Chapter 6
6
I made it through the next day on a caffeine high. I had one class at nine and a three-hour stint at the law firm before I was free for the weekend. Scratch that. Before I was free to study and catch up on my assignments. I had four months of law school left. I couldn’t afford to fuck it up. There wasn’t anything pressing going on other than an almost physical urge to spend time with Aaron. But I promised myself I would give him space and time.
I called him on my way home from the city. I couldn’t take it. I needed to hear his voice.
“Hey there.” He sounded happy to hear from me. Good sign, right?
“Hi. I just wanted to hear your voice.” Fuck, I shouldn’t tell him the truth .
“Oh… Matty, you are sweet. I like hearing your voice too. We never got around to talking about it, but what are you doing this weekend?”
“Honestly, I have a ton of school work to get through. I’m devoting my weekend to it. I can’t afford to get any more behind than I am.”
“That would be bad. Well, if you can get away from your books for a teensy while… would you like to join me and a couple of friends for brunch on Sunday?”
“Sure!” was my immediate response.
Aaron laughed at my timing and then explained that he tried to get together with Jay and Peter at least a couple of Sundays a month for a mimosa-infused brunch. He claimed not to be a fan of a threesome with a naughty chuckle, and was hoping I’d join them this weekend. I agreed to be their fourth.
“Cool. Plus, I want you to meet them. I have to run. I’m still at work, and I have a feeling I’ll be here another few hours.”
I had just stepped up to my front door and was loath to end the connection without at least acknowledging the night before.
“Okay, I’ll let you go, but I just… I wanted to tell you….”
“Yeah, me too.”
“It was amazing, Aaron. That’s all I’ll say… promise. See you Sunday, okay?”
We hung up, and I fumbled to get my key out of my pocket just as another hand reached out to unlock the door. Curt. Shit. He gave me the look. The one that let me know it was time to start explaining. I knew I didn’t owe anyone an explanation, but somehow I realized this could be a good way to start the coming-out process. “Coming out” sounded ominous, but if anyone could give advice I might be willing to listen to, it would be Curt.
“So… how much did you hear?”
“Enough. Are you with him, like with him? It is Aaron, right? What’s going on with you, Matt?” Curt was flustered, and I have to admit his concern made me feel guilty, like I’d kept something from him that was vital. I didn’t want to ruin my high with guilt, but I decided I would answer what I could.
“I like him, Curt. Like him a lot… like him.” I was smiling, so I was sure he could read between the lines of my junior high-school explanation.
“But what’s the deal? Are you gay? Bi? Gay for him? I don’t understand. I mean, in my world, gay is gay, and you, my friend, have never exhibited any signs of being remotely interested in dick.”
I busied myself looking at a stack of mail piled on our entry table, keeping my eyes averted while I spoke.
“Look, I’m bi. I guess. If we have to label it, that’s what it is, I suppose. I was with a guy once before, a long time ago, but he wasn’t important to me and I chalked it down to an experience. This is different, Curt.”
I turned to face him. I wanted him to know I was being sincere.
“How? Maybe it’s an every-five-year thing? No offense, dude, but there is nothing worse than a straight guy who likes dick once in a while in secret, of course, and then pretends he wouldn’t stick his pole anywhere near another dude if they were the last two horny, able-bodied people left on the planet.”
“Fuck you, Curt. I am not like that. You know me.”
“I do. I think I do. I know you’re a good guy and you’re my friend. I’m just trying to understand.”
“I can’t explain. I met him at that dance club last year. Remember? Dave and Jase and I went with you.”
“Yeah, I remember. And I remember meeting him again at that bar a couple weeks later. I know who he is.”
“What the fuck does that mean? What do you mean you know who he is?”
“Down, boy. I’m just saying this is a small gay community, relatively speaking, and Aaron isn’t exactly a wallflower. I’m not suggesting he’s not a great guy, but I do wonder what the fuck you expect from him. Ideas? Do you want a boyfriend?”
