Blake took off his own gi, stripping down to his underwear. He wasn’t particularly sweaty, but maybe he could entice Aaron in a little play before they showered? Or maybe during the shower?
“Blake, will you do something for me?” Aaron asked.
“Anything, puppy. What is it?”
Aaron crumpled his nose in that cute gesture that made Blake’s stomach swirl. The kid had no idea how ridiculously cute he was.
“Why is that always your first reaction, to give me what I want?”
Blake stepped close, Aaron looking at him with serious eyes. “Because I love you, and I want to make you happy. There’s little I wouldn’t do for you, you know that.”
Aaron closed the distance between them, circled his arms around Blake’s neck and put his head on Blake’s shoulder. Blake breathed his scent in, pulled him close against his body, his hands possessively on Aaron’s ass. His cock was already hard, but that was often the case when Aaron touched him. He was addictive as shit, and Blake never seemed to be able to get enough of him.
“I’m so happy when I’m with you,” Aaron sighed.
Blake smiled. “You make me happy too, my little puppy.”
Aaron’s tongue licked Blake’s chest. He decreased his hold on Aaron, giving him room to do as he pleased. He rubbed his cheek against Blake, before trailing a wet path to Blake’s left nipple.
Blake had gotten better and better at reading Aaron’s signals. There were times when all Aaron wanted to do was explore Blake’s body, and bring Blake pleasure. The kid could give amazing blow jobs, would suck his balls, and rim Blake until he saw fucking stars.
Other times Aaron had this desperate need to be filled, taken. He would care about nothing else but to have his own needs met. Blake could fuck the living daylights out of him then, and he’d come and come and come until he was too spent to even lift a finger. Blake had the feeling this happened when Aaron was upset, or emotionally out of whack about something, but he hadn’t discussed it with Aaron yet.
Aaron was licking his way down. After lavishing both Blake’s nipples with wet, hot attention, he was moving south.
“You taste so good when you’re sweaty,” Aaron said happily. “Well, you taste good, period, but I cannot get enough of you like this.”
He dragged Blake’s underwear down without asking, buried his nose in Blake’s pubes, then nuzzled his balls. His puppy had come a long way from his first tentative touches.
Blake let out an appreciative sigh, while Aaron lapped the precum from his cock.
“Come on,” Aaron said, standing up straight.
“Wait, what?”
Aaron grinned. “I want you inside me. In the shower. Easier to clean up after.”
He didn’t wait for Blake, sauntered into the locker room, confident Blake would follow. Of course, Blake would follow—he’d trail Aaron everywhere if he had to. Blake left his gi on the floor, stepped out of the underwear still pooling at his feet and made his way into the locker room as well.
Aaron stood buck naked against the shower wall, hands leaning against the wall, ass pushed all the way back.
“Hurry up, would you?” he asked.
Blake fumbled with the wallet in his jeans, managed to get the packet of lube he wanted. Seconds later, his cock was coated.
He took position behind Aaron, put his hands on the boy’s hips. “You want my cock, puppy?”
He teased him with the tip, pressing against his hole without entering.
“I swear, Blake, if you’re not inside me in ten seconds…”
He sure loved it when Aaron was like this. Sexy, wanton, impatient to be fucked. And shit, that ass was made to take cock. Aaron loved it when Blake breached him without prep.
He bent over Aaron, brought his mouth to Aaron’s ear. He licked the sensitive spot behind his ear, then gently bit his lobe. “Or you’ll do what?”
“Shit, Blake, fuck me already, would you?”
When Aaron started swearing, he’d reached his fucking limit. Blake took mercy on him, pulled his hips back and surged inside him in one powerful thrust.
“Ooohhh, fuuuuuck,” Aaron moaned.
Blake straightened himself, dug his fingers into Aaron’s hips, slid in again. He loved it when he had control like this, could angle his thrusts exactly so he’d hit Aaron’s sweet spot.
Slick, sopping noises filled the shower as Blake built a steady rhythm. Aaron didn’t come as quickly as he had in the beginning, when all he needed was Blake’s cock inside of him, but he still didn’t last very long. Blake could tell he was already close, by the tension in his body and his clenched fists against the wall.
