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Spark & Stone - 18. A Bit Of Fun

Chapter Eighteen – A Bit Of Fun

It was a hassle to get up early and rush to his place so that he could get into clean clothes before heading to work, but he could not complain. Heathcliff had waked him up slowly, with a hand job, and later, had served him with pancakes, some healthy version of them, of which the man had spoken fondly while explaining to Aidan how he had stumbled over the recipe in his never-ending quest for healthy eats.

Aidan had only half-listened, for no other reason that his head was too full with what was happening. The only thing he could be satisfied with was that he could only wish for this status quo to last for as long as possible. He was still bewildered by everything, and he could not fathom why Heathcliff was giving up on his precious freedom to be with him.

Okay, so there were NDAs and other stuff that would put a span in the works if Heathcliff wanted to fool around, but that could not be all. For starters, Heathcliff must have had at least several special friends ready to cater to his need to go under the radar without feeling awkward about having them sign NDAs.

Yet, Heathcliff preferred him. And that was absolutely a surprise because Aidan was pretty sure he could not compete, not by a mile, with the kind of men who usually shared Heathcliff’s bed.

Whatever it was, it was to his advantage. Why was he dissatisfied? He could not be that dumb. Anyone he knew would have told him to seize the opportunity and have fun. Nothing was wrong with that, right?

Well, maybe not anyone. His parents would have told him to seek a healthy, beautiful relationship with someone ready to share more than just a bed with him.

But he was sharing more than the bed with Heathcliff already, he argued with himself as he continued his train of thought. The man had made pancakes for him, right that very morning. That had to count for something.

Who was he kidding? The truth was, after some of the blood from his cock had come back to his brain, he could not stop himself from seeing the situation for what it truly was. He, Aidan Spark, had somehow managed to become Heathcliff Stone’s sex toy for convenience’s sake and only that.

He should have been content with that explanation. But Heathcliff did more than fuck him. They were kissing … all right, people who fucked often kissed, that wasn’t that special, right? Also, they were cuddling. Again, that could not be that uncommon between people who had sex together.

It felt like Heathcliff was trying to seduce him. The realization struck him, fortunately, while he was still waiting for the light to change. Not that he hadn’t thought of that before, but he had brushed it off as something that Heathcliff used to tease him.

But why would Heathcliff want to do that? Wasn’t it enough that Aidan practically obeyed his every whim – not that he complained, he needed to repeat that to himself – without protesting?

What guys who got seduced by Heathcliff did to defend themselves? For Heathcliff, it was all a game, but for Aidan, it wasn’t. Maybe he needed to make it all clear, but how? He could tell Heathcliff to stop making him pancakes, or blow dry his hair, or wake him up with handjobs … but that didn’t sound right.

Maybe it was all more about how Heathcliff liked to compliment him, or tease him, or tell him things he knew were going to make an impression on him, like that thing about how he didn’t need a dozen of men while he had Aidan.

But how could he put a stop to all that? Aidan had no idea. Maybe Heathcliff would get upset over being told off when all he did was to compliment him and nothing more.

He sighed deeply. The light changed. He needed to stop thinking of Heathcliff so much. How exactly he could achieve that was a total mystery, seeing how he had to work with him almost daily, then spend the evenings and the nights with him, and also the weekends – as Heathcliff had pointed out that it went without saying that Aidan was not to make any plans for any end of the week for the foreseeable future – and he was also subscribed to all Heathcliff’s social media channels. Heathcliff posted so much in a single day that Aidan’s feed was flooded like a beach during a tsunami. He could not just turn off the notifications. He had an inkling that he would have hurt Heathcliff’s feelings even if the man didn’t know about that.

“What am I going to do?” he mumbled to himself.

***

It was a good thing that, at least until tonight, he could put aside any thought of Heathcliff since his boss needed him on the ground, to file and re-file all kinds of documents. Usually, he would have dreaded that kind of tedious assignment, but right now, it was all he needed. The next day, he was supposed to be present at Heathcliff’s house again with business from work. The Healthy Shakers seemed pleased with what the fitness guru did for the brand, but more was needed.

For the time being, Aidan could just bury himself in work and ignore how fast and deep he was going with the whole Heathcliff thing. It was one of the rare occasions when he wished he were straight. If he had been straight, Heathcliff could not have seduced him. Right? But what if Heathcliff was also good at turning straight guys gay?

Aidan shook his head. What the hell was he thinking instead of focusing on work? He needed his head in the game.

