2. the beginning #4
"Fuck, Aaron," Rion says hoarsely and Aaron opens his eyes to see Rion’s face right next to his. Gone is the calm composure that he wears daily; instead, he is flushed red, grey eyes clouded with desire, as if there is nothing in his sight but Aaron. As he holds that gaze, Rion spits into his hand, then wraps it around his cock. It curls around Aaron’s length, while Rion himself moves slightly up until their cocks are aligned, and he is pumping both of them quickly, unsteadily against each other, together.
Aaron clings harder to Rion grinding against him even as he rubs their cocks together in a mess of spit, sweat and precum the heat of which is driving Aaron crazy.
He’s overwhelmed at the moment, lost in the painful aching bliss, the disarray, the wetness of their cocks rubbing together, the heat of it, the helplessness of allowing Rion to take control and take care of him; it brings tears to his eyes as the ache builds.
"Daddy, I’m…" he pants, holding on tighter to Rion, "…I’m gonna…" he can’t even talk; all he can feel in his veins is Rion’s electric touch, sparking up, generating heat sending his heart into overdrive.
"Close your eyes. Let go. Come for me, baby," Rion whispers it throatily into his ear.
There is no way that Aaron can ignore the command. He lets it in, lets the heat that has been building inside of him overflow and he comes in a mess of white, Rion following shortly after.
Aaron finally lets go of Rion and falls onto the bed again, breathing heavily.
That was one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, and Rion didn’t even fuck him.
He took his time with him, held him, and encouraged him to let go and relinquish control.
Fuck, the tears come before Aaron can stop them. He’s never felt more free in his life.
"Thank you," he says honestly, tears flowing down his cheeks.
"No. Thank you." Rion wipes the tears away with a thumb. "You did great, baby. That was amazing."
And then he lies there next to him, takes him in his arms, and kisses his forehead.
Right now, more than anything, Aaron wishes that this relationship is real.
***
The gentle morning sunlight is already seeping into the room when Aaron wakes up in sheets too soft to be his own. He is naked and alone in the bed, so he sits up and puts on one of the hotel’s morning gowns.
"Morning, Rion," he says when he opens the balcony door to find Rion standing out there, cigarette in his hand. He is already bathed and fully dressed.
"Morning," Rion says with a smile. "How are you feeling?"
Aaron’s face reddens as he thinks about everything that happened last night. "I’m…uh… I’m good."
"Great," Rion says, putting the cigarette between his lips and staring out into the mountains in the distance. "How much do you need?"
Aaron should not be embarrassed, but he is, so he is glad that Rion’s not looking at him right now. "The minimum registration payment is €3000."
"What’s the full amount?"
Aaron’s eyes snap up to Rion, but he’s still looking away, enjoying his cigarette. "You don’t have to-"
"What’s the full registration amount, Aaron?" Rion turns around and puts out the cigarette in the ashtray.
"27,000 euros."
"I don’t have that much cash on me," Rion removes his wallet from his pocket, pulling out a card. "I’ll give this to you. The pin is 1002. You can pay the rest of the tuition with it as well."
Aaron gasps in shock when he takes it, it’s a VISA black credit card. "Hold on, what’s the limit on this thing?"
Rion steps closer to Aaron and places an arm on his waist, pulling him closer. "It's unlimited. Pay your school fees, buy yourself something nice to wear, to eat, anything you need."
Aaron looks at him bewildered. "You trust me with this? What if I steal your money? What if I-?"
"Go crazy," Rion smiles and pulls Aaron’s head down for a kiss. "I gotta go to work, but give me your number; I’ll call you."
Sure enough, he takes Aaron’s number and leaves him standing there dumbfounded, with lips tasting like cigarettes.
"Hey Aaron," Rion calls as he’s leaving. "If you need anything. Anything at all, call me, okay?"
All Aaron can do is nod as he stares at the black card in his hand.
***
Aaron runs into James’ girlfriend, Elena, the moment he gets home. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail and she’s having tea in his kitchen unperturbed. "Hello, Elena."
"Aaron. Whoa, someone is glowing. Where’d you sleep?" She asks with raised eyebrows.
"Where’d you sleep?" He throws it back at her. "Where’s James? Is he the one who opened the coffee shop?"
"What do you think? You won’t here, so yeah, he’s opened the coffee shop downstairs; he’s working," she tells him, sipping her tea. "So, when are you going to give him a raise?"
"When he starts paying his rent on time," Aaron says, folding his arms. "Anyway, do you have class today? Can you give me a ride to the university?"
Elena raises her eyebrows. "Why? Does your new boyfriend study there?"
"No. I wanna pay my registration fees. I’m enrolling for the next academic year," Aaron says proudly.
"Wow. Finally. Good for you." Elena says with something that looks suspiciously like a smile. "I’m leaving in half an hour."
"Thanks. I’ll go change and get my documents," Aaron says, hurrying to his room.
"Make sure you cover up that hickey. You don’t want to create a weird first impression on the university’s admins." She calls out to him in amusement.
Mortified, Aaron checks himself in the mirror, and sure enough, there it is, on the side of his neck. Fucking Rion. Wait, no, he can’t be mad; after all, he’s getting the most out of their relationship.
***
Registration goes smoothly, and two days later, Rion invites Aaron out for lunch.
Just lunch. Again, he just listens while Aaron blubbers on about his excitement to start studying again.
He doesn’t say anything to Rion about how his mother is getting worse again, and he is dreading the phone call about her test results coming out.
Even when Rion reiterates that Aaron can ask him for absolutely anything he needs, he tries to brush all of that away and enjoy his time with Rion.
But he can’t hide from reality forever, because the very next day, his mother’s results come out.
She looks pale, but she manages a smile while Doctor Derrick explains the latest results, sitting on the bed like it is a normal day.
"I’m sorry, Laura, but your bone marrow isn’t producing any new blood cells, be it white, red, or even platelets. Considering this and the blood shortage I told you about, you really need to think about a stem cell transplant." The doctor tells them.