Chapter Six -- Hook, Line, And Sinker
Heathcliff could not believe his luck. He had trapped the bunny like the most skillful hunter in existence, and the awesome part was that he hadn't planned for it. No one could accuse him of foul play. Now he needed to calm down a little, no matter how exciting the prospect of having Aidan Spark over, after dark, was.
So, he gave his cock a playful smack and pulled his tracksuit pants back up. For a second, he considered grabbing a t-shirt, too, but eventually, he decided against. For a swift victory, which he aimed for, he needed to show the 'enemy' his guns.
Aidan hadn't protested against the direct order. That was making his heart fill with fondness for the young man. Still, Heathcliff could not forget how pissed he had been earlier that day, because of Aidan's rejection.
The bunny was cruising gay dating apps, looking for hard dicks. Heathcliff shook his head. Now there was no way in hell for Aidan to deny his sexuality. Also, he wasn't going to deny Heathcliff what he wanted. And that was enough to put a big smile on his face.
The familiar buzz letting him know he had a visitor made his smile grow even bigger. Instead of allowing him in, Heathcliff went for the door. As he opened it, he took in a much chastised Aidan Spark, standing there, hands linked together in front and a guilty expression on his beautiful face.
"Inside." He gestured shortly with his chin, decided to keep up with the appearances and play tough.
Although the bunny was pitiful like that, Heathcliff had to admit to himself that he liked it. And, never before in his life, had he considered himself a sadist. Making Aidan Spark squirm a little sounded fun.
"Sit," he ordered curtly, and Aidan sat gingerly on the sofa.
The young man had evidently come as fast as he could, and he was now wearing only a baggy t-shirt and jeans. He looked younger and more vulnerable like this, instead of in his usual suit. The way he was staring at his Converse shoes, his head hung low, made Heathcliff want to grab him, kiss him, and devour him on the spot.
But now it wasn't a good moment to be rash. Pretending to be upset, he remained standing and looked at Aidan from above. "So, Spark, you're not gay, huh?"
The bunny remained silent, probably expecting a lecture. Well, Heathcliff wasn't all against that idea, but he needed to bring Aidan where he wanted, without leaving emotional scars. Under his pretense to be the perfect yuppie, Aidan was quite delicate if his countenance right now was any indication.
"Or do you have something against me, in particular?" Heathcliff decided to play his next card.
Aidan looked up, with some difficulty. "It's not like that." He shifted in place.
Heathcliff opened his arms wide. "How is it like? I'm here to listen."
It was fun, indeed, to watch what was happening to Aidan. His eyes were gliding over Heathcliff's torso. Just as the first time they had met, Aidan appeared to be quite impressed with his host's physique.
"I thought," Aidan caught his hands together and pressed them like that against his knees, "that it would be easier if I lied."
"Hmm, I see. But why? Is there a reason why you don't want me?"
Aidan cocked his head to one side and stared at him like he could not believe his ears. Ah, so he wasn't so chastised, after all. Heathcliff rejoiced inside.
"We're working together," Aidan explained when he realized that the staring contest wasn't really working.
"And? Have you never mixed business with pleasure before?"
Aidan opened his mouth and then closed it. He seemed to ponder over what answer to give next. "It wouldn't be ... okay," he said with some hesitation.
"Why? It's not like I'm your patient and you're the doctor or something," Heathcliff scoffed, "although I wouldn't mind being treated by you."
"For what?" Aidan snorted.
Heathcliff grabbed his junk through his pants and squeezed. "A hard cock."
Aidan blushed and looked away.
"What's that?" Heathcliff drawled. "You can't be that easy to throw off balance. I thought you were the perfect professional."
"Are you going to tell on me?" Aidan questioned, looking stubbornly down.
"Ah. I see. You're not out at work."
"It's no one's business," Aidan mumbled.
"Correct," Heathcliff admitted. "Okay. Your secret is safe with me."
"Thank you. Can I go now?" Aidan begged with his pretty eyes, looking up, at his host.
Heathcliff blinked a few times, mimicking confusion. "So that you can go back on that dating app, searching for cocks?" he stared down the guy.
Aidan made himself little into the sofa. "I won't do that. I've had enough shocks for the day, thank you very much. I couldn't get it up now anyway," he said with a long sigh.
"Now that's a theory I'm willing to put to the test." Heathcliff moved slowly, walking over to where Aidan was seated.
Aidan's head snapped up again. "Ah, hmm, what?" He pulled his knees to his chest and pushed himself back into the couch.
"Well," Heathcliff plopped himself down next to the guy, "you got me pretty worked up, you know? And it's not fair. You know I can't get laid because of you. And it looks like everywhere I look, you're there, cockblocking me."
Aidan glared. "That's not true."
Heathcliff rested his chin on one palm and looked at the scared bunny. If he got closer, he was sure he was going to hear a heart beating like crazy. "Yes, it is." He grinned. "So, you need to make up for it. Again."
"A handjob?" Aidan asked, his eyes lit up by hope.
Heathcliff wanted to kiss Aidan until the guy couldn't breathe anymore that very moment. "Ah, but the stakes are higher now. You promised me something while we messaged back and forth."
Aidan pouted. "I had no idea I was talking to you."
It was too much to stand there, without touching the guy. Heathcliff raised one hand and cupped the young man's chin. Slowly, he brushed one thumb over the plump, inviting lips. Aidan exhaled, and his eyelids fluttered. "You have a beautiful mouth," Heathcliff heard himself speaking.
