Chapter Caelyx
CAELYX
ANOTHER TWO WEEKS flew by in a beautiful blur, a highlight reel that would stay burned into my brain for the rest of my life.
Not just because I was having the best sex of my life basically nonstop, but because I was feeling Aspen gradually open up to me in real time and start to really understand the depth of my feelings for him.
Well, mostly understand the depth of my feelings for him.
I still worried, just a little, that if he knew all of it, he might run screaming.
That was fine. It was baby steps with him, like always.
He’d wondered if we’d get sick of each other, being stuck together all alone during the entire winter break, but for me it had only achieved the opposite.
He’d always jokingly called me a creep and a stalker, but I was pretty sure I could legally be referred to as that now with absolutely no room for interpretation.
I literally couldn’t get enough of him. Even when he was on top of me, moaning my name and driving his cock into me until I was spraying cum all over my abs.
Even when I had him up against the wall in the shower, kissing him for what felt like hours as the hot water sluiced over us.
Not even when he was unconscious in my arms, his soft breath fluttering out against my chest. I needed him, every part of him, to be mine permanently and indefinitely.
And as completely fucking unbelievable as it might have sounded to anyone who’d known us a year ago, I was certain that perfect future was slowly coming into my grasp.
It wasn’t there yet, I couldn’t seize it and squeeze it in my fist like I wanted, but it was brushing my fingertips, just barely out of reach.
One more tiny little nudge, and everything would fall into place.
I’d met with my father one more time, without Aspen, a few days after we’d gone to dinner, to discuss the favor I needed from him.
I’d expected him to make me beg for it, or humiliate myself in some way, but he’d been surprisingly generous.
I got the sense that seeing how serious I was about Aspen had shifted his perception of me, at least a little bit.
That wasn’t to say he’d been completely generous. He’d still given me one condition to meet in order for him to cooperate with the secret project I’d been hiding from Aspen. To my relief, it hadn’t been anything too traumatic or difficult.
He would fly Aspen and I out to the swanky, highly exclusive New Year’s Eve party he was throwing.
I’d be on my best behavior and show all of his guests, including the press, how docile and grateful I was.
They’d coo and fuss over how much I’d matured, and he would allude to the fact that we’d gone through a rough patch in our relationship, but were now making concerted efforts to understand each other as father and son.
That was all fine. I was more than aware of how important image was to him, and the image of an exasperated but loving father was more appealing to the general public than one who hadn’t spoken to his son in over a year.
I didn’t mind performing in his lame little stage show, as long as he gave me what I wanted.
And we’d made an agreement. He was a lot of things, but he was not the type of man to go back on his word once he’d given it.
I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about hiding that favor from Aspen, because he was hiding things from me, too.
Or at least, he thought he was hiding things from me.
He wasn’t as subtle or secretive as he seemed to think.
And at any rate, now that I understood him more, I knew taking this path would be the much smoother route, and far more likely to produce the result that I wanted.
Recalling the conversation I’d had with Aspen, explaining how we needed to attend my father’s New Year Eve party brought a grin to my face. Of course, I’d left off the part about why we were required to attend, but he hadn’t questioned it much. He seemed happy we were making an effort to get along.
Still, the part about how we’d be taking a private jet and staying in one of the most expensive hotels in the city once we landed, had really thrown him for a loop.
In a way, I was grateful we were being forced.
If not for that aspect, I was pretty sure he would have refused all of it.
He didn’t seem keen on the idea of being spoiled, even in the talks we’d had about hypothetical future situations.
But being that I was so unexpectedly good at talking him into things, there was no reason for me to lose hope.
A few months ago, I’d have never believed I could talk him into this either.
The bathroom doorknob finally rattled and he stepped out into the hall where I was waiting, eyeing me with a bit of trepidation. His cheeks were flushed with obvious embarrassment, his beautiful lips set into a stony pout. But despite all that, he was doing it.
