Aaron felt dangerously good around Vance’s cock, and Vance wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. It wasn’t like it was his first time with a man — far from it — but there was something about Aaron that made him want to shoot his load like he was back to being a teenager, realizing that men were way sexier to him than women had ever been.

“Fuck, Vance,” Aaron said between his teeth. The sound jogged Vance’s heart, and he thrust a little more intensely than the time before. “I can’t take it. I can’t. I’m going to come.”

“Already?” Vance asked with a grin. “I haven’t even started touching you yet, baby. Don’t you want to wait until I have my hand wrapped around your cock while I push into you over and over? Wouldn’t you like that better?”

Aaron made a strangled noise of pleasure and pushed against Vance’s body with more insistence. He was shockingly dominant in the bedroom, even as a bottom, and he wasn’t afraid to make his desires known. Vance went harder, giving in to his demand. Aaron moaned for him, and soon enough their bodies had shifted so Aaron was on his back and Vance was leaning over him. They were close enough again that Vance could kiss him, so he did, seizing Aaron’s lips and claiming them as his own.

When the kiss broke, Vance was dazed. He pushed a hand through Aaron’s hair and held him in place so they looked eye to eye as he kept thrusting at a steady pace. “You like this, baby, or do you want something different? I see the fire in your eyes. Do you want to ride me?”

“No,” Aaron said. He pushed against Vance again, chasing his own pleasure. It was hot as hell. “I want you to take me from behind. I want you to flip me over so I’m face down and screw me into the mattress. I want you to be rough.”

Vance felt his cheeks heating. It was rare that he blushed, but the words Aaron said were ones Vance never believed would come out of his mouth. He would have remained there, stunned, had it not been for the urgency in Aaron’s voice and the small voice inside his head that screamed at him to get moving and to take Aaron up on his invitation. Vance pulled out of him — a loss — but then wasted no time in flipping Aaron over so his chest was pressed into the sheets and his round ass was on display. Vance lifted him by the hips and thrust back into him greedily, no longer holding back. Aaron had asked for it rough, and Vance didn’t want to spare him. He fucked Aaron deeply, slamming into Aaron again and again to give him what he needed.

Aaron didn’t just moan anymore — the sound of his pleasure rattled the walls. Vance moved harder yet, and their violent fucking shook the bed. It smacked the headboard against the wall, and still, Aaron pushed back against him wanting more.

“Oh fuck yes,” Aaron hissed. Every time he moved, Vance got to watch his fantastic body stretch or contract for him. With each thrust, Aaron’s spectacular ass jiggled. “Oh fuck, Vance…”

Vance leaned forward and snaked an arm under Aaron’s body. He grasped his length and started to stroke, not being gentle with his touch. “Is this what you want, Aaron? You want to be treated like this? Like you’re a slut who needs to be bred?”

Aaron choked back a moan. His body trembled. “Y-Yes.”

“How hard are you going to come for me?” Vance had never felt so on top of the world, and he’d slept with a few big names in the industry. Not even conquests like those compared to what he felt like when he was in bed with Aaron. It was like a piece of him that he’d long ago forgotten about had snapped into place. “I want to feel you squeeze around my cock. I want to feel my hand soaked with your cum.”

Aaron groaned. He pushed back against Vance, and before Vance could think about what he was doing, he spanked him. Aaron let out a startled cry, then gasped for breath and pushed back again.

He likes it.

Vance spanked Aaron again, and this time, Aaron gasped and thrust his hips.

“Vance,” Aaron panted. “I’m going to come!”

“Then come,” Vance uttered. He nipped the back of Aaron’s ear and drove his length deep into Aaron’s ass. “Come for me. I want to see it. I want to see you lose control.”

Aaron squeaked out in pleasure, and before Vance knew it, his body had tightened, and warm cum gushed over Vance’s hand. He gasped in surprise and lifted his hand to catch Aaron’s load before they could make too much of a mess on the sheets. It wasn’t much help, because in the next moment, Vance was too wrapped up in his own orgasm to do much of anything. Aaron’s tightening body squeezed and relaxed around him in a rhythm he couldn’t get enough of, and all he could focus on was working his length and milking his pleasure as his orgasm hit. With a grunted moan he thrust several more times into Aaron, then, finished, drew out and collapsed onto the bed.

Aaron handed him a tissue. “You want to clean up?”

“Yeah.” Vance took it and wiped his hand. “Thanks.”

