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Spark & Stone - 7. Who’s This Nice Guy?

Chapter Seven – Who’s This Nice Guy?

Okay, okay, so he had to be completely out of his frigging mind to go through that and live to tell the tale. Well, that was definitely an exaggeration, but Aidan felt the need to do precisely that. Because as soon as he had gotten home, he had slipped under the covers, in bed, and …

Sort of jerked off furiously while replaying in his mind how Heathcliff - frigging Stone! - had touched his dick and even took it into his mouth for like eight-ten seconds or so. Half an hour later, he was sweaty, wasted, and in no mood for a shower, which he knew he needed to take.

If that had been so hot, how hot exactly would full-fledged sex with Heathcliff have to be? Aidan whimpered as he walked toward the bathroom. His dick was oversensitive, and he could not give himself another hand, no matter how much he wanted to.

While there, with Heathcliff, he had managed to joke and say whatever just to seem cool and totally fine with hooking up with someone who had the looks of an Adonis and the reputation of a Don Juan, the gay version.

But inside … well, inside, he was a huge mess right now. Good thing Heathcliff hadn’t seemed bothered by his lack of experience. A few times, he had almost choked while sucking off the guy. What an experience that had been, Aidan thought, as he stepped under the water jet.

By all accounts, Heathcliff was way, way out of his league. So what was that all about? It felt rather nice that Heathcliff had picked him in blind, so to speak, seeing how they had first hooked up over that dating app. Ah, he needed to delete his profile.

Aidan stopped for a second while soaping his body. Was he really going to obey every word Heathcliff said? For a moment, he considered rebellion. But, what lay in balance was well worth it. Maybe the man would touch him again, and maybe, just maybe, Aidan would see what a real blowjob felt like.

What little experience he had, while he liked to think that it did include trading blowjobs, was not particularly rich in that category. At least if he were to consider how many times he had been on the receiving end.

So, he was, after all, willing to play to Heathcliff’s tune, he thought after a not so long debate. Well, all that happy banter that was going to and fro between them seemed to work. And Aidan was pretty much satisfied with taking what was offered.

Of course, that wasn’t a reason to feel particularly proud of himself. His mom and dad had taught him better than to obey the whims of a spoiled fitness guru or whatever. Seeing how he had so far managed to save face while interacting with Heathcliff, that meant that he was handling himself well.

Was he? No, Aidan shook his head, as he wiped his body with a large fluffy towel. He wasn’t thinking in such negative terms of himself. If he was obeying Heathcliff’s whims, it was because he had decided to do so. Not someone else.

Ah, damn, he needed to send his boss a message and tell him about the change of plans. There was a chance that the man would ask him to come straight to work the next day, and then he could tell Heathcliff he hadn’t managed to convince his boss to leave him off the hook, just because the star of their commercials wanted that to happen.

That was going to work out rather nicely, Aidan thought. He wasn’t going to bend the knee, so to speak, to Heathcliff, and the guy was not going to be able to hold it against him. Now that sounded like a way out.

If someone had asked him what exactly he was afraid of, he would say that he didn’t feel exactly gutsy enough to face Heathcliff Stone so soon. He had had Heathlclif’s cock in his mouth, and, although briefly, his cock had been in the other’s mouth.

Damn, he wasn’t going to get any sleep if he kept doing that. With a sigh, he grabbed his phone. There was a way out of this if his boss didn’t reply to his message at all and tell him that he didn’t need to bend to Heathcliff’s desires.

“Sorry for the late message, boss. Heathcliff Stone wants me to go over some marketing materials tomorrow first thing.”

There. He sent the message. It was short, to the point, and also not very convincing. For minutes, his phone remained silent, and he felt that he could breathe freely. He was off the hook. He wasn’t going to spend tomorrow in the company of that homme fatale, and he was going to be okay.

His phone pinged, and his heart sank a little.

“Do what you have to, Spark. And keep the guy away from trouble.”

