“What do you mean, important?”
“I mean everyone else who’s applying has probably
been in way more shows than me and went to better
colleges and traveled to exciting places and done
internships… I don’t know how to make myself stand
out.”
“Don’t worry about everyone else. All you need to
worry about is showcasing yourself.”
“But myself is
boring
.”
“Trust me, you’re far from that.”
Aiden suddenly looked pale. “Oh shit. We can’t do
this. Keaton, you’re going to get so sick of me. I’m
annoying and I’m needy and I… I don’t even think I used
to be like this. I used to just have fun.”
“Aiden. You’re fine. We’ll figure this out together.
Try and trust me.”
“I do. I just—”
“This is new and confusing and a little scary.”
“I’m not scared,” Aiden protested.
“You are, a little bit. And that’s all right.”
“You don’t know everything,” Aiden muttered.
Keaton smiled. “Neither do you.”
The doorbell rang. Keaton collected the subs and
paid the delivery woman.
“You expect me to eat that whole thing?” Aiden
eyed the foot-long sub with apprehension.
“At least half,” Keaton said, starting on his own
sub. “You can save the rest for lunch tomorrow.”
Aiden opened the sandwich and began poking at it,
rearranging slabs of meat, picking out tomato slices.
“Just eat,” Keaton said gently.
“I get sick when I eat. I’m not lying. I do.”
“That’s because your body’s been running on
empty for so long. Were you sick after breakfast this
morning?”
Aiden shook his head. He hadn’t even realized it,
but the half a waffle had hardly troubled his stomach at
all. “No, but—”
“Your body needs to get used to food again.”
Aiden took a tentative bite of the sandwich.
“Good boy.”
Aiden blushed. “Are you gonna call me that?”
“Boy?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want me to?”
Aiden blushed deeper. “Maybe sometimes?”
“Okay.”
“Not all the time.”
“Agreed.”
Keaton finished his sandwich, trying not to stare at
Aiden. He was beautiful, and Keaton couldn’t help
imagining how much more beautiful he’d be once he
regained his health and self-confidence.
He’ll probably hightail it out of here, then, Keaton
thought sadly. Off to grad school or New York or just
back to his old apartment.
Best not to think about that now. All Keaton wanted
to concentrate on was whisking Aiden upstairs and into
his bed, and giving the boy more pleasure than he’d ever
felt in his life.
Aiden finished the last bite of his sub, wrapped the
remaining half, and put it in the fridge. This evening had
been strange. Had he really agreed to a domestic
discipline relationship with Keaton Hughes? He half
wished Keaton were a normal, less complicated top.
He went to the sink to wash his hands, and while he
stood there, he felt strong arms wrap around him from
behind. He shut the water off and leaned into the
embrace. Keaton’s lips brushed the side of his neck.
“Come on,” Keaton whispered.
Aiden started to turn and gave a yip of surprise as
Keaton lifted him up in a fireman’s carry, took him
upstairs to the master bedroom, and laid him gently on
the bed. Keaton climbed over him, arms on either side of
Aiden’s shoulders. He lowered himself until their bodies
touched, and kissed Aiden deeply. Aiden could feel
Keaton’s hardness against his thigh. His own cock was at
attention, twitching as Keaton plundered his mouth with
his tongue. The kiss left Aiden gasping for breath.
Keaton’s tongue flicked Aiden’s earlobe, then traced the
outside of his ear. Aiden squirmed. Keaton took his
earlobe between his teeth and tugged lightly.
“Please,” Aiden begged.
Keaton bit slightly harder, and Aiden whimpered
and writhed. Keaton let go and kissed Aiden again. He
brushed his lips along the line of Aiden’s jaw, then
retraced the same path with his teeth very gently.
“
Oh
,” Aiden murmured.
Keaton moved to the foot of the bed, where he knelt
with his knees on either side of Aiden’s legs. He
removed his sweater in one easy motion, and Aiden
gazed hungrily at the man’s smooth, muscled chest and
strong arms.
