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Aaron grabbed hold of Caleb’s cock, which had been bobbing against his stomach, and jerked it. Caleb had been leaking for some time, his cock slick and hard. Caleb clenched Aaron’s cock tighter as Aaron worked his throbbing dick.

Without warning, Caleb’s breath caught as he shot white ropes of cum across Aaron’s chest and chin. Aaron went over the edge as Caleb’s orgasm caused his hole to tighten. They both cried out.

Caleb slowly leaned over and gently kissed Aaron as he slid off his cock. Aaron whimpered a bit as he slipped out, but didn’t stop the kisses.

“That was amazing,” Caleb eventually said, his face just inches from Aaron’s.

“I don’t think I can move.”

Caleb carefully climbed off Aaron and collapsed next to him. He nestled close to Aaron, using Aaron’s arm as a pillow. “I don’t think we have to.”

They lay there quietly, periodically touching and caressing one another, until they drifted off.

Chapter Seventeen

AARON woke up with a start, not realizing where he was at first. “Sorry!”

Something wasn’t right. He had to get up, but an arm over his chest and a leg over his trapped him in place.

“What’s wrong?” A man’s voice… Caleb’s voice, sounding groggy.

Caleb moved off him, and Aaron immediately missed the reassuring contact of Caleb’s body so close to his.

“Caleb. Sorry,” Aaron whispered, closing his eyes, wishing he could be anywhere but here. It was complete embarrassment waking up next to Caleb, practically screaming.

“It’s okay.” Caleb peppered kisses along Aaron’s shoulder. “What are you apologizing for?”

“Nothing. I forgot where I was. It’s been—” Aaron needed to stop talking. He’d only dig a deeper hole if he babbled on. He shook, and not from cold. Caleb in his bed was the last thing he should’ve allowed, but his resistance had crumbled. It’d been amazing, but the awkward part was on its way. And then what?

“You’re shaking. Aaron, talk to me.”

Aaron rolled off the bed. “It’s probably better if you go. I… I’ve got class to prepare for and—”

“What?”

The look of hurt on his face stabbed at Aaron’s heart. The furrowed brow, the confusion—it was something he never wanted to see on Caleb, especially if he was the cause.

“Look, you and me, it won’t work out. I’m not right for you. You need more than just a schoolteacher. We both know that.” Aaron turned to the bed where Caleb sat, the covers tangled around his waist so his chiseled chest was on display. It’d be too easy to fall back in with him and allow Caleb to do whatever he wanted.

“I don’t understand. I thought we were going to figure this out together. How can you possibly know we won’t work out?”

Aaron turned away, suddenly very aware that he stood naked in front of Caleb. Embarrassed heat rose in him as he thought about his very average body in front of Caleb’s handsome, athletic form. He couldn’t even think about what he’d allowed to happen earlier since it was something that should’ve stayed as a fantasy. He had to say something, anything, to get Caleb out of his apartment.

He steadied himself with a hand on the dresser across from his bed. “I can’t do this.”

Behind him, he heard Caleb shuffle out of bed. Instead of getting dressed, he spun Aaron around by the shoulder to face him. Aaron struggled to keep his emotions in check as they stood naked, face-to-face. He could crumble later. If he did that now, Caleb wouldn’t go.

“Talk. To. Me.” Caleb’s confusion and hurt tore at Aaron’s resolve. “I don’t understand.”

Aaron looked away, but Caleb gently brought his face back so their gaze met. Neither spoke. There was so much to tell, but saying it to Caleb didn’t seem right.

“I can’t,” Aaron finally said.

Caleb put his hands at Aaron’s waist. Their nakedness was distracting, and Aaron didn’t appreciate his body betraying him, his cock already semierect. It’d be so easy to cast aside the doubt and just pull Caleb back to bed. That would also be the worst possible move.

“Sure you can. We’ve known each other long enough that you can tell me anything.” His voice was soft, soothing, and caused a new wave of emotions to well up that Aaron struggled to keep at bay.

It took some time before he answered. He wanted to make sure he kept his voice even. “Not even Pam knows the whole story.”