Spark and Stone Chapter 31
Spark & Stone – Ch. 31
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2020 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 Thirty-One – Run, Baby, Run (But Then Come Back)
Aidan was at the foot of the stairs in a heartbeat. Crazy scenarios, like his mother attempting to kill Heathcliff by strangling him with a kitchen towel, were going through his mind. His mom, however, didn't seem quite so bent on homicidal tendencies as the day before, but in sort of a shock, the number one reason why she was asking for her husband to come already and provide the necessary support.
Without wasting a moment to wait and see how that would unfold, once his mom would shake off the initial shock, and his dad would come downstairs, too, Aidan ran to the door, most probably breaking some world record for ground speed but hopefully, not an ankle, too.
He didn't even look at Heathcliff, rushing by his mom, and just grabbing his unexpected visitor by one hand and pulling him into the race.
"Aidan!" his mom yelled after him.
Oh, great, the shock was wearing off.
"Run," he said to Heathcliff and broke into a sprint.
"What? Why?" Heathcliff asked, but sped off to keep up with him.
"No time to explain! Just run!"
Aidan linked his hand tightly around Heathcliff's and ran into the street, only to stop one inch from crashing into his neighbor, Mrs. Fitz.
"Hi, Mrs. Fitz," he shouted. "Bye, Mrs. Fitz!" he added, as he maneuvered himself and Heathcliff around the neighbor's walking frame.
"Bye, Aidan!" the octogenarian called after him. "Is that your boyfriend?"
"Not now, Mrs. Fitz!" he yelled over one shoulder. "I'll tell you everything!"
"I'll just ask your mother," Mrs. Fitz's words faded in the morning air as they continued to run.
The neighborhood seemed to be particularly animated at that hour, so Aidan continued to yell greetings and dodge questions as he pulled Heathcliff after him until they finally left the houses behind and ended up by the edge of a large pond, crashing on a bench, his usual favorite spot as a teenager.
They were both barely breathing, mostly him, actually, since Heathcliff didn't appear that affected.
"Why on earth are we running?" Heathcliff asked, still obviously startled over Aidan's sudden decision to trek the town like for a marathon.
Aidan waved and coughed, trying to regain his breathing. Heathcliff's warm hand rested against his shoulder blades. "Take it slowly. Just in and out, and don't try to talk for a while."
He nodded and focused on his breathing. "Ah, damn!" he finally managed. "Why are you here? My mom must be sharpening her knives right now, and dad ... Well, I guess he's the more reasonable one, but don't count on it that much."
"Sharpening her knives?" Heathcliff asked, now clearly alarmed. "Aidan, what exactly did you tell them about me?"
Aidan turned toward Heathcliff. "Do you really have to ask? You're some corporate lackey, and I didn't even know it!"
"Corporate what? Hey, hey, let's dial back a little," Heathcliff said, frowning a bit, but without removing his hand from Aidan's back.
The touch was comforting, and it shouldn't have been. Aidan wanted to grind his teeth in frustration over that, but couldn't. "I served you the opportunity to finish them off on a silver platter, and what did you do?"
"I chose to save you," Heathcliff said matter-of-factly.
"Sure. I'm helpless, am I not?" Aidan said through his teeth.
"They wanted to accuse you of theft. Seriously, what were you thinking when you stole that folder?"
"Do you really have to ask? I was trying to save your reputation! It was frigging sinking!"
To his surprise, Heathcliff started laughing.
"Why the hell are you laughing? I'm pissed at you! Like royally pissed!" Aidan protested.
"You're cute when you're angry," Heathcliff replied. "And you were awesome, doing that for me. Thank you for saving my reputation."
"I didn't save anything," Aidan bristled, trying to ignore the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest upon hearing Heathcliff's praise. "You just went and struck a deal with them."
"Trust me, Aidan," Heathcliff moved closer, "I had to swallow my pride and principles to do that. But you know what? It was all worth it because there was something more important in balance. It would have been tough to foil their attempts to drag you down, no matter how right you were."
"But," Aidan felt the need to protest, "the truth was worth it!"
Heathcliff sighed and took Aidan by the shoulders to pull him close. "What you did was remarkable. And a bit insane if I may add."
"Great. And now I'm in for a lecture," Aidan said with a roll of his eyes.