Ah, damn it, Aidan cursed, and he put the phone cautiously on the nightstand. Then he needed more than just his beauty sleep. He needed all his strength to face Heathcliff tomorrow. Yeah, he could be the perfect professional, after all. And that was the strategy he needed to count on.

***

Aidan touched his hair gingerly, wishing he could have a last look in a mirror, to see if he looked fine. As he waited in front of Heathcliff’s door, he almost felt like running away. Last night, it had all seemed extraordinary, erotic, and mind-blowing, but, in the light of the day, how would they face each other?

He gulped a few times nervously. The not so imaginary knot in his throat made it difficult to breathe. Maybe he could make a run for it? But …

The door opened, and Heathcliff welcomed him with a radiating smile.

“You’re punctual. I like that,” Heathcliff said.

“Of course,” Aidan replied. “It’s not professional to be late to business meetings.”

“Business meetings? You think that’s what’s happening?” Heathcliff chuckled.

“We’re not allowed to fool around during work hours.” Aidan put both his hands up as if he were waiting for the other to jump him on the spot.

“Fool around?” Heathcliff watched him closely, and Aidan almost felt the need to take a step back.

Why did Heathcliff have to look amazing in anything he wore? Right now, he was dressed in a white tank top and sports shorts, and Aidan could barely keep his eyes off his beautiful arms. Or chest. Damn, that chest was like sculpted in marble. And it was easy for Aidan to make out its shape through the tight-fitting fabric.

“Did you get enough sleep?” Heathcliff hovered closer.

Aidan could smell the scent of whatever shower gel Heathcliff was using. In some parallel universe, that had to be the scent of sex appeal.

“Of course,” he protested right away.

“Funny, because I think you were daydreaming right now.”

“I wasn’t daydreaming,” Aidan said, keeping his cool.

“Yes, you were,” Heathcliff contradicted him. “Did you have breakfast?”

“Yeah, I had breakfast. Are we going somewhere or are we just spending some time in the door, talking nonsense?” Aidan pretended to be courageous.

“What did you have for breakfast?” Heathcliff came even closer.

“Food,” he replied and licked his lips nervously.

Heathcliff had no idea about what personal space meant. They were so close now that only a couple of inches were needed for their noses to touch.

“As your owner, I need to see to your eating habits,” Heathcliff said with a sort of finality Aidan was sure he didn’t like.

Aidan smiled, too. “Damn, you really think that’s how it is. You’re not my owner.”

“Really, Sparky? Now, who’s a good boy?”

Heathcliff was talking in that annoying voice people used to converse with their pets.

“Cut it out.” Aidan got annoyed for real this time. “Now where should I take you, Your Highness? I remember clearly that you wanted to be chauffeured around. By the way, this is the only time I’m lying for you. I told my boss I would look over some marketing materials with you.” He pointed a finger accusatorily at Heathcliff.

“We will do that, too, sure.” Heathcliff shrugged and finally decided to close the door behind him.

Then he took Aidan by the shoulders so that they could walk toward the car.

“Isn’t this a little too …” Aidan tried to shrug the man off.

“No, it’s not.” Heathcliff squeezed him harder. “Have you forgotten your current status so easily? You belong to me, bunny boy.”

“I don’t belong to you,” Aidan protested. “Stop it with all the teasing.”

“Or else what?” Heathcliff laughed. “And stop fretting so much. As much as the idea of morning sex appeals to me, it usually happens after my bed partner spends the night.”

“And what’s that got to do with anything?” Aidan wondered out loud.

“C’mon, pet. I know very well why you’re like a hedgehog under the siege of a dozen owls.”

“Oh, of course, you know everything.” Aidan glared. “Owls don’t hunt in packs. Actually, they’re pretty solitary creatures.”

“Of course, I do know everything. At least, I know everything when it involves you. You’re thinking about the blowjob you didn’t get.” Heathcliff seemed to ignore his rambles about owls completely.

