Spark & Stone

A Pretty Hard Situation

Aidan had no idea how he could keep so silent. It was maybe because Heathcliff was silent, too, and that, in a way, was making him feel terribly nervous. What could Heathcliff be thinking? Was he reconsidering the whole thing? But he had been the one to come up with the idea in the first place. And Aidan was pretty certain it was not typical of Heathcliff to go back on his decisions.

Yet, they were together in the backseat of a taxi, and they were saying nothing to each other. They weren’t even sitting too close, and there was tension between them that Aidan had no idea what to do with. He could say it was sexual tension, but that wasn’t the whole story.

Heathcliff was not even looking at him, preoccupied, apparently, with the deserted streets flying by out the car window. Aidan was too scared to take the first step, grab the other’s hand, or do anything that would break the silence. The driver was silent, too, but, at least, he had a reason. He was working.

Something that, if Aidan had been careful enough not to blow it tonight, he should have been busy doing, as well. In a way, by Heathcliff’s line of reasoning, it was work. Not that it was in the traditional sense, but --

“We’re here,” the driver interrupted his train of thought.

Heathcliff was busy paying the driver while Aidan got out of the car. He would lose his V-card because of work. That thought was enough to make him laugh. Only that the joke was on him, and he was determined to go through with everything just for the sake that it was all going to happen because of Heathcliff Stone and his fucked up sense of logic.

No, that wasn’t fair, Aidan chided himself internally. He wanted to do it. He wanted to do it so much that he was afraid he was going to ruin it somehow.

“Hey,” Heathcliff called for him gently. “Ready to get inside, or do you find the pollution haze to be particularly enthralling tonight?”

Aidan snickered. “You can still see the stars,” he pointed upward, at the dark sky.

“Okay, I should have thought of buying a telescope if I had known stargazing had some sort of aphrodisiac effect on you.”

Aidan shook his head. He was worrying too much. Heathcliff was up for mischief as always. And there were much worse ways of losing his V-card. He knew that, with Heathcliff, he was going to enjoy it. So he hurried to join his host, and walk inside together.

He gasped as Heathcliff grabbed him abruptly and kissed him hard on the lips as soon as the door shut behind them.

“I thought we were never getting home,” Heathcliff said and pressed their lips together again.

“Ah, so that kind of impatience made you behave like you were made of stone?” Aidan laughed nervously. “Frankly, I thought you were having second thoughts about the whole thing.”

“What?” Heathcliff frowned while his hands were busy cupping Aidan’s ass. “Why should I have second thoughts about the one thing that I’ve been dreaming of since I met you?”

“Dreaming?” Aidan guffawed. “Right. You have men like that Matt guy in your bed at a snap of the fingers.”

“I don’t want men like that. Not anymore,” Heathcliff said simply. “Were you worried for real? I just thought not to give the driver any reason to think there’s something between us. You know, paparazzi could be hiding anywhere.”

“Oh,” Aidan said. “That’s logical.” Maybe Heathcliff was joking a little, but his consideration was noted.

“There’s no way I’d give up on this, bunny boy,” Heathcliff said and squeezed Aidan’s butt cheeks hard.

“You really are something, Stone,” Aidan grunted. “Isn’t my ass a bit, you know, too big?”

Heathcliff chuckled. “I like to have plenty to hold on. If you’re hoping to kill my erection with conversation, it won’t work, especially since the conversation involves your gorgeous ass. Come on. I told you I want you in my bed.”

Aidan knew he had to pretend he was completely used to having men proposition him for sex. So, with a calculated shrug, he was the first up the stairs. Walking straight was a challenge, though, as Heathcliff made himself busy by squeezing his ass. “How impatient can you be?” he complained. “We’re only a few steps away.”

“Too many.” Heathcliff’s reply was curt.

