Red Headed Hurt

Irish's Point of View

Watching him leave was so hard. He kissed me softly, everything faded away and I didn't wanna let him go. The kiss slowly ended and he placed his forehead on mine. He whispered that he'd be back and to call him if I had any nightmares. I couldn't speak, I knew my voice would crack and I'd lose control of the small bit of composure I had. I watched as the boy... no the man who saved my life walked away with the woman who was giving me a future. I signed deeply and headed towards my new room. Stepping into the doorway I used my sleeve to wipe away the few tears that were starting to fall. Time to unpack a little.

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes into hours. I was taking it slow as my bones, side, and head still ached and my body still had a slight chill, but I had gotten all my clothes put up and had positioned my mementoes from my mom around the room. The other stuff could wait until Aiden came back tomorrow. Tomorrow. I smiled to myself, first at the thought of seeing him, and second, at the happiness I felt to have a tomorrow. I had spent years dreading the next day, but not anymore... I hoped this feeling would last.

The guest room had a nice bathroom attached. I went out and found Naomi and told her I was going to shower and then head to bed. She walked over told me to sit on her bed for a second and close my eyes. Before I could take another breath her hands found my nose and with a quick crack snapped it back into place. I screamed loudly and bite my lip so I didn't start to curse at her. I opened my eyes with tears hovering at the corners while she moved the hair from my eyes and then kissed my forehead wishing me sweet dreams. I couldn't help but cry again and thank her, hugging her with all the strength. I don't know what I'd be doing right now without her.

We released our embrace and I headed back to my room to take a much-needed hot shower. I stripped down and placed the dirty clothes into the hamper in the bathroom. The water came on as I turned the knob on the shower and it heated up far faster than water heated at my old house... old house. I released a tense breath as I slide under the hot water and let my tension and worries wash off me and down the drain. Washing myself clean both figuratively and literally.
I heard my phone buzz 3 times and decided it was best to ignore all 3 until Aiden was back tomorrow. I wonder what he's doing. I got out of the shower, towel off, and put on a pair of gym shorts. I climb into bed and all too quickly fatigue overtakes me.

Aiden's Point of View

I just couldn't stay away from him. I managed to sneak into my house through the service entrance getting a strange yet knowing look from our maid. She followed me to my room with a trash bag and whispered to throw the rags I was wearing in the bag and she would get rid of them. How I loved her. I showered, shaved, and tried desperately to relax... but my thoughts constantly went back to him.

Hours passed until I couldn't stand it anymore. I sent Irish a text and then I called Nate and whispered through the phone asking him to cover for me tonight that I had somewhere to go.

"Bro I just covered for you, what's really going on?"

I sighed. "I just need one more favor, I'll make it up to you I promise and you know my promises are always good."

"Alright man, but no more covers for at least 2 or 3 weeks."

He hung up and I felt relaxed and stressed at the same time. I packed a small bag with my books for school, a few necessities, and a change of clothes. I cracked my door open and padded out onto the thick soft carpet. I listened and held my breathe as I snuck towards the garage. If I could get into my car I was home free, but between my mother's yapping dogs and my father pacing in his study I had to take my time.

Finally, my father turned his back to look for a book on the far shelf and I slide past the doorway and eased down the stairs. I was so close to being out of the house and headed towards the man I loved. Shit. I loved him. A smile crept across my face as I made it to the garage on the other side of the kitchen. Grabbing my keys from the key hook, I closed the back door and unlocked my Tesla. Sliding into the driver's seat I breathed in deeply, pushed start, and opened the garage door.

Now I'm standing at this storefront after calling Irish 4 times with no answer. I'm about to give up and go home dejected when I hear the latch on the door and see Naomi looking annoyed and happy at the same time.

"Boy if you wake me up again I'm gonna wear your behind out. Now get in here and go get some sleep, we all have things to do tomorrow. Oh, and you will go to school tomorrow."

She swats at me as I walk by, but all I can do is smile.

Irish's Point of View

I feel something and I wake up terrified with a weak struggle.

"Shhh babe it's just me."

I turn around with a grunt at my still sore ribs and leg; I'm facing him. I start to cry and place my forehead against his as his arm gently snakes across my wounded side. He whispers sweet nothings to me and tells me it's ok.

"I couldn't stay away from you, I'm sorry to wake you up."

"I'm just so happy you're here." I nuzzle up to him placing my head under his pressed into his neck.

"I love you Irish. I'll always be here."

I pull back stunned. He's blushing in the dim light of the lamp next to my bed. My heart races and my chest tightens.

"You don't have to say it, I just wanted..." I slam my lips into his with a hard yet slow kiss. My words stuck, but I wanted him to feel my love.

