Chapter 3
Matt
Well, if there were any who still doubted that I’m gay, the cat’s out of the bag now.
Walking back from Mom’s farm, clothes rumpled and filthy, beltless, holding Aron’s hand like it’s my only lifeline to sanity—and it might as well be.
No stops. No detours. I take Aron straight to my suite … our suite.
As soon as the door slams behind us, I pull Aron close and lock lips with him.
At first, he hesitates to respond, stiffening in my arms. Not one to be deterred, I let my hands roam, stroking and petting and caressing anywhere I can reach.
Finally, he opens up, returning my affection and eventually shedding his clothes.
I nudge Aron backwards towards the bed until he bumps into it and falls onto the mattress. He scoots back to the head of the bed while I strip, his hard cock bobbing with the motion.
Aron starts to turn over, offering his ass, but I crawl up to him and gently coax him onto his back again. “I want to see your face,” I say, stroking his cheek. “I want to watch you come apart on my cock. I want both our stomachs and chests covered in your cum when I’m done.”
He reaches up and cups my jaw in his hand. “Are you sure about this, Matt? There’s still time to come up with a plausible story for why you dragged me straight to your bedroom.”
“I already have a plausible story: I’m in love.”
Our lips meet with crushing force as I fumble blindly for the lube in the drawer next to us.
The last thing I want to do is hurt Aron by going in dry.
My cock throbs in anticipation of the ecstasy to come, twitching in my hand as I hastily apply the citrus-scented liquid.
The lube warms on contact, sending a pleasant chill up my spine, and I push two slick fingers into Aron’s ass, probing and thrusting until he squirms beneath me.
“Oh, God … Matt …”
I grin against his lips and add another finger, causing him to moan and arch his back. “Not quite God, but I’ll make you see Him soon enough.”
Aron wraps his legs around me and fists his shaft as I fingerfuck him to the edge. I stop just shy of making him come, giving him a break before the real fun begins.
My cock presses into him, and Aron throws his head back, biting his lower lip.
Inch by inch, I work my way in. By the time I’m fully seated in his ass, Aron’s hand is pumping so fast it’s just a frantic blur.
He whimpers, moans, sighs, and cries out as I thrust into him, and I revel in the way his tight ass grips me.
Sliding my hands up the backs of his thighs, I lift his legs, holding them up and open while I watch my dick slide in and out of him.
“Yeah, Aron … Just like that. Clench that ass.”
“M-matt, if anyone hears you—”
Fuck them if they do. Everyone will find out in about forty-five minutes, anyway.
Releasing one of Aron’s legs, I reach forward and clamp a hand over his mouth. “No more talking. Scream, if you must, but let’s just abandon words right now.”
If he planned on protesting, he never gets the chance. Just as his brows start to furrow, I twist my hips and pump harder, causing his eyes to roll back in his head. He moans into my hand, and the sound eggs me on.
The bed creaks, and the padded headboard slams into the wall.
Aron’s moans and groans turn to shouts as I abandon all concerns with being gentle.
The citrus lube scent merges with our individual musk, an intoxicating combination.
Muffled murmuring makes its way to my ears, and I can only imagine how many people might be waiting in the hallway for us to emerge.
Let them see. Let them watch us exit the bedroom hand in hand, freshly showered and ready to face the world.
I’m tired of hiding and pretending. Tired of giving a shit who might challenge me. I earned every scar on this body, and Aron’s more than earned his scars. We have enough combined experience to take on any aggressor—together.
We can do anything if we’re together.
Since we’re on a timeline, which the murmurs outside the door remind me of, I finish him quickly. My hand joins his, covering his cock, and together we jerk him off in sync, with my cock filling his ass at the sight of his cum.
A single tear tracks a path down Aron’s cheek as I pull out. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
He wipes his face and shakes his head. “It’s nothing. It’s just … Everything’s about to change. Whether the Syndicate accepts us is one thing, but accepting what I did with Emily? They won’t come around as easily for that. We’ll be fortunate if there isn’t a fucking coup after this.”
