Spark and Stone Chapter 20
Spark & Stone – Ch. 20
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 - Keeping It Real
What would they talk about? Aidan was dragging his feet a little as he walked from the car to the door. He knocked and waited patiently. In the silence of the evening, he could almost hear his heart beating fast. Nervously, he wiped his palms and smoothed down his suit in the process. He had a mind to turn on his heels and run away, no matter how childish that would look.
Heathcliff opened the door, terminating his internal debate. Aidan had troubles looking up.
"Come in," Heathcliff said gently and made room for him to walk inside.
He still didn't look at his host as he passed by him. Heathcliff didn't make a move to grab him and kiss him the soonest the door was closed like on previous occasions. Instead, he was silent.
They were both silent, and Aidan could feel the quiet resting heavy on his shoulders. He needed to break it.
"I brought the, um, list. Feel free to look over it. This one comes straight from our research lab, as per protocol requirements. I think you will find there everything you need, but, of course, if you have any questions, or you need any assistance, I am available."
He walked to the nearby table and placed his briefcase on it, to take out the paper and put it carefully on the shiny surface. Heathcliff was still not saying anything, and it was unnerving to be the only one babbling.
"I will look over it. But we have more pressing matters to discuss, about you and me," Heathcliff eventually said.
Aidan didn't reply. Instead, he fiddled with the list of ingredients, trying to make it sit flat, and smoothing down a turned corner. What would Heathcliff say next? That he considered their deal a mistake? Would he tease him again and have fun at his expense? Heathcliff wasn't this cruel, at least not on purpose. Although he had known him for only a few weeks, Aidan was not so biased to hold anything against him that wasn't true.
"First of all, I apologize."
Aidan's ears twitched. Had he heard right? "What for?" he managed to say with some difficulty.
"For teasing you. I see how that isn't fair. Will you please forgive me?"
Heathcliff's voice was even, slightly calculated, but seemed profoundly sincere.
"There's nothing to apologize for. I ... well, I believe I exaggerated."
"All right. I have a mind to tell you that maybe your reaction was warranted given the situation, but I won't pretend that I know that better than you."
Aidan turned to look at Heathcliff. "Where is Heathcliff Stone? Are you perhaps a doppelganger?"
Heathcliff began laughing. "Now who's teasing who?"
Aidan smiled. He felt awkward enough without Heathcliff getting all serious. In a way, Heathcliff had never dealt with someone like Aidan, inexperienced, never having been in a relationship, and all that jazz. But the thought that he could be the one to make the famous influencer all serious and maybe a bit nervous seemed ludicrous. It was up to him to diffuse the situation.
"I'm sorry I walked out. Just that ... Can I just ask for one thing?"
"Sure," Heathcliff replied.
There was plenty of distance between them, but Aidan could sense Heathcliff's presence, filling the room, like it was all around. It didn't feel overpowering, but reassuring and comfortable in a way.
"Let's just keep it real. We have a deal, right? I mean, we're both getting what we want without any of these ... complications. I know you're a natural teaser, and it's not fair of me to tell you this, but could you please stop teasing me?"
"Done," was the curt reply.
"Um, okay," Aidan said.
Why did he feel disappointed? Wasn't it what he wanted, for Heathcliff to stop telling him he liked him without meaning it? Maybe he wanted Heathcliff to tell him he liked him while meaning it. But that was not possible. So he needed to settle for this.
"But I want something in return," Heathcliff said.
"Of course."
"I want you to tell me what you would like to get from this deal of ours. So far, it has been only about me and what I wanted. I want to hear you speak up."
Aidan blushed. "Um, I'm not sure --"
"Are you comfortable sleeping here most nights? Do you want your weekends to be free of me? Are there things we did that you're not comfortable with? Should I stop calling you bunny boy?"
"No!" Aidan almost slapped one hand over his mouth. "I mean, I have nothing against you calling me whatever you want."
"Even if it's Sparky?" Heathcliff wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
Aidan rolled his eyes. "Maybe we could do without Sparky. The other things, I guess they're fine, too."
"You guess?" Heathcliff looked him right in the eyes. "You should be sure."
Heathcliff was only fair, but it was hard for Aidan to go ahead and admit what he wanted. For as long as Heathcliff had been the one to push the boundaries between them, he had been so busy trying to build fortifications made of sand that he had forgotten what his heart truly wanted.
