by Lane Hayes
My dad reiterated the lesson a few years later when I had physical evidence that my penis might be for more than peeing. He sat my brother, Sean, and me down and gave us the same spiel. But he added something about not considering other options until we were in serious relationships. Forever relationships. I was definitely a rule-follower. I’d been sexually active since high school, and I’d had a few long-term girlfriends, but I’d never had sex without a condom. Ever. It didn’t matter how often I was tempted; I suited up every time.
“I’m kind of surprised, Matty,” Aaron commented, idly tapping his fingers against the window of his BMW. “I figured men in straight relationships always got talked into using other methods of birth control. I mean, if your girlfriend was on the pill, you wouldn’t have to use a condom, right?”
I scowled at him from the driver’s side. And yes, I was driving. I insisted and he didn’t argue. Aaron was scary as fuck behind the wheel. He had a lead foot and a habit of weaving in and out of traffic. I told him I’d have gray hair before I turned twenty-five if I didn’t take over. He’d laughed but handed over the keys and called me his sexy chauffeur.
“Not me. And I don’t have a girlfriend. I have a boyfriend,” I replied testily.
“Don’t get cranky. You know what I mean. I’m surprised you never got talked into it. That’s all.”
I shrugged as I slowed to make a left on K Street. “I have amazing willpower.”
“You didn’t in the shower this morning,” he singsonged.
“That was hot.”
“It was. Oh, my God. When you sucked me and then told me to face the wall and spread my legs while you—”
“Okay, that’s enough. You know I actually have to go to the office this morning too,” I griped, adjusting my half-hard dick in my suit pants.
“I could blow you in the car before you drop me off,” he offered good-naturedly.
“Tempting, but we agreed nothing more till tonight.”
Aaron shivered dramatically. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the day. Do you think they’ll let you leave early?”
“I’m not going to ask. I want them to hire me after I pass the bar. They might not if they catch me leaving early for a booty call.”
“Hmm. You have amazing willpower.” He leaned over to rest his hand on my thigh. “I don’t. If I don’t get hit with a suddenly urgent project at work, I’m going home early…to get ready.”
“How? I have your car and I’m working till five.” I reminded him as I pulled in front of his building.
“I’ll get a ride home with Jay. Don’t worry about picking me up. Just be prepared,” he purred, licking the corner of my mouth.
I turned to intercept his kiss and caressed his smooth cheek, then bit his bottom lip before pulling back to get a good look at him. Fuck, he was beautiful.
“You’re mine,” I said unthinking.
“I am.” He nodded slowly as he reached for his bag. “See you, Matty.”
I don’t know why, but I was really nervous when I opened the door to Aaron’s apartment later that night. I didn’t know if I should act like it was any ol’ normal night or if I should buy him flowers or something. That seemed like trying too hard. Didn’t it? I couldn’t tell. We talked about it after we got our test results last night. Aaron had to work late, and I had to get to the office early today, so we’d agreed to wait till tonight. And agreed not to make it a big deal. It was sex. We had sex all the time. Like every day. This was just…different.
“Aar?” I dropped my keys in the orange bowl on the table and glanced up when he called my name from the kitchen. “Hey there, I—holy…wow. What are you wearing?”
“Not much. Do you like it?” He spun in a circle, snapping the elastic strap on the black thong he wore…with nothing else.
“Uh…yeah.” I swallowed hard and cocked my head. “Is that lace?”
He flashed a Cheshire cat grin and nodded. “Yes. Sexy, but a little itchy. Especially since I just manscaped. You know how that goes.”
“Uh…no, but you look…hot. Really fucking hot.”
“Thank you. Do you want a drink or something to eat? I made dinner, but I was going to wait to put it in the oven. If you’re hungry, I can do it now. Up to you. Did you have a good day? Mine was a day. Such a day! Marsha was mean to the new intern. There were tears and…” His hands flew as he got going. I tried to follow, but I didn’t think he cared either way.