Aidan blushed and pulled open the car door.

“Get inside the car already, Stone.” He hid his embarrassment about being read so easily. “And don’t expect me to hold the door for you.”

Heathcliff laughed and sauntered to the other side. After climbing behind the wheel, Aidan reached for the door on Heathcliff’s side to open it.

And now his entire car would smell of Heathcliff’s expensive shower gel. Damn, he was in hell.

***

Heathcliff wanted nothing else than to grab Aidan, call it a day, even if it wasn’t even eight am, and drag the young man back to the house. What was going to happen after that, not even he dared to think about for no other reason than the fact that he needed to show that he could rein in his attraction toward the corporate bunny.

The fact that Aidan was trying to put on a brave face and pretend he wasn’t affected made the entire situation even more delicious than it already was. There was just something about Aidan Spark, something that made the guy unique, special. Heathcliff could categorize his bed partners in many ways. There were people who had sex with him for favors, there were those who thought a wild night with Heathcliff made them look good, and there were also bed partners who just wanted to see what it was like, and then brag to their friends …

Heathcliff could not remember the last time when someone had had sex with him just for him. Of course, he could write down Aidan’s attraction toward him as nothing but curiosity and also a common appeal toward a celebrity. He wasn’t as big as Hollywood stars, or musicians with Billboard hits, but Heathcliff knew he was sort of a celebrity, too.

Nonetheless, there was something in Aidan’s eyes when he was looking at him that Heathcliff hadn’t seen in his bed partners’ eyes in an eternity. Aidan liked him not just because he was a fitness guru with a strong following on social media.

Aidan was looking at him like Heathcliff was everything he wanted. There was nothing but pure, naked desire in those pretty eyes. And that was making him all giddy inside. Like he could not wait to see Aidan again.

Despite all the teasing, Heathcliff truly wanted Aidan, too. It was dangerous to feel this vulnerable. Some people, if not most, would have jumped at the opportunity to use that. Except that Aidan was doing nothing of the kind.

If he had wanted an opportunity to score with a B-list celebrity, he would have asked for it by now. Also, if he had wanted to work some angle and demand favors, he could have done it already. But Aidan was fighting the attraction, and that was making Heathcliff genuinely excited about the whole deal.

Maybe Aidan was nothing but a corporate bunny, after all. Even that sense of duty was endearing Heathcliff toward Aidan. He valued his work. With so many people around not giving a damn about such a thing, except for waiting for the next paycheck or hoping to strike it big, as if life’s pleasures were handed on a silver platter like lottery winnings to anyone but those who worked hard to get them, that was unique.

And it was something they had in common, Heathcliff realized. He valued his work, too, no matter how superficial others considered him. He wanted to help people get in shape, do even a little to change bad habits, and reap the benefits of their hard work. It wasn’t some smugness or idiotic attitude that had made so many people follow him on social media and watch his videos. Heathcliff wanted to believe that he was giving something back to those who listened to his advice.

Aidan complained. “Can I know where we’re going? All you’ve done so far was to gesture for me to make left or right.”

Heathcliff shook his head. By nature, he wasn’t a particularly meditative person. Yet, it appeared that Aidan made him think. He bet the bunny would have laughed at that. But there was nothing to laugh about.

Aidan was making quite an impression on him. And now he wanted to make an impression on Aidan, as well, one that went beyond the image of a gay playboy who also happened to post fitness videos on social media. Heathcliff knew he needed to make Aidan understand why fitness and physical wellbeing mattered to him and were an essential part of his life.

***

“Where are we?” Aidan asked as he looked at the entrance with revolving metal doors.

The building seemed to be located in a less affluent area of the city, although it was new and modern. Multiple businesses appeared to be located there, so Aidan had no idea what Heathcliff had in mind.