“Come for me, puppy,” he grunted, slammed in hard. Aaron could take everything you threw at him, and Blake fucking loved it. No need to be careful here, no holding back. Blake fucked hard, and Aaron took it all with pleasure.
“Blaaaaaake!” Aaron whined. His body jerked and his cock exploded against the shower tiles.
“Good boy,” Blake praised him. He didn’t stop, didn’t need to. Aaron loved it when he fucked him through his orgasm. Sometimes he’d come again in under a minute. The kid sure had a faster recovery time than anyone Blake had ever fucked.
“Bend over, Aaron. You know you want my fat cock in your hole. Push that sexy ass back. Yeah, like that…” Blake groaned.
He’d discovered that proper, prim Aaron loved it when he talked dirty. The kid still didn’t curse outside of the bedroom, had trouble even saying “fuck” or anything similar, but he totally got off on Blake getting all dirty with him.
He fucked him hard, deep, loving every second of it. “You’re so hot and tight around my cock, Aaron. Is my cock filling you completely? You like that burning in your ass when I breach you? No prep for you, ‘cause your hole is so fucking eager for me…You were born to be fucked, puppy, born to be mine. I will never, ever get enough of your sweet ass.”
Aaron whimpered, moved back against Blake’s thrusts. His eager Aaron, so desperate for more. Blake’s skin prickled, his balls pulling tight against his body. He buried himself balls deep In Aaron one last time, then surrendered to the orgasm blasting through him. His cock jerked inside Aaron as he came, depositing his seed right where it belonged. Aaron followed him swiftly, convulsing in his arms.
Panting slightly, Blake loosened his grip on Aaron’s hips. It was always a sad moment when he had to pull out, but at least he got to see his cum smeared all over Aaron’s ass. Within minutes, it would start dripping down—his favorite thing to watch. He pulled Aaron up, his body still limp, kissed his shoulder blade before he spun him around. “Love you.”
Aaron sighed against him, melted in Blake’s embrace. “I love it when you come inside me,” he whispered.
“You love it when I talk dirty, too,” Blake said, smiling.
Another sigh. “I do.”
Blake held him, dropping light kisses on Aaron’s neck, his cheeks, his mouth until both their heartbeats had calmed down. Their spent cocks cuddled as well, happy to find each other well-sated.
“You ready to shower, puppy?”
“Yeah, I guess. I love being held like this.”
Aaron had missed out on so much physical affection in his childhood, Blake had reasoned, that he still had a lot of catching up to do. He was no psychologist, but this seemed pretty straight forward to him. Apparently, today was a needy day, as Blake called them in his head, a day where Aaron needed his proximity.
“I don’t have a lesson till this afternoon. I had planned to do some admin, but I could do that at home on the couch, so you could sit with me if you want?”
Aaron nodded. “I’d love that.” A wave of sadness flashed over his face.
“What’s wrong?” Blake asked gently. He didn’t talk easily, Aaron. Even after months of being together, Blake still had to coax him to share every single time. “Does this have something to do with what you wanted to ask me earlier?”
Aaron’s shoulders hunched. “Will you ask if we can vis
it with Josh? Maybe for lunch?”
How telling it was that Aaron didn’t dare to call his own brother to ask if he could come over. Things between him and Josh had improved, somewhat, but Aaron still felt like an outsider, a nuisance—and not entirely without reason. Josh seemed to have little need for Aaron in his life, happy as he was with Connor, Indy, and Noah.
Even his stint in the clinic hadn’t made a difference in that. Selfishly, Blake had hoped Josh would come to some sort of insight there, some revelation that he needed Aaron in his life, too, but he hadn’t even contacted Aaron immediately when he’d gotten back. They still hadn’t seen each other since Josh had gotten back five days ago. Blake wanted nothing more than to fix this, but he couldn’t. The only thing he could do was be there for Aaron, and help him as best as he could.
“Sure, sweetheart. No problem.”
“You might run into Brad. Are you sure you’d be okay with that?”
“He’s a grown man, Aaron, making his own choices. As long as it’s what he wants, I won’t interfere. Besides, from what I heard, this FBI guy is a decent fellow.”