“I’m exhausted.” Aaron continued to lay on his stomach, his arms folded beneath his head. His eyes were partially closed. “That was really good. Better than it should have been.”

“I don’t get why you don’t have a boyfriend,” Vance admitted. He took the condom off and wrapped it in the tissue. There was a small waste basket by Aaron’s bed, and he tossed it in there amongst the other tissues. “You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re wild in bed…”

“I’m not really super out,” Aaron admitted. “I’m out to my family, but outside of that small circle, I try to keep it private. When you’re in a small town like this, sometimes it’s best to keep to yourself… but it means that I don’t exactly have a big love life.”

“And you regret it,” Vance said.

“I… well, I don’t like it, but it’s not bad,” Aaron mumbled. “It means I get to spend time with my niece, who’s the sweetest little girl in the world. It also means I can focus on my business, which is nice. I’m career oriented.”

“It sounds like you could be family oriented if you gave yourself the chance.”

Aaron smiled. “Yeah, I guess. But it’ll happen when it happens, if it happens. Besides, I’m not like Freddie — I only like men. I’m not going to be racing out to get some girl pregnant. I mean, not that he did that, but you know… unless I really want a family, it’s not going to happen. I’ve come to terms with that. Adoption is an expensive process, and finding a surrogate is equally if not more costly, so… it is what it is. I get fun niece time, and that’s fine with me. I get to be the cool uncle who spoils her. I don’t think I need to be a dad to be happy.”

“I get it,” Vance said softly. He wasn’t used to having discussions after sex, but there was a feeling in his soul that this was what he needed right now — that Aaron was what he needed right now. “I’ve thought about settling down from time to time, as surprising as that might sound, but… I don’t know. Once you come out as gay in Hollywood, that’s all you are for evermore. You’re no longer that singer who did that song, you’re that gay singer who did that song, like it makes a goddamn difference. I’d rather keep the public out of my bedroom, you know? Right now I’m known as a womanizer, and — surprise, surprise — no one ever bothers me or follows up about my most recent ‘conquests.’ No one cares. If I came out? It’d be something different entirely, and I’m not ready for that.”

“You never had a boyfriend you wanted to come out for?” Aaron asked.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend. Not since you and I were together, at least,” Vance admitted. “Isn’t it strange how both of us have followed similar paths that once intersected, and now have intersected again? It’s like fate.”

“Doesn’t mean fate can’t be changed,” Aaron said. “I don’t think anything is truly destined. There’s steps you can take to prevent or encourage all kinds of things from happening.”

Vance was silent for a moment. The gravity of the statement settled in his bones. “Yeah.”

“But, um… tonight?” Aaron asked. “I know we were talking in the heat of the moment, but I wanted to be clear… this is just something casual, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Casual. Definitely.”

There was silence. Vance didn’t know if he agreed with that statement. On a base level, yes, he did. He didn’t do relationships. But the way Aaron made him feel? He closed his eyes and didn’t say anything else. It was too risky to speak up and get himself involved in something like this. If he ignored it, the feeling would eventually pass, and life would go back to normal.

“It is kind of late though,” Aaron said. “Maybe it’s not a good idea for you to go home just yet.”

“It’s like not even eight,” Vance said. He opened his eyes and looked at Aaron, grinning. “I guess for someone like you, that’s pretty late. Are you in bed by nine, Mr. Responsible?”

Aaron’s cheeks went red. “Well, okay, fine, maybe it’s not that late. But you shouldn’t drive home when you’re drunk. You should definitely stay the night.”

“Drunk?”

“Yeah. I opened that bottle of wine downstairs, and you’re going to have to help me drink it. That’s only fair.”

“Oh, right, I forgot all about the helping-you-drink-wine rule,” Vance said with a grin. “Drunk. Of course.”

“And despite what you might see elsewhere in the house, I only have one bedroom.”

“Of course you do.”

“And my couch isn’t good for sleeping. You’ll… uh… get a rash.”

“You know, you don’t have to convince me to sleep here tonight,” Vance said, letting humor bleed into his voice. He looked across the room. “The only thing you need to do is explain to me why you keep dirty dishes in your bedroom.”

Aaron buried his head in his pillow and laughed. When he spoke, it was muffled. “I’ll explain over wine. You want to help me carry them to the kitchen?”

“Sure.”

It was strange, but Vance couldn’t help but smile. They collected the dishes, then headed downstairs.