As soon as he took that decision, things became easier. Boring, predictable, and extremely tedious, but, for Aidan, that was the devil he knew.

Hours later, as he stood in the cafe on the corner, contemplating the choices for lunch, Heathcliff’s advice on healthy eating began haunting him. It would have been so simple just to grab a burger. Did he really want to spend that kind of money on some avocado toast or whatever that green thing was? He wasn’t that sure. Everything Heathcliff cooked was delicious, but now he had to pick something for himself, and his determination to eat healthy food wavered.

“Aidan? OMG, I haven’t seen you since forever!”

He knew that shrilly voice. He turned, and Isabel, one of his besties from high school and later college jumped into his arms.

“Hey, Bella,” he said back and could feel his face stretching in a broad smile.

A few customers threw them weird looks and Aidan pushed back his friend just a little so that he could take a better look at her. Isabel was still the bundle of energy as always. He made a small gesture with his chin toward the bright screen filled with healthy and not so healthy choices.

“Wanna order something? And how come you’re here? Weren’t you on some trip or something?”

Isabel waved. “Let’s grab a burger and talk. Do you have a little time to reconnect with an old friend?”

“I can give you my lunch time. And really, old friend?” Aidan laughed.

Isabel grinned at him. “You look good, Aidan. Tell me. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes, actually no,” Aidan hurried to speak and got all confused in the process.

Isabel quirked both eyebrows. Aidan wanted to add something, but it was his turn to order, and, after a small silent apology addressed to Heathcliff in his head, he ordered burgers for him and his friend.

“So,” Isabel leaned over the table, as soon as they were seated, “how’s your boyfriend?”

Isabel was excited, and Aidan had no idea how he would go back on what he had said earlier. “I don’t really have a boyfriend,” he began in an apologetic tone.

“Hmm, that sounds like you have a boyfriend. Come on, Aidan, spill the beans. Who is it? Is it someone I know?”

If Isabel was into fitness or reading tabloids, maybe yes. What was he thinking? Heathcliff was not his boyfriend.

“It’s a complicated situation, and I don’t think you know him,” Aidan said quickly. “Ugh, I make it sound like my love life is something taken out of some book.”

“Did you, at least,” Isabel leaned over the table and whispered so that only he could hear her, “lose your V-card?”

Isabel was one of his besties, and that explained how she knew all about him. Her direct question still made him steal nervous looks around them. The other people in the cafe seemed busy with their lunches to pay them any attention.

“Yes,” he whispered back in the same conspiratorial tone.

Isabel pulled her fists tight and against her mouth in what probably she hoped to be an attempt to hide her excitement. Aidan was sure her small happy shrill had still been heard on at least a three table radius around them.

“That’s amazeballs, really, Aidan. So, what’s the idea? Why do you say this guy is not your boyfriend? Don’t tell me you lost your virginity on some dating app or something like that? That’s so not your style,” Isabel said quickly.

“I guess not,” Aidan replied, feeling a little guilty for lying to his friend. In a way, it had been because of a dating app that he had eventually got involved with Heathcliff. “Well, he’s a bit of a playboy, I think, so I can’t tell if he’s serious about me or just likes to tease me.”

Isabel took one gulp from her soda can, watching him with eyes big as saucers. “A playboy? You’re always with your head on your shoulders. How come you got mixed up with someone like that?”

Aidan sighed. “Circumstances.”

“He’s hot, isn’t he?” Isabel said with a small sigh of her own.

“Yeah,” Aidan admitted and failed to hide his smile.

“Oh, Aidan, don’t tell me you’re in love!” Isabel’s excitement seemed to grow in waves.

“I don’t!” Aidan out both his hands up. “I’m not!”

“You look like you are.” Isabel grinned. “I’ve known you since high school. I was about to ask you out when I noticed how you were checking the ass on that crazy tall dude who had English with us.”

“What crazy tall dude? And really, you were into me?” Aidan asked, a bit alarmed.

Isabel waved. “Don’t worry. I was into you for like five seconds. I think I have a perfect gay-dar. Does it count if you’re a straight woman and you have a gay-dar?”

“I have no idea what you could use it for --”

“Maybe to find my helpless best friend a boyfriend!” Isabel said brightly. “Unless you’re really into this playboy? Oh, tell me, Aidan, do you think you can turn him?”

“What? Straight? I hope not!” Aidan joked.

Isabel laughed with him. “No, silly. Turn him into a faithful boyfriend, obviously.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. You see, he’s a bit older than me.”

