Spark and Stone

Spark and Stone Chapter 14

Spark & Stone – Ch. 14

By Laura S. Fox

Copyright © 2019 Laura S. Fox

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Gay Erotica

Intended for Mature Audiences Only

This story will contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, strong language and it is not meant for readers who are less than 18 years of age.

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Chapter Fourteen – Sex Education

Heathcliff caressed Aidan's cheeks slowly, prolonging their kiss. At the same time, his hands were getting busy because there was no way he would go back on the promise he had made earlier that night. He needed to be inside Aidan again, and this time, he would do it like he was supposed to when dealing with a virgin.

He interrupted the kiss to search for a condom. "So, have you at least tested your backdoor with a dildo?" Heathcliff asked, still not having enough of hearing how Aidan had given his precious V-card to him.

"I was thinking of that," Aidan replied. "But I just couldn't find the time, you know? So it was just with the fingers. Gosh, I do sound like such a virgin, right?"

"No worries," Heathcliff said with a small chuckle. "I like all this virgin talk from you. Tell me more."

Aidan eyed him suspiciously. "You're enjoying this too much, Stone."

"Hey, I popped your cherry. I totally earned the right to be called Heath. Plus, I like it how it sounds in your mouth."

"Um, okay," Aidan said, blushed and looked away.

Heathcliff caressed Aidan's cheeks gently. "Look at me," he ordered. The pretty brown eyes glared at him. "It means a lot that you're doing this with me. That we're doing it together, actually."

Aidan snickered. "Oh, damn, I didn't peg you for the seducing type. I thought you were all direct and stuff. When it came to sex, I mean. I'm babbling, right?"

"Do you think I'm trying to seduce you?" Heathcliff grinned. "I think I've done a pretty good job already."

"You basically tricked me into doing it with you because of work," Aidan said while continuing to glare.

"And you totally fell for that, right?" Heathcliff's grin broadened. "C'mon, I had to come with a play. You really are like a bunny. You're too good at running."

"And you can't keep up? Maybe you should work on your stamina," Aidan joked.

"Do you think I lack stamina? Maybe I should show how much in top shape I am, then."

"It's a promise?" Aidan stuck his tongue at him.

Heathcliff shook his head. Yeah, the bunny was a firecracker in bed, and he had been right to let his hunter instincts guide him in this case.

"Let's try something different. You made me drool for that ass for so long; I'm entitled to receive compensation."

"What do you have in mind?" Aidan asked directly.

"On all fours," Heathcliff commanded.

He wasn't expecting Aidan to comply so dutifully, but as much as the bunny liked to contradict him sometimes, just as much he seemed to take to orders without being told twice. Heathcliff was now sure he hadn't met someone like Aidan in his life. Not that he ever found it difficult to get it up, but anything he did with Aidan was making him hard, from kisses and light touches to being presented nicely with a perfect round butt right in his face.

"Like this?" Aidan asked, looking at him over one shoulder.

Heathcliff was still too enthralled with the gorgeous sight in front of his eyes to reply. With a small grunt, that could mean anything, he grabbed Aidan's ass cheeks and pulled them slightly apart. It was like the little pink hole was winking at him. He smiled and pushed two fingers inside. A small hitched breath was the instant answer from Aidan.

"Is it, I mean, does it always feel this good?" Aidan asked. "It's like, I mean, wow, it's like, I don't really know how it's like," he ended his babbling sentence with a small sigh.

"Yes. If you did it once and loved it, that means you're hooked," Heathcliff joked.

"Ah, then I guess I'm hooked," Aidan said with conviction and wiggled his gorgeous butt a little, to get more of Heathcliff's fingers inside.

"Easy," Heathcliff cooed, "I'm going to give you the real thing right now."

"Okay," Aidan replied and breathed out once loudly, then pulled a pillow and embraced it with determination.

Heathcliff almost had troubles ripping the condom package as his eyes were continuously drawn to Aidan's ass. Yeah, he had spoken nothing but the truth. With that kind of ass, Aidan would be wasted as a top. It wasn't some joke. Heathcliff knew he was damned lucky to have gotten first to that ass.