"No. No lecture," Heathcliff promised. "Just hear me out. Yes, it was a bit insane, but also pretty heroic and knowing that you did it for me just topped everything. I won't contradict you. Truth is important. But luckily, there was no one hurt. Had that been the case, they wouldn't have gotten away so quickly. So I went there, decided to scare them good, and also to protect you. They had footage of you from the security cameras," he explained.
"Shit," Aidan said. "I should have known about that. Maybe disable those first, but there was no time."
Heathcliff chuckled. "Easy there, Tom Cruise."
"You're making fun of me." Aidan crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"Maybe a little. Forgive me; you're just so easy to tease that I can't help it. Now it's my turn to ask. Why did you run away from me like that?"
Aidan could feel himself blushing to the tip of his ears. "Because," he said defiantly.
"There should be a phrase or a statement of some sort after that word," Heathcliff said with a small laugh.
"I don't want to be the one who's always cared for," Aidan said quietly.
Heathcliff leaned in to hear him. "Is this about your parents? That all helicopter parenting thing?"
"You don't know them," Aidan said with a deep sigh. "If it were for them, right now I would play dungeon and dragons with a guy who's definitely not gay."
"That made little to no sense, but do go on. I realize I haven't done much listening since the beginning of our relationship, and I do want to start now."
"Never mind. The point is, they want me to be safe. And I don't want to be safe. Ugh, that came out wrong. I want to be able to take risks and prove myself. Is that too much to ask?"
"Not to me," Heathcliff said right away. "I can't help it when you're this cute. I want to keep you safe, but I want you to be happy, too. Do you think we could work around that and find some middle ground?"
The feeling of warmth from where Heathcliff was holding his hand on him was now spreading. Aidan wanted nothing more but to melt into that touch, turn and kiss Heathcliff. "Oh, shit," he stopped himself in time.
Heathcliff was still half-way to kiss him, too, but stopped, surprised. "What?"
"My mom still wants to kill you. I bet," Aidan said.
"Seriously, what did you tell them about me?" Heathcliff's eyebrows knitted into a frown.
"Just that you handed me my promotion and that you bowed to the corporate gods," Aidan replied promptly. "The rest, I swear, whatever you hear them saying, it's all because of what they read on their own online."
Heathcliff took one deep breath. "It's all right. I think I can handle your mom. But let's deal with that a bit later. I want to show you something."
Aidan watched Heathcliff as the guy fiddled with his phone and after a while handed it to him. Taking it, Aidan stole a look at Heathcliff, surprised with the serious expression on his handsome face. Then, he stared into the phone, and his eyes grew wide. "What's this?" he eventually managed to ask.
"I thought about what you told me about building a business and everything. And about how much you like cool stationery," Heathcliff added with a small laugh. "Plus, what could be riskier than this? So, what do you say?"
"Spark & Stone?" Aidan asked, still staring at the screen and not quite believing what he was looking at.
"Yes. I want you to be my partner. I hope you don't have other engagements. Don't you want to give it a try? You have all these awesome ideas which I don't."
"But partner?" Aidan asked again. "Heath, I have no money. Hell, I'm not even broke. I have debts to pay."
"Well, I suppose it will be easier to repay it from your share of the profit, then. Plus, it should serve as a good incentive to work hard and make us money."
"I don't know what to say," Aidan murmured.
His head was spinning, and his heart ..., well, his heart was doing whatever it wanted at this point.
"Are you worried that I'm going to keep you like a wilting flower in a vase?" Heathcliff joked. "Hah, tough luck. You're the one who'll work harder of us two; I'm sure of it. I'll be there to look pretty and smile while holding whatever we'll be selling. I will be the lazy one while you work your ass off."
"You, lazy, pff," Aidan said. "Heath, this is ... I mean, we're not even together anymore, right?"
Heathcliff's smile faded. Then he suddenly grabbed Aidan, making him turn and pushing him into the wooden bench. Aidan just whimpered in surprise as their lips connected, and surrendered when Heathcliff's deft tongue pushed past and began giving his a passionate and aggressive massage.
He pulled himself with some difficulty from the kiss. "Wow," he whispered.
"Do you still need another proof that we're together?" Heathcliff asked and kissed him deeply again.
It felt so good Aidan forgot for a moment that anyone could see them there. "Wait," he said, and wrapped his arms quickly around Heathcliff's neck, seeing his boyfriend frown again. "Somebody could see us and tell mom."
"She must be really scary," Heathcliff said. "Hey, I missed you, bunny boy."