“A boyfriend? Geez, man. I don’t know. I don’t know how to categorize or say what I want, because honestly, I don’t know.” There went the last of my high. Crash, burn, bam. Damn Curt. It was a good question. Aaron asked the same thing in his own way. He didn’t say it in so many words, but I understood that he questioned my motivation. What about me? I knew I wanted Aaron. I wanted to talk to him, be with him, listen to his stories, kiss him, touch him, and yeah, I really wanted to fuck him. What then? Did I want a boyfriend? I’d never considered it before now.
“Never mind. I do know. Yes. I want him. I want everything with him. No hesitation. Right now I’ll take what I can get. He wants to go slow, so I’ll go slow, but the truth…. The real truth, Curt, is that I want whatever label makes it so that I get to be the guy he calls first for any and every thing. I want to be someone to him. Does that make any sense at all?”
“You’re serious? Are you in love with him or something?”
“Why do you go straight to the L-word? It’s too soon to say shit like that. And I sure as fuck don’t want to scare him away. But man, Curt. I can’t breathe around him sometimes. I just want to stare at him. He’s so fucking beautiful. And he’s funny and sweet. I love his laugh and yeah, I love being with him. That’s all I got right now.”
“That’s a lot, man. More than most.”
Curt looked a little shaken by my speech. I noticed neither of us had taken our jackets off since we’d entered the apartment. I slid mine off my shoulder, hung it up, and went to the kitchen to grab a couple beers.
“It’s all the crap that comes along with this that freaks me out, but I’m going to try not to overthink. I feel like I’ve been going through the motions for way too long and I finally feel , you know? I’m not giving this up.”
“I wish you the best. You know that, right?” I nodded and thanked him. “Does this mean you’re ‘coming out’?” Yes, he did air quotes.
“I guess. Aaron is out, and I don’t think he ever knew what a closet was, other than a place to store clothes, so yeah, if I want him, I have to be honest and open about it. I’m not going to lie and tell you that doesn’t terrify me a little, actually a lot, but… I think he’s worth it. I just need to go slow too.”
“I’m not suggesting he isn’t worth it, but let me ask the question you don’t want to… what if it doesn’t work out? Still worth it?”
“I think if I just make it about being honest, with myself and the people who care about me, then the answer is yes. If it doesn’t work out, I still need to be able to say I was honest and I went for it. All I can do is try.”
“Well, cool. So, do we get to meet him officially sometime, then?”
“Absolutely. Just let me work on convincing him I’m what he wants before you scare him away.” Curt flipped me off, took a swig of the beer I’d brought him, and finally took his jacket off.
I had arranged to meet Aaron and his friends on Sunday, at what Aaron claimed to be the very best of the best french toasteries in all of DC. Plus he claimed the mimosas were to die for. I was pretty sure there was no such thing as a french toastery, but I took the hint that it was what he would be ordering and if I had a brain, I would do the same. I’d have to ask him about the exception he was making regarding his carb intake. I remember him insisting on a vegetable-laden egg white omelet last time we ate breakfast together.
Sunday turned out to be a true winter day. The sky was gray when I left Georgetown and seemed to get darker the closer I got to the bistro where I was meeting Aaron. The weatherman called for snow by early afternoon. It seemed like a safe prediction to me. I was dressed in full winter gear, complete with a beanie cap, in preparation for the elements. I was born and raised in a state where a winter storm is something to be taken seriously. DC is technically the South (which I believe every humid summer without fail), and the winters have proven mild while I’d lived here. Somehow I couldn’t shake the habit of preparing for wicked weather, even when I was sure we’d get a couple flurries and that would be that.
I unraveled my thick wool knit scarf, searching the small French-modern interior of the restaurant for Aaron and his friends as I made my way toward the hostess desk. I was chilled and more than a little grateful the bistro was warm. Aaron spotted me and waved me over to a table situated near a corner window. There were two extraordinarily good-looking men sitting with him. Jay and Peter. Geez, he hadn’t mentioned they were hot.
I admit to being a little nervous about meeting these particular friends of Aaron’s. I knew these were people who mattered to him. I couldn’t help feeling self-conscious as I approached the table.