It must have been because of Aidan's demanding job. Obviously, the guy didn't have time to cruise the clubs and find a partner, and it wasn't ironic at all that it was because of work that he had found someone to sleep with. All in all, it worked for Heathcliff. Plus, if Aidan were so busy working, he would be busy to fill in all the openings, pun intended. Yeah, bunny boy would not have time to do anything except for work and Heathcliff.

Satisfied with the way he had managed to figure out Aidan's entire schedule for the foreseeable future, he climbed the bed to sit on his knees between Aidan's legs. Even this way they fit. Aidan's ass was sitting just at the right height for Heathcliff to stick his cock inside. He was suddenly in the mood to see how they looked like, ready to fuck and fitting so well.

He grabbed Aidan by the hips, and for a while, he played around with his cock, just letting it slide between the other's butt cheeks. He reached for more lube, decided to help Aidan feel even more pleasure than the first time. By how tight the young man had been, it must have hurt, at least some.

And Heathcliff didn't want Aidan to remember even for one moment that the first time hurt, no matter how great it felt afterward.

"You're such a teaser, Heath," Aidan complained.

Heathcliff laughed. Busy taking care of business in the best possible manner, he had forgotten that his bed partner appeared to be quite sensitive and willing to get down to it.

"Do you want me to stick my cock in your beautiful ass, Aidan?" Heathcliff teased him some more.

Aidan's ass was stretching nicely, and his heavy breathing was a clear sign that he was enjoying it. Heathcliff pushed inside slowly, now taking the time to enjoy the sensation even more than the first time. The grip was still steady on his cock, and the muscled channel wasn't giving in quickly, but they were getting there, to the point of making one with the other, even if fleetingly.

"Damn, this look from above, bunny boy, is ten out of ten," he confirmed out loud what he was thinking.

Aidan was just moaning softly, and he was rocking his hips, too, meeting him mid-way.

"I can tell you. An ass like this? I'm seriously lucky," he said.

"You're just saying," Aidan protested meekly. "You fucked hundreds of asses or something."

"Hundreds? Okay, stop reading tabloids right now," Heathcliff said. "They weren't that many."

Suddenly, he felt the need to be a little defensive. It was a good thing all the blood in his brain was most probably asked for duty at the downstairs department because he would have wondered why the hell he wanted to deny his sexual conquests. Usually, he was proud of them.

"Ah, this feels so good," Aidan moaned prettily. "Can I jerk off?"

Heathcliff laughed. "You don't have to ask."

"Okay. Thank you."

Damn, always prim and proper. Asking for permission and being thankful for it. Heathcliff knew he would have to buy a rabbit cage soon. There was no way he would allow other guys to get to Aidan. At the club, earlier that night, that dude had been all over Aidan. Or maybe he had been just normal and decent, but Heathcliff could not be bothered with details.

What did bunnies eat? He shook his head and pushed inside Aidan deeper. He wasn't the kind to amuse himself with silly jokes, but now he was getting all worked up about treating Aidan like a pet.

But, seriously, he needed to learn everything about Aidan's likes and dislikes. That was a start. For now, he needed to see to the young man's sex education. Lesson number one was learning that only Heathcliff's cock felt that good.

Determined to prove the said lesson with a practical experiment, Heathcliff changed the angle and reached under Aidan so that he could touch his chest. Aidan's nipples were hard, small round pebbles waiting to be teased more.

"Oh, fuck, what did you do? Why does it feel this good in my ass?" Aidan murmured and moved to slam his ass against Heathcliff's pelvis over and over again.

"Just a little trick to get to your prostate more," Heathcliff murmured into his ear. "Do you like this?"

"Are you kidding me?" Aidan whispered. "It's the best thing I've ever had in my life."

"Good, that's good. Keep that thought."

Heathcliff kissed Aidan's ear, making him moan loudly, and then followed the jawline until Aidan picked up the cue and moved his head enough so that they could kiss.

