Chapter 23
AIDAN
There’s nothing like waking up on the first Monday of Christmas vacation.
Yes, the students officially started on Friday afternoon, but I always have some final things to finish putting together before I can formally close the books for the holiday.
Cleaning up messes, ensuring there’s no food hiding in cubby holes to rot over the break, and checking the materials to make sure the first lesson is ready to go when we return in January.
And, of course, bringing Goldie home to live in a child-free environment for a whole three weeks.
Then the weekend feels… strange, like my body doesn’t quite believe that we’re really off work. It’s on Monday morning when I roll over, panic that the sun is up and I’m not, followed by a deep sense of relief when I remember it’s vacation.
There are many aspects of being a teacher that I enjoy, but the vacations are a big part of it.
Even if I do spend summer vacation working for some tutoring companies to supplement my income, it’s different.
The level of responsibility, the amount of planning, and the sleepless nights are all much lower.
The best part? I have the whole day to myself. To lounge around on the couch and catch up on all the shows I swear I’m going to watch, but never do. It’s tradition to spend the day in my pajamas, ordering takeout, and generally turning into a sloth.
So why am I standing on Covey’s front porch?
That’s a good question. One I don’t have an answer to right now. Somehow, I ended up showering, putting on jeans, and making my way across town to talk to him. About what?
Another good question that I’m hoping to come up with an answer to by the time he opens the door. Perhaps I can find a way to confess my love for him and ask him to consider a real relationship with me.
Except, he’s not answering. His car is here, and when we texted yesterday, he said he’d be home until mid-afternoon when he went over to the theater to get ready for the performance tonight.
I ring the doorbell. Again. Nothing. I check my phone to see if there’s a response to my text message. Nothing. Not even a read receipt.
I bite my lip, trying to decide what to do. He’s not expecting me, so he’s not required to answer the door. Something feels off, and my gut won’t let me walk away. If he went somewhere, he’d have taken his car.
I try the door, and shockingly, the knob turns. Once we’ve resolved this, I’ll discuss safety with him. This isn’t exactly a dangerous area, but there’s still some amount of crime. Serial killers are on the lookout for this kind of thing. At least that’s what my podcasts tell me.
“Covey?” I call, slowly opening the door. “It’s Aidan. Are you here?”
No response.
“Covey?” I close the door behind me and make my way into the kitchen. There’s a half-full cup of tea on the counter, but no other signs of life. Now I’m starting to worry. Where else would he be? The door is wide open when I get there, bed unmade, but no Covey.
I poke around, looking for any clues about where he might be. Everything I find makes me worry even more. His wallet is on top of the dresser. His usual coat is still hanging in the entryway.
I pause my snooping when I hear a clamor in the kitchen.
“Covey?” I run toward the noise, only to find him leaning up against the kitchen counter, stripping off his long-sleeve shirt.
Sweat drips down his chest, and before I can say anything, he wipes it away with his shirt. He’s bobbing his head along to whatever’s playing over his headphones, occasionally mouthing a few of the words.
I could watch this show all day. It’s quickly becoming my favorite channel. The one where my hot friend strips for me. Except when he grabs the waistband of his leggings, I realize how creepy it is for me to be watching him. In his own house. Without him knowing.
I clear my throat, but it doesn’t catch his attention. “Covey,” I croak out. Nothing. Before I can try again, he shucks off his tights, leaving him completely naked, shaking his delectable ass at me.
I have no plan. At this point, it’s all adrenaline and vibes as I walk up to him and tap him on his shoulder.
The shriek is enough to wake sleeping dogs in the next town over.
“It’s me. Aidan,” I say as though he’s not staring directly at me now, eyes wide and questioning. I glance down—I can’t help it—to see his dick hanging soft against his thigh. My brain immediately fills in the memory of what it was like to have him inside me.
“Aidan. What. The. Fuck.”
“I—” I know somewhere in all the thought I put into coming over this morning, I had a solid reason for being here. But they all escape me at the moment. “I wanted to see you.”
“What?” For a second, I think he’s questioning my rationale, which, honestly, I am, too. Except he lifts his hand to pull out his earbuds. The heavy bass of his music fills the air around us. “Say it again.”
“Um, hi?”
“Did you break into my house?”
“Your door was unlocked,” I say, as if that explains the whole sequence of events taking place here. “You really should lock it, I mean, it’s pretty safe, but still.”
“I went for a run and didn’t want to carry my keys.” And, alright, that sounds very realistic. Except for the running part, I’ll never get why people think that’s fun. “I also didn’t expect to find someone in my house when I came back.”
Right. I knew we’d get back to that. “I wanted to see what you were up to. I expected you to be relaxing in bed or something.” Realistically, the fact that I intend to spend my time off lounging and he uses his to go for a run is the reason he looks like—well, that.
“Sure. Maybe I could take a quick shower and get some clothes?”
People sometimes say that they can feel electricity in the air. I always thought that was the kind of thing that only happened in romance novels. It’s possible, but I’d never felt it before. Right now? The air between us is crackling.