Aidan wanted to say that he wasn’t impatient at all, but he was nothing short of trembling. Heathcliff pushed him through a door to a small room and caught him from behind making both of them land on the bed. It was only this far he could keep up with appearances of being cool. This time, when Heathcliff kissed him, Aidan spread his legs and trapped the other between them, wrapping them tightly around him.

Heathcliff seemed bent on devouring his mouth, and Aidan couldn’t say he minded. Everything he wanted was to feel more of the other’s body. His hands were busy trying to unbutton Heathcliff’s shirt. Damn, he was so nervous his hands were trembling, and seeing how they were almost glued to one another, trying to move was tricky as it was.

“Fuck this,” Heathcliff said with a small annoyed huff and pulled so hard at his own shirt that the small buttons began flying everywhere.

Aidan couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I thought I was supposed to do that.”

“Shut up,” Heathcliff growled playfully at him. “I will get up for two seconds to take off my pants. Be naked.”

Aidan was still laughing as he was pulling his t-shirt over his head. Dealing with the jeggings was a bit trickier and not only because they were so tight, but also because he could not take his eyes off Heathcliff and his perfect physique.

He gulped as he took a look at Heathcliff’s hard cock. The man was stretched to his limits, as things looked. Aidan yelped as Heathcliff pulled suddenly at his pants, dragging them away and making him almost fall off the bed.

“Your ass looks perfect in these, but they’re a fucking pain to take off,” Heathcliff noted with a half-amused voice.

With their powers combined, the jeggings were eventually thrown somewhere in an unknown direction, following the rest of their clothes.

“You would have looked so nice in that thong,” Heathcliff shook his head as he pulled down Aidan’s underwear.

“Well, I don’t think that having something up my butt would have been that comfortable,” Aidan chose to be philosophical about the idea.

“Hmm, you will have something up your butt soon, and I bet it won’t be that comfortable,” Heathcliff said.

Aidan could feel his laugh freezing a little on his lips. This was it. He was going to do it. And Heathcliff’s cock seemed unusually large from where he lay on the bed. Maybe there was still time to confess about his V-card?

But no. If Heathcliff were to back down, the opportunity could be lost. Heathcliff was all hot and bothered now, but tomorrow, after helping Aidan to get rid of his virginity finally, he was going to be back at his world of Matt-like dudes with supermodel bodies and handsome faces created to star in commercials.

Heathcliff was bound to get back to his usual ways regardless of whether Aidan slept with him tonight or not. And that meant that he needed not to waste this opportunity. Yet, he could not help thinking that having Heathcliff knocking at his back door with that thing was going to be pretty tricky to deal with.

“Do you have a butt plug?” Aidan asked.

Heathcliff looked at him, a bit surprised. “What for? I like it that you’re kinky, but tonight, I only want to put one thing inside you, and that’s my cock.”

With that, Heathcliff began tugging at his cock. Aidan adjusted his position on the bed.

“I thought it would be a good idea to, you know, stretch myself a little.”

“Don’t worry. It’s been a while since you’ve done it, then? Since you finished college, maybe?” Heathcliff asked.

“Yeah,” Aidan hurried to say and stopped.

The trick with telling lies was having a system, and he could tell, with the utmost clarity, that his system was in shambles. He had told Heathcliff he had no shortage of men to have sex with, and now he had just hurried to say another lie that was contradicting the first.

“Really? Do you do anything at all outside work?” Heathcliff expressed his surprise. “I was just teasing you earlier when saying that you haven’t done anything since college.”

Aidan was thankful that Heathcliff was busy rummaging through a drawer. When he saw what the man held in his hands, he made himself little.

Heathcliff threw the pack of condoms and the lube on the bed and hopped on it. Aidan tried to sit casually, but he could not do it.

Heathcliff grinned. “Are you nervous, Spark? You don’t have to be. What? Am I that big compared to your fuck buddies?”

“Yeah,” Aidan said while his eyes remained staring at Heathcliff’s cock. “The biggest.”

