Chapter Eight - (Not) So Honest
Neither of them was talking, seemingly too trapped into observing the other. Heathcliff knew he was supposed to be the initiator, with Aidan being so guarded and almost on the point of running out the door.
"When you say you lack experience," he said softly, as he raised his hands to cup Aidan's face, "how much lack of experience are we talking about?"
"You know," Aidan trembled slightly under the caress, "the usual. I mean, I've been in college. I did have some experiences. So to speak. I know... all of it. It's just... I haven't done enough... Just yet."
Aidan was the sweetest when he was babbling like that. The armor he wore, which he thought thick, yet was paper thin, quickly crumbled away as soon as he was touched. Heathcliff could feel the subtle way in which Aidan was leaning into the caress like he wanted that more than anything.
"Then it's the right time to correct that," Heathcliff said in a tone that was supposed to sound encouraging and playful, but only came across as impatient. "It's good to know you're not a virgin."
"I'm not a virgin," Aidan said quickly, and his eyes darted sideways.
"Your cocksucking technique needs a little improvement," Heathcliff said as his voice dropped low, and his head, too, only enough to get level with the young man and brush his lips softly against the parted ones, waiting for his move. "And I will be so happy to help you with that."
"Okay," Aidan barely whispered, and Heathcliff closed their mouths together, filling the room with their soft moans.
After more than a decade of screwing guys like it was a sport, Heathcliff was a bit surprised to sense his arousal growing so fast the moment he put his hands on Aidan. Right now, the young man was whimpering softly, and Heathcliff wasn't singing out of tune, either, with his small, demanding grunts, as he was devouring the pliant mouth.
Was it the fact that Aidan was inexperienced? Was it because of how his big brown eyes, speckled with green, were honest? Was it because Heathcliff was pretty much on self-imposed celibacy because of the corporate bunny and that stupid NDA policy?
It could be all that, and it would not have covered the whole truth. He sneaked his hands slower, caressing Aidan's neck in passing, and then he pushed down the suit jacket while the other began to help him by chucking it off and moving his arms, too, to touch back.
He wasn't going to rush this. He was going to take his time and relish in the delight of having Aidan. His fingers knew the drill as it was their second nature, as they unbuttoned the yuppie's perfect shirt, to reach inside and touch.
Of them two, Aidan seemed to be the impatient one. He pushed away slightly, only to pull the white tee underneath over his head. Heathcliff took one moment to look at him, half dressed, his flawless skin enthralling, the way the few strands of hair gone rogue were curling against a slightly damp forehead.
He moved one hand to push them out of the way.
"Sorry," Aidan mumbled. "I tend to sweat when I'm nervous."
"Hmm." Heathcliff got closer and kissed the guy again. "I don't mind it. Am I making you nervous?"
"Yeah." Aidan threw his head back while Heathcliff began kissing his neck. "I mean, I have no idea what's going to happen next." He covered his embarrassment with another small laugh.
Heathcliff began unbuckling the other's belt. "Don't worry. Let's play a small game. You say the words, I follow. Now let me finish undressing you because I want us to get in the shower."
Aidan snickered. "I thought you were in charge, the master and all."
Heathcliff felt a tiny bit distracted. Rightfully so, since his hands were now filling themselves with Aidan's gorgeous buttocks, free from the suit pants and underwear. Damn, he hoped Aidan wanted that, to take things further so that he could enjoy that ass.
"Can we just, you know, keep to blowjobs and stuff?" Aidan murmured.
Hiding his disappointment would be hard. But maybe his impatience was not completely lost on the bunny, and that was sort of scary. "Sure," Heathcliff replied, with half a grimace.
There was time for everything. Heathcliff knew, with a clarity he had no idea he had in him, that he was in this for the long game. For months, if everything worked well, he had to advertise those protein shakes Aidan's company was selling. And that meant that his collaboration with bunny boy was going to continue.
An idea was starting to take shape in his brain. But he wasn't going to lose any precious time by thinking strategies. For now, there were more pressing matters, such as taking Aidan for a ride that was going to score positive points in his favor. He was all for consolidating his current position until he would take the next step.
Also, he needed to honor his promise from the time they had been flirting over the dating app. Aidan had waited enough.
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There was nothing more he wished for than to have Heathcliff take charge and show him how it was done, but Aidan also feared that he would not handle that well. Somehow he would make a fool of himself. In a way, it was good that Heathcliff was handing him the lead, although that was certainly not how things looked like.
He liked the way Heathcliff held his hand in his. The man's touch was firm, without being overbearing. As they linked their fingers, Heathcliff pushed him slowly into the walk-in shower. Aidan could barely register how cool the shower was. He had used it before, that disappointing evening when Heathcliff had called him for a training session with absolutely no innuendo or follow up. Back then, he hadn't paid much attention to the amenities and had just washed quickly under the ceiling jets that ran water on the person underneath like a calming waterfall.
So Heathcliff was pretty much a water animal. That was something to write down. He wanted to know more about him, more than just the way he kissed. Aidan wanted Heathcliff Stone to teach him everything.
Well, he had lied a little earlier, he thought as he moaned softly and rested his head against the tiles, and Heathcliff continued to devour his neck like a vampire in dire need of a meal. He was half a virgin if that was a thing, but he had skimmed over the truth for fear of being rejected. Maybe Heathcliff Stone didn't do virgins. He would not put that theory to the test. That was him playing safe.
"You're so cute and sweet," Heathcliff murmured as he dropped to his knees.
Droplets of water were catching in his short hair. Apparently, the shower also had some lighting function, as the soft blue light was making everything intensely erotic. Heathcliff's amazing eyes appeared even more magnetic as they looked up at him.
"Everywhere," Heathcliff added and bit Aidan's belly playfully.
"It's not fair," Aidan complained, but moved slightly, to allow the guy to sneak his hands around. "I don't have a perfect six pack like you."
"Maybe I don't want that." Heathcliff began licking around the bellybutton.
He was usually ticklish, but right now, everything Heathcliff did was making his arousal grow. Skilled hands were planted firmly on his ass, and he could feel them moving, little by little, toward the crack.
Oh, damn, if Heathcliff told tell him to turn, spread, and take it, he wouldn't say 'no'. Which would be reckless, and impractical, and it wasn't the ideal way he imagined losing his V-card, but he would take that chance anyway. He had heard plenty about how anal sex wasn't that good under water. Something about lube losing its power and all that.
But Heathcliff seemed to have taken his demand to heart, and Aidan looked down and saw how his hard cock was grabbed firmly. He inhaled loudly as Heathcliff touched him with his lips, and then used his mouth to cover the head only to roll down slowly.
Unlike him, Heathcliff had no troubles chocking. Naturally so. Aidan was not by far as well-endowed as his partner. But he could not afford to be overly conscious right now, for no other reason than that his dick was following its own agenda, it was hard, and also enjoying tremendously how it was licked and sucked by Heathcliff Stone, the most handsome of all fitness gurus on social media.
