?”
Keaton froze. He wasn’t sure if they were on the
same page, but he had a sudden, intense urge to put his
self-satisfied little brat over his lap, to watch the boy’s
pale cheeks shiver and squirm and turn pink under his
palm. Which was strange. He’d never really been turned
on by spankings, nor did he think it was a good idea to
conflate sex and discipline in Aiden’s mind. But one look
at the hazy arousal in Aiden’s eyes told him that Aiden
was hoping he’d do just that.
Without letting himself overthink, Keaton put
down the lid of the toilet seat and sat, patting his thigh.
“Take those pants and shorts down and over you go,” he
ordered. He thought he saw a tiny smile play over
Aiden’s lips as the boy scrambled to obey.
Aiden was rock hard as he took down his pants and
settled over Keaton’s lap. Keaton swallowed as he
looked at the sight before him. Aiden’s smooth, white
buttocks—round and taut, as perfectly shaped as any
Greek sculpture’s, quivering in anticipation of Keaton’s
attentions. Any color from this morning had faded.
Keaton felt his own cock stirring to life again. He
wanted
to spank Aiden, wanted the boy to yelp and kick, wanted
to feel that soft flesh grow hot as he smacked it.
Keaton hesitated. What if someone came to the
door and
heard
them?
Then they’ll hear the sound of a brat getting just what he
deserves
. “This is for being a corrupting influence,” he
growled, mock menacingly. Aiden’s giggle turned to a
yelp as Keaton brought his palm down sharply on his
bottom. Keaton spanked quickly, covering his entire
target in a matter of seconds, loving the way the rosiness
looked in the dim light of the bathroom. Aiden’s
breathing was fast and rough, and occasionally his
elbows bumped against the toilet and his shoes
squeaked against the tile floor as he struggled to
maintain his position.
Keaton lifted the boy’s shirt higher, increasing his
sense of exposure. Aiden put a hand back to shield
himself, and Keaton caught his wrist and pinned it
against the small of his back. “No you don’t,” he
whispered.
He began to whack the backs of Aiden’s scissoring
thighs, then concentrated on the lower curves of his
bottom, smacking upward so that each blow drove
Aiden forward on his lap, and Aiden’s weeping cock
rubbed against the denim of Keaton’s jeans. “Bad boy,”
Keaton scolded. “I ought to spank you every day for a
month for bringing me in here.”
“You liked it.”
Keaton grinned and completed another circuit of
spanks on the rapidly reddening cheeks. Aiden twisted,
and Keaton increased the force of his blows,
administering a last resounding swat just as Aiden came
across his lap. Keaton rubbed the hot flesh briskly. Aiden
struggled to breathe again. “Get up. We’ve got to get our
check.”
“You should probably clean up first,” Aiden
teased.
Keaton swatted him.
“Ow!”
“Behave until the bill comes, or I’ll put you over
my knee in front of the entire restaurant.”
Aiden laughed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Who knows? I never thought I’d accept a blowjob
in the men’s room of the Corner Café.”
“I am a bad influence.”
“Very.” Keaton kissed him. “But I love it.”
He sent Aiden out ahead of him with another swat,
then stayed behind and wiped the boy’s cum off his jeans
with a damp paper towel, unable to stop smiling.
“You’re really turned on by spankings, aren’t you?”
Keaton asked in bed that night.
“Yeah.” Aiden was facing the wall, which made
Keaton inexplicably anxious. He wanted to see Aiden’s
face while they had the conversation he’d determined
they needed to have. “Pain in general, I guess.”
“I liked what we did today. I liked spanking you.”
Aiden rolled over and smiled. “It was hot.”
“But you’re not turned on when I discipline you?”
Aiden shook his head. “No. It’s like you said, a
different mind-set. I hate knowing I’ve disappointed you.
And it’s not sexy, the way you spank me for punishment.
It’s embarrassing.”
Keaton nodded and stroked Aiden’s hair back from
his eyes with one finger. “The only thing I like about
giving you a disciplinary spanking is knowing you’ll
feel better at the end. I don’t like hurting you. I don’t like
embarrassing you.”
“But today?”
“I knew you wanted it. And it was fun. A game. But