Spark and Stone

Spark and Stone Chapter 25

Spark & Stone – Ch. 25

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 Twenty-Five - High Five!

His agent wiped his forehead with a pristine white handkerchief and, with studied gestures, folded it and put it back into his pocket as if he was trying to buy more time. Heathcliff tapped the desk with his fingers, knowing well that the small rhythmic sound was getting on Harry's nerves.

"Why now, Heathcliff?" Harry asked him in a sugary voice like he felt the need to appease his client.

Heathcliff shrugged. "I believe I proved myself and my influence well enough. It's time for me to receive some praises for all my hard work directly, and for them to offer the said praises on a silver platter, accompanied, preferably, by some Evian served in crystal flutes. You know I don't often indulge in alcoholic beverages, except when I'm enjoying the company. In this case, I know I won't."

"But the contract is so --"

"Harry," Heathcliff put one hand up, "let me ask you directly. Is the head honcho at The Healthy Shakers secretly a homophobe?"

Harry stood there, his jaw slack, for a while, and then pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket again. "No! I mean, not that I know of."

Heathcliff sighed. "Then does he have something against me, in particular? Why doesn't he want to meet me?"

"Maybe he is just busy," Harry offered half-heartedly.

"Nobody is that busy."

Harry shifted from one foot to another. It appeared that he could not stay still, no matter how much Heathcliff had insisted. It felt like Harry was paying a visit to Heathcliff's office and not the other way around.

"I asked Aidan to tell him directly. He returned empty-handed. What am I supposed to make of that?" Heathcliff insisted.

He had hated to see Aidan so dejected over not being able to secure a meeting with his boss. It wasn't Aidan's fault. That had been just another thing that proved to him who he was dealing with. The boss at The Healthy Shakers would get a bit of shaking if he still wanted Heathcliff's collaboration. Of course, he needed to do that and suggest the blackmail in the subtlest way possible, to avoid hurting Aidan in the process.

The young man had stubbornly refused his offer to help him find employment somewhere else, so that was one fragile egg Heathcliff needed to juggle while putting some assholes in their rightful place.

"That, um ... Heathcliff, look," Harry begged both with his eyes and his voice, "you know how they insisted on a family-friendly image and all that --"

"Which I promptly delivered," Heathcliff interrupted his agent. "Or do they need to see me doing the horizontal cha-cha with the one I choose to spend my free time with, just to be convinced?"

Harry shot him another nervous look. "I thought it was a sham."

Heathcliff had entrusted Harry with half the truth, as his agent was practically like a lawyer and confidante to him.

He hurried to appease Harry's suspicions. There was no point in leading the man toward the real matter that he needed to keep hidden. "Of course. But they don't know that, and I trust you not the let them know the truth."

The fact that Aidan had talked about the so-called sham with his boss was not a piece of information Harry needed to know. Appearances were paramount for his scheme to work.

"You can count on me, Heathcliff," Harry said. "I just think that we should treat them a bit with velvet gloves. They may not be the most accommodating business partners, but they are good clients for our current situation."

"Harry," Heathcliff stood up and placed one hand on his agent's shoulder, "you're a good man, but you tend to worry too much. I won't allow them to walk all over me just because I'm happy and gay, and they're sour and miserable. Fix up a meeting. I know you can, or I would not have depended on you for so long."

Harry nodded, and his face lit up. "I will arrange it. Do you know what are we going to talk about? If you need my help --"

"Trust me. I have everything figured out. You just need to be there as moral support. And stop worrying so much. At the end of that meeting, you'll be proud of me."

"I'm proud of you anyway," Harry said. "You're one of my very few clients who actually offer a return on investment."

"This new economic landscape has its ups and downs," Heathcliff admitted. "Just make things happen, and I will be forever grateful. I'll send you a few details over e-mail."

Heathcliff bid his goodbyes to Harry and went out the door. He needed very little to be convincing during the meeting that his agent would hopefully obtain.

***

"I am glad to finally meet you," Heathcliff said affably, although he didn't allow the plastic smile plastered all over his face to reach his eyes.