Heathcliff just smiled all knowingly and took out from his rucksack an ID card which he handed to the man tending the reception desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Stone,” the man, way into his seventies, with a dignified countenance that reminded Aidan of butlers he had seen in movies, saluted Heathcliff. “Always bright and early, right? Ah, I see you brought a friend?” he asked while scribbling down something in a large register that was hidden from view.

“A good morning to you, too, Mr. Johnson,” Heathcliff replied cheerfully. “Yes, today I brought someone with me. I hope that’s fine.”

“Of course it is. Any friend of yours is welcome here, Mr. Stone.” The old man handed back his card. “A few patients are already here, and I’m sure they will be excited to see you today.”

Patients? Aidan could feel his ears twitching. Now his curiosity was piqued. For the moment, he saluted the receptionist and followed Heathcliff, who was already walking down a hallway in his usual purposeful stride, after wishing Mr. Johnson a good day.

He almost stopped dead in his tracks when they entered a large room appointed with what looked like exercising equipment. Not that it was a surprise to discover that Heathcliff was taking him to a place that was fitness related. The surprise came from the people who were already there. A mother with a toddler was sitting on a mat, and she was busy communicating with him in the unique language that only young children and their parents could understand.

Other guests included an old man who was slowly walking on a treadmill while a short woman dressed in green overalls was guiding him, talking to him softly, as well as a lady in her early thirties who seemed to have troubles keeping her hands in her lap as she was resting on a long bench.

“How are my favorite people today?” Heathcliff said using his signature energetic voice Aidan knew well from the man’s videos.

Suddenly, the room became animated, with everyone busy welcoming Heathcliff. Even the woman on the bench tried to sit straighter, and her eyes lit up.

The short woman in green overalls turned toward them.

“So happy to see you today, Heath. Could you please see to Mrs. Simmons? And then little Andy?”

“Sure thing, Dee,” Heathcliff replied. “My friend is here with me to see how I work. I hope it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all,” the woman replied. “You two are more than welcome.”

“This is Aidan,” Heathcliff pointed at him.

The entire room said, in multiple voices, “Hi, Aidan.”

He murmured a reply and sat on the bench when the woman pointed at him. No matter how he looked at things, he could not believe his eyes. A center for physiotherapy was the last place he had expected Heathcliff to take him to.

As he stood there, in a bit of shocked silence, Heathcliff knelt next to the lady with the twitchy hands and began speaking to her in a low voice. Then he helped her to what looked like a massage table in a corner where he started to examine her arms slowly.

The next hour, Aidan spent in a haze, his eyes never leaving Heathcliff as he moved from one patient to another, offering help and advice. When the toddler grabbed Heathcliff’s thumbs with both his tiny hands, and he began helping him move his arms up and down, Aidan was sure he needed to pinch himself.

Who was this nice guy?

***

“How come I don’t know about this? And what is it, exactly?” Aidan questioned, as soon as they were outside.

Heathcliff grinned at him. “Maybe you didn’t do your homework, bunny boy.”

“Seriously? I know everything that moves on your social media. I mean, I have to, for my job and all,” Aidan said quickly and pretended to play with his car keys to hide his embarrassment.

“Well, I never post anything about what I do here on social media,” Heathcliff said.

“Why?” Aidan asked as they climbed into the car. “This is, as my boss would put it, advertising gold. Plus, very family-friendly.”

“Nah, this is not something I want to brag about. This is something I do because I feel that it’s more important than anything.”

“Is it true? What that lady said? You’re volunteering here?”

“Yes,” Heathcliff said with a small shrug. “Does it surprise you?” he added with a broad smile.

“Sort of. I mean, you were really great there.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Heathcliff feigned affront. “I’m always great!”

“Oh, shut up.” Aidan shook his head, trying hard to shake off the smile he felt creeping in. “Come on, Stone, out with it. The big ‘why’. What is it?”

“First of all, tell me what you think,” Heathcliff insisted.

“Really? Okay. I’m impressed. Wait. Was this for me?”