His heart just had to suck it up, but that didn't make Aidan feel like less of a fraud. He was like a burglar sneaking inside a house, riding the fridge, stealing the valuables, and ready to bolt at the first sign of a key twisting in the door. An honest person would have admitted to his feelings. Aidan was afraid to do that. As much as nice a person Heathcliff seemed to be, being told by some inexperienced guy that he was his crush could not make him too happy. Or worse, it could make him feel entitled to Aidan's feelings without returning anything more than a bit of teasing.
He looked ahead with confidence he didn't actually have. "I am sure. I enjoy spending time with you, Stone. There are worse ways to spend my time, I guess."
Now he behaved like an entitled brat. Were he Heathcliff, he would send himself packing that very moment. Yet, nothing of the kind happened. He risked one straight look at his host, and his heart beat faster.
It wasn't only that Heathcliff was handsome. That was a given, and Aidan knew that. What he didn't realize was that Heathcliff could smile like that. It wasn't a smirk or a satisfied grin. It was ... He had no idea how to describe it. It made him feel like he was the only one for Heathcliff, that very moment. There wasn't one ounce of teasing in that smile. Only fondness, with a dash of melancholy. It suited him, and it was not the first time that Aidan thought Heathcliff deserved his very romantic monicker, given by his mom.
It was intense, too, even in its endearing undertones, and Aidan had to keep himself from walking over to him and wrap his arms around him.
Damn. The thing he feared most had happened anyway. He was falling, and maybe he hadn't yet hit rock bottom, but if things went like that, that would happen sooner rather than later.
But maybe it wasn't so bad, Aidan thought, as they continued to look at each other, without feeling for a moment that the silence between them was awkward or anything like that. He deserved a first love, after all, and, while maybe it wouldn't be heroic like in some tragic love story, it would definitely be hopeless.
"Would you like something to eat?" Heathcliff was the first to speak.
What could he complain about? They would just keep it real. And the fact that Aidan was secretly crushing on his bed partner of convenience would be well kept under wraps. In the meantime, he could just as well enjoy himself.
"What's cooking?" he said playfully.
"Come with me, and you will see." Heathcliff offered his hand, and Aidan hurried to take it. "Then we'll sleep. I believe I tortured you enough."
Aidan wanted to protest, but he felt a bit drained. Maybe playing around with your crush was meant to be exhausting.
***
Heathcliff had a mind to congratulate himself for keeping from shouting from the top of his lungs how cute Aidan was and tell him again how much he liked him. But the series of trials was just starting. Even if Michael had told him he could have fun with his bunny boy in the bedroom, he believed it a sign of good faith only to keep his hands and other wandering parts of his anatomy away from Aidan's delicious rump. At least, for the time being. Bunny boy had to come and tell him directly what he wanted. If that meant waiting for who knew how long, he felt brave enough to do so without complaining.
"Heath," Aidan called hesitantly, "are we just going to sleep?"
"Yes," he replied promptly.
"All right. Just checking."
Aidan could not hide the disappointment in his voice at all, and that was more than satisfying. Bunny boy needed to show that he wanted to be with him, too. That meant he needed to voice his desires, loud and clear.
With that decision in mind, Heathcliff leaned over and kissed Aidan quickly on the cheek. "Good night, Aidan," he said softly.
"Good night," Aidan replied and sighed right away.
Heathcliff pretended not to notice. Aidan had the ball in his court. Now he needed to learn how to play without a coach since that was his decision.
He was almost asleep when a timid hand came to rest on top of his. Good thing Aidan could not see him smiling. Maybe that was the rule to apply with shy pets. A good owner knew to let them get accustomed to the environment and their master in due course.
It would be painful to sleep in the same bed with that handsome young man. But Heathcliff had always been ambitious. If that were what had to be done, he would embrace it without protests or delays.
***
Heathcliff woke up without the clock as he never had problems with oversleeping. He would follow the routine of preparing breakfast after his focusing exercises for the day and then wake up Aidan, too.
That sounded like a plan, but Aidan was wrapped entirely around him, one arm and one leg thrown over him, in a very possessive gesture. He wanted to laugh so hard, but he would wake up the sleeping beauty in his bed if he were to do that.
Aidan's head rested on his shoulder, and Heathcliff turned very slowly, trying to get a good look at him. What could he have seen in guys like the Matts and Hans of the world? Aidan was really beautiful, and somehow Heathcliff was thankful that others hadn't noticed the same thing. Of course, advertising experts would have said that Aidan's face was a bit too soft to be manly, that his eyes weren't piercing or magnetic, and the average boy next door look never really sold anything.
