“I don’t know what you mean.” Another pen straight to the dome. “Benjamin!” Yet another leaves my hand before he can even get my full name out. I’m grabbing the last pen when he jumps up from his bed. I yell, running to the opposite side of the room and as far away from his murderous glare as possible. I’m in front of his bedroom door now, him taking my spot by the one that belongs to the bathroom.
“I don’t understand.” I say, my hand still poised to throw the last pen. I watch him shake. “At least the last time this happened you still spoke to me afterward, didn’t ignore my calls.” Guilt flashes across Aaron's face, quickly replaced with a blank stare as he looks away.
“You’re making a big deal out of nothing, Benjamin.”
“Am I? Is that why you’re acting so normal and chill about everything, Aaron? Because from where I’m standing, you’re a scared little boy, hiding from me in his bedroom.”
Aaron lunges. I start to jump onto his bed to create distance when he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me back down and pressing my back against him.
“Scared little boy, huh?” He throws me down onto his bed. I flip around to face him, attempting to sit up only for his foot to pin me to the comforter, my knees hanging over the edge. I glare up at him.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I see.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I just don’t want to see you?” My breathing stops, eyes widening.What?The air from his fan blows against my skin where my shirt has ridden up, my hand wrapped around his ankle. I try my best to keep my eyes from watering, will my breathing to be even so hedoesn’t notice how much that ripped me apart. I wish he would look away for a moment—I wish I could itch. My wrist aches, begging. Like it knows its time has come.
“No,” I whisper. “I guess I haven’t.” Aaron’s eyes soften a fraction, his jaw once again clenching so hard I swear I can hear it.
“Yeah.” Is all he says. He looks away from me—his foot no longer pushes me down, just rests on my chest.
I’m trying to make sense of this new tension between us, trying to understand him, trying to make it quiet. There’s no way he doesn’t want to see me. Not after all of these years. Or… did last night, how far we went, how much I pushed and how frantic I acted—did that destroy it all? Was that enough for Aaron to want to never see me again? The memory of his voice caresses me, almost like a comfort.
“Don’t say these things to anyone else. Don’t speak to anyone else in that voice—the one that sounds like you’ll die if I don’t put my dick in you and fuck you within an inch of your life.”
No, there's no way. There’s no way he doesn't want to see me again. He’s trying to get me to leave, to give up.
“Are you trying to hurt me?” Aaron’s head snaps back toward me, green eyes wide. “Because if you are, it’s working.” His foot drops away from me and I slowly sit up, staring up at him as calmly as I can manage.
“Button, I… I don’twantto hurt you.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“Then what are you trying to do here? Because this sure as hell isn’t you not wanting to see me.” He gives me a stern look, as if to sayyou couldn’t just leave it well enough alone, could you?
“Listen to me.” He gets on his knees, settling between my legs on the floor. My heart quickens, my palms moistening. “I don’t know any other way to handle this situation other than to avoid you.”
The brutal honesty makes my chest ache as I stare down into his eyes. I can read them, for the first time I can read them with certainty. He’s scared—and he’s hurting—and he’s affectionate.His hands move to rest on my thighs in the world's hardest test of concentration.
“What do you mean?” He sighs, head drooping. After a moment he lifts his gaze to stare at my chest.
“I can’t… I can’t deny you, Benjamin—all I can do is run away when the damage is done. I’m a coward.” Shakily, I take a breath and place a hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes, brows furrowing.
“What?” I whisper.
“If you ask me to touch you, if you beg me to take you apart again, I won’t be able to say no—to resist the temptation.” His eyes lift to mine. “You know that right? When I’m touching you, you beg and bend to my will. But there is never a moment where I am not at your mercy. Simple as that.” Something hot and cruel ignites in my body. I can feel my cock hardening. And with that tremendous power he has over me, he turns off the noise.
Watching Aaron Archer on his knees in front of me, speaking to me like he’s confessing. It’s too soon after our last encounter. I can still feel his tongue on me. I think I’m dying.
I take a deep, shaky breath.
“Aaron, if you thought telling me that was going to convince me to leave this room, you’re dumber than I thought.” His forehead drops to my thigh.
“Benjamin, please. We can’t be doing any of this—we both know it. Why are you doing this to me? Why can’t you spare me?” I scoff, running a hand through his soft black curls.
“Me? Spareyou? I can’t even close my eyes without seeing you there—a deity pulling offerings from my body like I’m a fucking shrine made just for you.” I feel his hand tighten on my thigh. “I hear your voice. I hear you praise me, I feel you take what you want from me like it has always belonged to you, replacing each piece with something addictive.” Just when I think I might have said a bit too much, maybe got a bit too poetic, Aaron lifts his head. His face pained, a few tears slipping free from his eyes.
I slide off the bed, straddling his thighs as he sits back on his heels, holding his face in my hands. He places his hands over mine.
“You’re so beautiful.” He mutters, eyes cast down like he’s embarrassed by this whole thing. I take a deep breath, pulling his forehead down to meet mine.
“I was made to be touched by you.” I say, breathing in his low groan. “I fit so perfectly in your hands.” I feel his dick getting harder and harder. “Whenever I see you, my body is no longer mine, fighting its way to you.” Aaron's hands drop down to my hips, dragging them forward to rub our hard, clothed erections together. “Ahhh.” I moan—Aaron’s panting against my hair.