"As I am," Aidan's boss offered him a strong hand and shook his more than it was necessary.

The head honcho at The Healthy Shakers behaved like he needed to prove something. For a second, Heathcliff squeezed the man's hand hard, enjoying seeing him wince a little.

Along with the boss, two other characters were present, but Heathcliff paid them no mind. It wasn't like him to behave like that toward strangers, but these were no ordinary people. They were there to support their boss, and they were eyeing Heathcliff with unease as if he wanted to stab their unescapable leader under their very eyes. Or, who knows, do something else that wasn't comme il faut.

Harry was sitting behind him, pretending to be busy with his laptop, and he wasn't part of the conversation, either.

Heathcliff pulled the folder he had brought along and opened it in front of the other. The man looked at him through his thick-rimmed glasses as if he wanted to understand, without words, what was going on. Heathcliff had no intention to help him out.

Eventually, after a short staring contest, the man decided to look at the folder.

"What am I looking at, Mr. Stone?"

"Numbers," Heathcliff said laconically. "Please, look closer."

He placed his hands flat on the lacquered table. They were doing this on neutral ground, so the place of their meeting was rented by the hour. Sort of like for a sleazy affair, but he could not care less about how the others in the room felt. Some things needed to be set right.

"Social media numbers," Aidan's boss said slowly as if he could not comprehend why Heathcliff showed him that.

"Yes," Heathcliff said smoothly. "Now, please tell me, who has the biggest follower base?"

The two sycophants leaned toward their boss, crowding his space, to stare at the papers.

"There is no need for a demonstration," Aidan's boss waved. "We know very well where you stand, Mr. Stone."

"Do you?" Heathcliff asked directly.

"We wouldn't have worked with you otherwise. You were our first and only choice."

"Funny. That's not what I heard," Heathcliff said in an icy tone.

"People love to gossip. I assure you that what I say it's true."

"I have no reason to distrust you. Still, how come we've never met?" Heathcliff asked casually and leaned back into his chair.

"I believe our representative --"

"A low entry employee," Heathcliff interrupted the other right away.

"Has our employee inconvenienced you in any way?"

Heathcliff smiled, showing a bit of teeth. "Not at all. Quite the contrary. But his exemplary behavior had me thinking. If that's how smart and prepared such an employee is, how the rest of The Healthy Shakers truly is? Especially the boss."

The man across the table stared at him and remained silent. Most probably, he was wondering what this was all about.

"You see, Aidan tells me that the numbers are looking up for the company. I do bring in significant sales."

"That is correct," the other admitted.

"So why won't you accept to meet me and present me with well-deserved thanks for all my hard work?"

By how the two acolytes on the other side of the table were busy picking up their jaws off the floor, Heathcliff knew he had just struck a nerve.

"I thought Spark had offered plenty of thanks on behalf of our company."

Hmm, Heathcliff pondered. The big kahuna at The Healthy Shakers believed himself smart, and also lucky enough to get away with that. He was wrong on both accounts. Heathcliff had been true to Harry in one respect. He would not allow anyone to walk all over him.

"Are you trying to say that he became my lover for the sake of his employer?"

Now a collective gasp was the answer. How much the others knew about the so-called arrangement, Heathcliff didn't know, but one thing was sure – no one wanted to hear about that.

"By no means," the other dodged a direct answer. "That was completely his choice."

"I see. By your attitude toward me, I would have thought that had been arranged by your marketing department, too."

"What is it that you want, Mr. Stone?"

Aidan's boss was irritated, and irritation was a good thing.

"Nothing else but proper respect," he answered right away.

"How are we supposed to give you that? We might have different views on what respect means."

"Of course. I would not dream of avoiding to put all my cards on the table. I believe a small adjustment to the contract should be in order. Harry," Heathcliff called for his agent to spring into action.

He allowed Harry to explain the others what the new contract would entail. Heathcliff could tell Aidan's boss was far from being pleased, but he wasn't asking for too much. They might have thought him some brain dead celebrity, but he always did his homework, and he knew what he was worth, given the sales coming in, thanks to his endorsement.