But Heathcliff found that look perfect. Aidan would grow into a manlier version of himself, as his body was strong and his muscles were harmonious. For now, he was a cute bunny, and Heathcliff wanted nothing more than to watch him grow. He had a feeling he would love all the different versions of his sweet bunny boy.
Now, though, there was the pressing matter of leaving the bed without waking Aidan up. He first took one hand gently and pushed it away, placing it carefully by Aidan's side. The leg was more difficult, and, when he touched it, Aidan just wrapped it tightly around his, and threw his arm over his chest again.
Heathcliff chuckled, but the laughter died the moment Aidan pushed his knee higher and began rubbing it against his crotch.
Well, that wasn't planned. Heathcliff needed to be proactive. Aidan murmured something in his sleep and moved his hand, too, finding quick purchase in Heathcliff's naked pec. Maybe sleeping in just a pair of shorts hadn't been that great an idea. Aidan began squeezing Heathcliff's chest and sighed happily.
Had it been anyone else, Heathcliff would have suspected some foul play. But this was Aidan, even more innocent in his sleep than when awake, seeing how much he wanted to project the image of a perfect yuppie that wasn't fazed by anything.
He was a simple man, after all. Between the knee pushing against his crotch and the hand giving his pec a sensuous slow massage, his cock was getting hard. So he tried to move on one side, taking Aidan's hand from his pec with as much gentleness as he could manage.
The moment he turned toward his bed partner, Aidan's head rested against his chest. Heathcliff caressed the soft chestnut hair slowly, and Aidan made a small sound of contentment.
He was about to call for bunny boy and wake him up when he felt bold lips latching against one of his nipples. Heathcliff sighed. And he had wanted so much to behave.
***
Pleasant dreams were not that common, and he could not remember dreaming too often. This one was particularly nice, no, actually, pretty awesome, as he had Heathcliff entirely at his disposal, and the man was encouraging him to do as he pleased.
Aidan didn't know he had a particular obsession with male nipples, but he wanted to taste Heathcliff so much. Seeing how the dream version of the fitness guru was not the usual domineering character from real life, Aidan thought it better to indulge as much as he could.
"Aidan, wake up," a stern voice called for him.
After several seconds of utter confusion, he eventually opened his eyes. He blinked and gasped, seeing Heathcliff hovering over him, with a serious expression etched on his face.
"Oh, is it late?" Aidan shook his head, trying to get rid of that naughty dream from earlier.
Heathcliff had one leg between his and was pressing against his semi. Aidan had to rethink that. It wasn't a semi, it was a full-blown erection, and Heathcliff rubbing it like that only made the situation more difficult for him.
"Were you dreaming something?" Heathcliff eyed him suspiciously.
"Earth to Stone, am I late for work?" Aidan protested, then blushed and quickly looked away.
The only way to deal with that man was to pretend he wasn't disturbed by anything, including a muscular thigh torturing his aching cock.
"No, that you're not." From Heathcliff's voice, Aidan could tell he was amused. "But I must ask: have you been weaned recently or you were just dreaming of sucking my tits?"
Aidan was sure his face was going through various shades of purple that very instant. "Are you pulling my leg, Stone?"
"C'mon, bunny boy, it's a simple question. What were you dreaming about?"
"I wasn't dreaming of anything! I mean, how many people recall what they dream? Not too many."
"Well, let me fill in the gaps," Heathcliff said and moved his thigh against Aidan's cock again, making him grunt. "I was trying to wake up, see about my business, and a certain cute pet was all over me."
Aidan was now pretty horrified with his lack of self-control. Heathcliff could lie, but while that was possible, it wasn't also probable. He had thought his dream was a bit too vivid. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Don't `sorry' me, bunny boy," Heathcliff said slowly, his voice snakelike and hypnotizing. "I wanted so much to be good, and let you sleep while I went to make breakfast, and there you were, a knee in my balls, one hand over one tit, and your mouth on the other, sucking on it like you were expecting it to give milk."
"Oh, fuck," Aidan closed his eyes. "Could you just go about your business and let me here to drown in my own shame?"
"No can do, cutie." Heathcliff laughed. "You teased the hell out of me, and now you're going to assume responsibility."
Aidan opened one eye. "What do you have in mind?"
"I have something for you to suck that will not let your efforts go to waste."
Aidan gulped. "Do you want me to suck your cock?"
"Of course I do. Let me rephrase that. You're not leaving the bed until you do."
"Okay," Aidan replied with more enthusiasm than he wanted to show.