“So you’re into daddies? Silver foxes? Stuff like that?” Isabel questioned him.

Aidan knew sometimes his ears needed some form of protection when talking to Isabel. That girl was a bit too knowledgeable of all kinds of niche porn.

“He’s not that old. He’s thirty,” he explained.

“Ah, ripe,” Isabel grinned, “just how I like them.”

“I don’t think that’s a good term for guys who are thirty. Especially this guy would not like it to be called that.”

“Come on; everybody knows that once you hit thirty, it’s all downhill from there,” Isabel shrugged and said matter-of-factly.

“Seriously? I thought that age was fifty or something like that,” Aidan replied.

“Not if we continue to eat like this,” Isabel said and pointed at their half-eaten burgers.

Aidan was about to comment on how ‘his guy’ was into healthy eating, but caught himself in time. He was giving away too much information. Not that he couldn’t trust Isabel, but it was not only his secret to tell. To the outside world, Heathcliff was free as a bird and one step away from throwing an orgy at his home at any moment.

“But enough about me. How you’ve been? You were pretty excited about your trip,” Aidan said, trying to veer the conversation away from him.

Isabel sighed and looked down on her plate. “It was fine, I guess. I thought I had a thing with someone, but it didn’t work out. And now I just got hired, and I have a feeling that my job isn’t all that’s cracked up to be.”

Isabel had always been honest to a fault.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Aidan said. “If it’s any consolation, my job is crappy, too.”

“No way!” Isabel expressed her disbelief. “I’m so glad! I mean, no, I’m not glad that you have a crappy job, but I’m glad I’m not alone. Everyone on Facebook seems to have landed the perfect jobs!”

“Yeah, isn’t it?” Aidan felt Isabel’s enthusiasm for hearing about crappy jobs was infectious. “Everyone’s like, oh, living the life, and all that. And I’m at the office, every day, filing documents that no one will ever read again, or tormenting myself over which font must be better than Verdana for PowerPoint presentations.”

“Ah, siblings in misery.” Isabel stretched her arms over the table to put her hands on Aidan’s shoulders. “Sorry about your job, Aidan, but thank you for being thrown into the salt mines, just like me.”

“Well, whatever makes you happy. Now, come on, what else have you been up to? By the way, have you lost weight, or I’m starting to lose my eyesight, along with my sanity, at the workplace?”

“Yeah,” Isabel said with satisfaction. “I just got into the videos of this fitness trainer and, OMG, Aidan, you should see him! But you might know him since he’s pretty famous and has, like, tons of followers.”

Aidan was sure he knew the guy. Everywhere he turned, he had to hear something about Heathcliff.

Isabel chirped away happily. “His name is Heathcliff Stone. I know, what a cool name, right? And his advice really works! He has a bunch of videos for noobs like me, and that really helped me. I feel so great! Of course, he would not approve of what I eat right now, but it’s my guilty pleasure for the week!”

Aidan studied his next words carefully. “Oh, I’ve heard of him, of course. My company has him advertising some products we make.”

“Really? So have you met him in person?” Isabel’s eyes were all shiny.

“A couple of times,” Aidan lied through his teeth. “Only in passing and in a professional setting, of course,” he added quickly. “He’s a cool dude.”

“Yeah, I thought so. I mean, he’s always so nice. Too bad he’s gay. I mean too bad for me. Although, it might be too bad for you, too, because he’s taken.”

“Taken?” Aidan could feel his ears tingling, like antennas ready to capture the first signals from extraterrestrial life forms.

“Yeah. I was sitting next to this chick on my way to work, and she was reading some stupid tabloids on her huge ass tablet. And I don’t normally care, but it was written in letters this big,” she gestured with her hands, “that Heathcliff Stone said on his livestream that he has someone.”

“He always has someone,” Aidan said and pulled at his tie that suddenly was threatening to strangle him.

“No, no, the chick noticed I was trying to sneak a peek, and she let me read the entire story. They had some video from the livestream attached to the article, and the guy said it, loud and clear, that he now has a special someone in his life who is gorgeous and makes him laugh or something like that. Aidan, are you all right? You look a little pale.”

“I might not be able to eat this burger. But I’m fine; don’t worry.”

He spent the rest of the lunch with his friend only half-listening. Who was Heathcliff talking about? If he had someone he was serious about, what the hell was he doing with him?

Or could it be that Heathcliff was actually talking about him? That couldn’t be, right? It was one thing for Heathcliff to tease him when they were all alone, but somehow this felt too much.

He would have a word with that spoiled fitness guru.

