“No. He didn’t have to. I’ve known him for years. I can tell when he’s lying. He played it off as a work thing, but I knew from the look on his face it was you. I know that man better than I know myself.”
“That makes one of us,” Steve muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No. If you’ve got something to say, then say it. What are you scared?”
Steve clenched his jaw. “Hey, you know what would be awesome? If you stopped being a monumental prick!”
“Me? I’m not the one texting another man’s lover. I might be a prick, but you’re pathetic. He’s already told you no, yet you keep begging him.”
“Maybe I am pathetic, but at least I own up to it. You on the other hand are some asshole who thinks the world owes him a gigantic favor.”
“Hey! I was in—”
“A coma! I know! Believe me, I fucking know!”
“So, don’t judge me if you haven’t been in my shoes,” Aaron told him.
Steve crossed his arms. “I’m sorry, who are you again? The pot or the fucking kettle?”
“I bet your pardon?”
“Oh please. Give me a break, Mr. I-Was-In-A-Coma. You’ve been given a chance that some people never get. Instead of being thankful for it, you’re pissing your days away getting drunk and feeling sorry for yourself.”
“Well maybe I wouldn’t have to feel sorry for myself if some asshole wouldn’t keep pursuing the man that I love.”
“Hey! I love him, too! And do you even have a point?” Steve asked, wondering why he even gave a shit and drove over there.
“My point is…I don’t know. All I know is that he has said no. He has said good-bye. Why can’t you just let him go?”
Steve watched as the emotions in Aaron’s face changed. This wasn’t the alcohol talking this time. It was the pain, the heartache and desperation that Steve knew all too well. And damn if it didn’t make him feel sorry for the son of a bitch.
“I’m sorry, Aaron. I love him. I’ve been trying to let go, but…I guess I can’t.”
“But you have to,” Aaron said.
“Damn it.” Steve placed his hands on his hips. “You don’t think I know that? I know that! Believe me, I do.”
“I hate you.” Aaron started to tear up. “I really do. I hate you so much.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah well, I hate you too.”
“Why don’t you just go away?” Aaron asked.
“Why won’t you?”
“I had him first.”
“But you were gone for so long.” Steve was trying to make him understand. He knew Aaron was hurting and he hated that he even gave a shit, but he was hurting as well. Aaron needed to know that.
“But, I’m back now.”
“It’s not fair,” Steve told him. “I love him just as much as you do. Why should I be the one to walk away? Why are my feelings any less important?”
“Because they are!” Aaron came toward him and beat on his chest. “I had him first!”
Steve held his hands and tried to calm him down. As much as he wanted to shove the jerk away he still couldn’t help but feel for him.
“Go away!” Aaron shouted. “Just leave us alone.”
After several minutes of a struggle Steve was finally able to calm him down enough to wrap his arms around him.
“I can’t,” he whispered. “I just can’t.”
“Why not?” Aaron looked up at him through teary eyes.
“Because I’m an asshole. I’ve thought some pretty horrible things about you since you woke up. Things that I’m ashamed of. Things I would never wish on my worst enemy.”
Aaron shook his head and turned away. “No, you’re not.”
“What?” Steve asked.
“You heard me. You’re not an asshole. I am.”
Steve cocked his head to one side and crossed his arms. “Well, this should be interesting. Care to elaborate?”
“I’ve thought the same things. Horrible things.”
“Yeah? What kind of things?”
Aaron shrugged. “I don’t know. There were so many. Although my favorite involved a giant sea monster coming up from the depths and devouring you.”
“Sea monster, huh? Pretty creative.”
“What about you? How did you envision my demise?” Aaron asked.
“Well it wasn’t so much a demise, as much as a way to control you for all eternity.”
“All eternity, huh? Okay, I’ll bite. How were you going to do that?”
“Remember that show, I Dream of Jeannie? Well, I was going to shrink you down into an itty bity person and keep you in a bottle. I figured that ought to keep you out of my hair.”