“Hey.” I slipped my hand around his waist and crashed my mouth over his. Fuck, he tasted good. Peppermint and Aaron. I pulled back slightly. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes. Isn’t that silly? I couldn’t concentrate today. I just kept thinking about you and…I don’t want this to be a production. Like you know those people who’re together for so long they basically know when they’re going to have sex? Once a week, Sunday morning eleven a.m. Be there or be square. I don’t want that to be us. I like spontaneous, ‘fuck me over the table’ kind of sex, you know?”
I lowered his hand to my crotch. “I don’t think we have to worry about that, babe.”
Aaron smiled as he wrapped his fingers around my erection through my suit pants. “Good. Then come with me. I’m so horny, I can’t see straight.”
He moved ahead of me into his bedroom and stopped at the foot of the bed. I closed the distance between us and pulled him into my arms, sealing my lips over his. I threaded my fingers through his hair and nipped his chin before licking a trail along the column of his throat, splaying my hands over his back and down his sides as he unbuttoned my shirt. I was glad he was practically naked. My hands were shaky and unsure. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of his sexy black thong and froze. Fuck, I was nervous. We’d done this a hundred times at least. But this time felt special. Maybe even important. Geez, no pressure, Matt.
Aaron chuckled softly.
I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them to begin with. “What’s so funny?”
“You. You’re so serious. Like you’re in a church or something. It’s just me, silly.”
I brushed my nose against his and let out a pained-sounding laugh. “There’s no such thing as ‘just you.’ You’re…all I can see. There’s a whole world spinning around us, but you’re the only one who matters.”
He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “We’re the ones who matter. You and me. Touch me, Matty.”
I pushed the elastic band over his ass and pulled his cheeks apart, tapping my middle finger at his entrance as I grinded against him in a mad quest for friction. “Like this?”
Aaron groaned wantonly. He bit my shoulder, then fumbled with my belt, pausing to rub his palm over my rock-hard shaft. “Clothes. Off. I can’t do it.”
I’d never undressed so fast in my life. I tossed my shirt haphazardly onto the floor, kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks, and finished undoing my belt before unbuttoning and unzipping my fly. I kept my gaze on Aaron as I hurried, admiring his toned body, olive skin, and perfect ass. He folded the duvet over, climbed into bed, and lay on his pillow. His right hand immediately drifted south. I swallowed hard as I shoved my suit pants and boxer briefs down, finally releasing my rock-hard dick. It bobbed like a flagpole straight in front of me. I gripped myself at the base and stroked my cock as I moved toward the bed.
“Let me see you,” I commanded in a deeper than usual voice.
“Like this?” Aaron spread his legs wide and set two fingers over his hole.
“Mine.”
“Come and get me.”
I pulled myself over him, careful at first not to touch. Then I slowly covered him, sighing with pleasure at the feel of his warm skin against mine. Aaron wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, tilting his hips so his cock slid alongside mine. I kissed him hard, pushing my tongue inside to taste and ravage as I rocked against him.
I broke for air and pulled myself up on one arm to look at him. “Fuck, you are so damn sexy, but you gotta take that thing off.”<
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He quickly removed the thong and threw it over my shoulder. Then he yanked my hair and bit my lower lip. It hurt, but in a good way. “I want you. I want you inside me, Matty. Please.”
“Tell me what to do. I want you too much and…I don’t want to hurt you.”
Because suddenly, I had no fucking clue. It felt like the first time we were together. I knew where to put my cock, obviously, but I didn’t want to rush anything. Self-control was vital, and at the moment, I wasn’t sure I had any.
“I like it when it hurts a little.”
I gulped and put my hand over his mouth. “Don’t talk. I’m gonna come before I get inside you if you keep that up.”
Aaron chuckled softly and gestured for me to grab the lube from the nightstand. I sat on my knees and opened the bottle, squirting a generous amount in my hand. He stroked his cock as he watched me. When I crawled between his knees, he opened his legs wider still and let me take over. I bent to suck his cock as I stroked myself. He pulled my hair and arched his back, fucking my mouth until I rubbed lube over his hole and pushed a single digit inside. Then he threw his head against the pillow.