Saying that they were kissing was a bit of a stretch, seeing how they were both grunting and moaning, and needed the air to do that. Heathcliff was carried away, so much that he hadn't realized that he had been pulling at Aidan's nipples for some time.

Not that Aidan was complaining. Actually, bunny boy seemed pretty much far gone, and his mouth was slack and moist, and Heathcliff could taste it to his heart's content. A louder moan and he knew that Aidan was coming, which was good since he could not keep it any longer, either.

He let Aidan collapse on the bed and straightened up so that he could come as he wanted in the first place while looking at that gorgeous ass swallowing his cock.

"Your ass is too damned good," he said in a staccato rhythm, as he came in waves, screwed deep inside Aidan's tight body.

Aidan didn't seem to have any energy left to thank properly for the compliment as it was his habit, but Heathcliff didn't mind. He hurried to throw away the used condom and then he fell on the bed next to Aidan. Slowly, he reached with one hand to caress the other's back in passing.

"How was it?" he asked.

Aidan turned his face and grinned at him. "I might not be able to sit, probably, I don't know, but it was all worth it."

"I can't believe you ran from me so much when you basically wanted it just like I did," Heathcliff started talking, speaking his mind more than he intended in the first place.

Aidan's face became serious. "I can count on you, right? No one can know."

"Scout's honor," Heathcliff promised.

Now that he thought about it, he could not remember the last time when he needed to sneak around. As appealing as that sounded, it was actually dissatisfying. For some reason, he could see himself taking Aidan everywhere with him and showing off his pet.

"What are you thinking about?" Aidan questioned. "For a second, you smiled like you were terribly satisfied with yourself, then you frowned, and became all serious."

Okay, so it really wasn't like him to wear his heart on his sleeve, and Aidan had just witnessed ... Nothing. He had witnessed nothing.

"It's not important. Now, tell me, Sparky, how did you really manage to keep guys away from your ass?"

"Is this still bothering you? I knew I should have kept my mouth shut about my V-card," Aidan said with a snort. "Now you think there's something wrong with me, right?" he added anxiously.

"With you? No way!" Heathcliff denied. "With the rest of the gay guys in this city, yes!"

Aidan giggled and looked at Heathcliff through his eyelashes. "I can't believe I did it. Do you think others will be able to tell? I mean, I should be different now, right?"

"Not really," Heathcliff replied. "It might help your confidence, though. Seriously, Aidan, you're not off the hook. Come on; tell me everything."

"Everything?" Aidan quirked an eyebrow. "About what?"

"Your sexual experience, obviously," Heathcliff said as he rolled on the side and propped his head against his palm, the arm bent from the elbow.

Aidan sighed. "It's nothing exciting to tell. Why do you want to know?"

"You're my student now. I must gauge your level of experience," Heathcliff said promptly.

"I'm your what now?" Aidan pursed his lips.

"You obviously need some sex education in your life," Heathcliff explained right away.

"I know how to put on a condom," Aidan said.

"And that's all you know about sex," Heathcliff said with a smirk.

"Okay, so I didn't fuck hundreds of dudes, but I do have Internet, and there are books, you know?" Aidan glared again.

"From the top, bunny boy," Heathcliff commanded, in a tone that brooked no contradiction. "And they weren't hundreds," he hurried to add.

"How many were they?" Aidan asked, his eyes darting sideways.

There were a few reasons why Aidan did that. Sometimes, because he felt embarrassed. Other times, because he felt insecure. And, on occasion, because he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer. Bunny boy was like an open book, and Heathcliff was definitely sure of his theories. So, right now, maybe, just maybe, Aidan was a tiny bit jealous, picturing in his head that he was competing against an army of underwear models and Insta-famous stars.

"I didn't exactly count," Heathcliff replied.

That wasn't exactly true. But he wouldn't admit to being a loose character. It was true that he had felt it was normal to do so and fuck as many guys as he could get his hands on, but right now, under a pair of cute, scrutinizing brown eyes, he felt the need to lie.

