3. the needs #4
"Yes, good evening," the man says, with a polite smile on his face before he turns back to Rion. "Do you think it’s appropriate to ditch a company event for a date?"
Aaron notices Rion’s shoulders tense up. "What the hell are you on about?" he asks.
"This is an important function; we’ve managed to sign with a major international company, and instead of entertaining our guests, you came in with one foot out the door," Alvin says seriously. "You couldn’t have chosen to meet your... boyfriend another time?"
"Ha, what?" Rion gives a short, mirthless laugh. "Who the fuck do you think you are to say that to me?"
Oh, this isn’t good. Something just doesn’t feel right, especially with the way this Alvin guy is acting.
Is it just about business, or something else?
And what is Rion’s reaction? Did he know this would happen?
What should Aaron do? A lot of unpleasant thoughts are running through his mind, but for now, he will just diffuse the situation.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Sinclair. I’m the one who asked to come.
I didn’t know that it was gonna be a problem," Aaron says. Argh, he feels like shit right now, but even so, he can’t resist doing this.
He steps closer to Rion and links their arms with a forced smile.
"Since he was away for a few days, I wanted to see Rion as soon as possible because I missed him so much. "
Damn it. His arm linked with Rion’s feels so warm that he’s unwilling to let go.
"H-hey…" Rion glances at him in surprise.
"Oh, my apologies; I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I just meant Rion should focus more on the social events as the CEO. You’re welcome here, anytime of course," Alvin says, in that earnest voice of his. Aaron doesn’t know if he is being truthful or not, but he decides he doesn’t like him.
"Why don’t you get off my back and go deal with the clients? That’s not my job; it’s yours, so go on," Rion says crossly, walking away, and taking Aaron with him.
"Sorry about-" Rion starts once they are on the other side of the room, but Aaron yanks his arm away from him.
"I’m leaving," he says, walking towards the door. His voice trembles as he tries to hold himself together, eyes watering.
"What? Oh, okay, let’s go," Rion says, following him out into the hallway.
Aaron is not sure why he is feeling this way, but everything—all the emotions are piling up inside him, and he feels like he is going to explode.
"Hey, Aaron, slow down, let me-" Rion tries taking his hand again, but Aaron slaps it away, leaving him stunned.
"It’s fine, okay?" Shit, Aaron is on the verge of tears. "Go back to your party; I don’t need your pity!"
Rion frowns, and his face hardens. "Are you refusing me?"
Oh. That’s right. This is Rion’s time. He bought all of Aaron’s time with all the money he’s spent on him in the past month.
He has spent so much on Aaron that he has honestly bought an infinite amount of Aaron’s time.
Therefore, Aaron has no right to wallow in his misery, no right to be all up in his emotions.
That’s right, he has no right to refuse Rion anything he wants.
"No."
"Good. I don’t know what’s got you in a foul mood all of a sudden, but you’d do well to remember our arrangement.
All of you belongs to me right now," Those words, said so coldly, firmly remind Aaron of the position he’s in.
But also, to his shame, those words make Aaron’s heart flutter. "Follow me."
Quietly, Aaron follows Rion into the elevator and they go down two floors until they reach the executive floor, where Aaron and Rion first met. They don’t go in the direction of the bathroom, but instead to Rion’s office.
He has very little time to admire how elegant and pristine the office actually is, as Rion suddenly steps up in front of him. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Aaron."
No, Aaron must not make a fool of himself. He should stop expecting Rion to do things that he never promised him. But it’s hard to contain the pain in his heart or the tears that threaten to come out of his eyes.
"Is that why you brought me here? To make him jealous?" Aaron’s voice is trembling.
"What?"
Aaron clenches his fists. "I thought it was weird. You keep spending time with me, but you won’t touch me, and you keep me at a distance. I’m not even sure if you’re attracted to me anymore," he sniffles, his voice still unsteady.
"What?" Rion’s frown deepens, and he moves even closer to Aaron, forcing him to step back until his back is against the wall. "I’m not attracted to you? What the fuck are you talking about?"
Aaron is taller than Rion, but he shrinks back when Rion is so close and pressing him against the wall. He looks down, heart racing, wondering why he always feels like such a child when he’s with Rion.