***

“I’m glad to see you’re home before nine o’clock in the evening,” Heathcliff welcomed him.

Aidan had repeated about one thousand times how he would talk to Heathcliff about all that not so innocent teasing, and right now he had no words left in him. Heathcliff didn’t seem fazed by his confusion and pulled him inside. It was only after the door was securely shut behind him that Heathcliff kissed him.

Deeply, sweetly, and completely maddening. Heathcliff caught him against the wall, making a cage with his strong arms and body, and keeping Aidan trapped there, with no hope to escape.

He needed to ask Heathcliff to stop teasing him. But he would do that later, as now he was busy dropping his suitcase to the floor and grabbing Heathcliff with all his might as if his life depended on that kiss.

They spent some time there, kissing, biting each other’s lips gently, and playing with their tongues.

“Tonight, you’re getting fucked,” Heathcliff said with determination as he broke the kiss.

The blue eyes seemed darker and deeper, and Aidan wondered if Heathcliff doubled as a hypnotist in his spare time.

“I must talk to you about something,” Aidan said, as he pulled at the hem of Heathcliff’s t-shirt, to stop his fingers from trembling slightly.

“Work can wait. And I remember distinctively that you’ll be with me for almost half the day tomorrow. So no talk about The Healthy Shakers until then, bunny boy.”

Heathcliff leaned in for another kiss, but Aidan moved his head away.

“Okay, what is it?” Heathcliff asked.

By the frown on that handsome face, Aidan could tell he was in trouble. No, he needed to get this out of his system.

“I’ve heard you have someone special in your life. That you’re in some sort of relationship,” he said, his voice far less confident than he wanted.

“So? What do you want to know?”

Heathcliff’s low chuckle was doing all kinds of funny things to his ears and the pit of his stomach.

“Who is it?” Aidan stared into Heathcliff’s eyes.

“Hmm, you know him very well,” Heathcliff whispered and leaned in, this time successfully planting his lips over Aidan’s.

It was the answer he had hoped for. And the answer he had dreaded, at the same time. What could he do? Heathcliff had fun while he was getting head over heels. It wasn’t right.

“Stop teasing me,” Aidan begged, pushing Heathcliff away.

“Do you think I’m teasing you?” Heathcliff. “Bunny boy, you have no idea what real teasing means. But I’ll show you; don’t worry.”

“Heathcliff,” Aidan warned, “I’m serious. I know this all amuses you, but I’m not like that.”

Heathcliff frowned. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”

Great. He had managed to ruin the evening. Heathcliff was pissed. But this needed to be done. “I’m okay with the arrangement. But I told you. There’s no need to seduce me. It’s annoying, really.”

“Why?” The question came like a gunshot.

“Because it’s a lie. There’s nothing like that between us, and even if it’s just joking on your part, I’m not comfortable with it.”

“Why?” The second round fired.

“Because I’m not interested, okay?” Aidan said quickly.

It was easier to shift the blame to him. This way, he wasn’t accusing Heathcliff directly of being insensitive. He was saying that fooling around with words was out of the scope of their deal.

“Okay,” Heathcliff said, after a couple of tension loaded moments. “I guess you’re mistaken about some things. I’ll show you where you’re wrong, but all in due time. Now it’s just the right moment for me to show you what real teasing looks like.”

***

“Isn’t this a bit cliché?” Aidan asked as he moved his hands a little, making the handcuffs jingle playfully.

Heathcliff was sitting by the foot of the bed, all naked, and with a serious look on his handsome face like he pondered on what to do next.

“Cliché? What do you mean?”

“C’mon, handcuffs? You should know I’m pretty lazy by nature, and if you intend to stop me from touching you while you fuck me, it’s not that big a loss.”

What a pretty white lie, Aidan thought to himself. He wasn’t worried at all, but the reason for which he still tried to make conversation was to hide his excitement over what could happen next. Oh, he would yearn to touch Heathcliff, but the mere idea that he would be forbidden to do that was making his cock rock hard, something that was obvious and he could not hide. The least he could do was to distract Heathcliff with conversation. Maybe then he wouldn’t notice Aidan’s raging boner.

“You? Lazy?” Heathcliff chuckled, and moved slowly, climbing the bed.

Aidan shivered slightly and bit his bottom lip hard as Heathcliff touched him, trailing invisible light lines up his thighs and missing his cock on purpose. He was a little annoyed with his weakness for the spoiled fitness guru, but it wasn’t like he could do much about it, especially with his ability to move restricted like that.