"We are not in the habit of renegotiating, but we might allow a slight adjustment. Not as much as you ask, of course."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be a negotiation," Heathcliff said, smiling thinly. "All right, what do you have in mind?" He listened calmly to what the other proposed. "I would agree, but on one condition. Part of being treated with the respect I deserve should include having to deal with a representative that is not from the lowest tier in your office."

"Are you no longer happy with Spark?" the other asked.

"I did not say that. I think you know what I'm asking. If not, think about it for a little while. It will come to you. Hint: I prefer my collaboration with Aidan Spark to continue."

Aidan's boss stared at him in disbelief. He probably now thought that Aidan had somehow manipulated Heathcliff into this, and wondered how that shy employee could have done that. Heathcliff had an inkling that Aidan was not as assertive as he wanted when at work, hence his being overlooked for any promotion seemed a likely outcome at the next evaluation, regardless of his outstanding results.

Eventually, the other man nodded slowly.

"Great." Heathcliff pushed back his chair and stood up. "I can assure you that the numbers will continue to look up."

Harry hurried after him, and he left the room, leaving the others to figure out what the hell had just happened.

"Heathcliff, you're a genius!" his agent shouted as soon as they were out of earshot. "But why did you insist on that last bit?"

Harry couldn't be that dense. He was just fishing for info.

Heathcliff patted his agent's shoulder. "Aidan put in a lot of effort for me to succeed. I thought about returning the favor. That's all."

Harry nodded, but he seemed only half-convinced. "Didn't they find it odd for Aidan Spark to continue to work for them while being in a relationship, as fake as it may be, with you?"

"Apparently, it satisfied their need to see me settled down, completely within the boundaries of a family-friendly image."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Heathcliff, you say you trust me. So you can tell me you're really seeing Aidan Spark, and it's not a sham."

Heathcliff laughed as they stepped out of the elevator. "You're sharp, Harry, I have to give it to you. Then the last bit I asked should have been no surprise to you."

"It makes perfect sense now. I had my doubts. Well, I'm relieved that this was all."

"Why? Were you afraid I would go on a rant about their homophobic asses?"

Harry laughed. "Sort of."

"Well, I have no intention to kill the cash cow. And sooner or later, if that's how they really are at that company, it will all come to light."

"What can I say, Heathcliff? If I had known they were like that, I would have never come to you with their deal."

"You would have come," Heathcliff replied. "No worries, Harry. I know you like money. But I like it, too, so who am I to judge? In this world, you need to gain power, and power means hard cold cash. Once you have that, you can have even these deep in the closet homophobes start to wave the rainbow flag. And who knows? They might just like it."

"I'm glad to see you so optimistic about it all," Harry said. "But that's who you are and why I like you as my client. You know how to make the best of any situation."

"Well, the feeling's mutual. Call me if they don't send the paperwork."

"Oh, I'm sure they will. Like me, they might have been afraid of you ranting about their homophobic asses."

"Damn, I lost a good opportunity to scare them good," Heathcliff said with a grin. "But I believe my performance was even better."

"That it was," Harry replied and shook his head with mirth. "Thanks for being such a productive client, Heathcliff. God knows I need that check."

"Of course. There's nothing wrong with that. Just don't spend it all in the same donut place. Try the salad. You'll love it. I guarantee." Harry's expression was so comical Heathcliff could not keep from laughing. "Just start with one green leaf. For my sake, okay?"

"Sure thing, Heathcliff," Harry said and sucked in his generous belly, as he walked away.

Heathcliff felt pretty damned good about himself. Aidan would get that promotion, finally, and he would earn a little more, too. If he were to think about it hard, he was going a bit against his own interest here, as he would have better had Aidan free of his current employment situation.

Still, Aidan had earned his promotion, and Heathcliff wanted to see him happy. If the head honcho at The Healthy Shakers needed a small nudge to do the right thing, he had no problem with ensuring that.

