by Leta Blake
Aaron lifted his hips to meet RJ’s descent, his mouth open in pleasured shock, a low, “Ooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh,” slipping out of him, the lack of a consonant at the end the only thing that kept it from being a violation of their rules for the night.
RJ slipped two fingers in Aaron’s open mouth, further distorting the sound, and hinged them into his cheek, tugging slightly like on a horse’s bit. “Stop moving.”
Aaron shuddered and stilled his hips. RJ wasn’t a size queen since he wasn’t really much of a bottom at all, so he was happy with Aaron’s nice, average dick. But he needed Aaron to let him be in charge of the fuck.
“Good boy,” RJ murmured, rubbing his fingers against the slick skin inside Aaron’s mouth, thinking of how it felt so similar to the slickness in Aaron’s ass and the slickness in his own. Slickness that Aaron was now feeling on his bare cock. For the first time ever.
RJ almost regretted the rules then. Aaron’s whole body was taut like a bow, and his breath came in harsh, emotional pants. Yet the rules kept whatever he was feeling—whatever this meant to him—locked up inside. But he wasn’t going to change the game now.
RJ pulled his fingers from Aaron’s mouth, bent forward to kiss his lips, and groaned as the movement shoved Aaron’s cock against his prostate. That too-much, too-good sensation that he’d never been sure he truly liked shocked him to the core.
Aaron held so still, letting RJ kiss him, a shocked silence filling the space where before there had been so much variety of noise: cries, whimpers, sobs, stifled curses, and moans of pleasure. Now there was tense, blaring stillness. And then…
“Please. Let me touch you.”
Aaron broke the rules. Ah, RJ’s sweet, angel slut of a teacher had broken the rules.
“No,” RJ said firmly, rising up and sliding down so that Aaron groaned and shook beneath him. “You broke the rules, baby. I’ll have to punish you now. I’m sorry.”
Aaron quaked, his muscles jumping and twitching from his thighs to his stomach. Even his arms jerked and trembled where he held them stretched out to touch the headboard. The toy was still shoved inside him, and RJ could imagine how overwhelmed Aaron was. Just having Aaron’s cock inside him was intense, especially the raw heat of no barrier between them.
RJ gripped Aaron’s nipples and twisted, pinching hard enough to make him yell as he rode Aaron’s cock up and down. He watched as Aaron struggled not to let go of the headboard while trying not to come and not to cry with pain.
“Oh, baby, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” RJ said, his cock slapping against Aaron’s stomach and then bouncing up to slap against his own. Each jolt of flesh on flesh was a sweet pleasure, yet he wasn’t close to coming. Not yet. He never could come with a dick in his ass. Other men loved the prostate action, and he loved watching them get off on it—especially Aaron—but for him, it was always too much, and he couldn’t get there no matter how hard he tried.
He tried harder.
Driving Aaron to sobs as he rode him, RJ had no doubt Aaron would be begging if he wasn’t entirely incoherent. He finally relented, knowing what he wanted even more than he wanted to torture Aaron with pleasure and pain.
RJ left off twisting Aaron’s nipples and bent low to whisper in his ear, “Come for me, Mr. Danvers.”
Aaron shuddered, his pale chest blotched red from lust, sobs, and pain, his mouth ruddy and slick with kisses, his cheeks wet with tears. His cock grew harder in RJ’s ass, and he let go of the headboard, gripping the sheets and screaming as he convulsed before tearing off the tie to stare at RJ with ecstasy-wild eyes. Hot pulses of Aaron’s come emptied into RJ.
Staring into Aaron’s beautiful face, so earnest and desperate, RJ’s heart burst with affection. They’d trusted each other with their bodies, passion, and truth. And their trust. Yes, this between them, was the epitome of trust.
And love…love was trust.
Aaron didn’t know how much more he could take. He was overwhelmed with sensation and had just shot deep into RJ’s sexy, lithe body. He’d never felt anything like the hot, velvet, slippery heat of RJ’s ass. He’d never imagined he could feel so sated and adored as he did after being hurt so good and then ridden like an animal.
