Jay tore his gaze away from the cup and looked at Aaron, impossibly handsome even with his messy hair and wearing dinosaur sweatpants instead of his signature suit. His face radiated concern, his body tense, ready to jump up and hurry downstairs should Jay decide he wanted something.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Aaron. I’m so fucking lucky you didn’t give me a fake smile and tell me to fuck off that first night we met.” Jay cupped Aaron’s face, careful not to jostle the tray between them. “I want to take you out on a date and kiss you at the end of the night. And then I want to do it again the next day, the next week—as often as you’ll let me.”
“I want that too,” Aaron whispered.
They moved toward each other at the same time, their lips pressing together softly. The earlier wild frenzy was replaced with a cozy feeling of belonging, and Jay reveled in the sweetness of Aaron’s lips, enjoying the soft, unhurried kisses that felt like the beginning of something wonderful. After a few minutes, Aaron placed a final peck on his cheek and straightened.
“Eat your food before it gets too cold.” Aaron pointed to Jay’s plate before digging into his own. Jay obeyed without complaint.
They ate slowly, their bodies in constant contact, shoulders pressed together, never pulling away.
After they finished, Aaron took the dishes back to the kitchen while Jay lounged on the bed.
“We should take a shower before we go back to sleep,” Aaron said when he returned. “You’re staying, right?”
Jay’s heart fluttered with nervous excitement. They’d already spent one night together, but this time would be on purpose. After they’d agreed to date.
Their first night together as boyfriends.
“I want to stay,” he whispered, staring into Aaron’s eyes to catch the moment they lit up with satisfaction. “But I have to get up early to go over to Layla’s and help set up.”
“Oh, is she doing something for the Fourth of July?”
“Family and friends barbecue.”
It hit Jay that he hadn’t asked Aaron what he was doing for the holiday. If he had anywhere to go. Aaron was new to the city and constantly working, so it was unlikely that he had plans. “Do you want to come with me?”
“Meeting the family already? You move fast.”
Jay laughed and tugged Aaron closer. “I have to warn you, my sisters will be insufferable once they find out I finally asked you out.”
“I think I can deal with that. But isn’t it rude to just show up uninvited?”
“Nah. They make more food than we can eat, and people drop by all the time.” Jay ran his fingers through Aaron’s silky hair and pressed his lips to his forehead. “I’d love for you to come and meet everyone.”
“I’d like that.” Aaron sighed and leaned in. “I didn’t make any plans. Kind of assumed I’d be called into the office, but they’ve been quiet all weekend.”
“Perfect. Now, let’s go take that shower.” Jay looked down at his wrinkled shirt, damp with sweat. “I’ll need to borrow some clothes.”
Aaron bit his bottom lip to hide his smile. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a sister who’s exactly your size, but I’m sure we can figure something out.”
Aaron led them to the bathroom and turned on the shower while Jay looked around in wonder. A few weeks ago, when he was here for dinner, the counters had been spotless. In fact, everything he’d seen of Aaron so far had been neat and tidy, perfectly organized.
Not today. Not here. The bathroom was an absolute chaos of bottles, jars, tubes, and other toiletries taking up every available surface, along with some truly random items. Aaron caught him looking around and shrugged. “Don’t judge me. I have a routine.”
“Does your routine include a purple Sharpie?” Jay picked up the colorful marker from the counter and quirked an eyebrow.
“It might.” Aaron huffed while tugging off his sweatpants. He put one hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow, his half-hard cock hanging between his legs. “Do you want to complain about how messy I am, or would you rather get a shower blowjob?”
He didn’t wait for a response, turning around and walking into the stall. Jay shook his head with a silent chuckle and stuck the Sharpie back into the toothbrush holder before following. There was plenty of space for two, the large showerhead raining hot water over both of them.
Aaron grabbed the tall, slender bottle of bodywash and squeezed a generous amount onto his palm, filling the air with the scent of tart citrus. He nudged Jay to turn around before running his slick hands down Jay’s back, massaging the skin as he traveled down, working the soap into a lather. His fingers lingered on Jay’s ass, spending longer than necessary kneading the cheeks before continuing on to his thighs and shins. To Jay’s surprise, he didn’t stop there, kneeling behind Jay and pickingup his foot, gently rubbing the rough skin of the sole before rinsing it and repeating the process on the other side.
Jay leaned against the wall, resting his forehead on the cold tile. He was overwhelmed by Aaron’s ministrations, by the sweet and reverent touches that washed whatever doubts had remained down the drain with the soapy water.
“Turn around.” Aaron’s husky voice pierced through Jay’s languid thoughts, and he obeyed without hesitation. It immediately became obvious just how much Aaron’s touch had affected him. His heavy erection bobbed up and down, grazing Aaron’s cheek. A sly smile bloomed across Aaron’s face. “None of that now. I’m not done yet.”
The slow, sensuous movements whispering along Jay’s hot skin were pure torture. His breath hitched when Aaron trailed his fingertips up, bypassing his weeping cock.