***

Aidan was a bit tense as he watched his colleagues going in and out of the big boss's office. Some entered with gloomy looks on their faces and came back a bit relieved. Others left the boss's office with their heads hunched into their shoulders. And very few seemed happy with the outcome once their ordeal was over.

Of course, the big kahuna had to make it a sort of ritual. Aidan felt like he was waiting in line to get executed. The only solace in this was that Heathcliff would wait for him at home, as usual, and Aidan counted on that more than anything.

If he were to remain stuck in the same position, he would rely on Heathcliff for the moment. No matter how gentle a lover Heathcliff was, Aidan felt uncomfortable with the idea. It wasn't an actual relationship if he was always the one who relied on the other, with no chance to give back something of equal value.

When he tried once to express his concerns over the inequality in their relationship and the lack of value of his contribution, Heathcliff had laughed it off and told him that his ass was a big enough asset. That guy could be such a joker sometimes, and Aidan wanted to prove himself even more.

If he managed to finally land that promotion he so wanted, he would feel a bit more entitled to be on equal footing with Heathcliff. He would not be some stray that Heathcliff had decided to take into his care because the only thing he knew how to cook was ramen. Aidan needed to prove that he was more than just a helpless partner.

When the boss's personal assistant finally called his name, he had his stomach all up in knots.

"Spark!" his boss boomed the moment he set foot inside.

"Yes, sir!" he shouted back.

The man seemed pleased with his reaction. "I'll make this short and sweet."

Aidan kept himself from asking for whom.

"You're keeping your job."

His heart sank.

"But also, you're promoted!" His boss seemed to force his enthusiasm for some reason.

In other words, the man didn't seem as happy as he wanted to project about handing Aidan the promotion he knew very well that it was much deserved.

"Thank you, sir," Aidan said. "What's my new position, if I may ask?"

"Junior advertising copywriter," his boss declared in a loud, annoying voice. "All clear? Written down? Great! Dismissed!"

Aidan wanted to ask more, like what his new position entailed, and what the benefits were, but his boss didn't look like he wanted to elaborate, so he chose to leave while murmuring his thanks.

The personal assistant was waiting for him with his new job description. As he listened to her, any unpleasant sensations in regards to his boss's behavior dissipated. He now had something to show for himself, and Heathcliff would have to take him more seriously.

***

"Hey," Heathcliff hurried to embrace him as soon as he was inside. "How was your day?"

"Pretty great," Aidan replied and kissed Heathcliff loudly on the lips. "Are you ready to hear this?"

"Hear what?" Heathcliff's eyes shone as they were looking at each other.

"You're practically staring at the new junior advertising copywriter at The Healthy Shakers!"

"Really? That's great news, Aidan!" Heathcliff hooked him up into his arms and kissed him again. "Now that's a good cause for celebration!"

"It sure is," Aidan wrapped his legs around his lover. "Now I can really buy bread in this house. And toothpaste."

"Sure, why not?" Heathcliff laughed. "But isn't something else you wanted to secure once you had your promotion?"

Aidan could feel his heart skipping a beat. In all the euphoria of getting the thing he had wanted for so long, he had totally forgotten about the promise he had made to Heathcliff. "Do you mean, um, me fucking you?"

Heathcliff's eyebrows shot up in amusement, a large smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Don't tell me you forgot about your promise."

"I didn't! I mean, I got a little carried away, and I only thought how I'm going to come home and give you the big news. Damn, oh, fuck, are you really game, Heath? Tonight, I might just die of happiness. Of course, we don't have to do it tonight."

"What? You don't want to?" Heathcliff questioned him.

"Of course I do," Aidan said right away. "I might come fast. Oh, damn, are we really --"

Heathcliff made their foreheads touch in a tender gesture. "Just enjoy yourself, Aidan. It's all I want from you tonight."

"Ah, don't make it like your pleasure doesn't count. I would not have it. Although I might suck at it at first since I'm totally new and probably your ass is so tight. I bet it's tight. Oh, fuck."

"Aidan, you're babbling." Heathcliff stopped his avalanche of words. "Leave everything to me and relax. There's no point in being nervous. You can't do anything wrong. Not in my book."

