THIRTEEN

 

Aaron had dated a few times. It had invariably been trips to a cafe, to listen while someone else chattered at him. Despite everything, Aaron had half expected Brad to do the same thing, had almost been resigned to it. After all, hadn’t Brad said that he wasn’t that good to date?

Instead, this date had shown Aaron, at least, that there was just one more thing that they had in common. There were so many already, but this love of classic movies was a revelation. Aaron didn’t talk about it much, but he had spent more than a few nights alone watching the old, often so old they were still in black and white, classics.

Seeing it on a big screen, well, if Aaron had known that was an option, he would have done it ages ago. There was a sort of grandeur, a beauty, to the old movies that Aaron hadn’t found in anything modern, with all of the special effects and computers and beautiful people. Something classy and glitzy, something that most people just didn’t get.

Whether it should or not, it meant something to Aaron that Brad had brought him here. It might have been a normal date, once upon a time, to go out to a drive-in movie theater, but those days had passed. Aaron was just old fashioned enough to enjoy it, and there was a curious lightness in his soul as they drove back, hand in hand, idly chattering about the films.

They’d had their date, but Brad had invited him back. He didn’t want it to be over yet, and Aaron was right there on the same page with him. Now would come the sex, he knew, and it would be amazing, but for just a moment he wondered if there was something more than just a physical release that could happen.

Aaron wasn’t a virgin, but neither was he very experienced. He had been with one person before Brad, and it had all been rushed and fumbling and awkward. Aaron almost felt guilty, wondering if there could be more because with Brad it was so much better than anything else that he’d ever felt.

But what if it was all sappy like some people said? Something deep and meaningful, a connection beyond the physical, like Aaron had sung songs about so many times? What if it could be about more than desire?

They looked at each other in the dim light of the living room, golden beams from the streetlights barely penetrating at all. Just enough to make Brad’s eyes glimmer, to make him seem almost to gleam, as though he’d been gilded.

Was there the same hopeless longing for more in Brad’s eyes? Aaron couldn’t be sure, not until Brad swept him closer, lowering his head so that their lips met in a kiss that seemed to burn right into Aaron. Not on a physical level, but it was like Brad was branding himself onto Aaron’s soul, his heart, for all time.

There was something about that kiss, too, that Aaron didn’t quite dare to put a name to. Some quality, some way that Brad teased open Aaron’s lips and claimed his mouth, that made Aaron hopeful that he wasn’t the only one feeling these things.

Of course, Brad was probably much more experienced than Aaron was, so it was probably just his imagination. But still, when Brad’s strong arms came around him and he felt his body pressed close against the big, strong, warm man’s, Aaron felt his legs go weak and his breathing deepen in a way that he couldn’t help.

It got better, too, if more confusing than ever. Brad did something that no one had ever done to Aaron, not since he was a little kid, anyway, and never so romantically even then. As easily as Aaron could imagine, Brad had him swept up into his arms, carrying him bridal style toward his bedroom.

It was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to him, and though it felt a bit strange at first, Aaron soon managed to relax, to put his head against Brad’s chest, to listen to his heartbeat as he was carried. Carried, for crying out loud. Held so gently, so easily, though he would have been sure that he was too heavy for something like that.

With exquisite gentleness, Aaron was placed down on the bed, and he just had time to appreciate the way that the mattress yielded to his body with just the right amount of resistance, of firmness. And then Brad was on top of him, kissing him, carefully removing Aaron’s clothes one article at a time.

The times they’d been together before, there had been this sense of urgency. Like they had to get it while they could because they wouldn’t be able to let themselves do it again. After their date, though, it seemed like things had settled a little bit. Like they were really, at least in some way, together. Dating. Even though it was secret, it felt very real to Aaron.

And it only felt more and more real as Brad kissed softly and sweetly over Aaron’s chest as he removed his shirt. Every inch of skin that Brad uncovered, he pressed his lips against, teasing at his nipples, circling his tongue around Aaron’s navel, generally driving him insane.

But in the sweetest way possible. In a way that made it so that Aaron could just enjoy the rising pressure inside himself, and that gave him a patience that he hadn’t had before. He lay back and watched Brad’s dark head as it slipped down, nearer and nearer to the head of his cock, but Aaron trusted that he would get there eventually.

And Brad did. His lips brushed over the leaking head and then slowly parted, suckling just on the very tip of it. It was like this was something that Brad wanted to savor, to take his time with, and that seemed impossibly good to Aaron.

Hadn’t he just been thinking that he wished that it could be more than just physical, more than just release? For the first time in his life, that was the case, and there was far less fear than Aaron would have expected.