Their foreheads touched. "I missed you, too, Heath. I can't believe this," Aidan whispered. "How come no Calvin Klein underwear models are crowding your bed right now?"
Heathcliff threw him a strange look. "What's with this obsession with Calvin Klein underwear models? Both you and Isabel --"
"Ah, the traitor!" Aidan said with a huff. "You're such an awesome kisser that I totally forgot to ask you how you found me!"
"Don't blame her. Blame my irresistible charm," Heathcliff said with self-importance and then laughed. "Seriously, did you really think I'd be with some other people? And why, for the love of all that's holy, underwear models?"
"That was just Isabel putting stupid ideas in my head," Aidan replied quickly.
"She's awesome, your bestie. And please, don't be hard on her. I really had to work to convince her to give me your parents' address. Do you have any idea, whatsoever, how I felt after you disappeared from my life like that?"
Aidan swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and then opened them to stare at Heathcliff. His boyfriend seemed serious, no longer smiling. "Do you really mean it?" he said quietly. "I thought you would forget about me."
"Forget about you? You're sort of a tough act to follow, bunny boy," Heathcliff said and regained his smile. "Plus, where would I find someone so bent on risky behavior like you? My protection instinct needs a proper challenge."
"You're making fun of me again," Aidan said, but he couldn't be upset anymore.
"Only because I love you. C'mon. I'm ready to face your parents."
"I'm not," Aidan said quickly. "Damn, what am I going to tell them now?"
"Just the truth."
"Which is?" Aidan asked.
"That you love me and you want to come back with me."
"Ah, that truth. I can handle that," he said. "The part where they start grilling me will be tough. And that's because I told them I was over you when I wasn't."
"And?" Heathcliff asked, the same gorgeous smile lighting up his face. "Do you need me to enumerate some reasons why you love me?"
"So full of yourself," Aidan said and rolled his eyes. "No, you won't talk. Promise me you'll be silent."
"Hey, I think I know how not to let my mouth run --"
"Hush, promise me. My mom is an alien. She'll know all the things that you try to keep hidden, and that will not make a good topic of conversation with parents present."
"Bunny boy, are you having some impure thoughts?" Heathcliff teased him.
"You're the one with the impure thoughts! Who knows what my mom will make you say? You can't lie to her!"
"Aidan, you worry too much. I will know what to say to her. Will you trust me a little?"
There was something guarded in how Heathcliff said those words. Aidan nodded. "I will, and I do trust you. They're my parents, and they have a way of asking uncomfortable questions. I'm used to them, but who knows what you might think?"
"Are you now worried that I might be the one not to like them?" Heathcliff asked.
"Yeah, pretty much," Aidan admitted with a sigh. "Now I have to start by thinking up a proper apology for how we ran away."
"That was quite surprising, I must say. Not that I regret it," Heathcliff said. "I thought I would have to endure at least a few long hours until I could do this," he added and pressed his lips against Aidan's again.
Aidan closed his eyes and opened his mouth, to allow Heathcliff to kiss him thoroughly. It was like the last days hadn't even happened. There was something so familiar and comforting in how Heathcliff was holding him that he could forget, for a little while, about the lecture they would both be in for once they got back.
Unfortunately, that little while had to be little, indeed. With great reluctance, he pulled himself from the kiss. "We need to head back. With each minute passing, my mother is surely inching closer to the phone to call the police."
Heathcliff laughed. "You're joking, right?"
"Half-joking, maybe," Aidan admitted.
Well, that was that. Just that morning, he had gotten out of bed, feeling utterly depressed and with no high hopes in life. Now, as Heathcliff pulled him up and held his hand, he felt like a totally different person. He was happy, he realized, as he stared into Heathcliff's eyes, and as much as it was strange, it was the simple truth.
***
"I apologize for not introducing myself properly earlier, Mrs. Spark," Heathcliff said smoothly, as soon as they entered the house.
Aidan felt the need to take a step back and hide behind Heathcliff, and then he realized that he wasn't truly scared. His mom and dad had never really made him feel afraid, but maybe embarrassed and that still counted.
"It's not like you need that much of an introduction, young man," his mom replied promptly.
Aidan opened his mouth to say something, but his mom didn't let him. She walked over to them and took Heathcliff's cheeks into her hands. "You truly are handsome. No wonder my little pumpkin would fall for you."
