Chapter Three -- Nice Shape
Did it count as a weakness of character the fact that he was fapping furiously in the shower to the umpteenth recount of what had happened earlier that day at the photo shoot? Aidan was pretty sure it did but just as true it was that he could not help it.
Heathcliff Stone could charm the panties off a nun with his flirting. Or maybe, just maybe, Aidan just needed to get laid. Once he had that virginity - partial virginity! - thing out of the way, he was going to act less like a hormone-driven teenager, and more like the professional he was.
Plus, he really needed to get a cooler head. He had so believed his semi could have been visible through his pants when Heathcliff had teased him about his ass. Talking about misunderstandings.
Speaking of which, Aidan thought as he sneaked one soapy hand behind to tease that unfortunately still virgin opening, he needed to find someone willing to help him get rid of his V-card. For now, the fresh memories of oiling Heathcliff Stone's amazing muscled arms, and almost touching the guy's ass had to do.
Aidan peeled back the skin from his cock, at the same time as two fingers began penetrating his ass. Ah, damn, why the hell couldn't he be a little bolder? By 22, as a gay guy who wasn't in any sort of denial or confusion, he should have had already a long list of fuck buddies. But no, he had to study and work all the frigging time, and that was leaving him little leeway to create that fuck buddy list. The brief encounters Aidan had marked down as the only experiences in his life, as far as sexual congress was concerned, didn't matter. If he were to think about them, he could not recall them in explicit details.
Unlike what had happened while touching his charge's amazing muscles. He needed to approach the matter of his virginity seriously. Later. Right now, he needed just to close his eyes, remember how Heathcliff friggin' Stone had praised his ass, and how firm the man's biceps had felt, and just stick both fingers deep inside his ass, to make himself spill all the pent-up energy he had stored in his balls.
Aidan was breathing heavily once done and almost wanted to laugh at himself. When had it been the last time he had jerked off? Maybe a week ago? The fact that he could not clearly remember was terrible in itself. At his age, he was supposed to be more sexually active. Much more sexually active.
And probably spend a lot less time on social media. Good thing he had stumbled on Heathcliff's videos, though. At least he was working out almost daily and made at least 10% healthy choices when it came to food. Otherwise, things would have probably been much worse.
Aidan stepped out of a shower, and he was about to begin drying himself with a towel when Heathcliff's remark about his ass rushed to his mind. Turning to one side, he started checking himself in the mirror. Well, his ass was pretty well shaped up. Funny, before, he had thought that it was a bummer he had that kind of ass. His type of ass was definitely not plumped like this. No matter how much he exercised, he didn't seem capable of losing more of that.
It was definitely nothing like Heathcliff's behind. Before Saturday, he had only been able to guess the beautiful shape of those gluteus maximus muscles through the material of the fashionable sportswear the guy liked to use when recording his videos.
But now, oh, damn, he thought with a sigh. Now he knew everything. He had seen it firsthand. Tabloids were never that risky in presenting Heathcliff's adventures. The most they had shown were snapshots of the guy from afar when in nothing but the buff. Or censored photos.
And, for a guy who certainly enjoyed his sexy adventures to the max, Heathcliff didn't care about posting racy pics or videos on his social media. He was all professional there, and he wasn't displaying himself as a desirable sex object, unlike other celebrities. Not that he wasn't a very much desirable sex object.
Aidan knew he really needed to get a hold of himself. One, he could not objectify Heathcliff Stone like that, especially now that he had met the guy in flesh and blood. Two, because that hadn't been the way he had been raised. He knew better. His mom and dad would have shaken their heads over his behavior. Not that he would have ever told his parents something like that. Only the thought was making him cringe.
Despite the lecture he was trying to give himself mentally, for some unfathomable reason, he had a massive crush on a celebrity. Well, a celebrity who wasn't looking down on people, that was for sure, but a celebrity, nonetheless.
Aidan shook his head. Maybe Heathcliff had just been teasing him. And his butt was, well, a bit too ... plump. Heathcliff Stone was now a business partner to his company, and Aidan could keep things at a professional level.
With that decision in mind, Aidan stepped into his living room. The phone rang, and he hurried to take the call. Anyone calling after 9 pm had probably a very good reason to do so. The caller ID gave him pause, but he swiped right in less than an instant.
"Hey, Spark." Heathcliff's energetic voice boomed into his ear.
With a small wince, Aidan moved his phone a bit away.
He decided to play along. "What's up, Stone?"
"A small evening workout routine is up," Heathcliff replied promptly.
"Seriously? At this hour?" Aidan checked the clock on the wall, just to be sure.
"Well, since you put a span in my works with your confidentiality agreements and whatnot, I have some energy left to waste. And I never let anything go to waste."
"But seriously, it's nine o'clock in the evening," Aidan protested, pointing out the obvious. "And don't you know it's the morning routine that burns all the fat?"
He was using one of Heathcliff's favorite phrases on purpose, to see if he could piss him off.
"Sure, sure." Heathcliff chuckled at the other end. "But I don't want you to lose that butt."
Aidan wondered for a second whether his blushing could somehow be felt through the phone.
"Seriously, stop teasing a guy over his weak points," he mumbled.
"Weak points?" Heathcliff seemed taken aback. "Bunny, the only weak point you have is your stiff personality."
Aidan had a mind of just cutting off the convo. The guy had some nerve.
"Bunny?" He pretended to be pissed off at the nickname.
It was kind of cute, though.
"What of me makes you think of a bunny?" he insisted.
"Well, you're always on the run," Heathcliff replied. "I should call you a busy bee, too, but that's not sexy."
"Oh, god," Aidan murmured. "How would you like me to give you a nickname? And frankly, bunny would be a much better nickname for you than for me."
"Really? Why?" Heathcliff played along.
"You know." Aidan felt a little worked up. "Because of how much you fu ..."
He caught himself in time. He was not supposed to insult his company's business associates.
"Are you trying to tell me I'm fucking like a bunny? Oh, I can assure you I'm not fast at all," Heathcliff drawled, making Aidan blush a little more. The guy wasn't even in the same room with him and could make his knees go weak. "Anyway, come by, and I'll show you why exercising in the evening has certain benefits."
Heathcliff didn't even wait for him to reply and cut off the conversation. Aidan had a mind just to pretend he hadn't been invited to exercise at nine o'clock in the evening, and just see about his usual routine.
But, somehow, he felt compelled to dance to the guy's tune. No, that wasn't right. He felt drawn like a moth to a flame. He just hoped he wasn't going to get burned too much.
***
Heathcliff was probably known to tabloids and whatnot as a guy who acted on impulse, but that was far from it. Even the craziest of his adventures were well thought over, and, if he ended making the headlights, that was because he didn't care. Actually, once he had seen what tabloids meant for his popularity as a fitness trainer, he had philosophically decided that any publicity was good publicity, after all.