"So they could be hundreds," Aidan concluded.

"They aren't!" Heathcliff protested again.

"Dozens? Over 80?" Aidan continued.

"I'm going to tickle you; I promise," Heathcliff said menacingly.

"Okay," Aidan decided to let it go. "But you would definitely have much more to tell than me. My so-called experience is almost close to zero compared to you."

"Let me be the judge of that. How can I be a good sex educator if you don't let me establish where we stand?"

"All right. Do you always have your way?"

"Always," Heathcliff confirmed, with a broad smile.

"Of course. With eyes like that ..." Aidan trailed off.

"Do you like my eyes?"

"Okay, it's serious. Something happened to you, and you're not telling. I can bet my shitty paycheck that you're told you have amazing eyes one hundred and ten times a day."

Something had happened to him, and Heathcliff was pretty sure he didn't want to go there. At least, not right now. He needed to process why he wanted to grab Aidan, put him into a nice shiny cage and keep him at home for who knew how long. He could not remember if he had ever felt the need to do that with anyone. Usually, he was all for enjoying the act, and then, rather quickly, unless the guy was good otherwise and could be kept as a friend or at least as a pleasant acquaintance, he wanted to see his partner out the door as fast as possible.

Mainly because he was too busy with something else. Like establishing himself as a real influencer. Sex was great, as long as it didn't become a complication. The thing was, right now, as he was looking at his current bed partner, Heathcliff didn't want him out the door.

Good thing tomorrow was Sunday, and he was sure that even a busy bee like Aidan didn't have to work. Supposedly. Better to ask.

"You're not working tomorrow, I hope," he said.

Aidan rolled his eyes. "I don't. But what's that have to do with what we were talking about? Do people put up with you and this way of yours to make conversation?"

"Yeah, they do. Great. So, if you're not working, nothing stops you from spending all Sunday here, with me."

Aidan stared at him, wide-eyed. He gulped visibly. "Okay. As long as I don't bore you or stand in your way otherwise."

"You don't bore me, and you don't stand in my way. And, seriously, is it that little trust you have in me? I told you that the deal is for you to keep me busy so that you nor I have to chase down dudes with NDAs and whatnot. And that goes, I promise, for as long as we have to work together."

"That's a big commitment, Stone," Aidan said while watching him intently. "It could be months. If things work smoothly, maybe the entire year. You do realize you're practically saying that you'll fuck the same guy for this duration, right?"

"Yes, I do realize," Heathcliff replied, feeling a bit miffed over being treated like he couldn't understand his situation. "What? Do you have other plans?"

"Like what other plans?"

"I don't know. Hooking up with dozens of guys, maybe?"

The moment the words flew from his mouth, Heathcliff regretted them. He was not supposed to give Aidan ideas about hooking up with other dudes.

"Yeah, right," Aidan snorted, "only that I lack your eyes, your perfect body, your big cock, and - am I forgetting something? - ah, yes, your reputation. I'd say that the chances for me hooking up with one guy, let alone dozens, are close to none."

"That guy at the club came directly at you," Heathcliff pointed out.

Clearly, he was in a sudden mood to sabotage himself. No, no, no, he was doing that only because he wanted to hear from Aidan's mouth that the bunny had no intentions to pay any attention to any other guy save for him.

"I know," Aidan admitted. "But I was working," he added, a bit defensively.

"Was that the only reason you told him `no'?" Heathcliff asked, his voice suave and completely innocent.

Aidan looked away. "No," he said in a meek tone.

"Hmm, louder, bunny boy, I don't think I heard you."

"I said `no'," Aidan repeated, and this time, he glared at Heathcliff. "All right, you spoiled fitness guru or whatever you are. I like you. And dozens of guys coming to ask me to dance or whatever won't change that, for as long as our deal stands. Do you feel better now?"

Clever, Heathcliff thought. The bunny wasn't easy to fool. He had seen through Heathcliff's game right away.