Heathcliff was quick to move and straddle his chest. His cock pulled free from his shorts, he used it now to tap a playful rhythm against his lips. Aidan put his tongue out and began licking the head to the best of his abilities.
He liked Heathcliff's taste, and he had just teased the guy before when talking about acquired tastes and whatnot. Now he could use this opportunity to taste to his heart's content.
Heathcliff adjusted his position so that he could pump his cock inside Aidan's mouth in a slow rhythm. Aidan enjoyed this a lot, especially since he could sneak his hands under Heathcliff's shorts and play with his muscular ass.
Fleetingly, he wondered what Heathcliff would do if he found Aidan one morning trying to hump him dry. Would he offer his ass then? People could dream, Aidan concluded and put his energy and enthusiasm into sucking the delicious cock in his mouth like it was the tastiest lollipop he'd ever tried.
Heathcliff was moving his hips slowly, and Aidan could tell that he was trying to avoid pushing too much. Aidan felt a bit disappointed in himself for not being able to swallow the hard cock deeper. So he used his tongue to lick everywhere and hopefully enhance the sensations for the other.
At the same time, he could feel his cock aching from too much mental stimulation. Nothing and no one was touching it right now, and he could not reach it anyway. For now, he needed to focus on the other's pleasure, as hard as that was.
He squeezed Heathcliff's ass cheeks, imposing the rhythm he felt comfortable with. It looked like Heathcliff wasn't bothered with being handled. Maybe Heathcliff was using him to get off, but Aidan knew that it was a fantasy come true to suck off the man that he had been crushing on for a while now. Preferably, he would do it in all possible positions, and this one was great since he could play with Heathcliff's ass.
Could he dare? He didn't have enough leverage from his position to be too daring, so he settled for moving his hands lower and touch Heathcliff's taint with his fingertips. A small grunt from above told him he was doing the right thing.
Heathcliff was as sensitive there as he was, and that thought was making him happy. At some point, he would ask Heathcliff to let him touch more. For now, he hoped he would get off Heathcliff, and maybe he would get a handjob in return.
"You're so good, Aidan," Heathcliff praised him.
Aidan moved his hands, still partially busy with teasing the taint, but one eventually reached Heathcliff's balls and wrapped around their base, pulling backward. Heathcliff's breathing grew quicker, and his hips moved a bit erratically. Aidan released the tight balls in his hand to let them slap a little against his chin.
Without deepthroating all the way, he was getting better at this, he thought and shuddered as Heathcliff began to spurt inside his mouth thick ropes of tasty cum. He swallowed as he could, and let the excess flow down his chin and on his chest.
Heathcliff finally pulled away and took a look at him. Aidan was breathing hard, and he was sure he looked like a mess, but at this point, he couldn't be made to care.
"Wow, bunny boy, just wow," Heathcliff said with a broad grin. "I was right to tell you were a fast learner. Look at you, taking my cock like a champ. We'll work on that swallowing technique, but you look pretty damned good like this, so I can't complain. Do you mind if I hit the shower first really quick?"
Aidan nodded, and then he frowned. What the hell? Was he getting nothing? He looked down at his own cock, no way near getting soft, and tenting his shorts.
"What's the matter, bunny boy?" Heathcliff asked, in his signature teasing voice. "Do you want to say something?"
Aidan threw him a murderous look and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, I mean, like what the hell?"
"What do you mean?" Heathcliff raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were laughing even more than his mouth.
"I'm hard!" Aidan pointed out and grabbed his cock.
"And? You have to say it loud and clear, bunny boy."
Aidan felt his courage fading. He blushed furiously, looked away, and eventually said, "Suck me off, too."
"Louder, I don't think I heard you," Heathcliff said with a small laugh.
Aidan revolted. "Stone, I'm going to stuff your mouth with my cock until you choke."
"Hmm, that sounds like a promise."
"It's a threat."
"It's a promise I expect you to honor," Heathcliff said, and with one fluid move, he pulled Aidan by his legs, bringing him on the end of the bed.
Aidan didn't have time to protest anymore, as Heathcliff pulled his shorts down quickly, and swallowed his cock fast, right to the hilt.
"Fuck me," Aidan moaned and grabbed the sheets with both hands to keep himself from just pushing his hips up and cutting Heathcliff's air supply, as promised.
Heathcliff withdrew just a little. "Put your money where your mouth is, Aidan. Fuck my mouth and put me in my place if you think you can."