All three stood at once. Aaron gave me one of his glorious smiles in greeting. I felt myself begin to relax when he grabbed my hand and leaned forward to kiss me softly on the lips. God, he tasted sweet. I could taste the champagne on his lips. I smiled down at him and then turned as he began a flurry of introductions, his hands flying in time with his words.
“Matty, this is Jay, my best of all best friends. And Peter, Jay’s partner, lover, boyfriend, whatever you want to call it… also my friend, probably because he’s stuck with me. And guys, this is Matt.”
Funnily enough, it sounded to me as though I wasn’t the only one nervous here. Aaron’s intro was certainly his style, but a little more manic than normal, which made me think he wanted them to like me too. The thought made me smile. He did care. Cool.
I shook hands with both men before taking my seat next to Aaron, who was busily calling the waiter over to order another round of mimosas. Another round? Peter groaned and reminded Aaron he was working that afternoon. He called the waiter back to cancel his second mimosa, ordering coffee instead. I took advantage of the diversion to study him and Jay.
Peter was tall, dark, and classically handsome. I would guess one of his parents was Italian. His cheekbones were high on his chiseled face, his skin a light shade of olive, and his stubbled chin had the slightest of dimples. Not overwhelming or cartoonish, just sexy as hell. The guy could have stepped straight out of a GQ fashion spread. And Jay would absolutely be the model standing next to him. He was equally hot in a completely different way. Where Peter was classically handsome, Jay was East-Coast-prep-school-boy sexy with dark-blond hair and golden skin. I noticed when they stood to greet me that both men were tall, easily matching my own height, if not a little taller.
Aaron had talked about them, certainly, but I don’t think he mentioned looks. I felt intimidated by their beauty, which was a strange thing to even admit to myself. I knew I was generally considered a good-looking guy, probably along the lines of a basic all-American jock, but these guys were special. However, if Aaron considered them special, it was obviously for more than their appearance. Aaron liked pretty things, sure, but I knew he wasn’t the type to hang around pretty guys with no substance. His love of his friends, particularly Jay, was evident in how he spoke of them.
“So, Matt, Aaron’s told us just a little about you. You’re a law student?” Jay’s question snapped me to attention.
“Yes. I’m graduating this year, taking the bar, and hopefully will be hired on at the law firm where I’ve been interning for the past year.”
Peter asked about my internship. He explained that he dealt with some of the partners at my firm through his work as a lobbyist. Jay volunteered that he and Peter had met at work. Peter, Jay gushed, was a genius at his profession, while he himself had never really enjoyed working for a large company. Jay was in the process of establishing in own business as a consultant.
Conversation revolved for a while around work-related topics. I found Peter to be a cool customer. He was friendly but appraising, as though he was withholding judgment. Jay, on the other hand, was effusive and affectionate. His gracious, amiable manner was much like Aaron’s. It was easy to see how the two were best friends.
Jay eventually asked about how Aaron and I met. I was pretty confident Aaron had already told him the story, but I figured he was curious to hear my version.
“We met at Club Indigo back in October.” I was blushing and feeling unsure about how to continue. Jay must have sensed my discomfort. He smiled gently and began to tell the story of how he and Aaron met at a dance club years ago. BP. Before Peter. Peter rolled his eyes, but gamely sat back and listened to a story he obviously knew well. He looked on at his partner with exasperated adoration. I was charmed, and I hadn’t even heard the story yet.
“Aaron is a seriously amazing dancer, am I right? The thing is, he knows it. What was the name of that club, A? Do you remember?” Aaron supplied the name, and Jay was off again. I heard a soft Southern lilt in his voice as he warmed to his tale. I wondered where he was from originally.
“Anyway, there’s this hot Puerto Rican boy out on the dance floor of a club, mind you, that I’ve been to a million times and have never once seen. He is dancing sooo sexy. This guy….”
“Eric,” Aaron helped, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he sipped his mimosa.
“Yeah, Eric the asshole. I remember. He tells me to check out my competition. There’s a new boy in town, he just turned twenty-one, and all the men are drooling. So of course, I’m curious. I turn my head in time to see Aaron, shaking his thing and dazzlin’ the crowd. I went straight for him, thinking this cute sweet thing probably would love to meet a slightly older man who can shake his own thing.”