Gently, Aaron reached down, slipping his fingers into the softness of Brad’s hair and mussing it up. Golden eyes gleamed up at him as Brad glanced at Aaron, and slowly, while Aaron watched, and Brad watched Aaron, Brad’s lips slid down the aching shaft of his erection.

There was desire, of course, how could there not be? Aaron wanted Brad naked for him, he wanted Brad on top of him, kissing him, inside of him, but there was time for all of that. They had all night. So Aaron could just rest back and watch that head bobbing, could let everything build and just enjoy it.

For a while, anyway. His newfound patience was soon sorely tested, because Aaron knew that he was going to come, with just a little bit more stimulation the pressure would be relieved and he would spill all over Brad’s lips. But that wasn’t really, truly what he wanted, and while he was enjoying the blowjob, he was soon barely focusing on it, struggling too much with holding himself back.

Just when Aaron was going to say something, just when he was going to request that Brad stop, pull back, just for a few minutes, Brad’s lips were gone. It was like the older man had been able to tell that Aaron needed more, and he had done it without even needing to be asked.

“Now?” Brad asked, and Aaron nodded, his body clenching, seemingly molten inside with the intense, overwhelming desire to be filled. It didn’t take long for Brad to finish preparing him, to slip on a condom and get himself all nice and slick, but for Aaron, it seemed to take forever.

He’d been patient for a surprisingly long time, but the urgency was building. Not just for physical release, though that urge was definitely there, he’d been worked up by that talented mouth, but it was more than that.

Aaron wanted Brad to be buried deep inside of him because he wanted to be as close to the older man as it was humanly possible to be. He wanted to feel a connection, and there was a look in Brad’s eyes that suggested to Aaron that he was going to get exactly what he wanted, what he needed so badly.

“Now,” Aaron insisted, his voice and body tight and tense, filled with the most intense need of his life. He lay back and spread his legs, but Brad, it seemed, had other ideas, because he smirked and wrapped his arms around Aaron, effortlessly shifting him up so that his back was against the smooth, silken wood of the headboard, propped up.

He only stayed there for a second, though. Just long enough for Brad to switch his grip, and then their positions were exchanged, so that Brad was against the headboard and Aaron was resting in his lap. In this position, they could look right into each other’s eyes, their heads at the same level so that their lips could tease and brush together.

Aaron felt the warmth, the strength, of Brad’s hands against his ass as he was gripped there, and it was utterly amazing and incredibly arousing how easily Brad just positioned Aaron however he wanted him. No one had ever treated Aaron like that before, no one had ever dared, but Brad just took what he wanted.

No, that wasn’t exactly true. Brad did definitely take what he wanted, but he also doubtlessly made it good for Aaron, too, better than he had even thought possible. Using his grip on Aaron’s ass to control him, Brad shifted his hips, adjusting himself briefly before he started to ease Aaron down onto his thick cock.

As they were, Aaron took Brad so deeply inside of himself, aided by gravity until he was fuller than he had ever been before, even with Brad. Inch by inch, the slick, hot, thick cock pressed inside of him, pushing in, opening him up completely in a way that was somehow both utterly claiming but also gentle at the same time.

It was a study in contradictions, just like so much about this man was. When Brad touched Aaron, even so simply as guiding him where he wanted him to go with a claiming hand on his back, it felt like Brad really wanted them to be together. And yet, Aaron couldn’t be sure how serious Brad even wanted this to be.

They kissed, and, for the moment, at least, it didn’t matter much. Right here at this moment, it was both of them together, a link like Aaron hadn’t even been able to conceive of before. Sex had always been just, well, sex, more physical release than anything else, but this was …

… This was making love. He would never dare to say it out loud, and he was half convinced that he would be utterly mocked if he did, but that’s what it felt like to him. That deep connection, the one that he had wanted without even really being able to put a name to it.

It was slow but as intense as it always was between them. Aaron linked his legs around Brad’s strong, stocky body, anchoring them together, hip to hip and chest to chest as they kissed over and over again. In this position, they could both move, both take what they needed from each other and give pleasure to each other at the same time.

Aaron cried out, his body arching, sweat covering his body even though they weren’t actually moving all that much. But they didn’t need to, because something was going on between them, something that Aaron could see reflected in Brad’s eyes.

Maybe this really could work out, after all. Maybe, against all the odds, Aaron could have everything that he wanted, though he had never thought it possible. He groaned and rocked his hips, and his body strained and struggled closer to Brad’s, his erection throbbing and pulsing and leaking between them as he got closer and closer.

It was all so inevitable. The waves of his release washed over him, flinging him up to a whole new level, something beyond pleasure, something beyond lust and passion.

As they came at the same time, as Aaron felt the air almost crushed out of him by the brutal pull of Brad’s arms, Aaron knew what it was. It was okay for him to be crushed because he was doing just as much crushing.

Because he was falling in love, god help him.