Fever Pitch

by Heidi Cullinan

  “Sit down on it. Slowly. Bear down and go slow.”

  He pressed his cockhead against Aaron’s opening, nudged inside and waited to see what happened.

  Aaron went too fast. Giles was about to tell him to stop when Aaron gasped, eyes wide, body rigid with pain. Swearing, Giles tried to pull out, but Aaron had all the control, and he’d locked himself down.

  “It’s okay,” Aaron bit off, voice choked with pain, when Giles told him to move. “I just—wow.”

  “You went too fast. Nobody’s in a rush. And bear down.”

  “I’m kind of at a loss as to why guys do this right now.”

  “Because prostate.” He slapped Aaron’s ass. “Up. Stop hurting yourself.”

  “I want to stay here. It’s already better.” He let out a breath and looked down at Giles, a good deal of the pain gone from his eyes. “You’re kind of big.”

  “Not really. Everything seems like an anvil when it’s in your ass.”

  Shutting his eyes, Aaron drew a breath, bore down and took in another half inch. This time he only hissed a little, and his cock got a bit of life back. “It’s…weird. But hot. A good burn. I love this, inside me. Being filled.”

  Giles reached around Aaron to feel the stretch, knowing it was his cock going inside that heat. “It feels good to be in you. Like I’m God or something, getting away with something huge. Love somebody letting me in.”

  “I want you all the way in.” Aaron took in another half inch, then another, gasping. “God, it’s starting to get kind of good. Really good.”

  Giles pressed an openmouthed kiss over Aaron’s chest. “Sit on my dick, baby. Let me pound into you. Let me fill you up.”

  Aaron’s fingers dug into Giles’s back, drawing him closer. “I want to take the rest.”

  Giles wanted him to take it too. Wanted Aaron bouncing up and down on his dick, begging for more. “Careful, hon. Careful.” He sucked on a nipple. “But yeah. I want in you, all the way. Yesterday.”

  He sucked on the nipple again, teasing the other with his thumb. He groaned as he felt Aaron go down, felt it inside and outside as all that heat surrounded him, Aaron expanding and opening to accommodate him.

  He felt Aaron’s ass cheeks on his thighs, on his balls.

  All the way in.

  Giles kissed Aaron’s chest, teased the meat of his pectoral with his teeth. “You okay?”

  “I feel really full.” Aaron’s voice sounded strained. It was wonderful. “Every nerve ending in my body is dialed up to eleven.”

  Giles couldn’t stop running his fingers around the ring of Aaron’s ass. I’m in there. That’s me. In Aaron. “Wait until I thrust in and out. Dragging over it. Fucking against it.”

  Aaron whimpered and pushed up and down. “God, do it.”

  Giles did. He had Aaron rise on his knees as he adjusted the angle, and then he fucked. Not super hard, but enough to show what they could do with this game, let Aaron feel the kaleidoscope of pleasure a bundle of nerve endings could unleash on his body.

  Aaron cried out, begging, swearing, speaking in tongues. Giles picked up some speed. Aaron began to fuck back, desperate for more.

  Giles put him face-first against the futon seat, got behind him and went to town.

  Now he fucked. Aaron had himself spread open and begging, so Giles gave him plenty. He learned what strokes sent Aaron over the edge and hammered on them, rutting until Aaron was all but drooling, so fucked out and incoherent he couldn’t lift his head.

  Giles switched positions—now he put Aaron on the floor, tucked his feet over Giles’s shoulders and started up again. Aaron’s eyes flew open, and he moaned in pleasure, and Giles gave a feral smile and drilled on. Yeah, baby. New angle. Good one, huh?

  He spoke softly to Aaron as he fucked him, sweet things, dirty things, telling him how hot he looked, how good his ass felt, how loud all that lube was as he fucked it in and out. He wasn’t sure Aaron heard any of it, too lost on his high. But when Giles folded him in half, pressing Aaron’s knees to his chest, trapping his cock between them and finally giving it some friction, Aaron went out of his mind.

  “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop.” Tears ran out of his eyes, and he tipped his head back, sacrificing his body to Giles’s pleasure. “Please, please.”