“Ha! Yes, you see, Jay knows how to move too, and he is not shy. I remember you practically rushing me and bumping me out of the spotlight so you could take your rightful place as god of the boogie.”
“Well, whether it started out as competition on my part, I don’t recall, but we danced literally until they kicked us out. And we kept it super sexy, remember, honey?” Jay drawled.
“Did you guys go out? I mean….” I was sure Aaron would have mentioned that Jay was a former lover. I got that queasy jealous feeling at the thought.
“ No , silly! My Jay is a beautiful boy, but we realized right from the start that we are friend material only, not boyfriend material. We had so much fun that night, and I guess the rest is history.”
“These two prima donnas would certainly make an interesting couple.” Peter laughed as he massaged the back of Jay’s neck.
“Oh, screw you. We are not prima donnas. We just have more discerning tastes than some. Isn’t that right, Jaybird?”
Jay leaned over and planted a kiss on Peter’s cheek. They were a cool couple. They seemed to complement one another well. Peter, with his laid-back, appraising manner, and Jay, with his charming, sweet nature. I liked Aaron’s friends. It was great to meet people who knew him and cared about him too.
The gray skies from earlier were delivering something more than a few flurries by the time we left the bistro. I slipped into my jacket, wound my scarf around my neck, put my beanie on my head, and looked over at Aaron to find him woefully underdressed in a long cashmere coat without a hat or scarf.
“You can’t be serious? You are going to freeze,” I protested.
“What do you mean? This is cashmere.”
“Yeah, so now your cashmere coat is going to get wet in the snow. And where is your hat? Your scarf?”
Aaron tilted his head to one side, giving me a puzzled look.
“I’m fine. We’re just going to the car anyway.”
I fished my hands into the inside pockets lining my jacket and found an extra beanie. It was black-and-yellow striped with a Pittsburgh Steelers logo. A Christmas stocking stuffer from my folks, probably.
“Here. Put this on.” I reached out to Aaron, who gave me a quick sidestep.
“You must be joking. That is hideous. It’s a teensy bit of snow, Matty. I’ll be fine.”
“Put it on.”
I wasn’t budging. He either sensed my resolve or was conscious of his friends watching our exchange. He stepped toward me, giving me and my beanie cap a dirty look. I ignored him as I placed the cap on his head, tucking stray strands of his hair underneath. He kept his eyes on me while I fussed over him, making a show of pulling the hat well over his ears. He looked part sexy sophisticate in his beautifully tailored coat and part feisty little boy with the football-emblazoned cap and pouty look on his face. I couldn’t resist giving him a light peck on his lips. He looked surprised at the public display, but didn’t say a word.
“Matt, are you dropping Aaron off for us? Peter has to go into his office for a bit.” Jay and Peter were barely stifling their laughter at Aaron’s put-upon expression.
“Of course.” We exchanged brief good-byes with Peter and Jay outside. The wind made it difficult to linger, and it was clear Aaron was indeed chilled. His teeth were fully chattering by the time we reached the relative warmth of my car. I drove cautiously back to his place, which was thankfully nearby.
“You’re coming up, yes? I have to give you this horrible hat back, and although I hate to admit it, I want to keep it on my head for as long as possible. I’m fucking freezing.”
I laughed and assured him I was happy to walk him in and take the offensive garment with me when I left.
“Good. As a reward, I’ll make you a cup of tea.”
We hurried inside. I took over opening his apartment door when his hands shook from cold and he couldn’t get them still enough quickly enough for either of our comfort.
“Geez, Aaron! It’s cold in here too.” I walked in after him, unraveling my scarf, but had second thoughts about removing much more. His place was barely warmer than outside.
“I know. I try not to heat it at night and when I’m not home. These old places are expensive to heat. If I knew it was going to be this cold, I wouldn’t have bothered saving a couple of bucks.”