“Yeah, my way was cleaner. See if you got caught there would be kidnapping charges, then Matt would feel responsible and try to bail you out. It would really just make matters more complicated.”
Steve chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so.”
After a quick laugh the talk between them quieted. The brief moment of casual chat ended and the same uncomfortable unease came back and lingered between them.
“What are we going to do, Steve? We can’t continue to go on like this,” Aaron said.
“Well, for starters…” Steve picked up the bottle from the counter and walked over to the sink. “We’re going to dump this and you are going to stop drinking.”
“I’m not much of a drinker, you know.”
Steve held up the bottle. “Clearly.”
“No, I mean…I’m not normally a drinker. I’ve just been so…scared.”
“I know.” Steve dumped the remaining contents of the bottle down the sink and tossed it into the trash can under the sink. “That’s step one.”
“What’s step two?”
“The next time you feel the need to get shitfaced in the middle of the day you need to talk yourself out of it. And if you can’t…” Steve’s voice trailed off. He couldn’t believe he was about to say the words which almost slipped past his lips.
“If I can’t…what?”
Steve let out a frustrated breath and raked his fingers through his hair. Every part of him wanted to leave, but he couldn’t. Instead he found himself saying the one thing he didn’t want to. “If you can’t…if the need to get drunk is stronger than your willpower. Then…call me. I’ll come over.”
“Are you serious?” Aaron asked with disbelief.
“Yeah…I guess so. I mean…yes. I’m serious.”
Aaron’s expression said it all. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you care?”
Steve looked up and put his hands on his hips again. “That is the twenty thousand dollar question. ’Cause I’ll be damned if I know why myself. All I know for certain is that I do care. Fuck if it makes any sense, but I do.”
The man stared at him with his rich brown eyes and suddenly in a rush, Aaron charged at him and pressed his body against the countertop.
“What the hell are you doing?” Steve asked.
Aaron crushed his mouth against Steve’s, swallowing his question and answering him with a kiss.
Steve stood there in shock. His body froze, unsure of how to respond when he felt the warmth of Aaron’s tongue slip past his lips and enter his mouth.
His body reacted to the attack, but not in the way he might have expected. Aaron’s kiss was hot, wet, and created a kick-start to his libido that he wasn’t prepared for.
“Wait.” Aaron tried to pull away, adding a smidgen of anger to his tone, but his protests failed when Aaron silenced him for a second time.
Steve didn’t understand what in the hell was happening to him. There was no reason he should be allowing this to happen. Still, he couldn’t pull away, not a second time. The seductive feel of Aaron’s tongue, the way it greedily explored his mouth and devoured him, was too much for him to fight.
He could feel his cock swelling in his jeans. Aaron dropped his hand between their bodies and began rubbing
at his growing erection. The past week of tears and sexual frustration were about ready to cause him to damn near explode.
Steve kept telling himself to walk away. He mustered up every amount of willpower he had to convince himself to leave. Damn if he couldn’t move a damn inch though. He was under some sort of a spell, his every move being decided by Aaron and what he was doing to him.
Suddenly Aaron pulled away. Steve had assumed that it was because he’d finally gotten a hold of himself and was going to do what Steve couldn’t manage to do himself and walk away. Aaron’s next move proved his theory wrong as he felt the man’s urgent hands hurriedly fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.
“Wait…” Steve tried to stop him. “What the hell are we doing?”
“Shut up,” Aaron told him.
“This is crazy,” Steve argued.
“Maybe so. Maybe I’m crazy. All I know is Matt wanted you. He fell in love with you. I have to know why. I need to know why you.”
Aaron’s words were the last explanation that he might have expected. “Wait, that’s crazy. That’s no reason to—”
“Fuck?” Aaron interrupted.
Steve swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah.”
Aaron stilled his hands and let out a breath. “Your words might be saying no, but your eyes are saying yes.”
