Chapter Thirty Three #3
“Call him a whore again. I dare you. Go on! I fucking dare you. Piece of shit—I’ll fucking kill—”
“Aaron!” I pause—fist raised, and look at Benjamin. “Enough.” He’s staring at his dad, and I realize the only reason Ronnie’s still on his knees is because I’m holding him up by his hair. I can barely recognize him. I really—really fucked him up.
Letting go of his hair I watch him crumble to the floor. My hands are soaked in his blood—skin split. I can’t face Benjamin.
“Get your mom.” He does and without lifting my eyes once we walk out of the house.
I would have actually killed him. If Benjamin hadn’t stopped me—I would have killed his father with my bare hands. Pure violence. Something’s wrong with me.
“Aaron?” I keep walking across the grass to the truck. “Aaron.” Stopping, I don’t turn to him. I can’t face him. I just beat his dad within an inch of his life. He’s a victim with PTSD. I’m so fucking stupid.
“I’m sorry, Benjamin. I lost it. I’m sorry.” I begin to walk away again—only stopping when I feel Benjamin’s hand slip into mine—tugging on me. I turn to look at him as he stands in the grass in front of his godforsaken house.
He looks horrible all bloody and beaten—shaking like a leaf, eyes as wide as saucers as he searches my face. He’s so beautiful even now.
“I love you so much.” Is what he finally says and I’m so shocked by it—so thrown off that I just stare at him—my mouth hanging open. Benjamin places a bloody hand on my face. “Little Blue Bird.” I’m revived—I can move again. I place my hand over his, shake my head.
“I don’t understand. I just… I just did something horrible, something incredibly violent. To your father—no less.” Benjamin huffs out a laugh.
“Just because he had a hand in my birth doesn’t make him my father.
And you didn’t do anything horrible, Aaron.
I sat there and thought to myself—how much do you have to love someone to carry such great anger?
To look at a man like Ronnie and not even flinch as you tear him to shreds? To laugh in his face?”
“A lot.” I offer—because it’s true, and Benjamin laughs.
“Yeah—that’s what I thought too. You looked so mad.
Not mad in a way that’s concerning—but in a way that carries my pain.
Like you could feel it all and knew I could never do that myself.
So, you took care of it for me.” His eyes are watering and the tears that fall from the right eye are tinted pink.
“I hate him. I hate him so much, Aaron. I’ve never… I’ve never felt so safe before.”
I pull him against me—letting him cry into my shoulder, the box in his hand digging into my back. I’m careful where I touch, how tightly I hold him.
“I would do anything to protect you, Button.” I tell him, kissing his hair. “You’re my one thing in this world—you’re my purpose.”
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After calling Felix and redirecting him to the Lancaster Emergency Room, Benjamin got stitches on the front of his head near his forehead. The rest of his wounds and my hands were taken care of with general treatment. Then we all headed back to UA.
Felix freaked out when he saw Benjamin—crying and hugging him. And upon finding out I almost ended Ronnie’s life—he laughed his ass off until we forced him into the car with Kayla and sent them home.
The drive is about three hours, and Benjamin sits in the passenger seat—his mom on his lap. He keeps fiddling with the box, biting his lip. He wants to talk.
“Go ahead, Button.”
“There was a guy at your apartment.” He’s so hesitant, so nervous.
“Earlier today when you said you were busy; I came by because I didn’t want to be alone and you were showering and this guy was just…
laying there—shirtless. Asking me who the hell I was.
” He’s staring at me but I’m watching the road—giving him time to get his entire question out.
I have no reason to get defensive and it’s not like he can just run away while in a moving vehicle.
He continues—
“I… The last time something similar happened to me it didn’t work out so well. But it just doesn’t match up with how you are to me and how you act normally. Aaron—please tell me it was a very innocent situation that was laid out in a very ugly-looking way and I have horrible timing.”
“His name is Jeremiah and he’s my partner for my Comms course this summer.
We’re covering Hurricane Katrina. But we hit my apartment gym first so normally we like to shower—separately—before getting started.
Jeremiah is on the team with Darian, actually.
You’d like him, he’s funny. And very straight.
” I glance over at Benjamin, and he has his face in his hands.
“Thank God.” I chuckle at him. “Aaron, I’m sorry. I was just really out—”
“Why the hell are you apologizing? You came to my apartment and found some random shirtless guy there and I was naked in the other room. I would have genuinely torn that door off the hinges to figure out what the fuck was going on.” He’s grinning at me, leaning on the middle console that separates us.