“Hmm, anything else you might want to add before I start playing with you for real?” Heathcliff purred.

Aidan licked his bitten lip quickly and pretended to be not at all impressed. “Not really, no.”

“Good,” Heathcliff said and leaned in for a kiss.

Heathcliff’s lips were firm against his. He liked that so much. Heathcliff was hard everywhere, and Aidan could feel his head spinning just from a kiss. By contrast, he had been told so many times he had soft lips and wondered briefly what kind of lips Heathcliff liked. There was no tongue contact just yet, as Heathcliff was a teaser to the core and was just brushing his lips against his without a clear purpose, except drive Aidan utterly insane.

He tilted his head, hoping to get more, but Heathcliff backed away slowly, making him stretch forward and probably look a bit silly in the process. A small frustrated whimper escaped his lips before he could censor it.

The only response was a huge grin. Heathcliff knew very well what he was doing, and Aidan was like a mouse in a trap.

“Would you like me to kiss you, bunny boy?”

“Yeah,” Aidan admitted. “You’re a great kisser, and I like it when you kiss me.”

“Okay, since you’re so honest, let me give you another kiss.”

This time, Heathcliff placed a hand on his chest and played lazily with one nipple, as his tongue began challenging Aidan’s to a game of give and take. Too soon, Heathcliff broke their kiss and the touch, too.

Aidan was starting to see what Heathcliff meant by teasing, and it was damned cruel if he thought about it. He should have never started that conversation, and just endured in silence.

“Is this how you’re going to torture me all night long?” he asked, feeling a bit miffed over walking blindly into that trap.

“No,” Heathcliff replied.

“Oh, great, then you can let me free.”

“Hmm, and why should I do that?” Heathcliff began touching him again, tracing the contours of Aidan’s chest slowly.

“So that you can fuck me, as promised.”

“Nice try, pet. But rest assured that I’m doing this for you. I remember a few complaints, just this weekend, about how you last so little. Let me help you build some … resistance. And don’t worry; I will fuck you.”

Aidan groaned theatrically, to show what he thought of Heathcliff’s elaborate play. “Only a few days ago, I was still a virgin. Can’t we just settle for some vanilla for a while?”

“And why would I do that? You’re a fast learner, and just earlier, you were mocking me about my cuffing you to the bed being some cliché.”

“I take it back. Is that okay?”

“No, it’s not. But trust me, Aidan, you will love it.”

Aidan wanted to have some come back to that, but he did trust Heathcliff, despite not being keen on saying it out loud. As for the promise that he would love it, he knew that would happen even if he were to struggle against it, which wasn’t the case.

Heathcliff moved a little and came back with a small black thing in his hand that looked like a sleeping mask, but made of silk. Aidan licked his lips and threw Heathcliff a questioning look. He noticed how gentle Heathcliff’s hands were as they fixed the thing over his eyes.

“You are too caught up in this thing of who I am and who you are,” Heathcliff explained, his voice soft like a caress. “I want you to think nothing more of it, and focus on your pleasure. Okay?”

“Okay,” Aidan replied with determination.

“Good. Then I’ll take the reins for a while. Will you let me?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

It was unnerving not to see, but also so deeply erotic that Aidan was pretty sure he would blow fast, despite all of Heathcliff’s effort to work on making him last longer.

Now, he only felt. He could sense Heathcliff move around, and also his expectations about what would happen next began rising once more.

***

Heathcliff knew he hadn’t planned for this, but it was a good occasion as any to play a little more with his lovely pet bunny. Aidan would soon learn the true meaning of teasing. Bunny boy had no idea the kind of torment he was in, too. It felt natural for Aidan to believe that Heathcliff was so well-versed in having sex with men that feelings could never be involved.

And, for a long time, that had been true, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Heathcliff wanted to make Aidan cry out his name and even more than that. He wanted Aidan to think of no one else, no future boyfriends, nor anything like that.

If he had to trap the bunny, tie him down, and make him see that he needed no one else, he would do that. He would do anything to make Aidan see a different part of him, one that not many people knew, even fewer lovers.

He placed himself comfortably between Aidan’s legs, laying on his belly, and bringing that delicious cock at level with his face. He would give Aidan an experience to remember, and he would make sure that it would not be only sex. For now, that was the language he knew, and he would use it until he could figure out what he could do more to convince Aidan he wasn’t just teasing him.

