Spark & Stone – Ch. 31
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2020 Laura S. Fox
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Gay Erotica
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Chapter Thirty-One – Run,
Baby, Run (But Then Come Back)
Aidan was at the foot of
the stairs in a heartbeat. Crazy scenarios, like his mother attempting to kill
Heathcliff by strangling him with a kitchen towel, were going through his mind.
His mom, however, didn't seem quite so bent on homicidal tendencies as the day
before, but in sort of a shock, the number one reason why she was asking for
her husband to come already and provide the necessary support.
Without wasting a moment
to wait and see how that would unfold, once his mom would shake off the initial
shock, and his dad would come downstairs, too, Aidan ran to the door, most
probably breaking some world record for ground speed but hopefully, not an
ankle, too.
He didn't even look at
Heathcliff, rushing by his mom, and just grabbing his unexpected visitor by one
hand and pulling him into the race.
"Aidan!" his mom yelled
after him.
Oh, great, the shock was
wearing off.
"Run," he said to
Heathcliff and broke into a sprint.
"What? Why?" Heathcliff
asked, but sped off to keep up with him.
"No time to explain! Just
run!"
Aidan linked his hand
tightly around Heathcliff's and ran into the street, only to stop one inch from
crashing into his neighbor, Mrs. Fitz.
"Hi, Mrs. Fitz," he
shouted. "Bye, Mrs. Fitz!" he added, as he maneuvered himself and Heathcliff
around the neighbor's walking frame.
"Bye, Aidan!" the
octogenarian called after him. "Is that your boyfriend?"
"Not now, Mrs. Fitz!" he
yelled over one shoulder. "I'll tell you everything!"
"I'll just ask your
mother," Mrs. Fitz's words faded in the morning air as they continued to run.
The neighborhood seemed
to be particularly animated at that hour, so Aidan continued to yell greetings
and dodge questions as he pulled Heathcliff after him until they finally left
the houses behind and ended up by the edge of a large pond, crashing on a
bench, his usual favorite spot as a teenager.
They were both barely
breathing, mostly him, actually, since Heathcliff didn't appear that affected.
"Why on earth are we
running?" Heathcliff asked, still obviously startled over Aidan's sudden
decision to trek the town like for a marathon.
Aidan waved and coughed,
trying to regain his breathing. Heathcliff's warm hand rested against his
shoulder blades. "Take it slowly. Just in and out, and don't try to talk for a
while."
He nodded and focused on
his breathing. "Ah, damn!" he finally managed. "Why are you here? My mom must
be sharpening her knives right now, and dad ... Well, I guess he's the more
reasonable one, but don't count on it that much."
"Sharpening her knives?"
Heathcliff asked, now clearly alarmed. "Aidan, what exactly did you tell them
about me?"
Aidan turned toward
Heathcliff. "Do you really have to ask? You're some corporate lackey, and I didn't
even know it!"
"Corporate what? Hey,
hey, let's dial back a little," Heathcliff said, frowning a bit, but without
removing his hand from Aidan's back.
The touch was comforting,
and it shouldn't have been. Aidan wanted to grind his teeth in frustration over
that, but couldn't. "I served you the opportunity to finish them off on a
silver platter, and what did you do?"
"I chose to save you,"
Heathcliff said matter-of-factly.
"Sure. I'm helpless, am I
not?" Aidan said through his teeth.
"They wanted to accuse
you of theft. Seriously, what were you thinking when you stole that folder?"
"Do you really have to
ask? I was trying to save your reputation! It was frigging sinking!"
To his surprise,
Heathcliff started laughing.
"Why the hell are you
laughing? I'm pissed at you! Like royally pissed!" Aidan protested.
"You're cute when you're
angry," Heathcliff replied. "And you were awesome, doing that for me. Thank you
for saving my reputation."
"I didn't save anything,"
Aidan bristled, trying to ignore the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest upon
hearing Heathcliff's praise. "You just went and struck a deal with them."
"Trust me, Aidan,"
Heathcliff moved closer, "I had to swallow my pride and principles to do that.