  “I won’t stop.” Giles bent to steal a kiss, keeping up his deep, quick thrusts. “I won’t stop until you come, baby.”

  Aaron did come, shouting so vehemently anybody on their floor had to know somebody was getting fucked. When he came, he jerked, fingernails scraping down Giles’s arms. Then he lay spent, limbs flopping, head lolling, chest heaving.

  Giles wanted to stay inside, but in deference to his partner’s oversensitive body, he pulled out and ditched the condom. In quick jerks, he sprayed his load across Aaron’s chest, which was seriously fucking hot, marking him. When he was spent, he collapsed beside Aaron, kissing him on the shoulder as exhaustion crept over him. “You okay?”

  “Mmrf,” Aaron gurgled. He turned his head lazily to Giles, as if the gesture took superhuman effort.

  A clumsy hand trailed over Giles’s face as Aaron’s eyes opened over a sleepy smile.

  “Love you too,” Aaron slurred. Giles’s heart soared.

  Thirty seconds later Aaron was asleep.

  Giles wanted to join him, but he was acutely aware of the discarded choir and orchestra clothes littered around them, clothes they would be expected to wear again Sunday afternoon. Fighting off lethargy, he rose and gathered them, hanging them up and dabbing at the jizz stain on the leg of his pants with a washcloth. By the time he started brushing his teeth, Aaron was stirring on the floor. Smiling around his mouthful of foam, Giles handed over the spare toothbrush, new in its pack, and the tube of toothpaste. And a washcloth.

  Aaron stumbled to his feet, half fuck-drunk. “Sorry I passed out.” He touched his spunk-smeared chest and made a face—and laughed.

  Giles brushed a kiss on his cheek. “You’re fine. You clean up here, and I’ll get the futon turned into a bed.”

  Once the bed was made, their clothes righted and their mouths minty fresh, they spooned together naked on the futon, Giles with his back to the wall, his lanky body wrapped around Aaron.

  “That was amazing,” Aaron said at last.

  Giles kissed his hair. “Yes. It was.”

  Silence.

  Aaron’s hand skimmed over Giles’s, which rested on his own midsection. “Are we…dating now?”

  “I would love to date you.” Giles slid his hand down to tease Aaron’s limp cock. “Wish we hadn’t started this right before a break.”

  Some of the tension returned to Aaron’s body. “I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to have to explain everything I’ve changed. I want to stay here, where I’m happy.”

  Giles hated knowing he was part of everything. Rather, it was about Aaron coming out, but it affected Giles too.

  Good Christ, if Colton found out.

  Hell. When.

  He wrapped himself tighter around Aaron. “I’ll help you however I can. Just let me know what you need.”

  “To stay here on this futon with you. Forever.” He threaded their fingers together. “Can we…get together over break? I’ll be at my mom’s. I’ll…tell her. She’ll be surprised, but she’ll be okay.” He paused. “I think.”

  “You don’t have to tell anyone until you’re ready. But yes. I’ll be with you wherever and whenever you want.”

  Aaron turned in Giles’s embrace, nuzzling his neck, massaging his ass. “Will you fuck me again tomorrow? Before we go?”

  “No. Your ass will be too sore.” He slid his hand to the hole in question, touching it lightly, making Aaron jerk with overstimulation.

  “Damn.”

  Giles bent to his lips, smiling wickedly. “I’ll be happy to kiss it better, thou
gh.”

  Aaron laughed, then moaned as Giles took his cock in hand, teasing them both into full erection. They came again, languidly, little loads easily mopped up with tissues.

  This time when Aaron went to sleep, Giles let himself drift along after, holding him close, unsure of what exactly lay ahead. All he knew was now that he had his dream boy, he was going to do his damnedest to keep him.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Aaron did wake up sore the next morning. When he rolled over, he hissed at the initial contact of his ass on the mattress.

  “Sorry.” Giles nuzzled him sleepily, planting a kiss on Aaron’s collarbone. “I guess I’m an asshole after all.”