He kissed Aaron’s forehead. “Ready for that shower now?”
“Five more minutes. Please?”
Blake pulled him close again. “Anything for you.”
* * *
Aaron’s stomach rolled a little as Blake made the turn into the driveway. Why was he still anxious about seeing Josh? It was his brother, for heaven’s sake.
He’d been so nervous he’d initially even put on one of the few boring polo shirts he had left from old Aaron, as Blake liked to call it. Blake had sent him straight back to get changed, though, telling him he wanted sexy Aaron to show up.
So he’d chosen a dark blue tank top with a sheer tunic over it that had a gorgeous abstract pattern in all shades of pink, ranging from the subtlest pastel to bright fuchsia. After debating for at least five minutes, he’d even put on a touch of mascara and a bit of lip gloss.
Maybe he was nervous, because he knew it would be a big group today. More people meant more chance of messing it up, of saying or doing the wrong thing.
Then again, Charlie, he loved. Aaron was only too happy to see him again. Brad wouldn’t be an issue, either. He’d been acting differently since Aaron had come back, had tried to make an effort to be nice to him. He could still be aloof and abrasive at times, but Aaron felt that was probably more his character and not personal. He did that to Blake too, at times. That left only Miles, the FBI agent, which was ridiculous, because Aaron had nothing to fear from him.
No, his trepidation was because of Josh. His own brother made him sick to his stomach. How sad was that? He let out a small sigh.
“You okay?” Blake asked as he parked the car.
“Yeah.” He felt like a total idiot that he’d had to ask Blake to call Josh. It was just that the thought of calling him with the possibility of being rejected was too much for him.
Blake shut off the engine, turned Aaron’s head toward him with a soft grip on his chin. “It’ll be fine, puppy. I won’t let anything happen to you, you know that.”
He nodded, a warm feeling replacing his fear. Blake had him. He had nothing to worry about. “Let’s go inside.”
Indy let them in, and the solid hug he gave Aaron made his stomach settle a little. “It’s lovely to see you, Aaron.”
Apparently, Indy had forgotten about the awkward first encounter they’d had, where Aaron had asked him out. Even thinking about it made Aaron cringe inside. He’d been such an idiot back then.
Then Charlie came right up to him, and hugged him tight. “Aaron, honey, it’s so good to see you!”
Aaron held him close, reveling in the feeling that someone was actually happy to see him.
Charlie gave him a thorough once-over when he’d let him go. “That top looks gorgeous on you!”
“Thank you,” he said, touching it self-consciously.
Charlie reached up to cup his chin, critically studied Aaron’s very basic makeup. “You could do with a bit more color, honey, especially on your eyes. I can show you if you want. I’ve got my whole kit here.”
Aaron blushed, acutely aware of everyone watching their exchange. Charlie meant well, but this was the last thing Aaron wanted, to have everyone focus on how feminine he looked. “That’s okay, really.”
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked around to find his brother behind him. “I think that would look great on you,” Josh said, squeezing his shoulder.
Aaron tried to blink away the sudden tears in his eyes. This was so not what he had been expecting. “Thank you,” he managed, his voice barely audible.
Josh gave his shoulder another squeeze before he let go. “You’ve got time before we eat.”
Emboldened, Aaron nodded to Charlie. Charlie held out his hand, and they walked over to his bedroom. “Sit,” Charlie pointed and Aaron obediently sat down on the bed.
Charlie rummaged around in a closet and came back with a huge makeup kit. “How have you been?” Aaron asked, unsure of how to word it.
Charlie sighed. “I’m okay, I guess. Physically, I’ve healed.”
He started wiping Aaron’s mascara off with a makeup remover wipe. “And emotionally?” Aaron dared to ask.
“I talked to Brad a lot,” Charlie said after a while. “It helped. A little. But I still feel stupid as fuck for staying so long. I mean, you saw me when I did your makeup that night Blake took you to Flirt. You knew he’d hit me. Why did I go back?”
