“None,” Gage assured him. “I promise.”
Aaron nosed his way beneath Gage’s jaw and took in his scent. It was a primal, brutish thing he didn’t often indulge in, but tonight, he felt he needed it. The notes of Gage’s omega were strongest there—light and airy, and reminiscent of the summer they’d spent together as lovers. The scent mingled with the woodsy scent of Gage’s bodywash and made Aaron hunger to discover more of him.
With a hitched gasp, Gage arched his hips, pushing his cock against Aaron’s thigh. Aaron, in turn, pushed down into him in small, subtle movements that didn’t make the couch groan beneath their weight. He was highly aware that Bo was sleeping in the other room, and while noise from the television didn’t seem like enough to wake him up, Aaron figured that it was a familiar sound that Bo’s mind naturally tuned out. A gasp of pleasure and the creaking groan of the couch? Not so much.
There had to be somewhere else to go—somewhere they could do what they wanted without the danger of being discovered by their young son.
The office.
The thought momentarily bothered Aaron. He pictured Gage, naked and shivering, hunched over the arm of his computer chair as he struggled to stop himself from vomiting after his first show. How many tears had he cried in that room? How much heartache had he suffered there?
Aaron couldn’t turn back time, but he could go out of his way to reclaim the parts of Gage’s identity that he’d sacrificed to keep food on the table. Piece by piece, Aaron wanted to fit Gage back together and restore him from the current, fragmented version of himself that he’d become. The broken boy he’d come home to would be whole again. Aaron would make sure of it.
“We need a closed door,” Aaron whispered against Gage’s skin, letting the words tantalize him. “I want to touch you, but I don’t want Bo walking in on us. Will you come with me to the other room, BP?”
“You want to…” Gage trailed off, the assumption unspoken.
Aaron kissed his neck and let the weight of his words speak for themselves. “I want to take you in your office, Gage. Let’s take back that room forever before you leave this place for good.”
11
Gage
The office door creaked as it opened, and the lights hummed and flickered when Gage flipped them on. The room was tiny to begin with, but with another adult body occupying the space, it was claustrophobic. Gage turned to apologize, but before he could make a sound, Aaron had pulled him into his arms again and stolen a kiss from his lips. All thoughts of speech fled. Gage's fingers hooked into the front of Aaron's shirt while his mind jettisoned the anxious, nervous feelings that imagining Aaron in his office had brought on.
There was no judgment in Aaron’s touch and no scathing criticism in his tone. When he’d spoken, he’d done so with sincerity. Gage had hurt him—he could see it in Aaron’s eyes—but Aaron still loved him, and he cared as much now as he did when their love was young and uncomplicated. What Aaron had told him all those years ago still held true.
Gage would be cared for. Gage would be loved.
At last, he could let go.
The office didn’t contain much. Gage’s desk was at the far end of the room, a desktop computer set up on it. The tall back of an office chair obscured the monitor from the doorway. There was a blanket—Gage’s favorite—folded neatly on one end of the desk out of view of the webcam perched on the top of Gage’s screen, and a plastic tumbler of water that Gage had forgotten to bring back to the kitchen the last time he was in the room. A bottle of lube—important in Gage’s line of business—sat on the desk by the water.
Gage found himself wanting to apologize for how sparse and cheap the room was, but he never had the chance. Aaron’s kiss persisted until they’d arrived at the office chair, at which point, Gage folded down onto it, his joints too weak with pleasure to keep him standing on his own.
Aaron, meanwhile, dropped to his knees.
“Aaron?” Gage asked, his heart racing. Just entering the room made him feel sick and unaroused, but seeing Aaron on his knees overrode all of Gage’s prior associations. “What are you…?”
But asking what Aaron was up to didn’t seem as important when Aaron pulled Gage’s chair toward him and nuzzled the bulge behind Gage’s fly. Blinding need flashed through Gage, and he sank back into the chair and wrapped one hand behind Aaron’s head, holding it to his crotch.
More.More.He neededmore.
“Fuck, BP,” Aaron murmured. He grabbed the pull tab of Gage’s zipper with his teeth and tugged it down as Gage watched in amazement. “I missed this. All of this. I missed you so much.”
“Missed you, too,” Gage whispered. He stroked Aaron’s hair, his heart in his throat, as Aaron buried his face against his crotch and nuzzled Gage’s erection.
It wasn’t long before Aaron had hooked his fingers behind the elastic waistband of Gage’s boxer-briefs and slowly tugged them down. As he did, his tongue met each part of Gage that was exposed—first, the glossy head of his cock, then the ridge beneath it and the shaft that followed. Gage, superheated, watched in awe as Aaron’s tongue swirled and stroked. Pleasure shot through him at random, sometimes too intense to tolerate, and sometimes not enough to sate him.
He’d missed this.
He’d missed Aaron.
So. Damned. Much.
“Love this,” Aaron whispered against his cock. The movement of breath against his sensitive skin made Gage want to buck into his mouth. He remembered what it had been like to be buried in Aaron’s throat, and he wanted to know that pleasure all over again. “Love you. Wanna swallow your cock all day, BP. Wanna make it mine.”
There were things Gage wanted to say—too many. They overloaded his brain and fizzled out before they ever reached his vocal cords. Instead, he stroked Aaron’s hair to encourage him and made small, delicate noises of bliss. With any luck, the sounds Gage made wouldn’t make it through the wall separating the office from the bedroom. Aaron had closed the office door before pulling Gage to him, and Gage was sure he’d locked it as well, but Gage knew they’d have to stop if Bo started thumping his fists on the door, desperate to get inside to see what was wrong.