Aiden's Point of View

I could feel his love in the kiss and his need in the throbbing against my thigh. I broke the kiss and moved off the bed, looking at his eyes I could see his confusion and then his hurt as I headed towards the door. Closing the door I made sure to lock it before I turned back towards him removing my Lacoste t-shirt and dropping my Nike shorts. I left the clothes a heap on the floor and stood in front of him, naked and needy. I don't know why I had taken extra care to clean myself in the shower, maybe I knew I'd be here tonight. I moved towards him and leaned over taking his mouth in mine. Taking my right hand I pushed him flat against the bed and with my left I pawed at his throbbing bulge. I loved the strained moans trapped in his throat. Pulling back and wrapped my hand around his fabric-clad manhood, I relished the throbbing power and heat. My God, he looked so sexy. Desperate need shinning in his eyes, face and chest flushed, biting his lip.
I pulled down his shorts and inched them down his powerful thighs, being gentle as his body was still a long way from being 100%. Climbing between his legs I couldn't help myself, I sank half of his delicious-looking cock with its pronounced mushroom head into my mouth. His right hand tangled in my hair as I used my right hand to play with his full balls and my left to play with his firm chest. I was caught up in the flavor and feel of him that I almost missed the flexing of his cock, tightening of his hands, and trembling in his balls. I quickly forced myself free. "Not yet Mr." He panted his frustrations as I got up and went to my bag grabbing a small bottle and returned to my original position between his legs.

Using the lube I pulled from my bag I prepared my ass as I kept him on the brink with the long strokes of my tongue. His head thrashing side to side. Gently blowing on his cock I pulled back and moved up to straddle him, lubing him up as I moved. Soon I felt his cock pressing against my almost virgin hole and I couldn't wait to have him inside me again. I looked into his eyes and slowly slide him inside me. I flung my arm up and bit into it to stop from moaning at the mixture of pleasure and pain that threatened to overtake me. Inch by inch he sank into me until I felt his pubes ticking my ass with my head thrown back. I slowly looked down and his eyes looked needy as he willed himself not to move, hands gripping the sheets. I took my moment to adjust to the intrusion and let the pain fully give way to pleasure as he involuntarily flexed his cock inside me hitting my prostate and forcing precum out of my cock, now pooling on his belly.

I took his left hand and ran it up my stomach chest as I slowly rocked on him. A loud sigh escaped him and I watched him bite his tongue to not moan. I brought his hand to my mouth and sucked two of his fingers into my mouth to stop my own moans as I went from rocking to riding his cock, moving several inches in and out of my tight hole. I arched my back and hit something inside that wasn't hit the first time and my cock throbbed hard hitting my stomach and ending up in his right hand. He used my precum as lube and began stroking me in time with my own strides on his cock; I bit his fingers as my thighs started to tremble.

It took all our control to keep the pace slow and even as we didn't know at what point the bed would start to creak or hit the wall. He was also in no condition to take over and fuck me furiously like he so desired, and if I'm honest I felt so powerful controlling the pace of our 2nd fuck. But all too soon the sweat started to fall from my brow and I felt the familiar pull under my balls as his cock fucked me closer to a release that might make me pass out. It started to surge up my body, burning my legs, swirling in my stomach, tightening my chest, and making my head spin. With one more downward motion, I flung my head back and started to unload savage spurts of cum. Then I felt him. Felt him thicken in my ass and heard the start of a growl leaving his mouth. Still in the middle of my own orgasm, I leaned forward and took his lips in mine catching his grown. His big strong hands find my back and grip onto me as he pumps into me fucking more cum out of us both.

We laid there together, coming down from the amazing high, feeling effortlessly connected. A mixture of sex, sweat, and cum covering our young bodies. Soft gentle kisses shared between pants and silent groans.

"I love you Aiden. I'm gonna fight so hard for us."

I chuckle. "We'll fight for each other babe. I love you too."

"It's late, lets go rinse off and get to sleep. If Naomi knew we were still up she'd kill us both."

We're alive, we're ok, we're safe, we're in love.... we're in love.

I gently moved off of him. Part in consideration for his still worn-out body, and part in consideration for my well fucked ass. I reach out and he takes my hand, letting me help him to his feet and we make our way to the shower. If I'm being honest I don't remember much of the shower. I remember holding each other and swaying under the water. I remember gentle kisses on my shoulder as he cleaned my sore hole. I remember the smell of vanilla and honey and I remember us toweling each other off, more me toweling than him. I remember feeling loved.
The next thing I remember is the horrible sound of my phone alarm and the heavenly smell of bacon.

"What in the entire fuck is that alarm."

"It's Star Wars, don't judge me it wakes me up and I have practice this morning."