“Almostletting him fuck you.”
“Yes! Yes—almost.” Aaron hums.
“See? Not so bad, was it?” I shake my head against his shoulder and as he grabs my cheek—pulling me back to hold my face, staring down at me—I’m loving every second of this. “Aw, you’re crying so much. Are you done? Are you done being a brat?” I nod and Aaron kisses my forehead. “Tell me.” I shudder.
“I’m done. I’m donebeing a brat.”
“Good boy, Benjamin. Good boy.” I’m groaning—trying to pull him against me, but he’s stronger. He pushes me down onto the center of his bed and pulls my pants off the rest of the way, throwing them on his floor. He takes my shoes and socks with them.
Aaron’s leaving the bed and I’m springing up—I don’t want him to leave me, not again.
“Wait!” He turns to me, pushing me back down.
“I need to go to that drawer right there—you’ll see me the whole time. Don’t move.” Swallowing, I nod. I watch him walk across the room and reach into a drawer. He comes back with a bottle of lube.Fuck. “Last chance to run screaming, Button.” He’s unbuttoning his pants.
“I want you.” Aaron groans—palming himself through his jeans, his other hand abandoning his zipper and snapping out to touch me. He pushes my thighs open and latches onto the scar he gave me. He drives me crazy with every little kiss—every little bite.
“It pisses me off so bad that you’re off sleeping around. You know that?” I nod because I knew it would. “Are you wearing that collar when they fuck you?” He asks, looking at the button around my neck. I nod again. “Filthy.” He spits—licking up my thigh, kissing around the base of my cock.
“I think of you.” I tell him—and he freezes. He doesn’t even look at me.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I can’t tell how he’s reacting, but I’ve always been uncomfortably honest. No reason to stop here.
“When they’re fucking me. If I want it to feel good, I think of you.” He leans back on his heels, pulling his hands off of me and laying them in his lap.
“Why… why would you say that?” Moving to sit up on my elbows, I watch him—curious and a little alarmed. I didn’t think he’d react this way.
“Because it’s true.”
“Ha.” He isn’t looking at me.
“Aaron?” He’s shaking his head. I’ve messed it up.
“No more, Benjamin—not tonight. Just go to bed, okay? I’ll go sleep on the couch.” I can feel my heart beating—I can feel my throat closing.Straight panic.
“No—” I whisper but he’s halfway across the room. “No!” Aaron jumps—turning around to stare at me. His eyes are wet, tears falling down his cheeks. A mirror of one another. “You’re always fuckingleaving me.”
“Benja—”
“No! Come here.” After a moment, Aaron walks toward me and sits on the edge of the bed in his jeans—head bowed. “Why are you mad, Aaron? What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing—you did nothing. I just can’t.” He can’t? After bringing me all the way here? After all these years?
“Why not?”
“I’m not doing this.” Aaron stands, walking back toward the door again. I’m up before he can stop me.
“You always get to decide!” I punch him in the arm. He lets me—stopping where he stands. “You get to decide when we do and when we don’t!” A punch to the side. “You get to decide if we’re together or if I’m alone!” A punch in the back. “I can’t fuck somebody else either—because that’sAaron’s decision!” I’m not sure where I’m punching anymore, but he’s facing me now, staring down at me while I scream and cry. “You hate me when I don’t want you around and don’t want me when I need you. What the fuck? Why won’t you leave me alone then? Why are you the only one who doesn’t scare me?!” I’m wailing on him now—punch after punch. Eventually he grabs my wrists, wrestling with me until I’m pinned under him on the bed.
“Enough, Benjamin.”
“I hate you!”
“No, you don’t.” I spit—watching it hit his cheek, watching him close his eyes and take a deep breath.
“I hate you.” He pins my wrists on either side of my head, wiping his cheek on his shoulder.
“Even if you do hate me, Button—you love me more.”