“Thank you for the compliment. Now come here,” Heathcliff whispered, and pulled him into a kiss.

Kissing was something he could handle. Aidan enjoyed how Heathcliff’s hard body pressed his into the bed. Their erections were touching, and he liked that, too. His bed partner was good at this, he could tell, even without any basis for comparison. Heathcliff began moving lower, kissing his jawline, biting his neck playfully, and going south.

Aidan gasped and moaned as Heathcliff took his nipples one by one and played with his tongue around them. It was the most pleasant type of torture he could think of. Heathcliff’s tongue traced a long wet trail between his solar plexus and his belly button where it stopped for an earnest dip.

“Fuck, so good,” he barely managed to whisper.

Heathcliff was keen on being totally in charge, by what he could tell. When his cock got attacked by hungry lips, Aidan had to ask himself what he was going to do if he were to blow too soon.

No, it wasn’t a matter of ‘if’. Heathcliff was sucking his cock with purpose, helping himself with the hands, one on Aidan’s balls, squeezing gently, the other at the base of his dick. Aidan whimpered. It was too much. Was it okay to blow so soon? But what was he going to do later?

“Heath, I’m gonna come if you do this,” he complained.

There was no response except for a hot mouth swallowing him to the hilt. Aidan bucked his hips upward, no longer in control while Heathcliff milked him to the last drop. As he dropped back on the bed, he covered his face with his hands.

“Well, I think that now you’ll feel a little less nervous about me pounding your gorgeous ass with my big cock,” Heathcliff said carefully.

Aidan moved his hands away, pretending he wasn’t embarrassed. “I will?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes, you will,” Heathcliff assured him and placed a small playful kiss on his lips. “Now forgive me if I get to work, but it’s only this much I can show restraint.”

“Okay,” Aidan said. “Do you want me to suck you, too? Maybe a little?”

Heathcliff made a small, impatient gesture. “No. I love your mouth, Aidan, but I really need to feel that butt.”

“Okay,” Aidan whispered, his voice meek.

Heathcliff was right, to a certain degree. He was no longer that nervous. His bones were like jelly, and he had just seen heaven. But he was still an anal virgin, and Heathcliff’s impatience was not something he could take lightly just as he couldn’t take that gorgeous hard cock lightly.

All in all, the situation was pretty hard.

Heathcliff knelt by the bed and pulled him closer. Aidan gasped as he felt the man’s tongue on his balls, then going lower. Heathcliff helped him to adjust his position so that he could rim him. Aidan bit his hand, and his eyes rolled in his head. His dick was spent, but he could bet that thing was twitching now that Heathcliff’s tongue was in his ass.

So that was how rimming felt like. It was a revelation, and one of the top tier kind since Aidan was pretty certain nothing could compare to it. He was sure he was making some weird sounds because Heathcliff stopped.

“Do you like it?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?” Aidan mumbled. “It’s fucking everything.”

“Good to know,” Heathcliff chuckled. “Now, forgive me if I’m not making this as long as I wish, but my cock is going to burst if I’m teasing it anymore.”

“Go ahead,” Aidan said, trying to sound sure of himself.

Wet fingers were probing his backdoor slowly and, in spite of himself, Aidan grabbed the sheets with both hands. No, no, no, he needed to relax. It was like a yoga exercise if he thought about it. Breathe in, breathe out … repeat.

Maybe it helped, or Heathcliff was using lube in generous quantities because he could feel how his ass was slowly opening. Even if Heathcliff was impatient, he was too experienced not to realize that he was dealing with a pretty tight ass.

The other’s fingers were going deeper, slowly massaging the muscles inside and Aidan could feel a new sensation growing. He had never gone this far when fingering himself, and the fact that he had postponed buying a dildo and experiment a little seemed a serious overlook on this part now, more than ever.