Aidan felt his jaw going slack on its own accord. "Wait, wait, wait," he intervened. "Who are you, and where is my real mom?"
"Aidan," his mom said gently and moved her attention from Heathcliff only to caress his cheek. "Your father and I had a very long talk. Now, come, let's have some hot chocolate together."
Aidan threw a confused look toward Heathcliff but followed his mom into the living room. His dad seemed completely relaxed, still dressed in his good clothes, and reading the newspaper, which was something he liked doing every day. He stood up and came to offer his hand to Heathcliff, with a big smile on his face. "Ah, and this is the young man for whom Aidan chose to threw all caution to the wind."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir," Heathcliff replied and shook the other's hand vigorously.
"We were actually expecting the police, so we are more than pleased with this visit, instead."
"The police?" Aidan asked, alarmed.
His dad turned toward him. "We are really worried about what you did, Aidan, and just didn't want you to worry."
"There's no need to worry, Mr. Spark," Heathcliff intervened. "That issue was taken care of, already. No one will come to bother Aidan."
"Ah, that's good," his dad's face lit up. "Did you hear that, Marianne? No one's coming after our boy."
"You two didn't say a word about worrying about this," Aidan said.
"We were surprised to hear what you did since we taught you to be safe all the time. But we were also proud of you. We are always proud of you," his dad added.
They were quickly ushered by his mom to take their seats. Aidan still felt like he had walked into a different reality. "Dad," he leaned over the table, "is mom secretly sharpening her knives as we speak?"
"Now, now, Aidan, you're scaring our guest for no reason. And why would your mom sharpen her knives? Her tongue is sharp enough, as I well know it," his dad said with a small laugh.
He chose not to tempt his luck. Everything was going smoothly so far. Then his mom served them hot chocolate and cookies, and, of course, the going smoothly part ended.
"So, Heathcliff, what plans do you have regarding our Aidan?" she asked directly.
"I have just invited him to join me in a new enterprise. Success is not guaranteed, but we both plan to work hard," Heathcliff answered promptly.
"Aidan is a very hard worker," his mom said. "But that isn't my main concern. You have quite a colorful experience, young man."
And then his mom gave Heathcliff the look, the one that basically said `don't dare to lie to me or else'. Aidan feared for his boyfriend, but there wasn't much he could do to save him now. Whether he liked it or not, Heathcliff was on his own.
"That was before Aidan," Heathcliff replied right away. "It all changed when I met the right one for me."
Aidan felt the warm and fuzzy feeling from when they were kissing on the bench returning in full force. But was it enough to convince his mom of Heathcliff's good intentions?
"That remains to be seen," his mom said, as expected. "People don't change that easily."
"Mrs. Spark," Heathcliff said and reached over the table to take her hands into his, "I am very much in love with your son. I know how much you value his safety, and I am here to tell you that it will be my number one priority. And I want to thank you for raising such a wonderful man."
Aidan's eyes grew wide. Was his mom melting under Heathcliff's gorgeous smile, or was he imagining things? Then Heathcliff's words caught up with him. Safety? Number one priority?
"We've always looked after him so that he doesn't get hurt," his mom explained, her glare totally gone now from her features.
"But we are ready to pass on that responsibility," his dad intervened. "We talked about it, Marianne, so don't give me that look. Do you really want the boy to stay here with us and be bored out of his head?"
"I'm not bored," Aidan protested.
"Yes, you are. Also, obviously missing your boyfriend," his dad pointed out.
"I thought you two would be upset," Aidan said softly.
His dad smiled. "The fact that Heathcliff came for you says a lot about his character. Unlike your mom, I'm not as suspicious. I want to know you first," he added, addressing Heathcliff now. "Will you spend this weekend with us?"
"Sure," Heathcliff replied. "As long as Mrs. Spark has nothing against that, of course."
"Please, call me Marianne. And yes, of course, you are welcome to stay. In the guestroom," she added quickly. "Not in Aidan's bedroom."
"Mom!" Aidan exclaimed.
"What?" His mom seemed surprised. "Your bed is too small for the two of you. There not enough room for --"
"MOM!"
"Sleeping! What did you think I was going to say?" His mom glared at him now. "And it's clear that you need to pull your mind out of the gutter. All the more reason for Heathcliff to sleep alone while under this roof. Of course, once you two are married --"
"Mom," Aidan began gesticulating, "don't use the M-word!"