But you know what? It was all worth it because there was something more
important in balance. It would have been tough to foil their attempts to drag
you down, no matter how right you were."
"But," Aidan felt the
need to protest, "the truth was worth it!"
Heathcliff sighed and
took Aidan by the shoulders to pull him close. "What you did was remarkable.
And a bit insane if I may add."
"Great. And now I'm in
for a lecture," Aidan said with a roll of his eyes.
"No. No lecture,"
Heathcliff promised. "Just hear me out. Yes, it was a bit insane, but also
pretty heroic and knowing that you did it for me just topped everything. I
won't contradict you. Truth is important. But luckily, there was no one hurt.
Had that been the case, they wouldn't have gotten away so quickly. So I went
there, decided to scare them good, and also to protect you. They had footage of
you from the security cameras," he explained.
"Shit," Aidan said. "I
should have known about that. Maybe disable those first, but there was no
time."
Heathcliff chuckled.
"Easy there, Tom Cruise."
"You're making fun of
me." Aidan crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"Maybe a little. Forgive
me; you're just so easy to tease that I can't help it. Now it's my turn to ask.
Why did you run away from me like that?"
Aidan could feel himself
blushing to the tip of his ears. "Because," he said defiantly.
"There should be a phrase
or a statement of some sort after that word," Heathcliff said with a small
laugh.
"I don't want to be the
one who's always cared for," Aidan said quietly.
Heathcliff leaned in to
hear him. "Is this about your parents? That all helicopter parenting thing?"
"You don't know them,"
Aidan said with a deep sigh. "If it were for them, right now I would play
dungeon and dragons with a guy who's definitely not gay."
"That made little to no
sense, but do go on. I realize I haven't done much listening since the
beginning of our relationship, and I do want to start now."
"Never mind. The point
is, they want me to be safe. And I don't want to be safe. Ugh, that came out
wrong. I want to be able to take risks and prove myself. Is that too much to
ask?"
"Not to me," Heathcliff
said right away. "I can't help it when you're this cute. I want to keep you
safe, but I want you to be happy, too. Do you think we could work around that
and find some middle ground?"
The feeling of warmth
from where Heathcliff was holding his hand on him was now spreading. Aidan
wanted nothing more but to melt into that touch, turn and kiss Heathcliff. "Oh,
shit," he stopped himself in time.
Heathcliff was still
half-way to kiss him, too, but stopped, surprised. "What?"
"My mom still wants to
kill you. I bet," Aidan said.
"Seriously, what did you
tell them about me?" Heathcliff's eyebrows knitted into a frown.
"Just that you handed me
my promotion and that you bowed to the corporate gods," Aidan replied promptly.
"The rest, I swear, whatever you hear them saying, it's all because of what
they read on their own online."
Heathcliff took one deep
breath. "It's all right. I think I can handle your mom. But let's deal with
that a bit later. I want to show you something."
Aidan watched Heathcliff
as the guy fiddled with his phone and after a while handed it to him. Taking
it, Aidan stole a look at Heathcliff, surprised with the serious expression on
his handsome face. Then, he stared into the phone, and his eyes grew wide.
"What's this?" he eventually managed to ask.
"I thought about what you
told me about building a business and everything. And about how much you like
cool stationery," Heathcliff added with a small laugh. "Plus, what could be
riskier than this? So, what do you say?"
"Spark & Stone?"
Aidan asked, still staring at the screen and not quite believing what he was
looking at.
"Yes. I want you to be my
partner. I hope you don't have other engagements. Don't you want to give it a
try? You have all these awesome ideas which I don't."
"But partner?" Aidan
asked again. "Heath, I have no money. Hell, I'm not even broke. I have debts to
pay."
"Well, I suppose it will
be easier to repay it from your share of the profit, then. Plus, it should
serve as a good incentive to work hard and make us money."
"I don't know what to
say," Aidan murmured.
His head was spinning,
and his heart ..., well, his heart was doing whatever it wanted at this point.