"Wow, big words, Stone," Aidan whispered, trembling a little and trying to hide it.

He loved how Heath smelled. It was masculine, without being overpowering, and he didn't abuse cologne and other products, although he did enjoy his showers more than anyone else Aidan knew. Other than expensive body wash and his own smell, there was nothing else Aidan could sense. He wanted to lick his lover head to toes if allowed. Usually, Heathcliff beat him to it, and that made it almost impossible for him to enjoy the other to his heart's content. But things would change tonight. Aidan felt empowered and wanted to show his true desires in his relationship with Heathcliff, as well.

Yes, he would be in charge for once. The thought alone was enough to make him a bit lightheaded, like after a few stiff drinks. Maybe he was intoxicated and high on what he felt for Heathcliff, how much he wanted him, and what it truly meant to be in his arms.

"What's your plan?" Heathcliff asked as he walked up the stairs while holding Aidan.

Good thing Heathcliff could lift. Aidan was sure he wasn't some lightweight, but Heathcliff could carry him around without losing his breath. He had protested against that, at first, but his lover was way too stubborn to allow him to have his way on that account.

"I'm not sure ... No, I am. I want us naked, in bed, in the next three minutes," Aidan said with conviction. "Then, I will fuck you."

Saying it made it a bit more real than one second earlier.

"I'm glad to see you so determined." Heathcliff chuckled. "Any position you might like?"

Position. Aidan gulped and was thankful when Heathcliff finally put him down. Feeling the solid floor under his feet made him a bit more in control. "I don't know," he shrugged, "maybe on all fours?"

He had seen Heathcliff's muscular ass on so many occasions. He had stared at it, fantasized about it, touched it, but he could not recall ever seeing it in a bend over position that would certainly make it impossible to resist.

The mental image was enough to make him hard. Aidan could feel his cock pressing to get free from the confine of his pants. "Maybe I should go take a quick shower first." That was a way to get rid of some of his nervousness first.

"You don't really need to. I like you a bit rough like this," Heathcliff said and caressed his cheek. "This five o'clock shade becomes you, too. Look at you. You're a man now."

Aidan looked at Heathcliff to see if he was joking, but there was no sign of that. Instead, Heathcliff seemed pensive. Well, Aidan would be gentle or try to. No matter how nonchalant Heathcliff was usually, the fact that he would allow Aidan to penetrate him when, in many years, no one had done that, had to come with a certain sense of wariness.

He was not allowed to succumb to his train of thought, as Heathcliff began to kiss him while slowly pushing down his suit jacket. Aidan could feel Heathcliff's fingers, a bit impatient, but firm, unbuttoning his shirt with precise moves.

As pleasant as being undress like that felt, tonight, he was supposed to be the one in control. Aidan wrapped one hand around Heathcliff's nape and deepened the kiss, showing his intentions in the way he was penetrating the other's mouth with his tongue, delving more and more inside. He made himself busy with Heathcliff's t-shirt and allowed his lover to breathe only for the time needed to pull it over his head.

Aidan placed his hands on Heathcliff's sculpted chest, enjoying the shape, the firmness, but, more than anything else the perkiness of the nipples that seemed to beg to be touched, squeezed and pulled. By how their owner was moaning softly into his mouth, Aidan knew he was doing the right thing.

Heathcliff's body was no longer a mystery to him. Sometimes, in the morning, as he lay in bed while Heathcliff, the earlier riser of them two, took a shower, or was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, Aidan thought about that and wanted to pinch himself to check if he was really awake. And he was. And the view from the window was that of Heathcliff's backyard where sometimes the fitness guru did his Tai Chi. And the entire room smelled of them both, of sex, most often, and also, of something else that Aidan could not quite put the finger on, but was so familiar, so intense, yet soothing in a way. If he were to think of it, the room and the entire house smelled like home.

Aidan guided Heathcliff toward the bed, taking his role as a leader of tonight's operation as serious as he could. It was rewarding to have that man, as incorrigible and stubborn as he was, listen to him like that, even without words.