He removed his coat, but not the cap, on his way into the kitchen. I could smell his cologne when he brushed past me, something spicy but subtle. I followed him into the small space, and moving behind him, gently laid my hands on his hips. I pulled back the cap over his left ear with my teeth and kissed his earlobe, breathing in his scent. I was acting on impulse. I wanted him, not the tea.
“Me? No tea?” Aaron turned to face me, looping his arms over my shoulders.
I grabbed the cap from his head and buried my nose in his hair, his ear, his neck. Anywhere I could get close quickly. I was ravenous for him. I heard him moan my name as our lips finally met. The pull of desire was strong. A wave of longing washed over me, urging me to take more. My hands were moving of their own volition. I needed to feel his skin against my own. Our tongues twisted and danced in a building frenzy. Aaron broke for air first.
“Bed.” He took me by the hand and pulled me out of the kitchen. I paused for a second to shrug off my jacket and hat. Aaron moved ahead of me, removing clothing and seductively dropping each piece in his wake. I was literally salivating at the first peek of his skin. I caught him around the waist, licking and kissing the back of his neck as we stumbled into his room.
The bedroom was equally chilly, but I noticed the bed had been made and everything was clean and tidy. No scattered clothing lying about this time. The queen-size bed with a dark, modern wood frame dominated the room. There was an end table on one side of the bed and a dresser, all of the same dark wood, that doubled as the second end table on the opposite side closest to the window. The walls were painted a light shade of gray, but the comforter on his bed and the pillows were a bright, cheery red with bright-colored striped accents. It was a tasteful space. Masculine but colorful. Like Aaron.
He pushed me backward onto the red comforter and climbed over me, showering my jaw and neck with kisses and bites. I let my arms fall back over my head and gave him control. He gave me a mischievous smile as he clasped my hands in his and rolled his groin over mine. The feel of his hard-on through our clothes left me breathless with need. I flipped him over, delighting in his gasp of surprise. I ground my jean-clad dick into his. We both moaned at the pressure and pleasure. It was almost painful.
“Off… take these off. I want you naked.” I could barely get the words out. Thankfully he was feeling the same sense of urgency. I backed off of him to allow us both to remove belts, jeans, shirts, boxers. Clothes went flying as we hurried to press our naked bodies together. It was bliss. I knew if I wasn’t careful, I could come just rubbing against his beautiful body.
Our tongues met again as our hands roamed freely over one another. I ran mine down his back, over his hip, and cupped his gorgeous bare ass. He arched into my touch and bit my shoulder lightly before licking me over my collarbone, up my neck. His hands were in my hair before he took a detour down my back. His touch was potent. I was breathless and aware of my own need to slow things down a notch. I rested my forehead against his, trying to calm myself before my cock exploded prematurely.
“Slow down, okay? I want you so bad, Aar. I’m about to lose it. Show me what you want me to do.” I placed a soft kiss on his swollen lower lip.
“I want you too. You can do anything you want.” He writhed underneath me and forced his hands between us to grasp both of our cocks together. Precum was dripping between us.
“Fuck! I’ll come if you don’t stop. Please. Can I…? I mean, do you want to…?”
“Fuck? Is that what you’re asking me? Yeah, Matty. I want you. I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me.”
I audibly gulped and closed my eyes. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so turned-on and yet so in over my head. I was in new territory here. It had been so many years since my last sexual encounter with another guy, and that was a drunken one. This was real. I wanted this with every fiber of my being, but I didn’t know where to start. I wanted to make him feel good.
Aaron’s eyes were ablaze with the same desire I felt, but he must have noticed my uncertainty.
“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, Matty,” he said earnestly.
“No, that’s not it.” I groaned in frustration. I wasn’t good at the talking about feelings anyway, but I couldn’t let him think I didn’t want this. “I want you so bad, but I… fuck, Aaron. I don’t know what to do. Show me how to make you feel good.”
Whatever I said was obviously the right thing to say. Aaron beamed at me as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“I can do that,” he whispered sweetly as he gave me a gentle shove. He leaned over the bed, fumbled in his nightstand, and came back with a condom and lube. My heart sped up again. I could feel it trying to beat its way out of my chest.