Not that it didn’t feel good. Actually, it felt great, like a different kind of pleasure he had no idea existed. The slow stretching was nice, too. People were exaggerating when talking about anal sex and making jokes about how much it hurt. So many of them were having plenty of it, Aidan was sure.

“I guess you’re ready,” Heathcliff whispered and straightened up to put a condom on.

Aidan pushed himself on his elbows to look at him. Heathcliff was gorgeous. He was a guy who took to bed only other gorgeous men. Yet, Aidan was there, his dick already sucked, his ass well prepared, and waiting to lose his V-card to that man.

“Here I go,” Heathcliff joked and put himself in position.

Aidan smiled. So that sensation that he had only felt it so far with the fingers, he was going to feel it again, but more intense, better, right? He could feel Heathcliff’s cock against his entrance. His own cock was leaking, hard again, leaning on one side.

A small push and Aidan jolted. “Fuck!”

“What?” Heathcliff was startled, too. “Aidan, you better not tell me you forgot to file some stupid documents at work.”

“No,” he scowled. “It’s just … Okay, you really are big.”

“I know,” Heathcliff chuckled. “But you should get a little bit more creative with the compliments, bunny boy.”

“It’s not a compliment; it’s a fact,” Aidan replied.

Heathcliff shrugged. “Okay, I’ll take it.”

And he started pushing again. Aidan forced himself not to cry out. Okay, all the jokes about anal sex and whatnot were right. It hurt. But he could not tell Heathcliff to stop right now.

“You definitely haven’t had sex since college,” Heathcliff noted with a small grunt. “You’re tight as fuck.”

He changed his angle, and Aidan felt a bit of relief. How were those breathing exercises? In and out, in and out …

He could tell Heathcliff was taking things slow, most probably surprised with having to deal with such a tight opening.

“Hey,” Heathcliff called softly and touched his cheek. “Tell me if it hurts too much.”

“I think,” Aidan licked his lips, “I’m getting used to it. Yeah, I’m getting there; don’t worry.”

“Okay,” Heathcliff replied, but he didn’t seem that convinced.

He withdrew a little and added more lube. By the small frown on his face, Aidan could tell he was puzzled. Aidan sighed in relief. When Heathcliff got back to work, it was a bit better.

“All in,” Heathcliff said like it was a victory of sorts.

Which, of course it was, seeing what a hard ass Aidan was, no pun intended. The good news was that he was, indeed, getting used to the sensation. The even better news was that when Heathcliff began to move, slowly at first, the sensation from before, the pleasant one, started to return.

Aidan could not make quite clear what was pain and what was pleasure, but the latter definitely grew. Heathcliff was murmuring words of praise that involved his ass, and Aidan could sense a different kind of arousal. Heathcliff was also holding him by the legs, keeping him in place, and giving him a sense of security that was not entirely physical.

Aidan touched his dick gingerly, a bit surprised to find it rock hard. He began to pump it, as he expressed his growing pleasure through small grunts and moans.

This was it. And it was friggin’ better than anything. Yeah, he was jerking off, but he was doing it with an amazing cock up his ass that was hitting something like a perfect spot inside and was making his entire body squirm in pleasure. He could feel his eyes getting moist, his mouth filling with drool and he was certain he was coming although he needed to look to be sure, something difficult to do with his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck, Aidan, you’re so hot,” Heathcliff whispered, and his hammering intensified.

His cock spent for a second time that night, Aidan finally dared to open his eyes. He took in Heathcliff as he was moving on top of him, a serious expression etched on his face, and he could not stop himself.

Aidan put both his hands on Heathcliff’s cheeks, and his thumbs caressed sensuous lips. He let them wander next, making sure to play with the man’s nipples, which were hard and aroused, and so pleasant to play with. He pulled at them hard, and Heathcliff cursed under his breath.

It looked like he hadn’t been off the mark with that nipple play. Heathcliff pushed one time hard, making the bed creak, then a second and a third time and stood there, his fingers digging into Aidan’s thighs.