They were busy pushing their pants down, knocking their knees by mistake, laughing into each other's mouths, and enjoying the pleasant friction between their bodies that were getting gradually more and more naked.

Heathcliff squeezed Aidan between his legs, making their hard cocks touch.

"Are you really ready for this, Heath?" Aidan asked. "I want you so badly right now that I'm afraid I'll do something stupid."

"Don't worry about a thing." Heathcliff caressed his shoulders briefly and then caught his face into his hands. "I am more than ready for this."

Aidan had a mind to ask what Heathcliff meant by that. But he thought he knew. "It was a good thing I warned you weeks in advance about my intentions."

He laughed as he said that, and Heathcliff smiled at him.

"If you want me on all fours, I need you to let me do that," Heathcliff whispered and bit Aidan's lower lip softly.

"You might think of letting me go, then," Aidan replied, but he was the one to push his crotch into Heathcliff's, enjoying how their cocks rubbed together.

The pressure took the edge off his arousal a little. Eventually, he allowed Heathcliff to roll over and put himself on all fours. Aidan stood up to admire the view. That was, right there, the kind of stuff his dreams were made of. Heathcliff's glorious backside was amazing. Aidan had heard his lover so many times praising his ass, but he was crazy about Heathcliff's behind even more than he could put into words.

He climbed the bed behind Heathcliff and caressed the back of taut thighs, reveling in their firmness. His hands traveled higher and cupped the butt cheeks, perfect, and the result of the intense training that Aidan was well aware of. Curious to see more, he pulled them apart. Heathcliff's hole was a tad darker than the rest of his skin and looked absolutely delicious. Without giving it a second thought, Aidan leaned in and gave it a tentative lick. Heathcliff shuddered, rewarding his decision to start with that particular appetizer right away.

Aidan wanted to do that for a while, maybe to go lower and lick Heathcliff's balls, too, fill his mouth with them, one at a time since they were so big, but he was interrupted by an impatient voice. "Aidan, get to work already."

"Do you really mean it? And I thought I should take you slowly."

Heathcliff stared at him over one shoulder. "Bunny boy, you tend to underestimate me. I'm no shy virgin. Just a little unpracticed, but I assume that will change now, right?"

The blue eyes were twinkling with amusement, and Aidan smacked one firm buttock to show that he meant business. The playful glint in Heathcliff's eyes didn't change.

He hopped off the bed to go for the lube. Why the hell were his hands trembling like that? He had things under control, right?

Without giving that a second thought, he returned to the gorgeous sight on the bed. Heathcliff was slowly moving his hips, giving him come-hither looks.

With a short exhale, Aidan got to work. Heathcliff's ass was quite pliant around his fingers, and for a while, he watched fascinated as it stretched, with the small occasional squelching sound. "I thought you would be tighter," he expressed his wonder. "Not that you're loose," he hurried to add.

"I might have anticipated this more than you," Heathcliff explained.

"Do you mean you did certain stretching exercises?" Aidan laughed. Maybe if he pulled his mind off the task at hand a little, some of his nervousness would disappear.

Heathcliff played along. "Definitely. A very good routine, actually."

"Heath, do you have secret fantasies about bottoming?"

A short chuckle was the answer. "Even some straight dudes have fantasies about that sometimes. I hope I'm forgiven if I do, too."

"So how come you've almost never acted on them? I'm sure there could have been no shortage of men willing to give you a piece of their mind and something more consistent along with that."

"Funny thing, I have started having them lately."

Aidan swallowed hard. Was Heathcliff trying to say that ... Oh, damn. He was in this deep. Good thing he had already lost his head over this man, or he would have done that right that very moment. Such a simple confession coming from Heathcliff was enough to make his cock ache with want.

"Then let me fulfill them for you." He tried to sound casual as he put himself behind Heathcliff.

Oh, fuck, he thought, and groaned loudly, as his cock was immediately engulfed in tight heat. Maybe Heathcliff could have insisted with those stretching exercises more. By how his dick was squeezed right now, he needed to take back all he had said earlier.

Under him, Heathcliff was slowly inhaling and exhaling.