Aaron opened the lube and poured a generous amount in his hand as he lay back against his pillow. He positioned his right hand under his ass cheek. I watched, mesmerized, as he lifted his right leg and exposed his hole, his finger breaching his opening.
“Can I?” I whispered. I wasn’t sure he heard me, but he handed me the lube and nodded.
I put some on the fingers of my right hand and then gently rubbed them over his hole. His finger was inside but he moved it, allowing me to take over. I let my middle finger slip inside, feeling the warmth within. I glanced up at him to make sure he was okay before I slid a second finger in beside the first.
“Move them, Matty. That feels nice.” I did as he asked. Aaron’s eyes were half-closed. He shifted his hips to ride my fingers. It was so wanton and sexy. I placed my other hand on his cock and stroked it as I fingered him. He closed his eyes, moaning my name.
“Stop.” I reluctantly obeyed, stilling my hands. “Your turn, Matty. Lie down.”
Once I was on my back, he knelt between my legs and cupped my balls with one hand. He slid his other hand up and down my cock slowly. It was a teasing touch I was sure was meant to torment me. I looked down at him just in time to see him lick the length of my erection before taking it whole into his mouth. My hips jolted off the bed.
“Fuck, Aaron!”
He sucked me harder, moving his right hand in time with his tongue and hollowing out his cheeks. He made a mumbling noise that reverberated along my dick, sending shivers up my spine. I rolled my head from side to side. The pleasure was intense. He kept a firm hold of me as he reached for the condom and used his teeth to unwrap it before sliding it down my turgid cock. I felt the cool lube through the condom as he coated it once more before moving up my body and straddling my torso.
“We’ll go slow. At least at first, okay?”
I could only nod in agreement. Speech was beyond my capabilities at that point. I felt Aaron place my cock at his entrance. My breathing was erratic and a sheen of sweat broke out all over my body as he slowly lowered himself onto me. The look on his face was pure rapture. I placed my hands on his hips but let him control the pace. He watched me closely as he shifted his weight forward, creating friction for his cock trapped between us. I was deep inside him now. It was pure ecstasy. Aaron licked my mouth, requesting entrance. We kissed and he quickened his pace.
“Can I touch you?” I could feel his hard cock leaking on my belly.
“No. I want to come when you do. Get on top of me.” I groaned as he slid off of me, missing his weight.
Aaron lay flat on his back with his legs spread wide. Fuck, he was beautiful.
“Matty, please. Fuck me.”
I positioned myself between his thighs and pushed inside him. I heard myself whimper at the feel of his heat wrapping around my cock.
“You feel amazing. So good, baby.”
“Do it, Matty. Fuck me hard.”
I needed no other encouragement. My hips rocked into him repeatedly. His legs were wrapped around my hips, his arms around my neck, and our mouths were at each other’s necks. He smelled so potently male. It was intoxicating. I felt my balls begin to draw up and knew I was close.
“Baby, I’m gonna come.” I held myself up on one arm and looked into his stunning hazel eyes before I came apart. Wave after wave crashed over me. I heard a shout but wasn’t sure whose it was. I felt Aaron’s body shudder beneath me as his orgasm overtook him as well.
I couldn’t move for the life of me, but I was probably crushing my partner. I braced myself on my forearms and took a long look at our bodies fused together with sweat and semen. Aaron was watching me through hooded eyes, probably trying to gauge my reaction.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Hmm. Yes. Better than okay,” Aaron purred, running his tongue over his bottom lip. I traced the same path with my own tongue before I gently pulled out of him. I made my way to the bathroom, flushed the condom, and grabbed a washcloth. I ran warm water over it before returning to my lover’s side. I carefully wiped the come off his chest and the lube from his hole.
“Thank you. Lie here with me, Matty. Are you okay?” Aaron’s voice was soft in the aftermath of our love. I caught a glimpse of snow lightly falling outside his window as I joined him under the covers. He rested his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes.
“Better than okay.”
And I was.