“Yes. I definitely wanted you to see this part of me.”

Aidan looked ahead, pretending to be more focused on his driving than he really was. His heart was beating just a tiny bit faster than usual.

“Why?” he croaked, and coughed, trying to regain his voice.

“It looks like I need to score some points with you.”

“Are you kidding me? Are you trying to impress your dates by showing them you can be generous with your time and skills?”

Heathcliff laughed. “Are we on a date? I thought it was a business meeting or something of the kind. To answer your question, I actually wanted you to know me a little better. Also, to answer your question about the ‘why’, here it is. I give money to charity, sure. But I’m doing this because I believe it is more effective than giving away cash, cash you never know for sure if it actually gets to the people who really need it.”

Aidan pondered for a moment.

“So you’re a nice guy, Stone?” He tried to tread lightly.

“Of course I’m a nice guy.” Heathcliff smiled affably. “So what do you think of me now?”

“I think,” Aidan swallowed slowly, not to give himself away, “that you really are a nice guy.”

***

Heathcliff could feel the bunny getting a bit skittish. What was that all about? After all, he had tried to make Aidan more at ease, by showing him that he could be a decent human being and he wouldn’t jump him the moment they saw each other. Yet, it seemed like everything he did was making the other more nervous with each minute they spent together.

After leaving the center, they had gone to the tennis court, where Heathcliff had almost forced Aidan to change into a t-shirt and shorts that he had brought with him as extra, knowing that the bunny wasn’t going to bring his own. Aidan was already affronted by the mere idea that they would play hooky on a workday.

On the tennis court, Heathcliff had given Aidan a run for his money, but the bunny had lost honorably. He was such a good kid, despite being twenty-two, that Heathcliff wanted to smooch him right there, on the court, with the occasional passersby watching. Of course, again, seeing how he needed to behave exemplarily for the day, he had opted to keep his cool.

After a healthy lunch, they were now back at Heathcliff’s place. And Aidan was hovering in the door like he had no idea whether he was going to put a foot inside or not.

“Aren’t we going over that marketing strategy you talked about with your boss?” Heathcliff asked, eyeing the uneasy bunny who was now switching from one foot to another. “Come inside.”

Aidan slid inside like a burglar much aware that, at any point, he could trigger the alarm, but was willing to take a chance anyway. It was this combination of caution and daring attitude that made Heathcliff so intrigued by Aidan. For the most part, his casual encounters were easy to read. Maybe they weren’t hiding like Aidan was. As he had admitted, he was not out at work and rightfully, he didn’t want any complications.

“Do your parents know?” Heathcliff asked, all of a sudden, following his train of thought.

Aidan stared at him quizzically. “Know what?”

They had moved to the rattan table on the patio, and Aidan had been busy for a few minutes now to explain everything on a tablet he seemed to carry all the time in his car. Heathcliff hadn’t paid much attention, too busy with examining his guest. It was strange how much one could observe just by watching.

Aidan liked his work. It wasn’t something people as young as him could often be found guilty of. So the professional mask wasn’t just an act.

“Do they know you’re gay?”

Aidan pushed himself back into his chair, blushed, and then looked straight at his host.

“They do. Can we focus on what we need to do here? I really don’t want to go back to my boss with nothing to show. He’ll start suspecting I ditched work for no reason at all, other than snatching a free day.”

“You seem to respond well to authority figures,” Heathcliff said with a small smile.

The pretty brown eyes shot up again. Aidan was doing that a lot. His eyes were moving about, observing details, and then they suddenly set on the other party, keen on finding out what everything was all about. He was all about finding answers.

“Why do I feel like everything must be sexual with you?” Aidan asked. “Like right now, I’m certain you’re thinking about something like BDSM and what not.”

“Not everything is sexual with me,” Heathcliff retorted. “Actually, I think you’re the one to make it so.”

