EIGHT

 

Even though Brad knew he was making a mistake, even though he had known it from the moment that he had forgotten to slip the contract Aaron had requested into his briefcase, it was still something that Brad felt powerless to control. In truth, he had expected Aaron to notice the long contract, had, in fact, sort of counted on it, and even if it made him a bad person, he had to face some pretty uncomfortable truths.

He wanted Aaron. Wanted to be alone with him, couldn’t stop thinking about him, and from the moment he had deliberately left the contract behind, he’d had to look at himself very openly and admit that he was actually stooping to the level of trying to lure Aaron back to his house.

This wasn’t his style, and part of him felt horrible about it. But then, he had always been the sort of man to go after what he wanted. It was just that the things that he had wanted hadn’t been people, but rather career advancement.

It wasn’t too late to call all of this off, he knew. Aaron looked nervous as they stood together outside of the front door of Brad’s condo building, and Brad had the distinct idea that he hadn’t managed to put anything over on the perceptive young man.

So why not face Aaron, and admit to him that this was a bad idea? They were standing on the brink of something that Brad, at least, wasn’t sure that he could step away from, and once he gave in to it, the chances of escape seemed even slimmer. If Aaron wanted to, though, maybe he would be able to resist. To simply let Aaron get into his car and drive off into the night.

And then never, ever be alone with him again. But that would mean giving up on getting Aaron to sign up for a solo career, too. Brad usually knew what to do, he was usually pretty sure of himself, but in this case, his mind was spinning and whirling as though someone had taken his head and given it a good shake.

What was the right thing to do? The best thing, for himself and for Aaron, too? In the low, velvety darkness, Brad stared at Aaron, trying to force himself to see past his stunning beauty.

There had been beautiful men before, and Brad had always been able to take them, or not, and move on. Why was Aaron so different?

Aaron tilted his head to the side, looking evenly back at Brad, and finally, he raised an eyebrow at him, the faintest hint of a smirk on his face. People seemed to think that Aaron had no emotions, but Brad thought otherwise. The signs were there, but Aaron seemed to do his best to hide them.

“Are we going inside or what?”

With that, Aaron sealed his fate, and Brad even thought that the young man knew exactly what he was doing, that he had done it on purpose. Possessively, Brad rested his hand on the small of Aaron’s back, just above the sweet, tempting curve of his lovely little ass, and ushered him into the building.

Once they were in the elevator, they were on each other, like they had both just been waiting for the privacy. Aaron’s body was hot, his hands seeming to burn Brad even through the layers of his suit, pushing Brad’s jacket aside, tracing over the shape of his nipples through the thin layer of his clean white dress shirt.

Unfeeling? Cold? Brad wanted to snort, and maybe he would have if Aaron hadn’t been busy plunging his tongue into Brad’s mouth. Would anyone that knew Aaron believe it if they saw him here, pressing against Brad, pushing him against the wall until he was pretty much trapped there?

Aaron was anything but remote now, with his mouth panting against Brad’s, his hands all over him, and his hips tilting forward to rock against him. Intense, yes, Aaron was and always would be that, but cold? Unfeeling? Uncaring?

That, Brad didn’t fall for nearly as much as he had the idea that most people did.

Every second, Brad expected Aaron to pull back, to call this off, to give in to some semblance of sanity. Or should Brad be the one to do that? This was, after all, his building, and someone could see them, which might be awkward.

But he couldn’t make himself stop, and it seemed that Aaron was the same way. Aaron’s slender, eager fingers slid down, rubbing over the front of Brad’s pants, which were tented with desire.

No one got him hard like this man did.

The elevator ride seemed to pass too quickly, while at the same time far too slowly, with Aaron’s hand groping Brad’s dick until he wondered dimly, through a haze of white-hot desire, if he could actually shoot right off in his pants like some teenaged kid with no control over their bodies.

Funny that Brad usually prided himself on having so much control. Aaron threatened that in so many ways, so why was Brad so willing to be here? Why couldn’t he make himself care enough about his precious control to push Aaron away?

With a soft ding, the elevator doors slid smoothly open, and Brad put Aaron gently away from himself and straightened his tie in some sort of mostly futile effort to feel like he wasn’t going to lose it.

Only the way that Aaron was looking at him, the sheer, burning hot passion in them, almost undid Brad completely. How had he ever thought that he could resist this man? Especially when Aaron seemed to want Brad, maybe even as much as Brad felt like he needed him?

Then Aaron was on him again, and any doubt that Brad had had simply vanished, like dew unable to persist against the full, burning heat of the summer sun. His worry about what the neighbors would see didn’t matter, whether this was right or wrong didn’t matter, nothing mattered but the pressure of Aaron’s body against his own.

And then Aaron started to strip him, right there in the hallway, and it was probably good that it was late enough at night that no one would be likely to step out their door and see them. Aaron’s hands were tugging, prodding, pulling Brad’s suit jacket right off of him and then starting to fuss with his tie.

Well, if you couldn’t beat them …

Aaron wore a casual button up shirt in a shade of purple that only made his unusual eyes pop more than ever, quite the striking effect, but that didn’t stop Brad from starting to undo those buttons. Using just his body, Brad crowded against Aaron, herding him toward the door that led to his condo.

By the time they had reached it, Brad’s tie had been loosened, his jacket barely hanging on to his body, and Aaron was the next thing to shirtless. Fumbling with his key, Brad finally managed to slot it into place, managed to keep his hands to himself long enough to open the door before they both went tumbling through it.

Never before had Brad gotten so swept away in desire for someone that he had cared as little about his clothing as he did. He and Aaron stripped each other, skin tantalizingly being revealed piece by piece, and the more he saw of Aaron, the more he needed him.

