But there were very few things in life that could be redone. Choices had been made for him, and he’d been denied the chance to change the course of Gage’s life.
That didn’t mean that he couldn’t set things right now—that he couldn’t stand up for the man who was his world.
Aaron couldn’t let this go.
“Every night you spent with him, every time you degraded him, and every single fucking time you touched yourself while watching him, he was mine. I may not have been there then to defend him, but things are different now. I’m here for him. This is over. All of it is over. I hope you enjoyed what you had while it lasted, because you will never see him again.”
“Aaron,” Gage whispered, partially in shock, and partially in awe.
But Aaron wasn’t done. He tugged the chair closer and reached up, wrenching the webcam down sharply at the same time as he rolled the chair back from the desk. The image blurred, obscuring their bodies as the camera struggled to refocus, then became clear again. In the preview window on the website, all that could be seen was the floor and their legs from the knee down. The stream continued. Messages kept pouring in. They weren’t Aaron’s focus anymore—Gage was.
He pressed a hot kiss to Gage’s neck, then nipped his earlobe. The hand that had once been on Gage’s thigh returned, then slipped inward. His palm caressed Gage’s semi, hoping to stroke it back to life.
“Oh... f-fuck,” Gage uttered. He shivered, then pressed into Aaron’s hand. “Baby…”
“I’m so sorry, BP,” Aaron replied. As enraged as he was with the behavior of Gage’s viewers, he was angrier at himself. Who was he, to leave his lover for years on end for something as trivial as a lab grant and a PhD candidacy? Who the hell was he to leave Gage when Gage needed him the most? “I didn’t know it would be like this. I didn’t know you’d have to suffer.”
With a shuddering sigh, Gage pushed his hips forward. Aaron stopped teasing him—he palmed Gage’s cock and started to stroke. In the preview window on the web browser, Gage’s legs stretched and his feet angled sharply downward, tense with pleasure. The sight was totally innocent, but not a single person watching wouldn’t understand what was going on.
Aaron would taunt the men who’d treated Gage like garbage. He’d hold everything they wanted just beyond their line of sight.
And while he did it, he’d make Gage come on his knot. He’d chase the negative associations of the room away.
He would make thisright.
Aaron’s stiffened shaft slid between Gage’s cheeks. It stroked and tempted, and as it did, their legs moved on camera to reflect what was going on.
“I promise, it’s never going to be like this again,” Aaron said. He continued to work his hand, bringing Gage to arch his hips and squirm. Each time he did, new pleasure arrowed through Aaron. The way Gage’s ass rubbed against his cock robbed him of breath and left him wanting more. “I love you, and I’m going to take care of you.”
“I know you will.” Gage lifted his hips up from Aaron’s lap. The space between their bodies was just enough so that Aaron could guide himself to Gage’s hole. They’d planned to have sex after the stream—to take the high from the announcement of Gage’s retirement and expend it all over Gage’s office in order to reclaim the room—but the invitation couldn’t be clearer.
Gage wanted Aaron to take him on live stream.
He wanted the world to know he was spoken for every bit as much as Aaron did.
“We’re still on stream, baby,” Aaron reminded him, just in case he was reading Gage wrong. “They can see our legs.”
“Yeah.” Gage tilted his head back and kissed Aaron’s cheek. “That’s all I want them to see.”
Then, with a gentle sway of his hips, Gage sat on Aaron’s cock, and Aaron’s world narrowed itself to a singular point of importance.
Gage.
Always and forever, Gage.
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One hard thrust, then another. Aaron worked his hips desperately, driving himself up into Gage as Gage pushed down onto him. In the preview window on Gage’s monitor, Aaron watched his calves tense while Gage’s legs bounced with every thrust.
Need seized him.
More. More.More.
“BP,” Aaron moaned. He pushed hard into Gage as Gage used the armrests as leverage and sank down onto him. “Oh, fuck, BP… this is okay? You want this?”
“Yes.” Gage’s voice was murky with lust, and he fucked himself mercilessly on Aaron’s cock. Fire fueled them, rage and years of pent-up arousal unleashing at once. They’d burn Gage’s old life to the ground so the new one could rise from its ashes. Aaron didn’t care what it would take—he’d see it through to the end. “I need it. Please,please.”