But it wasn’t over, apparently, even though he was a limp ragdoll of too much sensation. RJ was down between his legs, removing the giant plug that had stimulated his prostate through the whole, beautiful ordeal, and Aaron was too shaky and dazed to know where pleasure started and pain began.
As RJ rose up, his cock slick and hard, he pushed Aaron’s limp legs up to his shoulders and slid right into him. Aaron moaned, his dick somehow twitching and growing slightly hard again as RJ settled in with his cock buried deep inside.
“Holy fuck,” RJ whimpered. “That’s…oh, fuck, baby. It feels so good being inside you like this.”
Aaron’s ass convulsed on RJ’s cock, his nipples pinging with an echoing pleasure as if connected somehow. His heart raced with joy. RJ was inside him, raw and bare, skin on skin. Aaron shivered, excited and desperate to fully know what this all meant. Because there was no denying it. This penetration, this bareness, meant more. He didn’t know if he was allowed to talk yet, and he knew for sure he couldn’t take any more “punishment” tonight. He needed to be held. He wondered if he was allowed to ask for that.
RJ said softly, “I’m safe wording for you now, okay? Hermey.”
Aaron blinked at him in confusion, shivering when RJ rolled his hips, setting up a beautiful, slow pace.
RJ nuzzled his ear. “The rules are done now. The game is over. It’s just us again. RJ and Aaron. No more Mr. Danvers and his dirty former student. Just me and you, baby. Just me and you.”
Aaron nodded slowly, warmth spreading through him so solidly that it was almost like a blanket covering them both, blocking out everything but the sweetness in RJ’s gaze as he stared down at him and the rightness of his cock pushing and pulling inside, and the soul-shivering bliss of his prostate being stroked, and the way it was building, building, building up inside…
“I’m going to come,” Aaron gasped, shocked to think it was going to happen again so soon.
“Then come, baby.” RJ kept himself to a steady pace that made Aaron’s insides thump with pleasure.
It broke over Aaron, the shouting, shaking, anal-orgasm pleasure that he’d rarely experienced. It pounded him with pleasure, leaving him soft and open and aching for more.
“Oh, holy shit,” RJ murmured. “Aaron, you with me?”
Aaron nodded, his eyes rolled up in his head. He was with him—that was the only place he could ever be, right here, legs on RJ’s shoulders and his body an instrument for RJ Blitz’s cock.
“Let’s do it again,” RJ said, and Aaron didn’t need the rules to not speak now, he was already tipping over into another shuddering wave, feeling as though his very cells were shattering and realigning and shattering all over again.
RJ held him close, pumping in and out, kissing his neck, murmuring things that Aaron didn’t understand. Then, just as another beautiful and terrifying jittering grip of bliss left his body, RJ rose up, fucked into him hard and fast, and yelled.
His expression was ecstatic as he stared down at Aaron, his body rigid for a long moment as his orgasm clutched him. He groaned and twitched, pumping hot, slick heat into Aaron’s body.
Aaron held RJ close, tasting his sweat and spit and holding his pleasure cries in his heart. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered. “Don’t go.”
RJ collapsed against him, face buried in Aaron’s neck and dick thrust deep inside. Aaron’s legs slipped from RJ’s shoulders to wrap around his waist and hold him. The pleasure echoed between them, shivers and trembling taking them both in turns until finally, RJ heaved himself up and off—then carefully out.
Aaron moaned, feeling empty inside. RJ lay down beside him, staring at his face in wonder. He shoved Aaron’s legs apart and pressed his hand down, slipping three fingers inside.
Aaron gru
nted, shocked at the sudden, fast intrusion, staring in utter amazement as RJ removed his fingers, dragging some come with them. He held it up for Aaron to see.
“My come,” he muttered. “My slut.” Then he pressed his fingers back inside, pushing the come with them. “Mine, Mr. Danvers. Got it? This is mine.”
Aaron swallowed and nodded. He had no idea what he was agreeing to now, but he only knew that he’d never trusted anyone the way he’d trusted RJ tonight, and he’d never been so amply rewarded.
“Yours,” he whispered. “All of it.”