"Does it hurt?" Aidan asked, feeling concerned.

"You should know," Heathcliff replied with mirth. "I can't understand how you're not fussier over how much I fuck you. You're barely in, and I want to cuss at you."

"I should work on it a bit harder," Aidan said with regret and tried to pull out.

Heathcliff was quick to reach him with one hand and pull him back. "Bunny boy, there's no running from this. If you want it, you need to go all the way."

"Even if it hurts?" Aidan asked, and grunted softly, as he pushed inside just a little more.

"Yeah, even," Heathcliff admitted. "Don't hesitate. I might call you chicken for the rest of your life. That would be a clear demotion from bunny boy, don't you think?"

Aidan thought so, too. But he didn't say it. Instead, he took hold of Heathcliff's sexy ass and pushed himself all the way inside. He wanted Heathcliff to feel good, but he was losing that battle. The squeeze was more bearable on his dick now, and he could feel it throbbing inside.

With some hesitation, he began to move. He could tell his rhythm sucked, it was all over the place, really, and he was definitely a bad top, but it was almost impossible to stop now. Heathcliff was keeping one arm back, to hold Aidan's hip with the hand to make sure he didn't bolt, and that was assuring, in a way. If he wanted, Heathcliff could tell him to stop at any moment.

Aidan found some resemblance of a pace and succumbed to it. He was breathing hard, and sweating even more, as he moved in a sort of dizzy frenzy. Heathcliff was giving him all the assistance he could, pulling him toward him with each thrust and bucking his ass back, to meet him midway.

"Fuck, damn, no," Aidan grunted in frustration, but it felt too good to last.

Within seconds, he was exploding inside Heathcliff, like a fountain barely dug off the ground. Aidan let himself fall on top of his lover, thankful Heathcliff could hold his weight like that.

"Oh, it was so good," he drawled the words. It took him long seconds to catch his breath. Then it hit him. "You didn't come, did you?" he asked, feeling guilty.

"Don't worry," Heathcliff reached out and caressed him, "this was all about you, anyway."

"Oh, fuck, I'm such a fucking loser," Aidan bemoaned his lack of skill as a bed partner.

"You're not," Heathcliff contradicted him. "For your first time, let's say that it was honorable."

Aidan removed himself from Heathcliff's body and fell on the bed covering his eyes. "Let's just keep it to you being on top. I thought I would last more than five minutes."

"Hey, you enjoyed it, right?" Heathcliff pulled his hands away from his face. "Plus, you surely remember that, on several occasions, I came inside you as fast as you right now."

"You're just trying to protect my bruised ego," Aidan said, pursing his lips. "You lasted at least twice as long, and those were like quickies, anyway."

"Hmm, what should I do to convince you?" Heathcliff seemed to talk to himself. "I know."

With that, Heathcliff came on top of him and locked their lips together. Aidan felt relieved. Heathcliff would fuck him now, and the balance would be restored.

His first attempt at being in charge had proved pretty lame. Not that he wasn't satisfied. Actually, his entire body was so relaxed now, and he felt like a newborn, after the fantastic climax from earlier. Shooting inside Heathcliff's tight ass was everything. He needed to work more on his stamina for the next time he would try to top. How he would do that, was, at the moment, an unknown factor, but Aidan knew he needed to prove to Heathcliff he could be more than someone who lasted a few minutes on top.

Right now, he could relax into Heathcliff's skillful touch and kisses. Although he would have thought it impossible to get it up again, his cock was twitching and trying to rise to the occasion once more. He grunted softly as Heathcliff snuck one hand between them to circle his erection with steady fingers, bringing him fast to full hardness.

Aidan closed his eyes, prepared to enjoy Heathcliff's fingers going lower, preparing his ass for the intrusion. His eyes snapped open when he felt something else. On top of him, Heathcliff had already straddled him and now was pushing his ass slowly down on Aidan's hard cock.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Heath, are you sure?"

"Allow me to educate you," Heathcliff replied with amusement clear in his voice. "You could not get any better lessons from an experienced top anywhere else."