"The M-word?" his mom inquired. "What do you mean?"
"We barely know each other! No one's getting married!" Aidan tried to save the situation without giving away what Heathcliff thought of marriage. He had an inkling it wouldn't sit well with his parents.
"Barely know each other? Your father and I married two months after we met. What do you need more time for?"
"People don't get married so fast now," Aidan explained quickly. "They need more time to --"
"Don't worry, Mrs. Spark, we won't take long to know each other well enough," Heathcliff cut him mid-sentence.
Aidan looked at his boyfriend, utterly astonished. Hadn't he been clear when he had told Heathcliff his mom was a frighteningly excellent human lie detector?
"Well, I think we could live with that for now," his mom replied. "I guess I should understand young people more. We were all for getting married fast, but not everyone is like us. Maybe we're old-fashioned."
"That's not true, Marianne," Heathcliff said. "If that's old-fashioned, there's nothing wrong with it."
Now Aidan glared openly. Was Heathcliff pushing his luck or what now? Apparently, his mom's built-in polygraph was out of service at the moment because she didn't seem at all on the verge of telling Heathcliff to stop lying or else.
"That is great to hear, Heathcliff."
"Please, call me Heath," the immediate reply was.
"All right, Heath. Wait till I tell Mrs. Fitz who's going to be my son-in-law," his mom said with satisfaction.
"Mrs. Fitz? The one with the walking frame?" Heathcliff asked.
"Yes. She always says she knows everything, and I'll have the satisfaction to tell her something she doesn't."
"Mom, you're making Heath uncomfortable," Aidan insisted.
"She's not," Heathcliff turned toward him and took him by the shoulders in an affectionate gesture.
Aidan couldn't believe his ears or his eyes. His mom was beaming as she was looking at them, his dad had an all-knowing smile, and Heathcliff was lying through his teeth about marriage. All right, it was his mom's fault for bringing up the M-word, but Heathcliff shouldn't have led her on like that. He would have to have a word with him as soon as they were alone.
***
Heathcliff almost missed the soft knock on the door, as he was getting ready to sleep. He pulled his t-shirt back, making sure to look presentable enough in case his future mother-in-law wanted to bring him extra sheets or blankets.
"Come in," he said, as soon as he was properly dressed.
He smiled as he saw who it was. Aidan was moving stealthily, closing the door behind him with infinite care.
"Hey," he said and walked over to his guest, catching Aidan between him and the door.
Bunny boy looked as yummy as ever. Heathcliff wasn't particularly happy about having to sleep alone, but it was for a good cause. Tomorrow evening, they would be back home, and he would make sure that Aidan got enough physical demonstrations of how much he had missed him.
"Hey," Aidan replied in a soft voice, and it was clear that he was nervous about being there.
"Aren't you going against your mom's word by sneaking into my room at night?" Heathcliff asked, but moved closer on purpose, loving the reaction from Aidan's body with each of his steps.
"Kind of," Aidan replied quickly, and cast his eyes down. "You made quite an impression on my parents. Especially mom."
"That's good, because I like them, too. I think they're pretty awesome," Heathcliff said and raised one hand to caress Aidan's neck slowly.
By how nervously that Adam's apple was bobbing up and down, he could tell that he wasn't the only one missing their physical intimacy.
"But you shouldn't have led them on, you know? On that marriage thing. Once they realize we have no intention to get married --"
"Who has no intention to get married? You?" Heathcliff teased.
Now Aidan raised his eyes and glared at him. "C'mon, Heath, it's not like I don't know what you think of that."
"That? What's `that'?" Heathcliff teased him some more.
"Oh, damn, do you really want me to spell it? You don't believe in marriage, and basically just told my mom she could consider starting to shop for what clothes she would wear at our wedding!"
"And? It's good for her to be prepared," Heathcliff said.
Aidan pushed against his chest hard. "She'll know you lied. It will be hell to pay. Somehow, she was all milk and honey with you today, but she can be quite frightening when she wants to be."
"I understand. But I didn't lie," Heathcliff said simply.
Aidan's pretty mouth opened and closed a few times. "Are you making fun of me right now?" he barely managed.
"I'm not doing that at all," Heathcliff replied.
"Heath, is something wrong with you? We're talking ... marriage?"
"Yes, we're talking marriage."