"Are you worried that I'm
going to keep you like a wilting flower in a vase?" Heathcliff joked. "Hah,
tough luck. You're the one who'll work harder of us two; I'm sure of it. I'll
be there to look pretty and smile while holding whatever we'll be selling. I
will be the lazy one while you work your ass off."
"You, lazy, pff," Aidan said. "Heath, this is ... I mean, we're not
even together anymore, right?"
Heathcliff's smile faded.
Then he suddenly grabbed Aidan, making him turn and pushing him into the wooden
bench. Aidan just whimpered in surprise as their lips connected, and
surrendered when Heathcliff's deft tongue pushed past and began giving his a
passionate and aggressive massage.
He pulled himself with
some difficulty from the kiss. "Wow," he whispered.
"Do you still need
another proof that we're together?" Heathcliff asked and kissed him deeply
again.
It felt so good Aidan
forgot for a moment that anyone could see them there. "Wait," he said, and
wrapped his arms quickly around Heathcliff's neck, seeing his boyfriend frown
again. "Somebody could see us and tell mom."
"She must be really
scary," Heathcliff said. "Hey, I missed you, bunny boy."
Their foreheads touched.
"I missed you, too, Heath. I can't believe this," Aidan whispered. "How come no
Calvin Klein underwear models are crowding your bed right now?"
Heathcliff threw him a
strange look. "What's with this obsession with Calvin Klein underwear models?
Both you and Isabel --"
"Ah, the traitor!" Aidan
said with a huff. "You're such an awesome kisser that I totally forgot to ask
you how you found me!"
"Don't blame her. Blame
my irresistible charm," Heathcliff said with self-importance and then laughed.
"Seriously, did you really think I'd be with some other people? And why, for
the love of all that's holy, underwear models?"
"That was just Isabel
putting stupid ideas in my head," Aidan replied quickly.
"She's awesome, your
bestie. And please, don't be hard on her. I really had to work to convince her
to give me your parents' address. Do you have any idea, whatsoever, how I felt
after you disappeared from my life like that?"
Aidan swallowed hard,
closed his eyes, and then opened them to stare at Heathcliff. His boyfriend
seemed serious, no longer smiling. "Do you really mean it?" he said quietly. "I
thought you would forget about me."
"Forget about you? You're
sort of a tough act to follow, bunny boy," Heathcliff said and regained his
smile. "Plus, where would I find someone so bent on risky behavior like you? My
protection instinct needs a proper challenge."
"You're making fun of me
again," Aidan said, but he couldn't be upset anymore.
"Only because I love you.
C'mon. I'm ready to face your parents."
"I'm not," Aidan said
quickly. "Damn, what am I going to tell them now?"
"Just the truth."
"Which is?" Aidan asked.
"That you love me and you
want to come back with me."
"Ah, that truth. I can
handle that," he said. "The part where they start grilling me will be tough.
And that's because I told them I was over you when I wasn't."
"And?" Heathcliff asked,
the same gorgeous smile lighting up his face. "Do you need me to enumerate some
reasons why you love me?"
"So full of yourself,"
Aidan said and rolled his eyes. "No, you won't talk. Promise me you'll be
silent."
"Hey, I think I know how
not to let my mouth run --"
"Hush, promise me. My mom
is an alien. She'll know all the things that you try to keep hidden, and that
will not make a good topic of conversation with parents present."
"Bunny boy, are you
having some impure thoughts?" Heathcliff teased him.
"You're the one with the
impure thoughts! Who knows what my mom will make you say? You can't lie to
her!"
"Aidan, you worry too
much. I will know what to say to her. Will you trust me a little?"
There was something
guarded in how Heathcliff said those words. Aidan nodded. "I will, and I do
trust you. They're my parents, and they have a way of asking uncomfortable
questions. I'm used to them, but who knows what you might think?"
"Are you now worried that
I might be the one not to like them?" Heathcliff asked.
"Yeah, pretty much,"
Aidan admitted with a sigh. "Now I have to start by thinking up a proper
apology for how we ran away."