We spent the remainder of that Sunday in his bed, alternately talking and fooling around, just naked kissing and touching. We were warm and snug wrapped in the big red comforter and in each other. A perfect way to spend a cold winter afternoon. When one of our stomachs protested that there had been too much activity without sustenance, we reluctantly gathered up our discarded clothing and made our way out into the now-dark living area.
“How about a sandwich or, let’s see… I could make a veggie omelet?” Aaron stood barefoot, staring at the contents of his refrigerator. He had opted for comfort, changing into a pair of sweats and a tight-fitted T-shirt. I fought the urge to tell him he should put some socks on. His apartment was still a bit cold even with the heater turned on.
“Whatever you feel like making is good for me. Want any help?”
“Well, if you’d like a glass of wine, you could pour one for both of us.”
He showed me where to find glasses and a wine opener while he presented a bottle of pinot noir.
“Everything goes with a pinot, I always say.” He turned his attention back to gathering ingredients for an omelet while I poured the wine.
“I say that about beer, but this is good too.” I winked at him and offered a toast.
“I’m not a beer drinker. Too many calories for something I just never really got a taste for. I tried to like it in college, but I couldn’t get there. Ended up drinking shots of tequila before I realized it was out ‘to kill ya’,” he quipped, making a silly face.
I almost spit the pinot out. I was sure his wine appreciation didn’t extend to showering the veggie omelet. His joke wasn’t particularly funny, but his timing and the expression on his face was unexpected and endearing.
“That was bad. Warn a guy, would ya?”
“Impossible! I’m unpredictable, Matty. Who knows what I’ll say next?”
We both chuckled softly. Aaron suggested I turn on some tunes. I knew we didn’t have the same tastes in that realm, so I asked what the chef requested. With the faint sounds of music in the background, I studied my companion busily sautéing veggies and cracking eggs. It was a homey, comforting atmosphere with easy company.
Aaron brushed his hair from his eyes, using the back of his hand to do so. His sweats hung low on his hips, accentuating the curve of his delectable ass. I’d never been the type to stare at a lover before, to just take in their beauty. But I found myself admiring his small, fit form, beautiful eyes and skin. I watched his graceful movements and felt a rush akin to gratitude that we had physically connected. It seemed like an over-the-top sentiment, but a true one nonetheless.
“Are you sore?”
Aaron looked over at me in surprise as he folded a huge omelet onto a plate. He turned to grab utensils and napkins before waving me toward a seat at his small kitchen table. I took my seat and another sip of wine while I waited for my host to join me. The omelet looked fantastic. I was famished.
“Cheers!” Aaron toasted as he finally found his chair. “And the answer is yes, I am a little bit, but don’t freak out. It’s normal. Anyway, I’m one of those weird guys who likes it.” He winked at me before turning his attention to divvying up our dinner.
I was glad I hadn’t taken another sip of pinot.
“Huh? What do you mean? I hurt you, didn’t I?”
“No, idiot. I’m trying to tell you, it was fabulous. But it’s natural to feel a little sore afterwards… for the bottom, at least. And feeling it is a total turn-on to me. No more questions. Eat. No, wait….”
I waited for him to continue for a few quiet seconds. He looked agitated and I was beginning to worry.
“Look, Matt. I need to know something.”
“What?”
“Are you okay? I just need to know if you’re going to freak out.”
I wanted to pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about, but he deserved honesty.
“I’m… I don’t know how to describe what I am, other than… definitely not freaked out. Aaron….” I hesitated. Words failed me, yet I knew I had to try to communicate. “I feel alive for the first time. I know that sounds ridiculous. Maybe it’s the result of post-orgasm euphoria, who knows? I just feel great. I can’t promise that this whole—” I waved my hands between us when again I lost the words. “—us… doesn’t freak me out a little. I’m being honest. I just know that it feels right. You feel right.”
“You too, Matty.”
We ate in silence, staring at one another over the rims of our wine glasses with Adele serenading us softly. I gave into impulse, leaning over to place a chaste kiss on his sexy mouth.
“Thank you. This has been a really amazing day.”
Aaron rewarded me with one of his glorious smiles. Yeah, it was a great day.