"But you said --"
Heathcliff laughed and pulled Aidan close to him. "I thought a little about it all, and I realized that there is a way to keep you close and also from running away from me. It truly dawned on me why people are getting married, after all. Most probably they have enough of dealing with bunnies that tend to run away all the time."
"Seriously?" Aidan's words were muffled as Heathcliff was keeping him with his head buried into his shoulder.
"Yes. I'm completely sure I don't want anyone else but you. And where will I find another bunny with the heart of a lion, like you? It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I'm not going to pass it over. Do you understand?"
"Are you asking me to marry you, Stone?" Aidan finally pulled his head free and stared at him. By the naughty smile lighting up his face, it was clear as day what he was thinking.
"Yeah, I am. Will you marry me?"
"Will my name still be Spark?"
"I have nothing against that. And Spark-Stone is a pretty good family name. Strong. Bound to leave a lasting impression."
"If you say so," Aidan commented, but it was obvious he barely kept from laughing.
"Hey," Heathcliff tipped his boyfriend's chin, "first things first. What's your answer?"
"My answer?"
"To my marriage proposal, obviously."
"I don't know. You have the reputation of a playboy."
"I'm a good boy now. I swear," Heathcliff teased back.
"How good?" Aidan cocked his head to one side, throwing him a look full of innuendo.
"So, to hear your answer, will I have to prove myself first?" Heathcliff picked up the glove, without hesitating for a heartbeat.
"I should know what I'm getting myself in first, right?"
"Sure thing." Heathcliff laughed and began pulling Aidan toward the bed. "Are you sure I'm not heading for some shotgun wedding scenario first thing in the morning?"
"Hey, my mom may be frightening, but not that frightening," Aidan replied and followed without protest.
Heathcliff pushed Aidan to sit on the bed and climbed into his lap. There was a definite sense of satisfaction in how Aidan's hands came to rest on his ass right away. At the same time, Aidan was staring at him wide-eyed.
"I must be dreaming," Aidan said softly, as his fingers continued to search for a way to reach underneath his lover's shorts.
"Let me give you a hint," Heathcliff replied and leaned in to taste Aidan's sweet lips again.
"Hmm," Aidan purred, "is that supposed to make me realize it's all real? Because kissing you feels like a dream."
"Maybe you should feel me a little more," Heathcliff said with a small chuckle.
Aidan shuddered as if tickled. Heathcliff had no intention to make his lover beg for it. Instead, he pushed Aidan into the bed, covering him head to toes with his body. It didn't take them long to struggle to hump each other dry through their clothes, as thin and few as they were.
Heathcliff pushed Aidan's t-shirt above his nicely shaped chest and cupped the pecs, squeezing them not so gently. Aidan moaned and arched against the touch, as their lips were wildly chasing kisses and small bites.
"I missed you," Heathcliff said as he pulled at Aidan's nipples, enjoying the small shivers and gasps coming from him.
Aidan was like putty in his hands right now, but Heathcliff was looking for something else.
"Did you miss me, too?" he asked, unable to hate how vulnerable his voice sounded.
"Do you need to ask?" Aidan's eyelids fluttered like caged butterflies. "Like crazy," a whisper followed. "Just this morning, when I woke up, I had no idea what to do with myself."
Heathcliff kissed him shortly. "I'll take that as a `yes'. Just for the record, you're not allowed to run away from me again. I'll buy a leash if there's no other way to keep you. First, I will try with a ring and proper vows."
"Wow, you really mean it."
"I do. There's nothing else I want more in the entire world right now but to be bound to you. Forever."
"Forever?" Aidan asked in a small voice.
Heathcliff nodded solemnly. It looked like nothing else was needed because Aidan took the reins right away and brought him close for a deep kiss. It was such a nice change of pace to have the usually shy bunny turn the tables on him. Heathcliff didn't mind it at all.
They fumbled and tumbled and eventually managed to get in bed with Aidan on top and Heathcliff laughing like tickled underneath. "It looks like someone grew a pair lately," he teased his lover on purpose.
A comical sound between a growl and a giggle was the reply that immediately came. Heathcliff wanted to laugh back some more, but Aidan dipped his head lower and bit his chest. "Ouch! And teeth, too!"
A rebellious strand of hair covered Aidan's face as he looked up. "Wanna know what else I have growing right now?" he asked playfully.
"I don't think I need any hints. That `else' is poking the inside of my thigh right now," Heathcliff replied and moved, hiking his hips upward and making Aidan grunt.