Aidan scoffed. “Sure, sure. C’mon, don’t tell me you’re not trying to drag me into some conversation that has nothing to do with what we have to do here. Like how well I respond to orders.”

Heathcliff laughed wholeheartedly. “How well do you respond to orders?” he leaned over the table and looked into Aidan’s eyes.

The other made a move like he wanted to push himself back even further, but in the end, he stood his ground. Good. Heathcliff liked staring into his eyes from so up close.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Aidan said with defiance. “You’re not my boss, by the way.”

“Oh, I can make you take orders and love it, bunny boy,” Heathcliff replied.

“Seriously? You can’t.” Aidan set his chin up to show he wasn’t intimidated.

“Oh, yeah? Let’s just put that to the test, shall we?”

Aidan’s eyes narrowed. “I have a feeling I won’t like what you have in mind.”

“Oh, you will. But, of course, as an untrained pet, you’ll fight a little. Let’s take a shower.”

Aidan seemed taken aback. “Why? We showered at the tennis court.”

Heathcliff grinned. “Yeah, quickly and separately. Now I do enjoy taking long showers, and it’s even better when there’s company. So join me?”

Aidan opened his mouth, most likely to protest, but then he reconsidered. “Are you going to behave? You’re a nice guy now, after all.”

“Don’t count on that.” Heathcliff laughed. “I’m a carnivore and much in the mood for bunny.”

Aidan guffawed. “C’mon, that’s the only bad joke you could think of? I was expecting something about my meat in your mouth or something.”

“Do you happen to have an oral obsession, Spark? Because I see you have no issues reminding me of my promise.”

Aidan looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I do not!” he chose to fake indignation.

“Okay. Then let’s hit the shower.”

“I was joking. I’m not going to shower with you,” Aidan mumbled, and now his eyes were darting sideways as if he was trying to find a way out.

“You will, or I’ll complain to your boss that you’re not working hard enough to earn your keep.”

“You wouldn’t have the guts!”

“Oh, you have no idea what I can do to have it my way. Blackmail is not beneath me.”

“So I see,” Aidan said dryly. “That was enough Mr. Nice Guy for today, huh?”

Heathcliff smiled, sure of himself, and stretched out his hand. “You’ll not regret it, cross my heart.”

Aidan seemed a bit hesitant as he stood up and eventually took the offered hand. But his fingers curled over Heathcliff’s without any of that caution that seemed to be part of his personality.

TBC

Thank you, guys, for reading! Heathcliff is doing his best to show his nice side to Aidan, but if he does a good job or not, you be the judge :)
 
Please let me know what you think in the comments, or just leave a reaction - in case Heathcliff did manage to make you react :) I am over the moon each time I get a new notification. Really, guys, you're awesome, I've rarely met a community that comments, reacts, and is overall amazing, as it is here. Also, my editor, as usual, did a great job. 
 
Until next time,
Hugs,
Laura.
 
 

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Hum great chapter like always 

Maybe i think too much

But Heatcliff going so deep the he's not going even to know that 😂😂

Et en plus vu comme les chose se déroulent les entre les protagonistes je pense qu'on va devoir attendre encore 2 ou 3 chapitres connaissant le style de l'auteur 😉

Mais bon ce sont ces ingredients qui definisse une bonne histoire

Pour l'instant c'est un Heatcliff en mode seducteur et conquerant et j'admire qu'il n'a même pas le control e sous le charme de notre Bunny Boy 

Thank you 

Laura

 

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  On 3/24/2019 at 4:49 PM, travlbug said:

Yes, Aidan, of course you'll do everything Heath tells you to because it's actually “your decision.” (I admire your independence. :gikkle:)

 

Why, Aidan, of course you're the “perfect professional.”  (What's unprofessional about a dick in your mouth? You look good that way! :yes:)

 

Ok, Aidan, you're at Heathcliff's front door:  “In the light of the day, how would they face each other?” (So do a 69! 🤗)

 

