Aaron parted his lips to speak, but he knew that he’d never find words — that it was only an excuse to taste Vance just a little more, to remember what they’d shared for such a fleeting moment in time. He shivered in delight, and Vance took it as an invitation. Their lips met, harder this time, and Aaron kissed Vance back without hesitation.

This is wrong. This is so wrong. So why can’t I stop? Why can’t I give him up?

One of Vance’s hands found his waist. The other slipped down his thigh, dangerously close to Aaron’s crotch. He moaned and pushed against Vance, hoping that maybe he’d back off and break contact between them, but it only made Vance pin him harder against the counter. He kissed Aaron harder, and Aaron could only groan into his mouth.

He didn’t want the kiss to end, but at the same time, he knew it was a terrible idea to let it continue. He’d told himself he wouldn’t do this. He’d sworn he wouldn’t let Vance back into his heart after the suffering he’d caused him, but the connection between them was too intense to deny. When they’d been high school boyfriends, Aaron had only ever given Vance that one blowjob… and now he wanted Vance in his bed. He wanted Vance to show him what a man he’d grown into. But more than anything, he wanted to believe that Vance had changed, and that he truly was repentant for what he’d done.

Vance’s hand crept up his thigh and headed inward until it brushed the front of Aaron’s thigh. Aaron stifled another moan and pushed against his hand, giving his consent. He knew that he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Vance too badly to say no.

If only he’d never gone to the bar, looking for a forgettable night to drown out his anxiety. If only he’d never stumbled back into Vance’s life…

“Where can I take you to get you more comfortable?” Vance asked in a whisper. The words were meant for Aaron’s ears alone. His voice had reached millions of people, but in that moment, the only one he cared to talk to was Aaron. Aaron didn’t miss the significance of it.

“My bedroom,” Aaron murmured, knowing that he’d put the dishes in there, and not giving a single damn about what Vance thought of it. “But only if you come with me.”

“You know I like to come first,” Vance said with a grin that Aaron felt against his lips. “But, if you want to come together, I think I can swing it.”

Vance kissed him again, drowning out Aaron’s reply, and Aaron lost himself in the kiss. Vance’s lips were firm, and they knew what they wanted. They took from him, but they gave in return… and what they gave, Aaron never wanted to lose.

As if by magic, they made their way through the house. Aaron knew that he was subconsciously leading the way, but his brain and his body were disjointed in strange ways, the power of Vance’s kiss too great. Every brush of Vance’s hand, every touch of his lips, and every half-choked chuckle against Aaron’s lips made Aaron harder. He knew he should have held out and said no, but no was the last thing he wanted to say when Vance felt this good — when all he could think was yes, yes, yes.

They arrived at the bedroom, and it wasn’t long before he sank onto the bed with Vance. Heart racing, Aaron fumbled through the mess on the bottom shelf of his bedside table until he found a loose condom packet while Vance kissed up his neck and along his jaw. This was what he wanted — what he needed. Vance was right about his empty bed, and tonight, even if it was just for one night, Aaron would fix the problem.

He worked hard. He deserved to have a little fun, too.

“I always wondered about this,” Vance whispered as he disrobed them. Aaron’s mind was so scattered by want that he could barely focus on which of his clothes Vance was working on removing. “I always regretted that I never got to feel you, Aaron… that we parted ways without knowing each other’s bodies. I wondered what it would be like to take you to bed and find you sleeping next to me when I woke up the next morning. I imagined how soft your skin would feel when you were nude for me, and how you might moan for me as I took you. I’ve wondered all these years, and now I’m finally going to find out… and I’m going to prove to you that I’ve been thinking of you. I’m going to show you that your pleasure has been on the forefront of my mind for years.”

Aaron didn’t want to think it was a lie. The romantic part of his soul whispered that Vance was telling the truth, and that circumstance and poor choices had split them apart too soon, but the cynical part of Aaron’s mind disagreed. Vance was a rock star — the kind of man who could have anyone he wanted. Why would he hold out for a high school sweetheart he hadn’t even dated for a month?

“You probably think that I’m full of shit,” Vance murmured lightheartedly. “I see it on your face. You’re calling my bluff. But it’s true. I hadn’t heard your name for decades, Aaron, but that didn’t mean I’d forgotten it. I’ve been thinking about you all this time. Why else would I spend so much time chasing you, even after you’ve made it clear you want nothing to do with me?”

Aaron’s heart skipped a beat and believed him. His mind rebelled. “The thrill of the chase.”

“Then I guess, now that I’ve caught you, you’re going to have to see if I stick around. I’m going to spoil the outcome… I will. You’re the best part of Prescott, Aaron. You’re the one I’m never going to get over.”

The cynical part of his mind was dying. Aaron felt his inhibitions start slipping away. Vance knew all the right words, and he wasn’t afraid to use them… but was it all a performance? At this point, it didn’t matter. Aaron was sold.