"That was quite
surprising, I must say. Not that I regret it," Heathcliff said. "I thought I
would have to endure at least a few long hours until I could do this," he added
and pressed his lips against Aidan's again.
Aidan closed his eyes and
opened his mouth, to allow Heathcliff to kiss him thoroughly. It was like the
last days hadn't even happened. There was something so familiar and comforting
in how Heathcliff was holding him that he could forget, for a little while,
about the lecture they would both be in for once they got back.
Unfortunately, that
little while had to be little, indeed. With great reluctance, he pulled himself
from the kiss. "We need to head back. With each minute passing, my mother is
surely inching closer to the phone to call the police."
Heathcliff laughed.
"You're joking, right?"
"Half-joking, maybe,"
Aidan admitted.
Well, that was that. Just
that morning, he had gotten out of bed, feeling utterly depressed and with no
high hopes in life. Now, as Heathcliff pulled him up and held his hand, he felt
like a totally different person. He was happy, he realized, as he stared into
Heathcliff's eyes, and as much as it was strange, it was the simple truth.
***
"I apologize for not
introducing myself properly earlier, Mrs. Spark," Heathcliff said smoothly, as
soon as they entered the house.
Aidan felt the need to
take a step back and hide behind Heathcliff, and then he realized that he
wasn't truly scared. His mom and dad had never really made him feel afraid, but
maybe embarrassed and that still counted.
"It's not like you need
that much of an introduction, young man," his mom replied promptly.
Aidan opened his mouth to
say something, but his mom didn't let him. She walked over to them and took
Heathcliff's cheeks into her hands. "You truly are handsome. No wonder my
little pumpkin would fall for you."
Aidan felt his jaw going
slack on its own accord. "Wait, wait, wait," he intervened. "Who are you, and
where is my real mom?"
"Aidan," his mom said
gently and moved her attention from Heathcliff only to caress his cheek. "Your
father and I had a very long talk. Now, come, let's have some hot chocolate
together."
Aidan threw a confused
look toward Heathcliff but followed his mom into the living room. His dad
seemed completely relaxed, still dressed in his good clothes, and reading the
newspaper, which was something he liked doing every day. He stood up and came
to offer his hand to Heathcliff, with a big smile on his face. "Ah, and this is
the young man for whom Aidan chose to threw all caution to the wind."
"Pleased to make your
acquaintance, sir," Heathcliff replied and shook the other's hand vigorously.
"We were actually
expecting the police, so we are more than pleased with this visit, instead."
"The police?" Aidan
asked, alarmed.
His dad turned toward
him. "We are really worried about what you did, Aidan, and just didn't want you
to worry."
"There's no need to
worry, Mr. Spark," Heathcliff intervened. "That issue was taken care of,
already. No one will come to bother Aidan."
"Ah, that's good," his
dad's face lit up. "Did you hear that, Marianne? No one's coming after our
boy."
"You two didn't say a
word about worrying about this," Aidan said.
"We were surprised to
hear what you did since we taught you to be safe all the time. But we were also
proud of you. We are always proud of you," his dad added.
They were quickly ushered
by his mom to take their seats. Aidan still felt like he had walked into a
different reality. "Dad," he leaned over the table, "is mom secretly sharpening
her knives as we speak?"
"Now, now, Aidan, you're
scaring our guest for no reason. And why would your mom sharpen her knives? Her
tongue is sharp enough, as I well know it," his dad said with a small laugh.
He chose not to tempt his
luck. Everything was going smoothly so far. Then his mom served them hot
chocolate and cookies, and, of course, the going smoothly part ended.
"So, Heathcliff, what
plans do you have regarding our Aidan?" she asked directly.
"I have just invited him
to join me in a new enterprise. Success is not guaranteed, but we both plan to
work hard," Heathcliff answered promptly.
"Aidan is a very hard
worker," his mom said. "But that isn't my main concern. You have quite a
colorful experience, young man."