  Since Aaron distinctly remembered begging like a whore for Giles to fuck him harder, faster, he wasn’t calling anybody names. Not even himself stupid. Because a little literal butthurt was worth great sex. And it didn’t remotely eclipse how awesome it was to wake up beside Giles in the morning.

  Giles. His boyfriend.

  Since the dorm floor was still completely deserted, they showered together, laughing and touching and kissing the whole time. Giles ordered pizza as soon as the stores opened, and they ate it for lunch, foregoing the cafeteria so they could make out. Giles offered Aaron a ride home, which Aaron had to decline because his mom was coming to the concert.

  This reminded him he’d have to figure out a way to come out to her…which was a serious buzzkill.

  Giles sat behind Aaron, their naked bodies entwined as they munched on pepperoni and cheese. “Seriously, don’t worry about coming out to your mom. Do it whenever you’re ready.”

  Aaron leaned against his chest. “How did you tell your parents?”

  “You’re joking, right? Oh—wait. Sometimes I forget you were the new kid at A-Hell. Hon, I’ve been a flaming flamer since I was old enough to ask for a tiara. I got teased for it before I understood the term. In fact it was sixth grade before I worked out that gay was the same thing as me wanting to marry Devin Mack.”

  Aaron remembered the beefy linebacker from Alvis-Henning. “Are you serious?”

  “Hey, I was eleven. How was I to know meatheads were only good for fucking?”

  Something in his tone made Aaron pause. “Are you telling me…?”

  “That I fucked him? Yes. Honey, I’d probably curl your toes if I told you how many of A-Hell’s finest I’ve boned. I told some of it to Mina earlier this year, and I think she’s still reeling. Though most of the guys I had aren’t gay. Definitely Devin wasn’t. Lonely and horny and trapped in the northern burbs is not the same as gay.”

  Aaron had a hard time reconciling Giles with the kind of guy who would fuck straight guys he knew hated him. It sounded so…seedy. Crude.

  Giles’s arm slipped, his touch on Aaron’s thigh a little sad. “Sorry.”

  Aaron caught his hand. “No, don’t be. I like knowing about you. Even when it isn’t sunshine and puppies.”

  “How about some tit for tat?” Giles nudged him with his knee. “Let’s hear some of your backstory.”

  “I’m not sure I’m very interesting.” He tried to think of something not lame. “I was in a band in Eden Prairie. We kind of sucked, but it was fun. I wrote the music most of the time. My…friend Tanner wrote the lyrics.”

  Giles pressed a kiss on his hair. “Tell me more about this Tanner. I sense a story.”

  Aaron didn’t want to, but he suspected that was all the more reason he should. “He…was my first. Ish.” He shifted in Giles’s arms, uncomfortable with the confession. “All we did was kiss and touch each other one night when we’d been drinking.”

  “And it didn’t go well?”

  “He hasn’t spoken to me since.”

  Giles hugged him. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry. That’s awful.”

  It was. It still hurt, after all this time. “We were friends since we were young. I always loved him, but it was little-kid love. Sometimes I pretended in my head we were married, but I knew I shouldn’t ever say it out loud.”

  “So you knew early on you were gay.”

  “I knew how I felt and what I wanted wasn’t like what most people thought I should want and feel, but that went for most of my life anyway. My mom always picked out my clothes. My dad enrolled me in clubs and sports. When we had a mock election in seventh grade, he told me how to vote. Half the time he orders for me in restaurants. So the fact that I wanted to marry the wrong gender fit in with everything else—what I wanted had to be wrong. I assumed I didn’t have a choice and let girls tell me we were boyfriend and girlfriend, which was easy because I just had to smile at them, hold their hands and go to dances. When I got older, it got messy, because they wanted to do more than get a peck on the mouth. I had sex with one girl once. Or rather, I tried. I couldn’t get either of us off. It was awful.”

  Giles kissed his hair.

  Aaron ran his fingers down Giles’s arm. “Tanner…God. I thought he’d always be there. I couldn’t marry him, couldn’t hold his hand, but we would always be friends. I figured that would be enough, and it was, until that night. Because he kissed me. He put his hand on my dick, told me to do the same thing. And it was so good. Like I’d been drinking dirty dishwater and somebody passed me a bottle of wine.”