Aaron kept his eyes closed since Charlie was still busy removing the little makeup he’d put on, so he could only guess Charlie’s state of mind by the tone of his voice. What could he say to make him feel better? Was there any such thing? Words seemed woefully inadequate. Still, he would try.
“All I can remember feeling since I hit puberty was shame. Shame over my body’s response to stimuli. Shame over being attracted to boys.” He swallowed. Charlie deserved honesty here. Pretending wouldn’t help him. “And then shame over pretending to be someone and something I wasn’t. Shame over how I treated Josh. Shame over this desire to be pretty. Shame over wanting Blake to take care of me.”
Charlie had stopped cleaning his eye, so he opened them. “I grew up in a culture that seemed aimed at making you ashamed of who you were. And it’s wrong. Shame is a debilitating emotion that sucks you dry and leaves you with nothing but hatred and bitterness toward yourself. That’s not you, Charlie. You’re light. You’re happy. You have this joy inside you. Don’t let shame steal that. Don’t let Zack take that from you. He’s not worth it. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
He wasn’t sure if it made sense, what he had said. It sure had sounded more eloquent in his head.
“He’s right, sweetie,” Brad said. Aaron turned his head to find him leaning against the doorpost. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, and especially not where it concerns Zach.”
Brad’s tone was different than Aaron had ever heard him before. Softer, gentle. He’d known Brad and Charlie were best friends, but it was good to see Brad so caring toward him.
Charlie sighed. “My head knows you’re right, but my heart doesn’t want to accept it yet.”
Brad walked over, kissed Charlie on his head. “You’ll get there.”
Aaron was watching Charlie when Brad kissed him, and for a second Charlie’s face displayed such love, that Aaron knew instantly he was in love. With Brad. Wow, how would that end?
Brad wanted to let go, but Charlie grabbed his wrist. “The same is true for you, Brad.”
Aaron frowned. What was Charlie talking about?
Brad shot Aaron a dark look, as if threatening him not to say anything. Yeah, like he was that stupid. He wasn’t getting anywhere near this, whatever it was.
“Drop it, sweetie,” Brad told Charlie.
Aaron noticed that even though Brad’s eyes were shooting daggers, his tone toward Charlie was still soft. This was mighty interesting—not that he was gonna get himself involved in any
way. He wasn’t touching this with a ten-foot pole, not now that Brad finally seemed to warm up to him a little.
Charlie sighed. “Okay, but we’ll talk about this later.”
He turned back toward Aaron. “Okay, I’m thinking shades of pink since it will match your gorgeous tunic. Sound good?”
Aaron nodded.
Charlie opened his massive makeup kit and started rummaging through it, taking out items and lining them up. Aaron had to smile a little. Charlie took his makeup very seriously, and it was heartwarming to see.
“Can I watch?” Brad asked.
“I don’t care, do you, Aaron?” Charlie asked. Aaron loved that he checked.
“It’s fine,” Aaron said. He kept his face as neutral as possible, but inwardly he was grinning like crazy. How did these two not see they were in love with each other?
“Close your eyes, honey,” Charlie said. “I’m gonna start with a little primer, just like last time.”
He expertly put on various layers of eyeshadow while Brad asked him questions every now and then. Aaron was content to listen in, enjoying the unspoken attraction between these two.
“Okay, open your eyes,” Charlie told Aaron. He held out a mirror for Aaron to study himself. “See what I did? It’s three shades of pink. It’s subtle enough for now, but you can make it much bolder for a night out. Or throw in a little glitter eye shadow. Now, let’s do the mascara.”
Putting on mascara was hard, Aaron had discovered. He still poked himself in the eye every now and then, which made your eye tear up, which in turn made your mascara run. And he still hit his eyelids regularly, or the skin between his lower lashes. That was infuriating, because getting that off meant also removing the makeup underneath. It took a steady hand and a lot of patience, he’d discovered.
“You’re really good at that,” Miles’ voice suddenly sounded.
Charlie let out a little squeal and jerked his hand, which caused Aaron to clinch his eyes shut in reflex.
“Shit! Dammit, Miles, you scared the crap out of me!” Charlie snapped. “Didn’t they teach you to never scare a man putting on mascara?”
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