And then his mom gave
Heathcliff the look, the one that basically said `don't dare to lie to me or
else'. Aidan feared for his boyfriend, but there wasn't much he could do to
save him now. Whether he liked it or not, Heathcliff was on his own.
"That was before Aidan,"
Heathcliff replied right away. "It all changed when I met the right one for
me."
Aidan felt the warm and
fuzzy feeling from when they were kissing on the bench returning in full force.
But was it enough to convince his mom of Heathcliff's good intentions?
"That remains to be
seen," his mom said, as expected. "People don't change that easily."
"Mrs. Spark," Heathcliff
said and reached over the table to take her hands into his, "I am very much in
love with your son. I know how much you value his safety, and I am here to tell
you that it will be my number one priority. And I want to thank you for raising
such a wonderful man."
Aidan's eyes grew wide.
Was his mom melting under Heathcliff's gorgeous smile, or was he imagining
things? Then Heathcliff's words caught up with him. Safety? Number one
priority?
"We've always looked
after him so that he doesn't get hurt," his mom explained, her glare totally
gone now from her features.
"But we are ready to pass
on that responsibility," his dad intervened. "We talked about it, Marianne, so
don't give me that look. Do you really want the boy to stay here with us and be
bored out of his head?"
"I'm not bored," Aidan
protested.
"Yes, you are. Also,
obviously missing your boyfriend," his dad pointed out.
"I thought you two would
be upset," Aidan said softly.
His dad smiled. "The fact
that Heathcliff came for you says a lot about his character. Unlike your mom,
I'm not as suspicious. I want to know you first," he added, addressing
Heathcliff now. "Will you spend this weekend with us?"
"Sure," Heathcliff
replied. "As long as Mrs. Spark has nothing against that, of course."
"Please, call me
Marianne. And yes, of course, you are welcome to stay. In the guestroom," she
added quickly. "Not in Aidan's bedroom."
"Mom!" Aidan exclaimed.
"What?" His mom seemed
surprised. "Your bed is too small for the two of you. There not enough room for
--"
"MOM!"
"Sleeping! What did you
think I was going to say?" His mom glared at him now. "And it's clear that you
need to pull your mind out of the gutter. All the more reason for Heathcliff to
sleep alone while under this roof. Of course, once you two are married --"
"Mom," Aidan began
gesticulating, "don't use the M-word!"
"The M-word?" his mom
inquired. "What do you mean?"
"We barely know each
other! No one's getting married!" Aidan tried to save the situation without
giving away what Heathcliff thought of marriage. He had an inkling it wouldn't
sit well with his parents.
"Barely know each other?
Your father and I married two months after we met. What do you need more time
for?"
"People don't get married
so fast now," Aidan explained quickly. "They need more time to --"
"Don't worry, Mrs. Spark,
we won't take long to know each other well enough," Heathcliff cut him
mid-sentence.
Aidan looked at his
boyfriend, utterly astonished. Hadn't he been clear when he had told Heathcliff
his mom was a frighteningly excellent human lie detector?
"Well, I think we could
live with that for now," his mom replied. "I guess I should understand young
people more. We were all for getting married fast, but not everyone is like us.
Maybe we're old-fashioned."
"That's not true,
Marianne," Heathcliff said. "If that's old-fashioned, there's nothing wrong
with it."
Now Aidan glared openly.
Was Heathcliff pushing his luck or what now? Apparently, his mom's built-in
polygraph was out of service at the moment because she didn't seem at all on
the verge of telling Heathcliff to stop lying or else.
"That is great to hear,
Heathcliff."
"Please, call me Heath,"
the immediate reply was.
"All right, Heath. Wait
till I tell Mrs. Fitz who's going to be my son-in-law," his mom said with
satisfaction.
"Mrs. Fitz? The one with
the walking frame?" Heathcliff asked.
"Yes. She always says she
knows everything, and I'll have the satisfaction to tell her something she
doesn't."
"Mom, you're making Heath
uncomfortable," Aidan insisted.
"She's not," Heathcliff
turned toward him and took him by the shoulders in an affectionate gesture.