"Oh, fuck, Heath, do you have any idea --" Aidan swallowed his own words and looked away.
"No need to talk, bunny boy. Sometimes what you do speaks louder than words. Especially in your case," Heathcliff added and caressed Aidan's cheek lovingly. "I know that you want me."
Aidan nodded, his eyes already moist, his lips parted, letting Heathcliff know that still, a bit of encouragement was needed. Heathcliff pulled him close, guiding him with steady hands, showing him the way.
Not that much guidance was required, after all. Aidan was, as Heathcliff knew it well, a fast learner. He let out a small gasp as Aidan went down on him, taking out his shorts. A warm mouth was on his cock, and Heathcliff cursed under his breath. Too caught up in everything that had happened lately, he had forgotten, in a way, how much he missed this.
He placed one hand on Aidan's head, not to guide him, but to beg him, without words, not to let him go. Aidan sucked slowly, steadying Heathcliff's cock with one hand and alternating small, playful licks with deep swallowing moves, his eyes flickering up, to look at him from time to time.
"Aidan, you're so good," he praised. "Too good," he added, as his breath grew ragged and he began coming into his lover's beautiful mouth.
Aidan kept him down with both hands and took in everything.
"You took me by surprise," Heathcliff joked.
Aidan moved fast and placed a kiss on his lips, shutting him up. He didn't protest as Aidan gave him a sample of his earlier load; he actually enjoyed it more like this. The last shudders of his climax were dying down, but he could still feel goosebumps everywhere as they kissed like that.
"I don't have anything to use," Aidan said softly, his eyes still shining. "To fuck you," he added in a small voice. "I should just let you sleep."
"Let me sleep?" Heathcliff grabbed Aidan fast. "I believe we need to improvise a little. That is all."
"Improvise?" Aidan cocked his head to one side. "What do you mean?"
"It means," Heathcliff caressed his lover's beautiful lips slowly, "that you should just make it wet enough."
Aidan laughed, but Heathcliff was quick to push his fingers into his mouth. Without any other hint, Aidan began to lick them, his sultry eyes a sufficient indication about how much he wanted it.
Had he not been so spent, Heathcliff would have felt his cock getting hard again. For now, he had to deal with the small shivers of pleasure Aidan's tongue wrapping skillfully against his fingers ignited in him over and over.
"It might be a start," he said, and his voice sounded deep, like no other time before.
He moved enough so that he could start working on himself. But Aidan didn't look like he wanted to sit idle, and he let himself sink lower until he reached the new object of his interest. Heathcliff bit back a small moan, as Aidan put, again, his mouth, lips, and tongue, to good use.
"Are you sure this will be enough?" Aidan asked, sounding hopeful and innocent, through the short slurping sounds he was making while rimming Heathcliff.
"If you don't fuck me now, I might have to hold it against you, bunny boy," Heathcliff replied.
Aidan laughed, and this time, he hesitated no more. He stood up enough so that he could make their bodies connect in the most intimate of ways. Heathcliff keep himself from hissing as the expected stinging sensation appeared, and encouraged Aidan by grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
He planted the other hand on Aidan's ass, making him sink deeper into his body. Even if it hurt a little, it was nothing he couldn't deal with. He had an inkling he would get used to having his future husband doing that to him quite often.
"Heath, I don't think I can last," Aidan whispered between gasps and moans, as soon as Heathcliff let him breathe. "Is it okay if I come? And if I do it inside?"
"You don't have to ask me that," Heathcliff said softly. "Do it like you mean it, Aidan."
Aidan buried his head into the crook of Heathcliff's shoulder as he moved faster, erratically, a clear sign he was close. Heathcliff helped him over the edge by moving his fingers to push past the ring of Aidan's backdoor. Although only half-aroused, he felt Aidan's climax as it was his own.
For long moments, they just stood there, connected, both physically and emotionally.
"Can I just sleep here?" Aidan asked.
"As long as you don't fear your mother as much as you told me," Heathcliff replied, laughing softly.
"I'll think of something to tell her in the morning. Or sneak into my room before dawn," Aidan said, his words followed by a loud yawn.
"Good idea," Heathcliff said and placed a small kiss on Aidan's sweaty forehead.
"Which one?" Aidan asked.
Heathcliff wanted to make a joke, but just two seconds later, Aidan's soft snoring stopped him. They would just figure out things as they went.
TBC
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