Vance stripped him, piece by piece, in such a gentle and gradual way that Aaron didn’t feel self-conscious. At one point in his career, Vance had been on top of the world — but now, he was on top of Aaron, and Aaron didn’t think he’d ever get over it.

Aaron didn’t have a chance to reply. Vance’s lips were on his again. His worries bled away. Vance pushed him down onto the bed, his nude body flush with Aaron’s. The girth of his rigid cock slid against Aaron’s, and memories Aaron had repressed for a decade sprang back to the forefront of his mind. After the blowjob, when Vance had suggested filming him because he looked so damned hot, and Aaron had pleaded with him to do it, Vance had taken him to his bed. He’d pressed Aaron down and kissed him, just like this, and then he’d pumped Aaron’s cock until he came. Tired and affectionate in the bliss of orgasm, Aaron had cuddled up against his side, and they’d napped together for a while — just a few hours — until Aaron woke up and headed home. He’d had homework to do. It was his senior year, and he didn’t want to fall behind.

He’d been happy then. Happy with Vance, happy with their secret relationship, and happy that he’d finally found someone who made him feel free. And now that he was back in bed with an older, wiser Vance — a Vance who was repentant for his teenage sins — Aaron was happy and free once more.

He didn’t let Vance take the lead. Instead, he took hold of their lengths and pumped them together. Pleasure arced through him, and he threw back his head and drew in a staggered breath as the feeling of Vance’s cock against his pushed him toward an early orgasm.

“Don’t come yet, baby,” Vance said softly. He put a hand on Aaron’s cheek and redirected his gaze so that Aaron could focus on his face. He’d expected to see Vance smug or cocky, knowing he’d already brought Aaron close, but instead, Vance looked affectionate. “I don’t want the fun to be over yet. I want you to know your body, and I want you to enjoy learning mine. Slow down. It’s not a race.”

Aaron’s hand slowed, but didn’t stop. He liked the feeling of Vance’s silken skin pressed against his own, and he didn’t want it to go away. When Vance started thrusting his hips, driving his cock slowly into Aaron’s palm, Aaron didn’t think he’d ever want anything else.

Vance was quick to prove him wrong.

“I want you to prepare yourself while I put the condom on,” Vance whispered against his lips. He sealed his sentence with a kiss that left Aaron breathless. “When I’m done, I want you to be ready for me. I don’t want to wait any longer to know your body, Aaron. I’m not strong enough to hold back.”

Aaron nodded, mute. Vance already had the condom, so he busied himself with the lube. The cap snapped open, and as Vance tore the packaging and rolled the condom down his shaft, Aaron introduced his lubricated fingers to his tight hole. He closed his eyes and puffed out a breath as he entered himself, spreading the slick lube as needed. Then, with a huff, he pushed deep and spread it further. He played with toys fairly regularly, and he wasn’t too worried about Vance’s size. It had been a long time since he’d brought a partner home, but even if they had to go slow at first, Aaron was ready. He had no more regrets or doubts. Vance was doing everything he could to prove that he was a different, kinder man, and Aaron didn’t only see it, but was flattered by it.

Vance pushed a knee between Aaron’s legs, and Aaron removed his fingers and lifted his hips to present himself. Vance maneuvered one of his legs, turning Aaron slightly to the side, then ran his sheathed tip along Aaron’s taint and toyed with his hole. The sensation was thrilling, and Aaron found himself sucking in a breath as Vance teased him with penetration he didn’t deliver on.

“You already feel good and I’m not even inside of you,” Vance whispered. He ran the head of his cock in circles around Aaron’s hole. “How is it that you can make me feel this good when I’ve barely even touched you?”

“Longing makes the heart grow fonder,” Aaron uttered. He was barely able to get the words out. “If you’ve really wanted me for this long, then I can’t imagine…”

“But you will,” Vance said. A cocky grin curled his lips that made Aaron’s cock twitch. “Because in a second, I’m going to show you how much I’ve wanted you. I’m going to treat you to exactly the kind of pleasure you deserve — the kind that will ruin you for all other men. I don’t fool around when it comes to this, Aaron. I want you, and I’m going to make sure you know it.”

Aaron didn’t have time to say “yes.” Before he could, Vance made good on his promise. He pushed inside of Aaron, the sudden pressure breathtaking. Vance, the man who’d completed him in ways no one ever had before, was inside of him. He was stretching Aaron’s body to make it his own, and he was using him for his own pleasure. He was…

Aaron’s cheeks burned, and he gasped in surprise and closed his eyes.

He was hitting all the right spots, and holding off on coming was starting to be a hell of a lot harder than it had been moments before.

“I’m not going to stop until you come, Aaron,” Vance told him as he established a rhythm. Aaron moved with him, burning hot already. “Tonight is about us. Tonight, I’m going to do something for you I’ve never done for anyone before… I’m not going to come first. I want to see the look on your face when you come on my cock. I want to see you satisfied.”

Tonight, the spotlight was on him, and Aaron wasn’t going to give it up for anything.