As your owner, I need to see to your eating habits,” Heathcliff said….   Actually, Heath. I think we all know what he wants to eat. 😏

 

Heathcliff knew he needed to make Aidan understand wy fitness and physical wellbeing mattered to him….   Of course, Heathcliff, it's what let's you get from round 2 to round 3! 💪

 

Wow, Heathcliff a volunteer at a physiotherapy center?  And humble about it, too! (See, Aiden, Heath is not simply a sex-crazed maniac, he's a sex-crazed maniac with a heart! 😊)

 

Finally, Heathcliff, I’m glad to see you showering with Aidan, as it's much more hygienic to wash your food before you eat it! 😂

 

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Oh, let's just leave Aidan a little bit the impression that he's actually in control of anything at all! As for having the correct professional look, omg, is it too much that I found any pic with a guy in a suit in the 'situation' you described crazy hot? 

 

A 69 is always a good solution when you don't want to face someone! Why haven't I thought of it? You're right about what Aidan would like to have in his mouth, hi hi hi. 

 

As for our dearest Heath, it's, I hope, no surprise to anyone that he's a bit of an ass, and I say that with all the affection I have for one of my many fictional sons. And he does have a heart, somewhere, I promise!

 

But at least he has good habits, like washing his food before eating it!

 

Thanks so much! As always, you're a riot!

 

 

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  On 3/24/2019 at 6:20 PM, AKA983 said:

Hum great chapter like always 

Maybe i think too much

But Heatcliff going so deep the he's not going even to know that 😂😂

Et en plus vu comme les chose se déroulent les entre les protagonistes je pense qu'on va devoir attendre encore 2 ou 3 chapitres connaissant le style de l'auteur 😉

Mais bon ce sont ces ingredients qui definisse une bonne histoire

Pour l'instant c'est un Heatcliff en mode seducteur et conquerant et j'admire qu'il n'a même pas le control e sous le charme de notre Bunny Boy 

Thank you 

Laura

 

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Ma cherie, you're not thinking too much at all :) Actually, Heath has no idea what he's getting himself into at all. He is the seducer in all this, but whild his attention is carefully trained on making Aidan succumb to his assault of the most erotic nature, he forgets the door to other vital organs wide open, lol.

 

I laughed when I read that you believe that it will take me at least two or three chapters to let you all know what happens between the two characters, and I think I might offer you a nice - and hopefully delicious - surprise next time. But don't count on me to be be good all the time, lol!

 

Thank you for being so supportive of me and my writing style! I also like that you're getting me to brush off my French a little, and I'm so glad when I understand everything you say :)

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  On 3/24/2019 at 7:30 PM, droughtquake said:

It is surprising that Heath not only volunteers with physiotherapy patients, but doesn’t brag about it on social media. The fact that everyone knew who he was confirms that he’s a frequent visitor. Heath is not quite as shallow as we were led to believe at the beginning of the story!

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Ah, thank you for this beautiful comment :)

 

Heath has, as most people, multiple facets that make up his personality. He wants to show them to Aidan, and, as @travlbug pointed it out, he has a heart! The way he does the showing is a bit questionable, but I'm glad to see that you're on Heath's side :) (And yeah, he might not be that shallow)

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  On 3/24/2019 at 7:57 PM, Laura S. Fox said:

 

Oh, that was so cute ... how you see Aidan. And, actually, that's completely true. I think that we all tend to do that when we are young, and see ourselves bigger than we are, lol!

 

Thank you for not hating me for my cliffhangers :) Readers speculating about this or that outcome always make my day. My stories are journeys between point A and point B, but there could be so many ramifications, and I only have to settle for one. People who read them can imagine anything they like, and I think that's pretty awesome! Thank you for your nice comment!

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I honestly have a love hate relationship with your cliffhangers because i just wanna be a human sponge to all your stories and absorb them but i also love them because i can always branch out in my imagination and have the story pan out in an entirely different way.