"Yes, definitely better," he said, feeling suddenly better about himself. "Now back to your experience with sex. The first time, the second time, and the third time. Spit it all out."

"Are you taking notes? And how come you know there wasn't a fourth time?"

"I didn't," Heathcliff said with a big grin. "I do now."

Aidan appeared mad for a second, but he was biting his lips not to laugh, and that was impossible to miss.

"All right," he sighed. "The first time, it was with a guy at a gay club. It was my first time going. We danced, and we started to fool around. Eventually, we traded handjobs."

Good. Gay clubs were out of the questions. Guys who were interested in trading handjobs with Aidan appeared to lurk around those places. Perverts, Heathcliff thought to himself, pleased with his findings so far.

"The second time, in college, my roommate came with a friend, and I won't go into details, but that guy ended sleeping with me in the same bed." Aidan coughed and made an effort to continue. "He kind of asked me to suck him off and played with my cock. It was okay-ish, I guess."

Good thing college was over. There was no need for strange dudes to land in Aidan's bed by accident.

"And the third time," Aidan sighed deeply, "it didn't happen all the way, actually. I went to this guy's place, and his mom walked on us. It was pretty fucking weird," he pursed his lips, "since he wasn't out to her. Thank God we weren't naked. I didn't have to hunt down my clothes on the way to the door."

Yes, thank God, Heathcliff nodded.

"How did you end up fooling around with this guy?" he questioned.

"Some ad," Aidan shrugged. "It was stupid. He did sound nervous over the phone. I should have known he had something to hide. Of course, I wasn't expecting a shouting mom, but rather for him to have some corpses buried in the backyard."

"Corpses?" Heathcliff asked, a bit alarmed.

"I'm watching way too many crime shows," Aidan sighed.

"Well, you never know," Heathcliff said solemnly. "It's better if you don't use ads and dating apps and all that."

"Aren't you supposed to tell me that I'm absurd and worry for no reason?" Aidan stared at him, wide-eyed.

"No. You have every right to worry."

"Why?" Aidan sounded alarmed. "Do you know something I don't? Hey, you're using dating apps, too!"

"I do, but I have experience. You're just a virgin," Heathcliff said, barely keeping from laughing out loud.

Playing with the bunny was way too much fun.

"I am not a virgin anymore," Aidan pointed out.

"Please," Heathcliff snorted, "you have no experience whatsoever. And I am going to correct that."

"You are?" Aidan stared through his curly eyelashes.

"Yeah," Heathcliff grinned broadly. "Bunny boy, as I can see, your experience makes you the perfect candidate for Heathcliff Stone's special sex education course."

"Oh, is it a course?" Aidan played along, biting his lips in the most enticing way possible. "How much is it?"

"For you, completely free. Of course, you need to understand that, during this course, your body might suffer certain types of abuse, all of the pleasant kind, mind you, but still."

"All right, I'm in," Aidan said with a small shrug. "But I hope we can continue our course another day. My ass is a little ... sore, I guess."

Heathcliff pulled Aidan close for a hug. "As your instructor, I will see that your wellbeing is optimal. Now I'll take you to the bathroom and give you a nice shower. You don't have to lift a finger. It is my solemn duty to do everything in my power to make you feel amazing."

"Damn," Aidan whispered, "are you certain you don't want to start selling this course of yours online? Guys would enlist by the thousands."

"I'm sorry, but admittance is a rather stringent affair. Actually, only one particular person has managed to qualify."

"Hmm, I wonder how he did manage," Aidan said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"First of all, he dutifully presented something called a V-card. Seeing how such a thing comes in short supply, I could not do anything else but to admit him."

"I didn't dutifully present anything!" Aidan protested. "It was only because of a technicality that I let that slide."

"And I'm glad you did," Heathcliff kissed Aidan on the lips with a loud smack. "Because that gave me this idea for a course that I can sense it would be very successful."

Aidan giggled. "Oh, fuck, I'm just too lucky, right? No one will believe me, not years from now when I say who I lost my virginity with."