"It’s true! You’ve been distant with me, and then you suddenly invite me here?
It must be because someone else still has your heart.
I get it. You only brought me here to make Alvin Sinclair jealous.
I know you two used to date! You know what?
That’s fine; I just wish you’d told me before I got excited about spending time with you," he says, still looking down.
"I was wondering why you were acting like this, but you’ve got the wrong idea.
Alvin and I broke up over ten years ago!
We’ve both moved on long ago, honestly. He’s just pissy because he’s an annoying stickler for etiquette; that’s it.
There’s no need for you to be jealous of him," Rion says, tipping Aaron’s chin up to look at him.
"He's not my type anymore. You are, baby. "
Aaron swallows, still trembling, and looks up. "But…but then, why won’t you touch me?"
Rion sighs in frustration, then his warm finger wipes a tear from Aaron's eye. "I’m sorry about that. I just didn’t want to put pressure on you.
I don’t want you to feel like you always have to use your body to thank me for the things I do for you.
I meant what I said, I spoil you because I want to, not just because I want something from you," he whispers, his voice music to Aaron’s ears.
"And not attracted to you? Are you joking? How can you say that when you’re all I’ve been thinking about for days?
How can you say that when I can barely control my desires when I see you in that outfit, crying, begging for my attention like this?
Aaron, love, if you knew half the things I want to do to you, you wouldn’t dare say that. "
Rion's body heat is warm next to Aaron, his words melting away all of Aaron’s doubts.
So Aaron wraps his arms around Rion’s waist, pulling him closer.
He looks into those grey eyes pleadingly, trying to convey his desperation to Rion.
He wants his attention, all of it, and for that, he is willing to submit to Rion as much as possible.
"If you want me, don’t hold back. I am all yours. I need you, Rion."
As if those words are fuel for Rion’s fire, Aaron feels Rion’s hardness against his leg, even as Rion wraps his arms around Aaron’s neck, pulling him down so that their lips meet.
This is a taste that Aaron has been desperately missing, like wine on his lips, a kiss that pulls Aaron in, as if Rion is a storm and he is just a drifting piece of paper.
When Rion pulls back, Aaron grinds his leg against Rion’s erection. "Let me take care of that for you."
"No need. I’m taking you somewhere after this. We can do it later."
"I insist," Aaron says, placing his hand over Rion’s hardness. "There’s actually a fantasy of mine that you can help me fulfil."
"Do tell."
"Ever since I found out you were a CEO, I wanted to try this at your office," he whispers, cheeks red. "Sit behind your desk and I'll show you."
Rion raises his eyebrows. "What's the magic word, love?"
Aaron flushes and bats his eyelids. "Please, Daddy."
He can feel Rion's erection acutely as he groans, eyes dark with desire and does as Aaron asks.
Aaron then walks over to him, rolls his chair to the side and then places a hand on top of Rion’s thigh, making him spread his legs.
"Aaron, are you sure about-"
"Yes," Aaron says, kneeling on the floor between Rion's legs. "Nothing is gonna stop me now that I have all of your full, undivided attention."
He slowly reaches up to unbuckle Rion’s belt and unzip his trousers, and he can feel that hardness brush against his fingers as he pulls his trousers down. The underwear goes last.
"Aaron…" Rion’s deep, dark growl sounds far away as Aaron takes his cock in his hands. It is so hard against Aaron’s hand, and he can almost savour the taste of it before he even puts it in his mouth.
The last time that they were together, Rion had done everything himself, so this is the first time that Aaron has held Rion’s cock like this.
He slowly runs his hand across the shaft, and Rion groans.
Today, he will explore to his heart’s content, so he brings that cock up to his lips and licks the head.
He runs his tongue over the slit hungrily, willing himself to taste more of Rion’s skin.
As he lets his tongue caress the underside of his cock, he looks up at him, only to find Rion’s usually calm face red, as his eyes are focused completely on Aaron.
This is a sight he would love to immortalise.
Yeah, Aaron should stop teasing him.
So he opens his mouth up wide, aware of Rion’s eyes gazing down at him, and he takes the long, thick rod into his open mouth. The feel of Rion’s cock sliding between his lips is a taste he will never forget.