“Matty, please…”
Damn, I loved it when he begged. “Please what, baby?”
“More.” His tone was strangled with need.
He moaned when I pushed my finger inside. I twirled my tongue around the head of his cock as I finger-fucked him. I pulled all the way out and pushed slowly inside again. And again. I added a second finger and then the tip of a third, loving his breathless cries for more. I pressed my shaft against the back of his left thigh and looked into his eyes.
“I don’t think I can wait.”
He nodded and drew his knees to his chest, inviting me in. I added more lube, then lined my cock at his entrance.
“Open your eyes, Matty. Look at me.”
I obeyed, slowly inched forward. He gasped but stayed focused on me like he was memorizing the moment. I licked his lips and moved a little more. I didn’t get far before I saw stars. The heat was intoxicating. I could feel him in a way I physically couldn’t with latex in between. Don’t get me wrong…that was amazing too. But this was…special. I paused when I was balls deep inside him and let out a half laugh.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
He smiled sweetly. “Mmm. I’m ready. Fuck me, Matty.”
I rocked my hips slowly, teasing us both with short, shallow strokes until he lifted his hips higher and raked his fingers down my back. “Ow?”
“Don’t play with me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” he growled, nipping my chin.
So I did.
I gathered him close and pumped my hips, letting the rhythm build around us. The bedsprings creaked, and the headboard hit the wall with a steady thump, thump, thump. Aaron jacked his cock, keeping perfect time with the pace I set. He whimpered when I tweaked his nipples, and when I told him how fucking hot he looked with my bare cock in his ass, he lost it. He took over. He topped from the bottom, arching his back and meeting me thrust for thrust, with soft grunts and blissed-out sighs. I slowed to swipe precum from his slit and lick my finger clean. Aaron’s nostrils flared as he shivered with need. He didn’t have to say a word. I knew he was close. But I teased him a little more. I pulled almost all the way out before burying myself inside him. Then I lifted his legs over my shoulders and let go. I fucked him relentlessly, shifting my gaze from his eyes to my dick.
“You have no idea…so fucking beautiful. I’m not gonna…I’m too close,” I whispered as my balls drew up and a wave of pleasure tingled along my spine.
“Come inside me, Matty. Come inside.”
White light and stars. That was all I could see. Wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded my senses as I came inside him. Aaron shuddered and fell apart a second later, shooting between our tightly pressed bodies. We held on, trembling and swaying against each other until we were completely spent.
When I thought I could move without shaking, I braced myself on one hand and smiled down at him. He looked as completely in awe as I felt. I didn’t want to break the spell. I wanted to stay inside of him for as long as possible. I pressed my forehead to his, trying to convey with a touch what I was incapable of saying aloud.
I gave in after a minute and bent to kiss his forehead. “I love you.”
Aaron smiled and pulled me close, nuzzling my shoulder until I gently pulled away and flopped gracelessly on to the pillow next to him. He rolled sideways to lie on my chest, then traced my jawline and my lips with his thumb.
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.” I captured his wrist and bit his thumb playfully. “That was…incredible.”
“Amazing. I’m gonna feel you all day tomorrow. I can tell,” he sighed happily.
I could feel myself blush, but I had to ask. “What does it feel like?”
“Kind of weird, but crazy, crazy hot. Want to see?”
“Uh…are you asking if I want to see…?”
“Your cum,” he finished with a mischievous laugh. “You should see your face. It’s not gross. It’s hot. Here. Just feel it instead. Give me your hand.”
He pulled my hand between his legs and grinned when I gulped theatrically.
“Fuck. I can’t tell you how glad I am I waited. I’m glad it’s you.”