  “What happened? If he started it and it was so good, why did it go to hell?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never been able to figure it out. One minute we’re kissing, the next he’s telling me to get out. He wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, just told me to go home. I had to call my mom, and she asked why I was crying, and I couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t tell her the truth.”

  Giles held him close. “He was a shame-and-blame. I’m so sorry.”

  Aaron frowned. “What’s a shame-and-blame?”

  “A guy who is gay only when he wants to get off. All you are to him is a piece of meat, and when he’s done with you, he wants to burn you so nobody knows what you did with him.”

  That was pretty much what Tanner had done. “I can’t believe he gave up all those years together, all our history, just to get off.”

  “In his case, I doubt it was so simple. This wasn’t Devin Mack deciding it was better to hump the gay kid than risk getting a girl pregnant. Tanner probably didn’t count on his fear being bigger than your friendship. It’s still a dick move, but not as callous as it feels, at least not as far as intent. That would be my guess.”

  While Giles’s observation might be true, it didn’t make Aaron feel any better. Then the full impact of what Giles had said hit him. “Wait, are you telling me you let Devin fuck you?”

  “Ah. Well, no. I’m sloppy about calling all sex fucking, no matter who’s putting what into whom. To be honest, the number of times I’ve been in someone’s ass is less than five counting you, and I’ve only let two people in me. Mostly it’s blow jobs, frots and this move I think of in my head as the near-fuck.”

  Aaron laughed. “This I need to hear.”

  Giles’s voice turned silky. “Oh, sweetheart, I’ll show you.”

  He put Aaron on his knees over the futon, which made Aaron’s cock perk up but his sore ass clench. Instead of spreading Aaron’s legs, though, Giles pushed them together. Tight. He pressed his cock along Aaron’s crack. “Sometimes it was this—me jacking them and fucking their crack. But if I could talk them into it, I did this.”

  He parted Aaron’s legs wide enough to slip his cock through, then thrust back and forth. It ran the length along Aaron’s balls and taint, and Aaron couldn’t stop a soft moan.

  Giles slipped his tongue briefly in Aaron’s ear. “I’d tell them if they let me go first, they could do it to me after. Except I jacked them too, so most of the time they came too early to reciprocate. Even if they could get it up again, usually their sense of straightness returned and they bugged out.”

  No wonder they hated him—Giles was a freaking manipulator.
Aaron didn’t have the word power to say that now, though, because Giles was still thrusting and, as he had his former conquests, jacking Aaron.

  They made a hell of a mess on the futon, but Giles didn’t care, only pulled a bottle of Resolve from underneath and dabbed it up with some paper towels. “I’ll take the cover home and wash it over break. It’s time anyway.”

  While they finished up their lunch, Giles packed, and once he was done, they went over to Aaron’s room to do the same.

  Giles recoiled when he saw Elijah’s religious paraphernalia. “Holy shit, did you land a Jesus freak or something?”

  Or something. “He’s really weird. We never talk. At all.”

  “That sucks. Brian is awesome. You’ll have to meet him when we come back in January.”

  Aaron loved the idea of January, of being back in school, of being able to hang out with Giles, having sex whenever they could get a room to themselves. “I hate how this is almost over.”

  Giles kissed his cheek. “It’ll be okay. We’re in the same town. If you need me, I’ll be over in two minutes.”

  Aaron kissed his mouth, opened it as Giles’s tongue nudged the seam.

  The preconcert dinners were more of a pain in the ass than anything else the fourth time, and Aaron performed on autopilot, trying to think of how he was going to come out to his mom. Maybe he’d have them go out to dinner. She couldn’t make a big scene then.

  Maybe he should talk to Walter first, he thought as he passed on the partially thawed frozen burrito someone handed him during the concert. Walter would have good ideas about how to come out.

  His mom came up to him right away after the final number, hugging him and going on about how amazing he was, how happy he seemed. She got a little teary, but for once it looked like it was because she was happy. For him.