Aidan couldn't believe
his ears or his eyes. His mom was beaming as she was looking at them, his dad
had an all-knowing smile, and Heathcliff was lying through his teeth about
marriage. All right, it was his mom's fault for bringing up the M-word, but
Heathcliff shouldn't have led her on like that. He would have to have a word
with him as soon as they were alone.
***
Heathcliff almost missed
the soft knock on the door, as he was getting ready to sleep. He pulled his
t-shirt back, making sure to look presentable enough in case his future
mother-in-law wanted to bring him extra sheets or blankets.
"Come in," he said, as
soon as he was properly dressed.
He smiled as he saw who
it was. Aidan was moving stealthily, closing the door behind him with infinite
care.
"Hey," he said and walked
over to his guest, catching Aidan between him and the door.
Bunny boy looked as yummy
as ever. Heathcliff wasn't particularly happy about having to sleep alone, but
it was for a good cause. Tomorrow evening, they would be back home, and he
would make sure that Aidan got enough physical demonstrations of how much he
had missed him.
"Hey," Aidan replied in a
soft voice, and it was clear that he was nervous about being there.
"Aren't you going against
your mom's word by sneaking into my room at night?" Heathcliff asked, but moved
closer on purpose, loving the reaction from Aidan's body with each of his
steps.
"Kind of," Aidan replied
quickly, and cast his eyes down. "You made quite an impression on my parents.
Especially mom."
"That's good, because I
like them, too. I think they're pretty awesome," Heathcliff said and raised one
hand to caress Aidan's neck slowly.
By how nervously that
Adam's apple was bobbing up and down, he could tell that he wasn't the only one
missing their physical intimacy.
"But you shouldn't have
led them on, you know? On that marriage thing. Once they realize we have no
intention to get married --"
"Who has no intention to
get married? You?" Heathcliff teased.
Now Aidan raised his eyes
and glared at him. "C'mon, Heath, it's not like I don't know what you think of
that."
"That? What's `that'?"
Heathcliff teased him some more.
"Oh, damn, do you really
want me to spell it? You don't believe in marriage, and basically just told my
mom she could consider starting to shop for what clothes she would wear at our
wedding!"
"And? It's good for her
to be prepared," Heathcliff said.
Aidan pushed against his
chest hard. "She'll know you lied. It will be hell to pay. Somehow, she was all
milk and honey with you today, but she can be quite frightening when she wants
to be."
"I understand. But I
didn't lie," Heathcliff said simply.
Aidan's pretty mouth
opened and closed a few times. "Are you making fun of me right now?" he barely
managed.
"I'm not doing that at
all," Heathcliff replied.
"Heath, is something
wrong with you? We're talking ... marriage?"
"Yes, we're talking
marriage."
"But you said --"
Heathcliff laughed and
pulled Aidan close to him. "I thought a little about it all, and I realized
that there is a way to keep you close and also from running away from me. It
truly dawned on me why people are getting married, after all. Most probably
they have enough of dealing with bunnies that tend to run away all the time."
"Seriously?" Aidan's
words were muffled as Heathcliff was keeping him with his head buried into his
shoulder.
"Yes. I'm completely sure
I don't want anyone else but you. And where will I find another bunny with the
heart of a lion, like you? It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I'm not
going to pass it over. Do you understand?"
"Are you asking me to
marry you, Stone?" Aidan finally pulled his head free and stared at him. By the
naughty smile lighting up his face, it was clear as day what he was thinking.
"Yeah, I am. Will you
marry me?"
"Will my name still be
Spark?"
"I have nothing against
that. And Spark-Stone is a pretty good family name. Strong. Bound to leave a
lasting impression."
"If you say so," Aidan
commented, but it was obvious he barely kept from laughing.
"Hey," Heathcliff tipped
his boyfriend's chin, "first things first. What's your answer?"
"My answer?"
"To my marriage proposal,
obviously."
"I don't know. You have
the reputation of a playboy."
