Chapter Ten - I Want! I Don't Want!
The sound of the alarm was unfamiliar, and, for seconds, Aidan had no idea where he was or whether he was still sleeping and dreaming. Shaking his head and groaning, he eventually pushed himself up.
Or, better said, he tried. There was a heavy arm thrown over him, and Aidan was pretty much mortified when it struck him. He had slept in the same bed with Heathcliff Stone. The guy had cooked for him, and later, Aidan had given him a blowjob, and then the guy had come all over his ass ... And Aidan had made a fool of himself by blowing over the sheets, only because he had been way too aroused to control himself.
It had been quite the experience, Aidan thought, determined to be at least a bit philosophical about the whole thing. He still needed to keep things in check. Keep himself in check. Well, he wasn't sure he could.
He wasn't supposed to sleep with people in contractual relationships with the company he was working for. Without knowing for sure whether that was a rule set in stone in corporate law and whatnot, he felt it was wrong.
The arm squeezed him, and he sighed. Why did it have to feel so good to be with Heathcliff? At first, they hadn't even liked each other much. They had been almost neutral. No, that wasn't right. Aidan had liked Heathcliff even before meeting him. It was just vital that he could keep being professional.
Maybe he could wait for the guy to become bored. Yeah, that was a brilliant idea. But, right now, he needed to hurry back to his place, get into a suit, and go to work. After a night in Heathcliff's arms, he was ready to take on the world.
The only problem was that he needed to get out of bed. With infinite care, he took Heathcliff's arm and tried to remove it. Not a fat chance, he thought, as the arm just wrapped around him, pulling him close to the guy's warm body. Damn, being there was so good Aidan almost felt like crying. And like he just wanted to cuddle and forget about work.
Unfortunately, that was not an option. The only option was to get out of the bed and head to his place for a change of clothes and his almost lost motivation to go to work. So he needed to disentangle himself from Heathcliff's arms and do the right thing.
"Hey," he said softly. "I really need to go."
There was no response. Aidan tried to pry himself free, but Heathcliff's body seemed to be as stubborn as its owner, always finding a way to catch him and pull him tightly. Soon enough, Aidan began to squirm. This was getting ridiculous.
"Stone, you're not really sleeping," he said sternly.
A small chuckle was the answer this time.
"Where's the fire, bunny boy?" Heathcliff nuzzled the back of his neck.
Aidan shuddered. The man was too sexy, too strong, and too much to deal with first thing in the morning.
"I need to go," he said, and his voice sounded a bit whiny.
"Do you really need to go? Is it what you want?" Heathcliff's voice was smooth as silk.
Aidan groaned.
"I have to."
"You don't like your job," Heathcliff said in a tone that brooked no contradiction.
He needed to protest. "It's not that! It's ... something else."
"Care to elaborate?"
Heathcliff's hand was slowly moving, caressing his chest, brushing over his nipples. Aidan shivered.
"I need to go," he whispered.
"Okay, bunny boy, but later, come see me. Don't wait until it's ten o'clock in the evening. You're not allowed to do that to yourself."
"I'm not allowed?" Aidan scoffed. "You're not my real mom," he mimicked a stupid meme, for lack of a better and more intelligent thing to say.
"No, but I could be your ..." Heathcliff let the words hang in the air for a second, "daddy!"
"Seriously," Aidan moaned and closed his eyes. "Stone, let me get out of the bed, or it will be on you that I end up jobless. And you're not old enough to be a daddy."
"Are you sure you can't stay a little longer?" Heathcliff was talking right into his ear, making the hair on his head stand on end.
Was this how being with Heathcliff in bed felt like all the time? They weren't even fucking. No, he could not think of such dirty things this early in the morning.
"Not everyone has the luxury of sleeping in and living a free life."
"Is that a jab at me, Sparky?" Heathcliff teased. "I should let you know I am a man who knows a thing or two about discipline."
"I bet," Aidan shot back. "May I go now?"
Heathcliff removed his arm, and Aidan stood up. He noticed his clothes placed neatly on a chair and hurried to get dressed.
"You offer quite a nice view from the back," Heathcliff said.
He preferred not to turn. Aidan was so sure, in the light of the new day, that he had made a big mistake coming over to Heathcliff last night. He didn't have just a weakness or a thing for the fitness guru now. He had a crush the size of a continent, and being in such proximity to the guy only meant that he was dooming himself to failure on all fronts.
"I should," Aidan started, but his tongue was like lead in his mouth, "um, just keep things professional with you."
He exhaled. He had done it. He had said the one thing that he had to tell Heathcliff. Whatever they were both playing at was not okay. And if Aidan was to be the one to play by the rules, that was only normal. Of them two, Aidan was the one with more to lose, and also the one who seemed more responsible. Fucking guys and treating everything like it was just another day in the life of a social media celebrity were Heathcliff's job, not his. Aidan's job was to think mainly, well, of his job.
"Professional?" Heathcliff sounded amused. "Of course, that's totally how things are between us."
"I'm serious," Aidan said.
Now that he had his clothes on, he felt a little more protected against Heathcliff's charms. What was he thinking? Heathcliff was stretching lazily on the bed, like a feline ready to pounce, and the broad smile on his voice was extremely suspicious. Aidan could not look into those magnetic eyes without losing his balance.
Internal balance. Whatever. He shook his head.
"Everything is a joke with you," he said.
It was safer if he didn't look at Heathcliff at all.