He liked looking at Heathcliff like this, he realized, as the man pulled back. Heathcliff almost stumbled toward the bathroom, probably to throw away the used condom.

With one hand, he reached between his legs. His ass had been thoroughly used, that was for sure. But even touching it gently like this still gave him small shivers of pleasure.

***

Fuck, Heathcliff thought, as he came back and looked at Aidan, as he laid there, stretched on the bed, lazily fingering himself. The bunny’s ass had been everything and more. So damn tight and wonderful, and Heathcliff couldn’t tell whether it was because he hadn’t done it in a while, or Aidan was truly special, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t blown a load so big in a long, long time.

The bunny was still shy, but that was something they were going to work on. With all that timidity, however, Aidan hadn’t hesitated to pull at his nipples hard, and that had been all he needed to go over the edge.

He had been surprised seeing how tight Aidan was. Not that he only fucked well-used guys, but that was something new. Aidan was not a virgin, but he had fucked very little in his life. Or maybe his fuck buddies preferred to bottom?

Heathcliff shook his head. With an ass like that, it would have been a shame for Aidan to top most of the time.

“How was it?” he asked, as he lay on the bed, next to Aidan.

“Super,” Aidan said with a small satisfied sigh, followed by a lazy smile. “Seriously, I thought losing your V-card should be tougher.”

Heathcliff blinked a few times, and Aidan’s smile faded. “What card?” he asked slowly, still not believing his ears.

“Nothing. It’s an expression,” Aidan said quickly and looked away. “Maybe I should go get a shower,” he made a move to sit up.

Heathcliff was quick to grab him and pull him back. “Aidan,” he said a tiny bit menacingly, “tell me I didn’t just pop your cherry.”

“You didn’t,” Aidan squirmed in his arms.

“Don’t take me for a fool. I’m not ancient. I know what a V-card is.”

“Are you mad?” Aidan squeezed his eyes hard and then opened them quickly.

Heathcliff huffed. “I want to strangle you a little. Why didn’t you tell me?”

No, that wasn’t what he wanted to do to bunny boy. He could feel his lips twitching, and he wasn’t exactly angered. Actually, what he felt was far from anger.

“I thought you would say ‘no’,” Aidan whispered. “Maybe you don’t do virgins or something.”

Heathcliff shook his head, still not believing what had just transpired from what Aidan told him. “That’s silly. I kept wondering why the hell you felt so tight, though. Ugh, I do want to punish you a little.”

He pulled Aidan on top of him and kept him close. “I did pop your cherry,” he laughed into sweaty strands of chestnut colored hair.

Reaching for Aidan’s ass in this position was easy. Slowly, he began testing the tight opening that had just welcomed him earlier, not without some resistance. Aidan shivered in his arms. “So how was it for real?” he asked.

“The best I’ve ever had?” Aidan joked, but even his voice was trembling a little.

“Smartass,” Heathcliff said, and pushed two fingers inside, busy checking for damages. “How come you blurted out the truth, though? Otherwise, you seemed to have kept your secret well hidden from me. Fuck buddies, pretending to be experienced, cruising dating apps …”

“Too well fucked, I guess. My mind going all blank and that,” Aidan whispered and hid his face in the crook of Heathcliff’s shoulder.

“Ah, now that’s what I call a compliment,” Heathcliff whispered back and kissed Aidan’s temple. “You should have told me, though. I would have been more patient, taken more time to get you ready. And I thought you were just a little fussy over the deal I proposed.”

“It was perfect,” Aidan murmured. “Thank you.”

Heathcliff felt the sudden need to swallow a lump in his throat. His bed partners often praised him for his moves, his prowess in bed, his cock and many other things. But he could not recall being thanked for a good fucking. This hadn’t been just a good fucking. It had been much more and not only because he was, practically, Aidan’s first man. Getting his head around that idea was hard.