RJ smirked, satisfaction reflecting in his eyes. “That’s what I like to hear.” He kissed Aaron’s mouth before curling around him. “Thank you, baby. This night has changed my life.”
Aaron clung to RJ, shaking and scared, because it had changed his too. All he wanted now was to be RJ’s elf, or slut, or boy or lover forever.
This Christmas fling had turned all too serious.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The next morning, RJ woke smiling. He rose before Aaron and went out to the kitchen area. Remembering where Aaron kept Constance’s food, he placed a bowl of it out and watched, amazed, as Constance ate it without complaint for a change.
He poked in the fridge to see what was there for breakfast. He wanted to make something nice for Aaron as a reward and thank you for his amazing submission the night before. Just thinking of it sent shivers racing up and down RJ’s spine, and a puff of pride filled his chest.
He’d played at domination a few times with Pan, but it had never felt entirely right. Pan was never truly into it, only pretending to submit and playing the part like a bad actor in a porn movie.
Then there’d been the training he’d received in a club in Berlin, obtained during his many off-hours from the monthlong studio recording session he’d been hired for at the famous Hansa Tonstudio. While the album took longer to make than he’d liked, RJ had found it fascinating to kill time studying BDSM both by reading and by attending a nightclub that specialized in it.
Pieter was a Dutchman living in Berlin for his day job as a mixing engineer, but at night he wore leather and dominated men at Schmerz, a club for learning pain and pleasure. After discovering RJ’s interest in domination while shooting the shit between takes in the studio, Pieter had taken RJ under his wing for three and a half fun weeks, demonstrating and allowing RJ to practice with a few of his subs.
RJ hadn’t really had a chance after that to explore the way he’d always craved, but he appreciated, he supposed, that Pan had let him try.
Aaron, though. It was beyond his high school fantasy to actually have the man he’d wanted for so long naked and trusting, hurting and pleasured at RJ’s discretion, to know that Aaron wouldn’t say no.
RJ pulled eggs out of the fridge, along with bell peppers, onions, mushrooms, and a can of some sort of artichoke and olive dip that looked like it’d go well in an omelet. Humming under his breath, he set about making breakfast, remembering details of the night before with lightning-strike clarity.
His cock thickened as flashes of lustful images came to mind: Aaron on the coffee table, chills racing over his exposed flesh as he accepted RJ’s comforting hand, having taken the braided belt so well.
RJ made a mental note to check Aaron’s ass and apply arnica from his bag, and possibly cold cream, if Aaron had any. There was no doubt there would be marks this morning. He’d stayed as in control as he could, but watching Aaron surrender and unravel had made him so hot that he’d probably struck him a few times more than he should have.
He shouldn’t feel so proud about that. And yet, knowing the marks would be there on Aaron’s flesh for days, proof of the trust they’d shared (trust is love, RJ)… He couldn’t imagine anything sexier or more beautiful in the world. Falling in love was dumb. And yet…
Here he was.
As he plated the omelet and grabbed glasses for orange juice, he recalled the way he’d managed to piece himself back together last night in order to make sure Aaron was safely brought out of subspace. Before tucking Aaron into bed and letting him sleep the sleep of a properly dominated sub, he’d watered and fed his lover (with both food and praise) and checked him for injury.
Only then had he let himself collapse beside Aaron and sleep curled close by his side, his entire body thrumming with barely satisfied lust and tender feelings. It’d been hard to sleep, despite being exhausted. He’d helped Aaron fly into subspace, but he hadn’t been prepared for flying high as a kite himself from the thrill of dominating a man like Aaron Danvers.
The way he’d just given himself over. Christ.
RJ strove to keep his mind from drifting off into the memories as he found a platter to act as a tray and placed the omelet and two glasses of juice on it. He added a few napkins, wished he had some flowers, and instead grabbed a glittery bird ornament from Aaron’s silver spangle tree to add a splash of color to the presentation. He carefully balanced it as he walked down the hallway to the bedroom.
Aaron was resting on his side, gazing out the window toward the church behind the apartment building. His brows were rucked low and his lips twisted down, and when he stiffened slightly, giving away that he’d heard RJ’s footsteps, he didn’t look toward him or offer up a morning greeting or smile.