"I guess," Aidan grunted, as his cock was caught by Heathcliff's tight and amazing channel of muscles.

This was even better. It did feel like Heathcliff was in charge, which he was, but being the one doing the penetration still mattered to Aidan. Damn, he thought, his toes curling, and his eyes rolling in his head, as Heathcliff began to move at a steady pace.

He reached for his lover, touching the taut muscles and searching in earnest for his prize. Aidan took Heathcliff's half hard cock and began stroking it firmly, without rushing it. The fact that he was focused on this new task took a little the edge of how intense it felt to have his cock squeezed by that tight heat.

Heathcliff's cock he knew and quite well. Finally, the situation was more balanced, and he could play as he wanted with the other's manhood. From time to time, he brushed his thumb over the swollen head, making Heathcliff encourage his little dares with small grunts and moans.

Aidan felt ambition taking over. As much as Heathcliff was good at milking his cock, he would last longer, or at least enough to have his lover shoot all over him. Heathcliff's sultry eyes were watching him from above, with something akin to surprise in their blue depths. "Is it good, Heath?" he asked breathlessly. "Like this?" he added as he made his moves ampler, going from head to root and back again while applying enough pressure to feel Heathcliff's cock twitching and hardening more.

"Yes, yes, yes," Heathcliff chanted, while he increased his rhythm, and began arching his back beautifully, only for Aidan's eyes to see.

"Fuck, you're amazing, Heath," Aidan whispered. "Please come, or I won't be able to --"

He didn't have to finish. Heathcliff's ass clamped down hard on his cock, and white ropes began erupting from the hard meat in his hand, painting his chest. Some hot droplets landed on his lips, and Aidan stuck his tongue out to lick them. The tangy taste of his lover on his tongue was the only bit needed for the friction and the squeeze on his cock to finally reach fruition.

He cursed and praised and gave away everything as he came. "I love you, Heathcliff Stone!"

Oh. Fuck. Aidan would have thought, but he couldn't care. Not as he was falling down from the heights Heathcliff had brought him to. He would have to, but not as his mind was still blank from too much pleasure.

"Wow, that was quite the confession," Heathcliff said, and he appeared to be taken aback.

Aidan opened his eyes. No, no, no, this was wrong. It was not the moment for that. Quick, he needed to find something. So he laughed, while the last eddies of his orgasm were still making his body shiver. "Yeah, I mean, it's like ... wow, even as a bottom, you're a top. That felt amazing. High five!"

The look in Heathcliff's eyes was one of shock combined with something else. Shit. The guy was pissed. He should not have said that he loved him. It was clearly not a good idea. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"High five?" Heathcliff asked as he pulled himself away.

"Yeah, it was not a confession-confession," Aidan said quickly. "It was more like `I love you, bro', you know. When you're with your best buddy and do something cool together."

Heathcliff's face was all a frown now. Aidan knew he needed to diffuse the situation, but how? He had just made things complicated when they were fine just the way they were. Plus, if Heathcliff had felt the same, he would have just said `I love you' back, and he hadn't. He had been clearly surprised.

"Hmm, I had no idea we were like this," Heathcliff said, and his voice could freeze Sahara.

"We're not! I mean, we're ... Okay, please don't think anything by it. It just slipped."

Heathcliff was with his back to him and was pushing one hand through his hair. By the looks of things, he seemed exasperated.

"Um, Heath? Are you mad? I swear, I didn't mean it like that." Aidan searched frantically for a way to limit to damage.

The ecstasy from earlier had died down completely. Aidan felt a bit cold.

"I'm not mad," Heathcliff replied. "But do you recall how you told me not to tease you? Forgive me if I ask you to do the same."

"Okay," Aidan said quietly. "You're right."

"Good. I'm glad we understand each other."

Aidan remained in the bed, all the energy drained from his body, and watched helplessly as Heathcliff walked away to take a shower. He needed to do that, too, but he could not bring himself to join Heathcliff. Somehow, he had managed to pull them apart while they were closer than ever.

He knew he needed to wait. Damn, what a mess.

TBC

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