“Maybe I could join you?” It’s the combination of holiday spirit, the first day of vacation, and a very naked Covey standing in front of me that gives me the courage to ask.
It’s the look of complete shock on his face that makes me want to back the words.
It’s the same look that must be on my face when he says, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
COVEY
I’m out of my damn mind. At some point on that run, I must’ve slipped on the ice, fallen, and knocked myself out. It’s the only rational explanation for what’s happening right now.
On my run, I did exactly what Leo suggested. I came up with a plan to woo Aidan.
This—taking him to my shower—is not part of that plan. The version I came up with includes a lot of talking, baring my soul, and a grand gesture in the form of a Christmas present.
Then, he showed up at my house and made the first move. I might be a complete idiot most days, but I’m not stupid enough to walk away from that.
And, if this is all part of some concussion-induced dream, then bring it on.
“You coming?” I say, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the bathroom, hoping he hasn’t changed his mind.
It’s weird being the only one naked. I tend to strip my running clothes off near the door, hoping to stop the spread of sweat through my home. Considering the amount of workout clothes I go through weekly, it’s not an easy task. For the first time, it seems to be working in my favor.
“Strip,” I say as soon as we’re in the bathroom.
Usually, I might take my time, unwrapping him like a present, slowly revealing every inch of his skin.
But my muscles are cooling down and tensing up.
Plus, I probably stink after a long run—all the more reason to get us in the shower as quickly as possible. Then I can take my time with him.
With the water started, I make sure there are towels out for both of us and turn around in time to see him pull his boxers down.
Vacation Aidan wears adorable ones with snowmen on them.
I hold back a snicker, not wanting him to think that I’m making fun of him for them.
Maybe later I’ll be able to tell him how much I like them.
Later, when I tell him about my feelings. I swallow against the building lump in my throat. “Water’s warm,” I say, pulling back the shower curtain to allow him to climb in.
I follow behind him, unable to keep my hand off his glistening skin.
“Covey,” he murmurs as I step into the shower, pulling his back up against my chest. “What do you want?”
That’s a loaded question. You, forever. It’s the honest answer, but honest hasn’t been our thing lately. Instead, I say, “Whatever you want, schatje.”
“I want to taste you.” I groan at his words. I’ve had dreams about his mouth, seeing it wrapped around my cock.
“The shower floor is hard.” I don’t know why I’m trying to talk him out of it.
“Don’t care,” he says, sinking to his knees in front of me. It’s such a beautiful sight that I almost cry. He’s looking up at me, big green eyes, mouth open and waiting. “I want you. Please.”
“You want my cock in your mouth?”
He doesn’t answer me, instead leaning forward and sucking me down like a pro. I brace myself on the shower wall. I could lie and say it’s from my run or the heat of the water, but the lightheadedness and jelly legs are all from the way Aidan’s pleasing me.
It takes a lot of effort to keep from thrusting into his mouth. He’s got me to the back of his throat, swallowing around me before pulling off and licking my sensitive head.
My fingers comb through his wet hair, tugging gently on the ends. “Yes,” he says, popping off my cock, “use me. Get yourself off with me.”
A deep groan escapes my mouth, echoing off the bathroom walls. I do as I’m asked, thrusting my hips slowly to fuck his beautiful mouth. When he gags, I pull back a bit, but he wraps a hand around my leg, pulling me back in.
Fuck, this is going to be over quickly. I look down and catch his eye. I’ve had my fair share of blow jobs over the years, some quick and dirty, some a bit more sensual. No one has ever looked at me like that. Aidan’s eyes are full of… love.
The realization is enough to have me breaking down into tears.
Not a good look in the middle of sex. It takes me a few blinks of my eyes to get rid of the tears.
If Aidan saw, hopefully, he’ll think it’s from the shower.
When I’m able to look at him next, he’s jacking himself off while sucking me in deeply.
That image will stick with me forever. It’s the one that finally sends me over the edge. “Coming.” I barely get the warning out before I cum down his throat. He takes everything I give him, swallowing load after load until I get too sensitive and pull away.
When my vision clears, I find him staring at me, still stroking himself slowly. “Come here,” I say. He gets up from the floor with a little bit of help, grimacing as his knees come off the hard bath floor.
He hesitates, so I pull him in for a deep kiss, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. “Aidan,” I moan against him. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his as he strokes himself. It only takes a couple of seconds before he gasps, and I feel his hot cum against my belly.
We stand together, quietly holding one another as we let the warm water wash over us. Only when it starts to cool do I move, getting us both cleaned up quickly so that we’re done before it turns ice cold.
“That’s not what I came over for,” he says when we’re out and wrapped in towels.
“No?” I say, raising my eyebrows.
“No, I wanted… well, I wanted to hang out. Maybe watch something if you have time.”
It’s a bit of a slow day for me, getting the morning and early afternoon off before call time at the theater.
I didn’t make plans, other than a run and some good stretching, knowing I’d be tired and need some quiet time to think.
Of course, now I have a grand gesture to arrange. “Yeah, I’ve got time.”