He began to stroke gently with his tongue Aidan’s hard as a rock cock. By the small whimpers escaping that pouting mouth, Heathcliff knew he was on the right path. Not that there could be any doubt that he was a master of sex. But he needed Aidan madly and helplessly in love with him. And for that, he had to bring in the entire arsenal.

For a while, he licked Aidan’s cock slowly, sucking it in from time to time, just for the pleasure of seeing it twitch in his hand, and tasting the salty precum on his tongue. Heathcliff could tell he was just as hard, but this wasn’t about him. Also, he needed all his focus so that he could stop Aidan from coming too soon.

Aidan would soon realize what the game was all about. He might get a little pissed about it, but by the end of it, he’d change his opinion. It was all in his power, Heathcliff thought and abusing that power a little sounded like a bit of fun.

Aidan’s cock was growing harder, announcing the inevitable, and Heathcliff firmly grabbed it by the root, pulling the skin down and keeping it from doing what it wanted. A few spasms, fortunately dry, let him know he still got it. Aidan mumbled something, and the muscles in his belly were taut, rising and falling, in sync with his tortured cock.

“Were you trying to tell me something, bunny boy?” Heathcliff asked.

“Not really,” came the dry, somewhat breathy reply.

Heathcliff smiled. Aidan had a competitive nature, and he would not beg too soon, that was sure. He looked forward to breaking him a little. The bunny would be delicious like that, pleading and cursing, wanting to get off.

But there was still plenty until that point. Heathcliff moved again, abandoning the hard and still unsatisfied cock, and went fishing a condom and the lube from one of the drawers. One look over his shoulder told him what he already knew.

Aidan was such a good boy, just lying there, saying nothing, lips slightly parted, and face a little flushed. But Heathcliff wanted him to stop being such a good boy; he wanted to hear him yell obscenities at him, and demand, loud and clear, in unequivocal terms, what he needed.

Heathcliff knew whose need was more likely at play, but he could not be forward about it and admit it. So he used what he knew to get the satisfaction he was aiming for.

Aidan was still obedient as Heathcliff pushed his ass cheeks apart and began teasing his hole. Heathcliff helped him put his legs on his shoulders and kissed his ankles, making him giggle. He didn’t usually have to take so long with preparations, but Aidan deserved the whole nine yards. Also, it was just what he needed to torture his favorite bunny a little more.

“Seriously, you’re taking your time,” Aidan mumbled, as Heathcliff slowly moved his fingers in and out, adding lube as needed.

“Are you trying to tell me that you’re ready?” Heathcliff chuckled.

“Like ages ago. C’mon, gimme that dick,” Aidan said in an exaggerated, playful tone.

Heathcliff’s lips twitched. Wasn’t he a little wonder? Teased and bound, but still in the mood for jokes. It was true that his cock was begging for a reward, too, and he usually didn’t neglect his Junior for so long.

He could pretend all he wanted that his hands didn’t slightly – very slightly – trembled as he pushed down the condom on his cock. And it was oddly satisfying to hear Aidan moan only half in pleasure when he pushed his cock into the young man’s tight hole.

“Oh, fuck, this is so good,” Aidan whispered.

That was his line, Heathcliff thought. His hands traveled over Aidan’s chest, teasing his nipples again. On purpose, he ignored the hard dick, leaking helplessly and leaving a wet trail everywhere while slapping against the taut belly as Heathcliff began hammering Aidan’s ass fast. The hot channel of muscles was clamping down on him with so much force that it took him by surprise.

He could feel his own desire soaring, doing so faster than ever, and he stopped, pulling out, and biting back a curse. Wasn’t this supposed to be about him teasing Aidan?

“Just how many times are we going to do this?” Aidan complained, trying hard to catch his breath. “I think I was about to come, like hands-free or something.”

“Until I’m satisfied,” Heathcliff replied through his teeth.

Aidan moved his head, his breathing slowing down. “Are you pissed or something? I can tell you’re pissed.”

Having blinded the bunny boy meant squat. Aidan was as sharp as ever.

“I’m not pissed. I’m horny,” Heathcliff answered.

“Okay, I could bet --”

Aidan swallowed his words as Heathcliff pushed inside him again, and this time leaned over and kissed him hard. There was no hesitation as Aidan responded in kind, pushing his tongue inside Heathcliff’s mouth, and wrapping his legs around him, digging with his heels into the small of his back.

Next time, he needed to consider tying Aidan’s legs, too. Bunny boy was obviously trying to keep him there this time, and not let him go.