“Am I really your first?” Heathcliff asked gently, caressing Aidan’s hair slowly, while his other hand was still busy feeling the other’s asshole.

“Yeah. Trust me; I tried to keep it a secret. Apparently, all the blood from my brain, along with any traces of self-preservation went someplace else.” Aidan snickered, but by his light trembling, he was enjoying what Heathcliff was doing to him very much. “I’m so glad you’re not mad, Heath.”

“I couldn’t be. It’s … well, my ego just received a well-deserved boost.”

“Well-deserved,” Aidan giggled.

“So, did you just recently discover that you like guys?”

“No, I’ve known for a while. But except for some handjobs and blowjobs, I haven’t done anything. I mean, until now,” Aidan sighed contently.

“Would you like to do it again? At least, this time I know I’m dealing with a virgin.” Heathcliff increased the rhythm of his fingers, being rewarded immediately by Aidan’s hitched breath and small bucks of his hips.

“I can only be an anal virgin once,” Aidan said, but he was laughing.

“Until this night is over, you’ll still be one. At least give me that,” Heathcliff demanded.

“Well, there is one thing I haven’t done,” Aidan replied. “Can I fuck you?”

“Whoa, whoa,” Heathcliff reacted. “Curb your enthusiasm, bunny boy.”

“What? Are you an anal virgin, too?” Aidan snickered.

Heathcliff was surprised by the young man’s audacity. But, by now, he should have been used to it. However, he would not go there right now. “I know everything about gay sex. Your delicious ass decided your fate, I’m afraid, bunny boy. You’d be wasted as a top.”

“Try me,” Aidan moved his head and pushed himself up a little to look at Heathcliff.

Why was it suddenly difficult to look into those pretty brown eyes?

“Maybe another time,” Heathcliff decided to brush it off and pulled Aidan into a deep kiss.

Bunny boy didn’t protest. He liked kissing just as much as Heathcliff, so they both delved into it, their tongues soon engaged in a small battle of wills.

This time, when they rolled on the bed, with Heathcliff on top again, they took their time to look into each other’s eyes. Heathcliff knew everything about gay sex, and that was a fact. But except for a long time ago, he could not recall feeling like this. Like he wanted to drown into Aidan’s pretty brown eyes.

“What?” Aidan asked and bit his bottom lip quickly.

“What-what?” Heathcliff teased.

“You’re looking at me like, I don’t know. Don’t tell me I’m the first who ever got his cherry popped by you.” Aidan snickered, and his eyes darted sideways.

“Actually, yeah, you’re my first. Hard to find virgins in a city like the one we’re living in.”

“Seriously? Am I the only victim of helicopter parenting, then? And I thought everyone lied on Facebook and whatever. I really thought they were all closeted virgins.” Aidan licked his lips nervously.

“Helicopter parenting?” Heathcliff commented, amused.

“Well, I love my mom and dad. But they wouldn’t be surprised with me being a virgin at twenty-two. They would say that’s good and that I should wait for that special someone.”

“Your parents are awesome,” Heathcliff said, his lips twitching.

“Really?” Aidan glared. “If it were for them, I’d still be a virgin. I’m sure they would tell me not to sleep with you.”

“Then I’m lucky they don’t know.”  Heathcliff leaned in and stole another quick kiss from Aidan’s pouty lips. “How come you slept with me, then?”

“The chick should fly out of the coop at one point. And for me, I think it was long overdue. Don’t you think?”

“No, actually I think twenty-two is a good age to lose your V-card,” Heathcliff joked.

“Yeah, right,” Aidan snorted. “When did you lose yours, then?”

“I was eighteen. But we’re not talking about me.” Heathcliff hurried to change the subject. “What did your parents tell you that made you so cautious?”

Aidan shrugged. “You know, the usual. That there are bad people everywhere. That being young shouldn’t mean being irresponsible. And, of course, that I should make sure, really, really sure, that’s something I want.”