“You’re crazy. I like it.” He’s kissing my neck and I’m too worked up after all the stress of the day for him to be teasing me.
“Well—like it over there. You’re torturing me.”
Benjamin’s hand slides down my abs to cup my dick through my jeans—pulling a groan from me, the truck accelerating slightly. He giggles.
“Vroom, vroom.”
“Be gone, demon.” I shoo at him but he’s relentless—unbuttoning my jeans and rubbing over my briefs. “Benjamin. I swear to God.”
“I normally do. He doesn’t mind.” Aw, fuck. This prick. “You won’t let me touch you? After being all macho man and beating up my dad? You’re mean, Aaron.” Fuck.
“Fine. But just a little.” He pulls me out of my briefs and I hiss. “That is so not what I meant by a little.”
“Open to interpretation.” Spitting into his palm, he puts his lips back on my neck and starts jerking me off—slow and torturous. “God—it was so hot. Watching you—seeing that look on your face.” His hand tightens and I moan, leaning forward slightly, trying to focus on the lines of the highway.
“Benjamin…” I’m panting. He’s whispering in my ear.
“Telling him you were going to kill him—daring him to touch me again. Fuck Aaron, I want you so bad. I want you so deep inside of me, I feel you for days.” Fuck.
“Ugh—baby, please—too much.” He licks the shell of my ear.
“But I’m so worked up. I’ve been just waiting and waiting. I could just swallow you whole right now. I want you that badly.”
I pull over to the side of the highway, making Benjamin’s breathing quicken.
“You’re in so much trouble.” I tell him and he just grins over at me from where he’s moved to back up against his door. He senses the danger.
I prop a knee in my seat and lean over the console until I’m face-to-face with him.
“Aaron—will you touch me?” He sounds so innocent, so sweet. Every bit the angel he looks like. But I know him. Nowhere close.
“Benjamin—come here.” He leans in, lips brushing mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He moans against me, trying to pull me closer, to put my hands on him. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to touch yourself until we get home. And if you come, I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“Aaron—”
“But if you’re a good boy and you last like you’re supposed to—I’ll fuck you into next Friday.”
“But—”
“Hm?” I stare at him—eyebrow raised, looking at him with an expression that reads you’re denying me? He’s glaring.
“Okay.”
“Good.” I kiss him, licking up into his mouth, around the ball on his tongue—searching as far back as I can.
I can feel him getting himself out of his pants—moaning against me obscenely.
“Mhm—here let me help.” I grab his jaw and spit right into his mouth, watching his lashes flutter as he whimpers.
When I let him go, he spits both of our saliva onto his palm, and he starts to stroke himself.
“Aaron—please drive.” So I do.
By the time we get home Benjamin isn’t paying me any mind anymore.
He’s got his head tilted back—one hand limp on the seat, the other slowly jerking his dick.
He’s soaked in his own precum and he won’t stop whining.
He’s sweating and twitching—eyes closed like he’s being tortured.
He’s not the only one. Spending the past two and a half hours watching him slowly edge himself has been so fucking hot and the worst idea I’ve ever had.
His little sounds—his body, watching him jerk off.
It’s all too much. Worst of all—he’d talk to me.
“Aaron. Fuck, I can’t wait. I can’t wait for you to fuck me. God—yes—I love you, Aaron.”
And I would have to look away and pinch myself—focus, and drive.
Now we’re home and I’m insanely hard and my pants are a bit damp from my own precum.
I lean over and put Benjamin’s pants back on him—taking his hand off of his swollen cock.
He sighs in relief and gasps and rubs against me once I get out and pick him up.
“Not yet, kitten. You have to be quiet for five more minutes. Be good.” Benjamin stills against me. His whole body is trembling slightly—tensed with effort, and I can feel his harsh breath on my neck from where he’s resting his head.
I walk us to the apartment—inside, and to my bedroom. I don’t think he knows where we are at this point. Gently—I lay him down and take his shoes off—followed by his pants and briefs.
“Fuck.” He moans once he’s fully naked, eyes shut, hands twitching. “Aaron?”
“I got you baby. Want to come in my mouth before I fuck you? Hm?” Benjamin’s eyes shoot open to stare up at me where I stand.
“Yes—yes please.” So polite, so needy. So delicious.