One night after we’d fucked for literal hours, exhausted and probably dehydrated, wallowing together in a sweaty heap on my bed, we’d fallen into that rosy, ultra-comfortable state of infatuated pillow talk.
He’d wondered if there were any fantasies I had that I’d never done with any of my partners, to which I’d admitted there was one thing I’d always thought about.
I’d warned him it probably wasn’t something he’d be into, but he’d pushed me to tell him anyway.
I suspected it was because I’d given him so many of his firsts.
Because of that, there were parts of him that felt like they belonged to me and only me.
I didn’t really have anything like that, I’d done basically everything before I’d ever met him, and he was more than a little jealous.
Of course, all my hookups before him had been meaningless and the part of my body that belonged to him without question was my entire fucking heart.
Still, the way he’d agreed to act out my little fantasy had surprised me and turned me on so much, I couldn’t argue.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked, and he cleared his throat, fidgeting with the hem of his black t-shirt before nodding.
“Yeah. Where are we going?”
“Mm, I don’t know yet. I thought we’d just take a walk and look at the lights. Maybe get some drinks.”
There was a thin and fluffy sheet of snow on the ground, but not enough to ruin a little walk downtown.
All the buildings were still decorated with colorful lights, even though Christmas had technically passed a few days earlier.
We’d spent it cuddled up on the couch, binging holiday movies.
The feeling of his fingers stroking through my hair while my head rested in his lap had been like literal heaven, something I knew I could never get enough of for the rest of my life.
“Okay,” he said, and started to move past me to grab his jacket from the living room.
“Ah, Cupcake,” I piped up. “Shouldn’t we… Test it, to make sure everything’s working like it should be? I mean, I’d hate to be troubleshooting in the moment, you know.”
He bit down into his lower lip, taking a deep breath as he glanced up at the ceiling, but nodded.
“Okay. Test it.”
I slipped my phone out of my pocket, where it was already opened to an app I’d downloaded. Pressing my thumb onto the little button on the screen to activate it, I dragged it up to the level of stimulation I wanted.
Aspen whimpered, his eyebrows furrowing together as his fingers twitched at his side.
His lips parted, just a bit, as a rush of air tumbled out from his mouth.
Fuck, that was so hot. But I wanted to start him out low and slow, teasing and building him up until he was squirming and begging.
Dragging it back down, I watched him relax.
“Well, it works,” he confirmed.
“What does it feel like?” I asked, and he scoffed.
“It feels like I have a vibrator jammed inside me and pressed up against my dick,” he answered, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Oh, good,” I noted, the corner of my mouth perking up at his prickly tone. My moody little black cat. “I’m pretty sure that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.”
We’d done our research on what to buy for this, and I’d picked out the most highly praised toy. The shape was perfect, stimulating him from the inside and curling up to press against him on the outside. I was already completely hard just thinking about it.
“Let me feel it,” I requested, and he blushed but shrugged to indicate his consent.
When I stepped up close to him, his eyes stayed locked on mine as I opened the button of his jeans, slowly dragging down the zipper.
Slipping one hand down into the waistband of his underwear, I slid my fingers over the silicone.
It was a tight fit, stuck right up against where he was the most sensitive.
When I used my other hand to mess with the levels on the app, the vibrator purred against my fingers in a surprisingly strong pulse.
He whimpered again, swallowing hard as he stared up at me.
When I pressed on it to tease him even more, he reached up and gripped onto the front of my shirt, his tongue flitting out to wet his lips.
“Fuck,” I murmured, shutting it off. “That’s still just on low.”
We’d barely started, but I could already tell he was into it, even if the idea of doing anything in public was embarrassing for him.
He trusted me not to humiliate him by getting us caught, and I wasn’t going to break that trust, so I would be careful…
Mostly. And anyway, going on our naughty date was just the beginning, a pleasant little buildup.
All the really hot parts would be once we’d gotten back home, in the privacy of my room.