There was no talking, and there didn’t seem to be a need for it. Their clothing both got tossed on the ground, landing carelessly there as he and Aaron struggled to get closer, to rub newly bared skin against the other, and somehow, though Brad would never be completely sure how, he managed to keep it together enough to steer Aaron, naked now, toward the bedroom.

Together, they fell onto the bed, arms around each other’s bodies, kissing feverishly. Brad landed on top, and he got a primitive little thrill about how he had this gorgeous man trapped under him, at his mercy, though to be honest Brad himself was more than a little bit at Aaron’s mercy, too.

Almost roughly, Brad pushed his thigh between Aaron’s, spreading them wide, and the sensation of power, of pleasure, that raced through his entire body when he heard Aaron’s helpless little moan was more potent, stronger, more addictive than any drug in the world.

He wanted, needed, more of those noises. He wanted to see the cracks as they appeared in the calm facade that Aaron wore all of the time, and he pushed Aaron properly down onto the bed, then started to work his way down that slender, toned body.

There really hadn’t been time before to admire Aaron. They hadn’t even been fully naked the only time they’d done this before, but this time, Brad was going to take advantage. Aaron was gorgeous, and who knew when, if ever, they would end up in this situation again?

So Brad took his time, ignoring his own throbbing, aching body, kissing down Aaron’s slender form, lips and tongue and even the faintest hint of teeth caressing his smooth skin. He worked his way down, flicking his tongue over his sides, his hipbones until he reached the jutting hardness of his cock pressed up against his flat stomach.

Here, Aaron was just as pretty as he was everywhere else, thick and hard and bigger than Brad would have expected. His blunt head was swollen almost purple, glistening with a layer of precome, and Brad gripped the shaft of that beautiful dick and wrapped his lips around it, slowly slipping down the shaft, his tongue pressing on the sensitive area just under the head.

He was putting effort into this, he realized, learning Aaron. Like this was something that they were going to be doing a lot. Like he was going to need to have these skills. It was a terribly dangerous way to think about it, but it was undoubtedly what was going on.

But Aaron, he did make more of those sexy little noises, moans and soft hisses of pleasure that only seemed to spur Brad on. Raising his hands, he cupped the fullness of those balls and rejoiced when he found them hot and tight, and he realized just how much they were on the same page with this.

“Wait, Brad, hold on,” Even Aaron’s voice was affected, slightly hoarse and even deeper than usual, but Brad pulled away. Not without reluctance, but he looked up at Aaron and waited. “I want to taste you at the same time.”

The truth was, Brad had expected for Aaron to end this, to have come to his senses. He kept on expecting that, and it kept not happening. Of course, there was no doubt about what Brad would do, and he rolled onto his back, pulling Aaron’s smaller, more slender body on top of himself.

It took only a moment for them to rearrange their position so that Brad had his lips wrapped around Aaron once more, but Aaron’s head was down at the level of Brad’s hips. There was a light nuzzling from the younger man, then the softness of plush lips, before those lips parted and wetness and heat surrounded Brad.

Their bodies fit together perfectly. Brad had noticed it before when he’d had Aaron over the desk, but that had been rushed and desperate. This was just as desperate, but they were both taking their time, at least a little bit more.

It was like they had bodies that were meant to fit together. And maybe that would have been more terrifying than it was if Aaron hadn’t been working Brad up, slowly but very steadily, toward an orgasm that he already knew was going to steal his breath, his willpower, his control. Everything.

No way was he going to let Aaron get away with that, not without giving him pleasure in return, and Brad gave a soft growl as he worked on him, tongue lashing, finding all the most sensitive parts of the other man’s body as he sucked him. His own hips thrust and his cock plunged, almost against his will, into Aaron’s mouth, and he was close, but he could swear that Aaron was, too.

Their bodies not only seemed to fit together perfectly, but they also moved together like they were meant to do that, too. Brad felt Aaron tense under him, tasted the renewed rush of precome which leaked from the tip of that thick cock, and he knew that Aaron was right on the edge, which was a damn good thing, because Brad was already clenching up, all of that pressure building up to the point where it had no choice but to release.

Just as he felt the slippery, salty-sweetness of hot come as Aaron came, just as he felt Aaron cry out, voice muffled by Brad’s cock, Brad reached the point of no return. That flush spread over his own body, a tingling release of tension that had his toes curling and his breathing coming in desperate little gasps as he emptied himself into Aaron’s mouth.

Slowly, they rearranged themselves, and Brad found himself grasping to figure out what the hell he could say to someone that he had promised not to touch, but had just very, very thoroughly touched.

But Aaron didn’t make him say anything at all, and that was very, very bad because it was just one more reason that Aaron was worming his way into Brad’s heart, slowly but surely. Lots of people just wanted to chatter, to cover up their feelings, but Aaron didn’t do that.

It wasn’t Brad’s style, either, to just mindlessly chatter, but for it to be okay just to lie there in silence, covered in the sweat of the pleasure that they’d raised in each other, that was something that Brad wasn’t used to.

Honestly, normally he would have been not so subtly suggesting that Aaron leave, but Aaron’s silence disarmed Brad. It relaxed him, let him unwind and unfold into a deep, natural sleep, though he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had spent the night in the same bed as another person.

It was just so easy to hold Aaron, to drift off, to feel the slow, rhythmic movements of Aaron’s chest and to know that Aaron was, as he almost always seemed to be, right where Brad was.

And that was dangerous because while it had been a very good thing for them to be on the same page when that page was that they weren’t going to go there, this was a completely different thing and not one that Brad knew how to deal with.

Only it was so good and surprisingly easy just to let it happen.