Keaton placed his hands on Aiden’s hips, then ran
his palms up Aiden’s sides, under his shirt, warming the
flesh. He repeated the movement, pushing Aiden’s shirt
up a little more each time until Aiden’s flat, trim belly
was exposed.
“Beautiful,” Keaton murmured, pressing his lips to
Aiden’s stomach. He licked a spot just to the left of
Aiden’s navel, then blew a stream of cool air on the wet
place. Aiden lifted his hips and twisted. Keaton laughed
softly. “Let’s get this off.” He unbuttoned Aiden’s shirt
and slid a hand under Aiden’s back, lifting him so that he
could pull the article off. He ran his hands over Aiden’s
chest. Aiden inhaled sharply when Keaton’s hands
passed over his nipples.
Keaton let his thumbs drift over the nubs once
more. Aiden kicked, almost hitting Keaton. “Sensitive,
are we?” Keaton smiled and circled Aiden’s nipples with
his thumbs.
“Please. Please… ”
Keaton plunged down, taking one of the hard
peaks between his lips, licking and sucking. Aiden
arched his back and grabbed Keaton’s shoulders. Keaton
moved to the other nipple, flicking it with his tongue,
then letting his teeth scrape it lightly. Aiden dug his nails
into Keaton’s shoulders, whimpering. His legs twitched.
He worried he might come just from Keaton sucking his
tits. He ran his hands down Keaton’s back, loving the
man’s smooth skin, the dips and ridges of his muscles.
Keaton kissed his way down Aiden’s chest to his
navel and then down farther until he reached the
waistband of Aiden’s pants. He undid Aiden’s fly
slowly. Aiden rocketed his hips into the air so that
Keaton could yank his jeans off, but Keaton pulled his
pants down slowly, stopping to run his fingernails up
and down Aiden’s outer thighs.
“God, Keaton.” Aiden gasped. “I need… please… ”
“Patience.” Keaton chuckled. He stripped Aiden’s
jeans the rest of the way off, then exhaled a rush of hot
breath onto the bulge in Aiden’s briefs. He reached up
and gently rolled Aiden’s nipples between his fingers
while he kissed his cock through his underwear.
“Keaton!” Aiden wailed. Scott had never been so
slow, so thorough, so gentle. Scott liked to fuck hard and
fast, or else tease Aiden cruelly without letting him
come. But Keaton—Keaton seemed to want Aiden to feel
good, encouraged his whimpers and moans, discovered
and worshipped Aiden’s body inch by inch.
“You’re so hard,” Keaton whispered, nuzzling the
front of Aiden’s briefs. He hooked his fingers in the
waistband
and
tugged
the
underwear
down.
“Gorgeous,” Keaton remarked, staring at Aiden’s cock.
He slid Aiden’s underwear off, then parted Aiden’s legs.
He traced a path up Aiden’s inner thighs with his
fingertips.
Aiden shuddered. He was soaring, spread and
naked in front of Keaton, at the man’s mercy. His mood
dipped a little as he thought about what he must actually
look like to someone as beautiful as Keaton—not
gorgeous at all, but bony, awkward, pathetic. Most of his
marks had faded, but there were still yellow-gray traces
of bruising on his ass and one hip.
There was suddenly no time to think about
anything else, because Keaton took Aiden in his mouth
and slowly, gently began to suck.
“No.” Aiden gasped, pushing Keaton’s head back.
He felt suddenly frantic, confused.
Keaton pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
“You shouldn’t be doing this. I should be the
one… ”
“What are you talking about?”
“I should be sucking you!”
“Why?”
“Because,” Aiden sputtered. “You’re the one in
charge.”
Keaton grinned, shaking his head. “Well, as the one
in charge, I say lie back and enjoy your blowjob.” Keaton
went down on him again without giving him time to
answer. As he worked Aiden’s cock, his fingers toyed
with Aiden’s balls, keeping a steady counter rhythm to
the bobbing of his head.