“Aaron…we shouldn’t…” Steve bit on his lower lip and dropped his head back when he felt Aaron’s fingers slide into his boxers. His longer warm fingers felt like silk against his cock.
“Tell me you don’t want to fuck me,” Aaron whispered.
Steve’s mind was racing. He opened his eyes and looked around the kitchen. How many times had he shared moments just like this with Matt in that very room? What the hell was with this house? Was it some sort of black hole of an aphrodisiac, making all who enter it complete nymphomaniacs?
“We shouldn’t,” Steve replied.
“That isn’t what I said. And your green eyes are betraying you anyway. I know you want me.” Aaron rubbed firmly along his shaft. “I bet you’d love it if I got down on my knees and took your cock in my mouth right now.”
“Goddamn it, Aaron,” Steve whispered. “What the hell are you doing?”
“You want me to stop? Then say it. Tell me you don’t want to fuck me.” Aaron taunted him further.
Steve reached his breaking point. He had no idea why, but he couldn’t resist Aaron anymore than he could Matt. “Just fucking do it then!” he bit out, angry for being so weak to another man’s touch.
“Do what?” Aaron whispered. “What do you want me to do?”
Steve pushed his jeans down his thighs and grasped his cock in his hand. “This. Suck me off.”
Aaron’s mouth quirked up in the corners and Steve no longer saw the angry man who had greeted him at the door. He didn’t know if it was the liquor or everything the man had been through that was causing this abrupt change in his behavior. Steve didn’t quite care either. At least not in that moment anyway. His cock was throbbing painfully and Aaron had managed to bring him to the point of no return like a horny teenager.
He watched in fascination as Aaron slid down to his knees, his chocolate brown eyes watching him the whole time. Aaron’s breath caressed against his cock right before closing his lips over the head and taking the entire length to the back of his throat.
Steve threw his head back and pressed his body against the counter. He looked up at the ceiling as Aaron’s head bobbed up and down while sucking him off.
Fuck, but his mouth felt so damn good. How could something so wrong feel so fucking right?
This is what he’d dreamt about so many sleepless nights this past week. The only difference was the man on the floor wasn’t Matt. It was Matt’s boyfriend, his back-from-a-two-year-coma boyfriend.
If he had anything other than lust in him at that moment he might try to decipher that mind-fuck of a situation, but at the present time all he could think of how was luxurious Aaron’s mouth felt around his dick.
The hurt and pain he’d suffered for so many days seemed like a distant memory as Aaron worked his cock into further submission. For a fleeting moment his thoughts went to Matt and what he would think if he walked in and found them here like this.
He ignored the tiny ache in his heart. He didn’t want to think about Matt or how much he missed him. That was the last thing he needed. It just stirred up all the resentment he had for the very man who was sucking his cock. Damn if his life hadn’t turned upside down in the past week. It was all sorts of fucked up and he had no idea how to unfuck it.
“Mmm. You taste so good,” Aaron whispered before quickly returning to what he was doing.
His moans continued to get louder. It felt so damn good. He even bit his lower lip to keep from screaming some sort of animalistic sound which might have called out to wild hyenas.
The harder Steve tried to push Matt from his thoughts, the more he kept going back to him. Their memories, their passion, their kisses, it was all so much and yet he couldn’t bring himself to tear Aaron’s hot mouth off of his dick.
Aaron’s head continued to bob up and down on his dick. He’d look up at Steve every minute or so before dropping his head down again while licking the tip of his cock. Swirling it around in a circle, he drew him in like a predator luring its prey.
He didn’t want Aaron. He wanted Matt. He loved Matt. He…fuck, Aaron was good at this. The longer he allowed this to continue, the harder he knew it would be to stop at all.
Steve shook his head. His head and heart screamed at one another in argument over what he was doing. His heart told him to stop, but his body and mind told him to take what Aaron was offering.
He listened to the two sides bicker incessantly while Aaron’s tongue slid along the underside of his shaft and sucked at his balls. Whichever side was right in his internal battle didn’t seem to matter. His orgasm unexpectedly shot through him like a lightning bolt in a summer storm.