“There won’t be any coup, Aron. We’ll be okay. We’ll talk with my officers, devise a plan for taking out Mom and Emily, and we’ll move on. You’ll see.” I grab his hand and pull him off the mattress. “Come on. We’re both filthy after last night. Come take a shower with me.”
He follows my lead, and for a few moments, I can almost pretend we’re back to normal. Well, whatever normal was after Javier’s attacks, that is.
In the shower, Aron kisses me, wrapping his hand around my shaft and slowly stroking me.
“Let me suck you off, baby. I want to look in your eyes as you come down my throat.”
I brush my fingertips across his cheek. “Are you sure? Especially now, when we just learned why Emily and I have the same color eyes.”
“I need this, Matt. I need you in my mind when I come. Every time.”
Dear God, there’s not a word in the English language to describe the rage I feel at Aron’s agony.
Aron doesn’t give me a chance to protest further; he kneels down and dives right in, using his lips and tongue to finish getting me hard again.
I dig my fingers in his hair as he sucks and bobs, and, true to his word, his eyes never leave mine.
The water beads on his dark lashes, and he blinks against the spray, but he never averts his gaze.
When I come, the corners of Aron’s lips twist around my cock in a grin. He swallows hard before pulling off with a little pop as the suction releases. He rises to his feet and kisses me with such passion that my eyes widen in shock.
“Always you,” he murmurs as he presses his forehead to mine.
Much as I hate to break the spell of this moment for Aron, I know we’ve got to get out and dress before we wind up wrinkled and pruny.
The shower took longer than I’d anticipated, and we need to be presentable when we meet with my officers.
I reach around him to shut off the water, opening the shower door and grabbing the nearest towel.
Once we’ve dried off and dressed, I look at Aron to see if he’s ready. What I see, though, shocks me so much that I freeze.
His suit—one of his old ones, from my closet—drapes funny, emphasizing a weight loss that I had not noticed before.
Has the stress from recent events affected him that much?
I realize I haven’t seen him eat much lately.
Unless I’ve cooked for him, he hasn’t really eaten more than the bare minimum to survive …
and those were the times I was with him.
Was he eating while he was with the Empire?
God, I’m a terrible boyfriend for not noticing this sooner.
Pressing a button on my intercom, I buzz for the guard on duty. A voice that I don’t recognize answers, and I remember that Aron killed Rico.
“Yes, Don Matteo?”
“The meeting in my office … I want it catered. Full spread.”
There’s a moment’s pause. “Um … Don Matteo, the meeting is in ten minutes.”
“Then you have ten minutes to arrange for food.”
“Y-yes. Of course, Don Matteo.”
Aron frowns. “Why the sudden order?”
I try to smile, to hide my fear, but I doubt he’s fooled. My hands tremble as I straighten his tie for him. “You need to eat.”
“Guards don’t eat at the meetings. You know that.”
“You’re not a guard anymore. You’re … something more.” What would Aron’s title be? Are there such things as co-dons in our world? “My equal.”
Rather than making him happy, my statement only deepens his frown. “Matt, if you say that at the meeting, they’ll fucking riot. Second in command, next in line, whatever else, but if we come out and declare me your equal—Matt, they’ll murder us both.”
Too late now. I’m committed to this. “They won’t. Not if they know what’s good for them.”
“We’re good, Matt, but we can’t take out your entire officer line without getting slaughtered ourselves in the process. Do you really think even one of them will let us live if we go in there as gay men, let alone as equal rulers of the Syndicate?”
“We have to do this, Aron. Otherwise, we’ll just spend the rest of our lives hiding and pretending.
That’s not a life; it’s a sentence. I’d rather live out and proud with you at my side than subject us to that kind of existence again.
” I place my hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look me in the eyes.
“We’re doing this. You’re not going to talk me out of it.
From now on, it’s you and me or nothing. ”