Aidan pushed himself on his elbows and stared at Heathcliff. The sexy devil was playing with his cock, keeping it from the base and slapping his tongue lazily with it. Not without hesitation, Aidan moved one hand to place it around Heathcliff's nape and pulled him toward his cock.
"Suck me off," he whispered. "Please."
Heathcliff's eyes twinkled, but their owner finally decided that too much teasing was a bad thing. Aidan held Heathcliff's head, pretending to push him down on his cock, although he was sure Heathcliff was doing an excellent job on his own.
It didn't take him long. Between the embarrassment of waking up to Heathcliff witnessing his naughty dreams first hand, and giving a sloppy blowjob that had made him rock hard, he could not control himself.
"Fuck, please, take me deep," he begged as he pushed his hips off the bed, and fucked Heathcliff's mouth.
Unlike him, Heathcliff didn't spill a drop. Aidan was still moaning softly, making a small whirring sound like a broken machine when Heathcliff stood up and towered over him.
"You have no idea how to dominate someone in bed. You're too damned cute." Heathcliff laughed, and Aidan closed his eyes tightly, hoping the teaser would take the hint and walk away. "You're still a mess, so come hit the shower. I'll use the other bathroom so that you can take your time."
"Aren't you going to wash me or something?" Aidan mumbled.
"I think you're big enough to take showers by yourself. Plus, if I get in there with you, you might be late for work. Also, I won't send you off on an empty belly."
"All right, good thinking," Aidan said and gave Heathcliff a weak thumbs-up. "Can I lie here for a while, then?"
"Sure. Just don't make me come for you when I finish preparing breakfast. Let's say that this little session would look like a snack compared to the full-course meal I'll be in the mood for if I catch your perfect bubble butt still slacking off in my bed."
"It's a good enough threat so that I can't ignore it," Aidan admitted.
Heathcliff left the room laughing. What had he been so scared the day before? Aidan could not remember. All was good in this part of the universe. The teasing had been kept to a minimum, he had made a fool of himself, but Heathcliff had turned it into something hot and sexy, just like him, and he would actually eat breakfast before leaving for work. What more could he ask for?
***
"I suppose I should be off now," Aidan said, his hand on the doorknob.
"Have fun slaving for the man," Heathcliff replied with a small smirk, hands in his pockets, looking his usual gorgeous self.
Aidan had a mind to joke, and ask his generous host, whether it would be better to slave for him, instead but stopped himself in time.
"What? No witty comeback?" Heathcliff teased him.
"I'd rather not. Seeing what great food you make, I would sound ungrateful if I tried to insult you."
"Insult me? How?"
"By asking you ... ah, never mind," Aidan said quickly. "I've already told you. You're a slave driver anyway."
"That's not an insult, bunny boy. It's a compliment."
"Oh, is it? Well, I assume that, with you, being told that you're domineering and you always have your way is never a problem."
"But you like me like that," Heathcliff pointed out.
"It's a package deal with an awesome home chef and a great ..." Aidan trailed off. What could be the right words to describe what they were? "... business partner."
"Business partner," Heathcliff repeated after him, forgetting, it seemed, to add a question mark at the end. "Because of our deal, of course."
"Thank you for, um, understanding the situation. I bet it would be funny for you to make me fall for you, but I don't work that way."
Aidan cursed himself internally. He was running his mouth, and he somehow knew that it was not a good idea to do that. Maybe he was giving Heathcliff all kinds of ideas on how to torture him.
"You mean, you don't fall for guys? Ah, so you're heartless," Heathcliff joked.
"I didn't mean that. Well, I need to go," Aidan pointed at the door as if it was a portal to a different dimension.
One where he could escape Heathcliff's hypnotizing gaze.
"Aren't you forgetting something? And just when I thought I had you well trained."
Aidan stared a little at Heathcliff. Then, when he noticed the opened arms, he understood and hurried to hug Heathcliff shortly and kiss him on the lips. He wanted to make it playful and short, but it was obvious the other party involved had other ideas. One hand wrapped around Aidan's waist, the other coaxing him gently into another kiss while caressing his cheek, Heathcliff appeared to like long goodbyes.
"Come here tonight?" Heathcliff asked, and stared Aidan into his eyes.
Like he could say `no' to that. Heathcliff pampered him in all possible ways. If that was a trap, he was walking gladly into it.
"As long as we keep it real," he replied.
"I wouldn't want it any other way," Heathcliff whispered into his ear, and then patted his ass to move and leave for work.
This side of real looked pretty damned good.
TBC
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