Their bodies moved in sync, and Heathcliff knew that if they were going at it like that, no one would last. So he interrupted their kiss and straightened up pushing once inside and keeping both there, as Aidan’s cock twitched, and his did the same, but without coming this time either.

“Fuck,” Aidan moaned, “this is too much.”

“It’s needed,” Heathcliff said. “Look how much you’ve lasted so far.”

Aidan’s laugh was a bit hoarse. “I guess. But isn’t blue balls like a medical condition or something?”

Heathcliff had hoped to make Aidan lose himself, but he was the one doing that. He laughed, and his erection faded a little. He leaned over Aidan and began kissing him again, not only on the lips but on his cheeks and jawline and neck and sweaty shoulders.

“I kind of see why you’d use handcuffs. I’m dying to touch you right now,” Aidan whispered.

The taste of victory was sweet, Heathcliff thought, but Aidan’s lips were sweeter. He focused his attention once more on that beautiful mouth he loved so much. His lips hovered over Aidan’s.

“So will you beg?” Heathcliff asked.

“Is that all I need to do? Okay, please, please, untie me and get me off,” Aidan said, a little breathlessly, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

“Not like that,” Heathcliff teased.

“Then how?”

“I don’t know. You’re the creative one around here, aren’t you?”

Heathcliff could tell Aidan was puzzled, but, at this point, he was too busy sinking into his lover’s tight ass again. He had hoped he would last long, and make Aidan see the stars, but now he was the hopeless one.

He began moving amply, his hands touching everywhere, making Aidan moan louder and louder.

“Heath, if you don’t make me come this time, I’ll fucking hate you,” Aidan said between frustrated grunts and other sounds.

Heathcliff liked how Aidan sounded, so aroused and honest. And he was sure that they would both go over the edge, and that was not something he intended to leave to chance.

So he wrapped one hand around Aidan’s cock and began pumping it. “Tell me when. Don’t come without me, okay?”

He was the one pleading.

“I won’t,” Aidan promised, and Heathcliff sped up.

Aidan was good at giving him directions. It was so easy to find just the right rhythm between them, Heathcliff discovered.

“Now, please, Heath, now,” Aidan cried out, and Heathcliff lodged himself into his body.

They both came, Aidan messily all over his chest and belly, Heathcliff inside the rubber, but feeling as close as he had felt to another bed partner in all his life that he could remember.

They were sweaty, spent, but, by how Aidan laughed softly, extremely happy. “So this is edging, right?”

“I could have done better,” Heathcliff admitted.

“Nah, don’t beat yourself over it,” Aidan teased. “How could you be anything less than perfect?”

Heathcliff liked when Aidan complimented him. People everywhere complimented him, but it was like their words lost their meaning all of a sudden. There was only someone’s opinion he valued more than anything.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked.

“How could I not? You could just touch me, and I’m done,” Aidan said with a small laugh.

“Hmm, you’re so easy to please.”

“And is that a bad thing?”

“Nothing’s bad about you. You’re good everywhere. Here and here,” Heathcliff touched Aidan slowly, letting his hand wander over the nicely shaped chest, and lower down the belly to the now soft cock.

“Can I please have my vision back? I swear you sound almost romantic, and I can’t believe my ears. I need my eyes to make sure I do not imagine things.”

Heathcliff pushed the mask away, and from underneath, the pretty brown eyes stared at him curiously.

“If I sound romantic, that’s what I want to be.”

Aidan blinked, and his flushed cheeks seem to get just a little bit redder. “And why would you want that?”

“Because I told you, bunny boy. I like you very much.”

“Ah, damn, you’re still not satisfied?”

“Not satisfied? I think I blew part of my brain with this load.”

“I’m talking about you being an incorrigible teaser.”

Heathcliff sighed. So this would be harder than he thought.

TBC

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as it sure was fun for me to write it. There will be a bit of trouble ahead, as well, not only fun, but I surely hope you'll like that, too. Please let me know what you thought of this chappie in the comments, as you are always so witty and fun, and make writing stories and having them here so much more rewarding.
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2 hours ago, Wesley8890 said:

Totally agree! BTW can we get more Isabel???

One of Aidan’s problems is that he has no life outside of work – Heathcliff doesn’t count because Aidan has convinced himself that he’s only spending time with Stone because of work. I’m surprised he hasn’t berated himself for his ‘prostitution.’ Even when he tried to find some recreational sex away from work, he ended up with Heathcliff!