“Me too. I’m gonna tell you a secret. Are you ready?” He waited for me to nod before continuing. “I wanted to save this for someone who mattered. It’s taken a long time for you to show up, but I’m glad I waited too. You’re my someone special, Matty.”
“And you’re mine.”
I tugged at his hair playfully, then set my hand on his hip and hiked my leg over his. I wanted to be close to him…tangled up in him, inside and out. I wondered how it was possible to be so consumed by another person and yet feel stronger for it. He made me want to be a better version of myself every day. He was the better part of me. And maybe I was that for him.
I thought at first it was a good idea to keep this to ourselves, but I’d told his dad how I felt about him, and I was glad I did. I meant what I said. He was my person. Maybe it was time to tell my parents too.
3
Better Than Candy
Part 1-
“What’s your favorite color candy heart?”
“Huh?”
“You know, like the Valentine ones? Mine is pink—no cracks, please…followed closely by purple.”
“Uh…”
“Matty! You must have an opinion. Conversation hearts are a childhood staple. You may not love them, but you grew up with them. Go on, pick a color!”
Aaron gave me an irritated look, cocking his head to the right for dramatic effect. His dark hair fell enticingly into his beautiful hazel eyes.
I set aside the textbook I’d been nose-deep in and gave my boyfriend a “What the fuck are you talking about?” look. My bar exam was a couple of short weeks away. My brain was tuned in to contractual aspects of trusts and future interests…not candy hearts. Plus it was July, not February. The mental gearshift was enough to make me blink in an effort to focus. What was going on in Aaron’s head?
“Before you ask, I found a miraculously surviving box of confectionary happiness in one of my kitchen drawers when I was making dinner earlier. Amazing, right?”
While his attempt to distract me wasn’t exactly subtle, his intentions were good. I’d been putting in crazy long hours studying for the bar exam, so I’d be prepared for the two days of torturous testing coming my way at the end of the month. Professionally, financially, and mentally, it was the key to starting my life as a contributing member of society. Not the key to my happiness—but an important goal, nonetheless.
The key to my happiness was the guy sitting cross-legged, facing me on the sofa, chattering away about candy—which I’d never seen him eat—because he didn’t want me to overdo it with the books. He worried I wasn’t getting enough sleep. He made dinner almost every night at his place, insisting he was concerned I’d be eating pizza and ta
keout if left to my own devices. The partial truth was, Aaron was a great cook and loved to be in the kitchen. But it was also true that he liked looking after me…or nagging me. I didn’t mind. Like at all.
For the first time in my life, I was in love. Really, truly, head over heels…and nothing was as I expected. Like my family and everyone who knew me before I met Aaron, I assumed I’d marry a nice girl and eventually move to the suburbs to raise a family. I knew I was bisexual, but I’d ignored the part of me that was attracted to men. It was just too complicated. But I couldn’t ignore Aaron. Once he came along, I tossed aside all preconceived notions and decided to enjoy the journey. So instead of a girlfriend, I had a boyfriend. A high-maintenance Puerto Rican American boyfriend with a fondness for lip gloss, and sometimes eyeliner, who always kept me on my toes.
I’d never met anyone like him. He was passionate, silly, and completely unpredictable. We were total opposites. Aaron was easily five inches shorter than my six one. He had olive skin, a lean, toned physique, and dark hair that constantly fell into his eyes. I’d been told I had more of an all-American, former college quarterback look…light-brown hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders. I loved sports, hanging out with my friends, and playing my guitar, while Aaron was into techno-pop music, dancing, and fashion. Go figure. He was adventurous and lively with an innate kindness that seemed to draw people to him. And he was fucking gorgeous. Truly the most beautiful person I’d ever met. I didn’t understand what he saw in me, but I certainly wouldn’t argue.
I set my book on the coffee table in front of me and opened my arms in invitation. Aaron flashed one of his full-watt beautiful smiles as he crawled between my thighs, wiggled his perfect ass directly into my crotch, and settled his back against my chest. I breathed him in and forgot what we were talking about in the first place.