“Hmm,” Heathcliff purred. “So you are sure, really, really sure?”

“If you keep teasing me, I don’t think I’ll keep being sure for long,” Aidan threatened him, but he was smiling.

“Then I must say that I’m glad you picked me,” Heathcliff concluded.

“You were the one who picked me,” Aidan pointed out. “And who could tell you ‘no’?”

“Ah, so you haven’t bought the whole deal thing for a moment, then?” Heathcliff asked. “And I thought myself so clever.”

“What? We don’t have a deal?” Aidan’s eyes grew wide.

“Don’t worry; I won’t rush to the tabloids with the story of how you lost your V-card to me. But I thought you played along because you liked me.”

Heathcliff had no intention to sound like a miffed kid when saying those words, but he was a bit annoyed. It was like Aidan, virgin or no-longer-a-virgin Aidan, was still slipping through his fingers.

“Of course I like you, you big spoilt fitness guru or whatever you are because I won’t call you that, seeing how much like a kid you behave. Seriously? Do you need validation from someone like me?”

“Someone like you? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“C’mon, don’t make me spell it. Average. Non-supermodel material. A guy on the street.”

“I don’t see you that way,” Heathcliff protested.

“Then there’s really something wrong with your eyes,” Aidan burst into laughter.

“Bunny,” Heathcliff warned, “I have perfect taste in men, and my eyes are not that bad.”

“Exactly.” Aidan squirmed a little under him. “You have perfect taste in men, and I’m an exception. I have no gorgeous six-pack; I’m not particularly handsome; I don’t have amazing muscles; I don’t--”

“You forget that I checked you personally, and from the perspective of a fitness trainer. You have nice muscles, with good definition, even if they’re not cut from some bodybuilder magazine. You’re cute as a button, and your eyes are especially pretty. You may not have a six-pack, but you are in perfect shape, and I like your body very much. Especially your ass is bound to leave a long-lasting impression, no matter where you go.”

Aidan looked at him for a few seconds, opened his mouth, and then closed it.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Heathcliff said. “Do you think someone like Matt has anything on you? It’s the other way around, bunny boy.”

“Wow, I mean, do you really mean it? There’s no point to lie since I’m already in your bed, and it’s not like I’m going to say ‘no’ if you say ‘let’s fuck again’.”

“Hmm, thanks for letting me know in advance. And you’re more than Matt in every possible way.”

“And now my ego is receiving a boost, and I can’t say it’s well-deserved. Matt and other guys like him are supermodels! I mean, have you seen that guy’s cheekbones? I mean--”

“Stop it with that guy already,” Heathcliff warned. “I can’t remember his face right now, and I fucked dozens like him. Do you know where’s the difference?”

Aidan looked at him with questioning eyes. “Where?”

Heathcliff caressed the other’s forehead slowly. “Unlike Matt and others like him, you don’t have only half a brain. You’re witty, funny, a hard worker. Just look how serious you are about your job.”

“So you fucked me because of my PowerPoint skills?” Aidan mumbled, but he didn’t look away.

His big brown eyes were filled with excitement.

“PowerPoint? Where did that come from?” Heathcliff asked.

“Never mind,” Aidan said quickly. “So do you like me? For real?”

“Is this level of insecurity a consequence of helicopter parenting?”

“It might be.”

“Let me put your mind at ease, then. I like you.”

“And you’re not just going to call Matt or someone like him tomorrow because you’re already bored of me?”

“Bored of you? I barely had a taste. And it looks like you have a knack for postponing sex with conversation. What do you say? Are you ready for another round? I promise I’ll treat you kindly, like a virgin should be treated,” Heathcliff promised solemnly.

Aidan snickered. “Maybe not so kindly. I like, um, feeling you,” he added, and this time, he looked away.

Heathcliff kissed him. Bunny boy was tons of fun. And he wasn’t afraid of saying what he wanted. For Heathcliff, that was super cool.

TBC

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