He screamed with his release as he shot his release into Aaron’s willing mouth. All the hurt he’d been suffering with was suddenly alleviated and replaced with a blanket of comfort brought on by Aaron’s touch.
Steve had known on that first night with Matt that he could never refuse him, apparently it would seem that skill set ran through to his adversary as well. Maybe it was bankers. Hell if he knew. All he was certain of was that he loved Matt. And now, for some reason he found himself wanted Aaron as well.
Chapter Thirteen
Aaron sat out by the poolside and stared at the water rippling in the gentle breeze. He had spent his morning trying to get Steve off of his mind after he’d all but ran from the house like Aaron had just treated him to some CIA torture tricks.
His afternoon tryst with the man he wanted desperately to hate had thrown him off guard. This especially didn’t make much sense since he was the one who had started things in the first place. It hadn’t helped that Matt had come home last night with Chinese takeout and a DVD rental.
They’d cuddled on the couch and watched Trading Places with Eddie Murphy. It had always been one of their favorites and just knowing how sweet he was being only made his infidelity all the more hard to understand. He loved Matt. He loved him with all of his heart and soul. Still, for some reason he had been drawn to Steve like a magnet.
It was nearing lunch time and he was getting hungry so he began making his way back in the house. He’d no sooner stepped inside when he heard the doorbell. He closed the sliding glass door and made his way through the living room.
He opened the door to see Steve standing there. Tension was etched on the man’s face as his chest heaved with deep breaths.
“Can I come in?” Steve asked.
“You can, but after the way you left yesterday I am surprised to see you.”
Steve stepped inside and Aaron closed the door behind him. “I’m sorry about that. I needed to think.”
“Okay. So…what did you come up with?”
“I…” Steve hesitated and stared at Aaron for a moment. “I thought about a lot of things.”
“Do you want to share any of them?”
Steve came forward and took Aaron’s face in his hands. He then held him there without saying a word.
Aaron’s heart was beating so fast that he could hardly believe he was still standing. He had no idea what was happening, but he wasn’t about to pull away either.
“I thought about this.” Steve crushed his mouth against Aaron’s. And just as quickly as their lips met, Steve forced Aaron’s lips open and darted his tongue inside Aaron’s mouth.
His kiss was so different from Matt’s. There was no familiarity, no soothing comfort. It was new, it was exciting, and it was turning him on like crazy.
Steve spun him around and pinned Aaron against the wall. The hard outline of his erection pressed against Aaron’s ass and suddenly he was helpless to whatever Steve wanted to do.
Aaron reached behind and between their bodies and ran his palm against the thick feel of Steve’s cock. His own dick was growing thick and heavy by the second, but feeling the length of Steve’s bulge reminded him how good he tasted in Aaron’s mouth.
Images flashed through his mind of all the things he’d like to do with Steve and to Steve. Matt entered his mind for a moment and quickly he pushed it back out. His mind, body and heart were so conflicted Aaron didn’t know which way was up and which way was down.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since yesterday. The way you sucked me off, the way your tongue felt against my cock, it was so good,” Steve murmured.
The dirty way he spoke was Aaron’s undoing. He slid down Steve’s body, placing kisses along his journey until he dropped down to his knees. Looking up he saw an equal lust in Steve’s eyes. There was a burning fire there that Aaron wanted to pour gasoline on until it exploded.
Aaron made quick work of Steve’s button and zipper. Then with one fluid motion Aaron pulled at the boxer briefs and slid them down Steve’s thighs and to his ankles.
Steve’s cock sprang free from their constraints and offered Aaron a teasing sight of pre-cum sitting on the head of the purplish head.
He licked his lips, unable to wait a second longer. And he grabbed onto Steve’s cock and opened his mouth. With greedy hunger he closed his lips over the head and licked that moisture until his taste buds were in frenzy.
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