"Do you find yourself often talking about such intimate things?" Heathcliff questioned.

"No," Aidan replied. "But I assume that, when one gets to talk to his future boyfriend, such topics of conversation might pop up."

Boyfriend? Heathcliff could feel the smile freezing on his face. Whatever was happening, Aidan saw it just as a fleeting experience, nothing to last. Something to be remembered and talked about with presumptive boyfriends, but fleeting nonetheless.

And why was that bothering him? He was all for spending pleasant fleeting moments in the company of good-looking men. Shaking his head, he pushed the thought away.

Aidan patted his forehead. "I had no idea you had a melancholic side, Stone. Not that it doesn't suit you. This forlorn look might just make you worthy of being called Heathcliff, after all. I should wonder what's that all about, but I bet you'll just say it's nothing."

"It's nothing," Heathcliff hurried to say. "Now upsy-daisy. I want you bathed and ready for bed. I need you to get all your energies high for tomorrow."

"All right. Even in bed, you are a slave driver," Aidan said with a small snort. "But so that you know, I can take care of myself."

"And? How is that relevant to how I must take care of you as my one and only student?"

Aidan sighed. "I suppose it's not."

Heathcliff stood up and helped Aidan to his feet, too. On the way to the bathroom, he placed one possessive hand over Aidan's ass. For the foreseeable future, Aidan would not have any boyfriends to confess his past transgressions with a particular fitness guru. He could work with that.

***

Aidan could swear something was a bit off in the way Heathcliff looked at him. Not that he didn't like it. It was making him feel a little too hot and dizzy when those magnetic blue eyes set on him. Things had gone much, much better than he had expected. He felt a little like walking on clouds, and like he was on the point of laughing uncontrollably.

The thing was he felt happy. Heathcliff was pure perfection in bed, not that he had any basis for comparison, but he could bet that not many people could say that the first time had been that good.

For him, it had been that, and even more. Just the thought of being held tight by Heathcliff was making his face split into a big smile for no apparent reason. It was also making his cock twitch, but seriously, for the moment, he needed to think of going to sleep. As young as he was, he could not think it wise to do it three times in a row. Actually, he had come three times if he remembered correctly. Funny how the details were blurred. Definitely, he needed a repeat performance.

Losing his V-card with his crush. That was amazing, and impossible if he thought about it, but he was there, in Heathcliff's house, in his bed, and his arms. Good thing he hadn't blurted it all out that last bit. It had been embarrassing enough to talk to Heathcliff about his virginity and almost complete lack of experience. The last thing that spoiled fitness guru needed to know was that Aidan was crushing on him, and had been doing so for a while now.

Heathcliff had been a little odd. In a charming, fascinating way, of course, but not at all what Aidan had expected. He had thought the guy would be arrogant, as usual, full of himself, maybe caring and understanding as he always was, but still entitled to look down on Aidan for being so inexperienced.

Aidan had expected a lot of teasing, and right now, he was relieved since he wasn't good at handling embarrassment that easily. Instead of that, he had received a lot of questions, and, except for a little playful banter, Heathcliff had been completely considerate and even ...

Aidan could not put it into words. If he were to think of it, he played a dangerous game. He was crushing on Heathcliff as things were. Little was needed for him to really fall for the guy. And right now, he could feel that if tomorrow, for some reason, all the people on the planet wanted to leave for Mars, except for him and Heathcliff, he would have found that situation ideal.

He was childish to think like this. He needed to keep his head clear. Heathcliff was not the type for romantic complications, and no one knew that better than Aidan. Heathcliff Stone didn't have boyfriends. He screwed guys, fucked their brains out, but that was all.

And Aidan was day-dreaming just because he had only had great sex with the man. No, not great. Amazing. Everything he could dream of for his first time.

"Are you tired, bunny boy?" Heathcliff whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

Heathcliff was washing his body in long, languorous strokes, and Aidan could barely keep his thoughts in check. It felt too good. Most probably, guys fell in love with Heathcliff after just one time with him. Maybe that was why Heathcliff didn't keep anyone close. Who needed complications? But it looked like he wanted to keep Aidan close.