Aiden couldn’t help the moans that escaped him, or
the way he arched his back and rocked his hips, thrusting
deep into Keaton’s mouth. He knew he was close and
wondered if he should warn Keaton.
But Keaton stopped just before Aiden came.
Aiden moaned with frustration.
Keaton moved forward and kissed him, brushing
Aiden’s hair back from his forehead, and running his
thumb gently over Aiden’s eyelids. “Turn over,” he
whispered in Aiden’s ear.
Aiden obeyed with a mewl. Keaton’s palms passed
firmly down his back, then gripped his hips. Aiden
couldn’t help rocking a little against the bed. Keaton
spread Aiden’s legs wide, then pressed his lips to the
small of Aiden’s back. He lapped the tender hollow until
Aiden twitched and bucked, then dragged his tongue
down to the beginning of Aiden’s cleft.
He licked down one cheek, then began to nibble the
soft mound of flesh, never hard enough to hurt. Aiden
gasped, grabbing fistfuls of sheets. Keaton brought his
teeth to the sensitive juncture between Aiden’s buttock
and thigh and nipped there. Aiden thrust his ass up,
wanting more but unsettled that Keaton was doing all
this for him, and that he was doing nothing to serve
Keaton. Keaton moved to the other cheek, nibbling and
kissing until Aiden moaned steadily, rocking against the
bed.
Then suddenly Keaton pressed his tongue between
Aiden’s cheeks. He licked down Aiden’s crack, stopping
to flick his tongue against Aiden’s hole, then continuing
down to the soft skin between Aiden’s opening and his
balls. Aiden ground against the sheets as Keaton brought
his tongue up again and swirled it around Aiden’s
entrance. Then Keaton thrust the hot, wet muscle inside
Aiden. Aiden cried out as Keaton withdrew his tongue
and plunged it in again.
Aiden pulled at the sheets and scrubbed his cock
against the bed, sure that if he didn’t come in the next
few seconds, he would die. Keaton continued to rim him
and then once again stopped just as Aiden reached the
edge. Aiden nearly sobbed. “Keaton, please. Please don’t
stop. I need this… ”
Keaton leaned over Aiden and opened the
nightstand drawer. Aiden heard him tear a condom
package open, then, a minute later, uncap a bottle of
lube.
“I’m going to take you now,” Keaton said softly.
“It’s going to feel so good. We’ll come together.”
“Yes,” Aiden whispered, still squirming.
Keaton spread his cheeks and slicked his entrance.
It was cold, and Aiden flinched. Keaton slipped a finger
inside of him, exploring, loosening him. Aiden took a
deep breath and let it out. The finger was joined by a
second, stretching him, finding that sensitive place inside
him and stroking it. Keaton slid his fingers out and
nudged Aiden’s opening with his cock. Aiden spread his
legs wider, ready, desperate to feel Keaton inside of him.
Keaton bore in slowly. Aiden felt a flash of fear as he
remembered the last time he’d been fucked. He’d lain
across the table, limp, exhausted from fighting, afraid to
move in case Scott started hitting him again. Scott had
made it hurt. A lot.
This didn’t hurt at all. Keaton made love to him in
long, smooth strokes that grew quicker and harder as
Aiden begged. After one particularly hard thrust, Aiden
whispered, “Yes. Hurt me.”
Keaton slowed down. Ran a hand over Aiden’s
back. “Never,” he said firmly. He lowered himself
against Aiden’s back, then rolled Aiden so they both lay
on their sides. Then he rocked his hips forward, inch by
inch. Then backward, inch by inch. Aiden hadn’t known
it was possible to fuck this slowly.
Sometimes minutes passed between Keaton’s
thrusts. Each plunge into Aiden’s channel drove a low
moan of pleasure from Aiden. Keaton reached around