Also, i get so happy when you reply to my comments and go gaga over it because you're my favorite author on GA and it means so much to me and i always wanna tell you how good your stories are but I'm too shy and nervous in general and back out. :( Even this took 30 minutes of contemplation whether i should comment or not 

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  On 3/24/2019 at 9:40 PM, Kkh said:

I honestly have a love hate relationship with your cliffhangers because i just wanna be a human sponge to all your stories and absorb them but i also love them because i can always branch out in my imagination and have the story pan out in an entirely different way.

Also, i get so happy when you reply to my comments and go gaga over it because you're my favorite author on GA and it means so much to you and i always wanna tell you how good your stories are but I'm too shy and nervous in general and back out. :( Even this took 30 minutes of contemplation whether i should comment or not 

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Ah, I feel so flattered that you enjoy my stories so much and that you think so highly as me as a writer :) Please comment to your heart's content! Part of what makes the experience of writing so enjoyable is that I can exchange ideas with peoole who read what I write, and, so far, GA has proven the most user-friendly experience. Other websites are not by far as functional and easy to use when it comes to commenting, replying to other comments, and overall interacting with others.

 

So don't hesitate to tell me what you think. That really makes my day! Hugs!

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  On 3/24/2019 at 11:53 PM, Brokenbind said:

I have a feeling that the bunny might actually be winning.  Heathcliff doesn't completely realise he is besotted yet.  It will be interesting when he discovers it's both want and need he's feeling.

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You'e not at all far from the truth :) Heathcliff will come to that realization at some point. The question is: what is he going to do with it? 

 

Thank you for commenting!

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The hidden acts of kindness we do show the real person...behind the fears, bravado, expectations, and “airs.” It’s always a challenge being that authentic person more often and in more circumstances. I like seeing how Heath catches himself having these vulnerable moments with Aiden...and then washes it off with a nice, long shower.  😂 I’m rooting for these guys because true love breaks us, saves us, and changes us. 

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  On 3/25/2019 at 3:28 AM, mikeinatl said:

The hidden acts of kindness we do show the real person...behind the fears, bravado, expectations, and “airs.” It’s always a challenge being that authentic person more often and in more circumstances. I like seeing how Heath catches himself having these vulnerable moments with Aiden...and then washes it off with a nice, long shower.  😂 I’m rooting for these guys because true love breaks us, saves us, and changes us. 

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We do have what are called masks that we all use in our interactions with the world. And I just thought Heath, of all characters, should have them, and that the 'playboy' persona could not be the real him, or maybe part of him, but not truly him. He, he, I like how you said that he washes off the new sensation with a long shower. That's like him, too, I guess.

 

Thank you for rooting for them. Like all my characters, they have my love. Hugs!

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  On 3/25/2019 at 7:29 AM, droughtquake said:

I hate speaking in to crowds, but I used to put on my Volunteer Mask when I’d make an announcement at the local Gay community center about the AIDS organization I volunteered for.

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Then it definitely helps, which why these masks are for, after all. And you're to be admired. I have total stage fright. And I mean it. My mind goes all blank. Thank God I didn't have to speak in front of an audience since I was very little and had to participate in school events.

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  On 3/25/2019 at 7:39 AM, Laura S. Fox said:

I have total stage fright. And I mean it. My mind goes all blank. Thank God I didn't have to speak in front of an audience since I was very little and had to participate in school events.

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I’m just like you, but I decided that I needed to make an announcement every week to try to recruit new volunteers and to keep the organization’s mission on everybody’s mind. This was back in 1990 and I kept my commitment for that year, but it was too much of a burden to continue the following year. It also had the effect of making me known to all the guys who attended the Monday Night Men’s Groups – people got me confused with the Facilitators who ran the ‘rap’ groups though (the center had its roots in the early ‘70s). I only keep in contact with a few of the people I met through that experience, most of them are people I only see at Frameline film festival every year.

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