"I'm a good boy now. I
swear," Heathcliff teased back.
"How good?" Aidan cocked
his head to one side, throwing him a look full of innuendo.
"So, to hear your answer,
will I have to prove myself first?" Heathcliff picked up the glove, without
hesitating for a heartbeat.
"I should know what I'm
getting myself in first, right?"
"Sure thing." Heathcliff
laughed and began pulling Aidan toward the bed. "Are you sure I'm not heading
for some shotgun wedding scenario first thing in the morning?"
"Hey, my mom may be
frightening, but not that frightening," Aidan replied and followed without
protest.
Heathcliff pushed Aidan
to sit on the bed and climbed into his lap. There was a definite sense of
satisfaction in how Aidan's hands came to rest on his ass right away. At the
same time, Aidan was staring at him wide-eyed.
"I must be dreaming,"
Aidan said softly, as his fingers continued to search for a way to reach
underneath his lover's shorts.
"Let me give you a hint,"
Heathcliff replied and leaned in to taste Aidan's sweet lips again.
"Hmm," Aidan purred, "is
that supposed to make me realize it's all real? Because kissing you feels like
a dream."
"Maybe you should feel me
a little more," Heathcliff said with a small chuckle.
Aidan shuddered as if
tickled. Heathcliff had no intention to make his lover beg for it. Instead, he
pushed Aidan into the bed, covering him head to toes with his body. It didn't
take them long to struggle to hump each other dry through their clothes, as
thin and few as they were.
Heathcliff pushed Aidan's
t-shirt above his nicely shaped chest and cupped the pecs, squeezing them not
so gently. Aidan moaned and arched against the touch, as their lips were wildly
chasing kisses and small bites.
"I missed you,"
Heathcliff said as he pulled at Aidan's nipples, enjoying the small shivers and
gasps coming from him.
Aidan was like putty in
his hands right now, but Heathcliff was looking for something else.
"Did you miss me, too?"
he asked, unable to hate how vulnerable his voice sounded.
"Do you need to ask?"
Aidan's eyelids fluttered like caged butterflies. "Like crazy," a whisper
followed. "Just this morning, when I woke up, I had no idea what to do with
myself."
Heathcliff kissed him
shortly. "I'll take that as a `yes'. Just for the record, you're not allowed to
run away from me again. I'll buy a leash if there's no other way to keep you.
First, I will try with a ring and proper vows."
"Wow, you really mean
it."
"I do. There's nothing
else I want more in the entire world right now but to be bound to you.
Forever."
"Forever?" Aidan asked in
a small voice.
Heathcliff nodded
solemnly. It looked like nothing else was needed because Aidan took the reins
right away and brought him close for a deep kiss. It was such a nice change of
pace to have the usually shy bunny turn the tables on him. Heathcliff didn't
mind it at all.
They fumbled and tumbled
and eventually managed to get in bed with Aidan on top and Heathcliff laughing
like tickled underneath. "It looks like someone grew a pair lately," he teased
his lover on purpose.
A comical sound between a
growl and a giggle was the reply that immediately came. Heathcliff wanted to
laugh back some more, but Aidan dipped his head lower and bit his chest. "Ouch!
And teeth, too!"
A rebellious strand of
hair covered Aidan's face as he looked up. "Wanna
know what else I have growing right now?" he asked playfully.
"I don't think I need any
hints. That `else' is poking the inside of my thigh right now," Heathcliff
replied and moved, hiking his hips upward and making Aidan grunt.
"Oh, fuck, Heath, do you
have any idea --" Aidan swallowed his own words and looked away.
"No need to talk, bunny
boy. Sometimes what you do speaks louder than words. Especially in your case,"
Heathcliff added and caressed Aidan's cheek lovingly. "I know that you want
me."
Aidan nodded, his eyes
already moist, his lips parted, letting Heathcliff know that still, a bit of
encouragement was needed. Heathcliff pulled him close, guiding him with steady
hands, showing him the way.
Not that much guidance
was required, after all. Aidan was, as Heathcliff knew it well, a fast learner.