He might be able to gain some perspective if he spent more time with Isabel.
;–)

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22 hours ago, Kkh said:

And to Aidan i say, with all respect, mind you, "what a fucking dumbass" 😔 i mean, his deduction skills are so bad, arthur conan doyle is turning in his grave for his poor skills 🤦🏻‍♀️

Bunny wouldn't be able to find his own tail if it was stuck to his face 😔 but oh well, I'm only halfway through, lemme read more

Ha-ha-ha, I laughed so hard reading your comment. I can bet there is not one ounce of detective skills in Aidan's body, no matter how thoroughly Heath would look. Aidan is clueless because he doesn't want to believe it real. (It would just mean that he would have to face his own feelings.)

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18 hours ago, droughtquake said:

One of Aidan’s problems is that he has no life outside of work – Heathcliff doesn’t count because Aidan has convinced himself that he’s only spending time with Stone because of work. I’m surprised he hasn’t berated himself for his ‘prostitution.’ Even when he tried to find some recreational sex away from work, he ended up with Heathcliff!

He might be able to gain some perspective if he spent more time with Isabel.
;–)

Well, yes, that's a problem, and not only that, as it will appear, I hope, more clearly, later on. As for the 'prostitution' part ... he might have made two columns with advantages and disadvantages, and as long as the result is on the upside ... 

Thank you for commenting!

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10 minutes ago, QuietScreamer said:

In Aiden's defense, Heathcliff has said that he likes Aiden but has not specifically said that he wants Aiden without the NDA and outside of the existing arrangement. Aiden is an expert compartmentalizer (?) and has placed the arrangements in the  very clear black and white terms that they agreed upon, until Heathcliff specifically says that he wants to break the arrangement and pursue an EMOTIONAL connection Aiden won't take that step for fear of overstepping the boundaries and breaking his own heart. Because, in his head, he would only have himself to blame for a broken heart since Heathcliff laid the no emotions condition very clearly from the start.

This comment is much more insightful than most of the things I’ve said here!
;–)

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8 hours ago, QuietScreamer said:

In Aiden's defense, Heathcliff has said that he likes Aiden but has not specifically said that he wants Aiden without the NDA and outside of the existing arrangement. Aiden is an expert compartmentalizer (?) and has placed the arrangements in the  very clear black and white terms that they agreed upon, until Heathcliff specifically says that he wants to break the arrangement and pursue an EMOTIONAL connection Aiden won't take that step for fear of overstepping the boundaries and breaking his own heart. Because, in his head, he would only have himself to blame for a broken heart since Heathcliff laid the no emotions condition very clearly from the start.

I am definitely glad someone came to Aidan's aid :) I know that he has his motivations, but I'm the 'mother' so others can't know what I am yet to reveal, which is why I understand completely their reactions. So yours came as a very pleasant surprise! Aidan is trying to protect himself as that's what he knows, and yes, Heath is not saying anything else but the fact that he likes Aidan, which may or may not be enough for the little bunny. Thank you for your comment!

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Yes, Aidan is being "kind of dumb", but it might even be on purpose, he knows he will easily fall for Heath and is protecting himself, thinking Heath is too much of as playboy to be worthy even considering... So Heath can also grow some balls, be the older and more experienced one, and talk clear and plainly to Aidan. He keeps trying to get Aidan to meet him half way in the understanding, but Aidan is too guarded for it, in the end, Aidan is growing, but Heath will grow more.

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On 6/13/2019 at 2:00 AM, Sweetlion said:

Yes, Aidan is being "kind of dumb", but it might even be on purpose, he knows he will easily fall for Heath and is protecting himself, thinking Heath is too much of as playboy to be worthy even considering... So Heath can also grow some balls, be the older and more experienced one, and talk clear and plainly to Aidan. He keeps trying to get Aidan to meet him half way in the understanding, but Aidan is too guarded for it, in the end, Aidan is growing, but Heath will grow more.

Ah, you see the situation quite clearly. I'm definitely glad you do, because Aidan has, indeed, his reasons to be on guard. I always try to put myself in my characters' shoes, and this felt natural for Aidan, from my point of view, so I'm happy someone else sees it, too :) Thank you for your comment!

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11 hours ago, LD Stratton said:

First, I think Aidan has it in his mind that Heath will get him to commit then drop him. Aidan couldn't handle that. 

Second, part of this is Heath's problem as well. He can't just tell Aidan "I love you, now and forever"

Third, I have this sneaky suspicion that Aiden will demand Heath bottom for him to prove his love.

 

I guess Aidan would need some solid proof, yes! Heath should own up to the fact that he has a reputation as a 'bed them and leave them' type of guy!

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