Now that was puzzling. "Have you ever done something like this with anyone?" Aidan asked.

"What? Sex?" Heathcliff laughed into his ear, making goose bumps appear everywhere, on Aidan's skin, despite the hot water slushing over him.

"No. Keep him for, you know, more than a day."

"Of course. I do not always fuck once and forget," Heathcliff replied.

His strong arms were now wrapped around Aidan, and he was pulled back, flush against the other. There was, without a doubt, an erection rubbing against the small of his back. He wasn't the only one who had no idea how he would go to sleep like that.

"But for months?"

"You still don't trust me, bunny boy?"

"I do trust you," Aidan answered, feeling a bit confused. "It's just ... if you get bored ..."

"You worry too much. But I do have plenty of ideas on how to make you feel less worried. Every day, after work, come here. Spend time with me."

"Every day? I'm sure you have plenty --"

"Mouthing off to me? I told you. You're my pet."

"I really have no idea when I agreed to that," Aidan said, his voice dropping to a whisper, as Heathcliff began to lavish his ear with small licks and kisses.

"Pets don't have to agree. They're happy when they get a master."

"They are?"

"Yes. Trust me. I'm a certified pet owner."

"So you had others? Pets, I mean?"

"Aren't you full of questions? Here, a task for you," Heathcliff said, and pulled Aidan's hand to place it over his hard cock. "Let's see how good you are with handjobs."

"You know that already," Aidan said softly, but his fingers curled around Heathcliff's hard cock.

He sighed when Heathcliff did the same to him. The position was awkward, his arm pulled backward, but he didn't mind. If the man wanted to practice yoga while giving each other handjobs, he wouldn't mind.

Heathcliff turned him gently and, facing each other, it was easier. Also, they could kiss, and Aidan was the one with the initiative, angling his head and getting closer, while his fingers continued to get busy with Heathcliff's cock.

Heathcliff was busy doing the same to him, and no words were needed about what they wanted. Aidan could feel strong fingers wrapping around the back of his head as he was brought even closer so that they could deepen the kiss.

Maybe Heathcliff would not let him do the penetration ever, but Aidan could get a little of the upper hand in this. He moved one hand to grab Heathcliff by the nape in the same fashion and put his soul into the kiss. A small surprised grunt from the other let him know that his small aggressive act was not overlooked, or rejected.

Heathcliff was letting him attack his mouth, and Aidan grew bolder. It was perfect. He could assert his own way of dominance, even if it was little. Heathcliff didn't seem to mind and allowed him to lead the hostilities. From time to time, he was, however, returning the favor, and Aidan was only pretending to withdraw, to renew his forceful attack once more.

They were moaning into each other's mouths, as they both came, almost at the same time, the rhythm of their strokes too much to handle for too long.

Heathcliff's eyes were a tad darker when they finally began to let go reluctantly. It hit Aidan just that moment. Whatever he was scared of, falling for an un-fallable guy, must have been on Heathcliff's mind, too. There they were, a man with the sexual experience of a hundred, and a guy who had just lost his virginity. Of course, someone like Heathcliff Stone must be scared about having some novice fall for him, just because they had sex.

Amazing, mind-boggling, knee-melting sex, but just sex. Aidan needed to show that he understood the situation and could be mature enough not to be a cliche from some angsty teenage movie.

So he smiled and pressed his forehead against Heathcliff.

"You don't have to look so worried, you know? I'm perfectly capable of keeping things professional."

He waited for a couple of seconds, but there was no comeback. Only their still heavy breathing filled the steamy air. Great. He had done something stupid somehow. Maybe that wasn't it. Maybe --

"I know," the reply finally came.

Oh, okay, he thought. So Heathcliff knew and they were on the same page. He couldn't have asked for more.

TBC

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The latest book I offer all my patrons is a historical romance titled The Horse Thief.