He let out a small gasp as Aidan went down on him, taking out his shorts. A
warm mouth was on his cock, and Heathcliff cursed under his breath. Too caught
up in everything that had happened lately, he had forgotten, in a way, how much
he missed this.
He placed one hand on
Aidan's head, not to guide him, but to beg him, without words, not to let him
go. Aidan sucked slowly, steadying Heathcliff's cock with one hand and
alternating small, playful licks with deep swallowing moves, his eyes
flickering up, to look at him from time to time.
"Aidan, you're so good,"
he praised. "Too good," he added, as his breath grew ragged and he began coming
into his lover's beautiful mouth.
Aidan kept him down with
both hands and took in everything.
"You took me by
surprise," Heathcliff joked.
Aidan moved fast and
placed a kiss on his lips, shutting him up. He didn't protest as Aidan gave him
a sample of his earlier load; he actually enjoyed it more like this. The last
shudders of his climax were dying down, but he could still feel goosebumps
everywhere as they kissed like that.
"I don't have anything to
use," Aidan said softly, his eyes still shining. "To fuck you," he added in a
small voice. "I should just let you sleep."
"Let me sleep?"
Heathcliff grabbed Aidan fast. "I believe we need to improvise a little. That
is all."
"Improvise?" Aidan cocked
his head to one side. "What do you mean?"
"It means," Heathcliff
caressed his lover's beautiful lips slowly, "that you should just make it wet
enough."
Aidan laughed, but
Heathcliff was quick to push his fingers into his mouth. Without any other
hint, Aidan began to lick them, his sultry eyes a sufficient indication about
how much he wanted it.
Had he not been so spent,
Heathcliff would have felt his cock getting hard again. For now, he had to deal
with the small shivers of pleasure Aidan's tongue wrapping skillfully against
his fingers ignited in him over and over.
"It might be a start," he
said, and his voice sounded deep, like no other time before.
He moved enough so that
he could start working on himself. But Aidan didn't look like he wanted to sit
idle, and he let himself sink lower until he reached the new object of his
interest. Heathcliff bit back a small moan, as Aidan put, again, his mouth,
lips, and tongue, to good use.
"Are you sure this will
be enough?" Aidan asked, sounding hopeful and innocent, through the short
slurping sounds he was making while rimming Heathcliff.
"If you don't fuck me
now, I might have to hold it against you, bunny boy," Heathcliff replied.
Aidan laughed, and this
time, he hesitated no more. He stood up enough so that he could make their
bodies connect in the most intimate of ways. Heathcliff keep himself from
hissing as the expected stinging sensation appeared, and encouraged Aidan by
grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
He planted the other hand
on Aidan's ass, making him sink deeper into his body. Even if it hurt a little,
it was nothing he couldn't deal with. He had an inkling he would get used to
having his future husband doing that to him quite often.
"Heath, I don't think I
can last," Aidan whispered between gasps and moans, as soon as Heathcliff let
him breathe. "Is it okay if I come? And if I do it inside?"
"You don't have to ask me
that," Heathcliff said softly. "Do it like you mean it, Aidan."
Aidan buried his head
into the crook of Heathcliff's shoulder as he moved faster, erratically, a
clear sign he was close. Heathcliff helped him over the edge by moving his
fingers to push past the ring of Aidan's backdoor. Although only half-aroused,
he felt Aidan's climax as it was his own.
For long moments, they
just stood there, connected, both physically and emotionally.
"Can I just sleep here?"
Aidan asked.
"As long as you don't
fear your mother as much as you told me," Heathcliff replied, laughing softly.
"I'll think of something
to tell her in the morning. Or sneak into my room before dawn," Aidan said, his
words followed by a loud yawn.
"Good idea," Heathcliff
said and placed a small kiss on Aidan's sweaty forehead.
"Which one?" Aidan asked.
Heathcliff wanted to make
a joke, but just two seconds later, Aidan's soft snoring stopped him. They
would just figure out things as they went.
TBC
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