RJ’s stomach tensed, and the easy delight of the morning seemed to flee. He sat the platter on the dresser near the doorway and crossed to crouch in Aaron’s line of sight. Blinking, Aaron shifted his gaze from the window to RJ’s face, but his expression didn’t change.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Talk to me,” RJ ordered, using his dom voice, satisfied to see Aaron’s resistance crumble easily again.
Aaron shifted to sit up, hissing a little and squeezing his eyes shut briefly. RJ fought back the urge to ask if he was all right. He’d need to check him over soon, but he didn’t want to do anything to prevent Aaron from talking. He was afraid if he did that Aaron might not open up again.
“No hiding?” Aaron asked. “You want the whole truth?”
RJ sat on the bed next to him and took hold of Aaron’s hands. His throat felt tight and his skin tingled with fear. “Yeah, tell me the whole truth, Aaron.”
“I think I’ve lost my mom.”
Relief, wrong and yet intense, rushed over him. He’d been prepared to hear that he’d gone too far, that Aaron hated what they’d done, or any number of things that would turn last night from a thing of beauty into a hellscape. Aaron was upset about his mother. Maybe RJ couldn’t fix that, but at least Aaron wasn’t despondent over their encounter.
“And I’m scared of what we did last night.”
Well, fuck.
RJ’s stomach dropped. “I’m sorry.”
Aaron shrugged, gazing toward where RJ had placed the platter with breakfast and the bird ornament. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay if you’re scared of me or of what we did.”
“It’s not that,” Aaron said, swallowing hard. “It’s that I’m scared of what it means when you go. When this is over. What I’ll go back to…”
He looked up at RJ with sweet, earnest eyes, and the pain RJ saw in them made his heart ache. He wanted to reach inside and take all that away from Aaron, wash it clean with affection and kisses and fierce hugs that could squeeze the pain away. “I don’t want more shitty bathroom hookups or strange men in hotel rooms who’re just passing through, and I don’t want to know what it means that I let you do those things to me, and that I want you to do it again…” He broke into a soft sob, and RJ scooted closer, searching his memory of what Pieter had said to do if he messed up and broke a sub’s heart.
But Mr. Danvers wasn’t any sub. He was Aaron. He was perfect. He was the dream made real.
RJ wrapped his arms around Aaron. The naked skin of his back felt soft under his hands. “Are you sure you wanted it?”
“I loved it,” Aaron said, head snapping up. “Don’t get all insecure on me now. I need y
ou to”—he waved his hand around—“know what you’re doing. You do know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
“Some. I’ve studied it a little. Practiced on a few guys.”
Aaron stiffened slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid. But I guess I hoped… I mean, it’s good you know what you’re doing. We should be sane and safe and all the rest.”
“Consensual,” RJ supplied. “But be honest with me. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t like the idea of you doing that with anyone else. Dumb, huh? It’s good that you knew how to do it right. I really lost myself last night and you could have done anything, and I wouldn’t have stopped you—”
“Oh, baby, the things you say.”
“But I hate the idea that you’ve ever taken anyone else flying like that.”
“I don’t think I have. I got some practice in with some subs at a club in Berlin a few years ago, and I had a boyfriend that I tried to play with, but he wasn’t interested.”
“Pan?”
“Yeah. He wasn’t…like that. He was a bossy, dramatic bottom who liked to pretend to let me be in control. But true submission to another person was beyond him. He could only submit to his drugs.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry for him, but not sorry that it didn’t work between us. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here with you, and what you gave me last night was the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received. I can’t imagine anything better than the way you just…gave yourself to me. Thank you.”
Aaron licked his lips and scooted closer, neediness rolling off of him. “But you did all the work. I should be the one thanking you.”
“You can thank me if you want, but the rush of having you like that was beyond words.”
“I love you.” Aaron’s eyes flew wide as he clapped a hand over his mouth. “No, I mean—”
“I love you too.” RJ smiled sadly. “We’re gonna crash and burn harder than anyone could imagine.”
Aaron wrapped his arms around RJ too. “Make it all stop so that we don’t get hurt.”
