"Ready," he said, turning to Rocky and heading out of the room.
Rocky nodded to a door on his left and told Aiden, "That's a full bathroom. There's an extra toothbrush and some new travel toothpastes under the sink. Towels are in that closet," he said, indicating a door right next to the bathroom. “This is my room."
Rocky opened the only door on his right and gestured inside. Aiden peeked in and finally relaxed. Here in this room were at least a few hints of who Rocky was. A writing desk was on one wall near a gorgeous oak dresser. Along the opposite wall was a wingback chair, sitting in its seat a stuffed dolphin that looked well worn and sad to be all alone. A massive bed sat dead-center on the main wall, positioned perfectly under a large window with the heavy curtains pulled open. There still wasn't much but at least this room felt like it was lived in.
"Let me get you a nightshirt. You need to get some sleep." Rocky pulled a large shirt from the second drawer of the dresser and brought it to Aiden. "Do you need any help?"
So much of Aiden wanted to scream "yes!" but did he need help, really? He wanted to get lost inside himself and have someone else take over. He wanted to sit back and know someone else had it handled. He wanted to drown in the security of knowing he could let go of everything and not give it another thought because someone had it all under control. The key word there was wanted. He wanted all of that with every fiber of his being, but he didn't need it. He'd been taking care of himself for years.
As if he could read Aiden's thoughts, Rocky amended, "Let me rephrase, would you like some help?"
Aiden almost whimpered with the strength of his desire to accept and yet, still he remained quiet. He didn't move, hoping Rocky would understand. Aiden had trouble voicing his desires. He had trouble admitting his needs. He wanted something but he didn't know how to make himself admit it.
To Aiden's great relief, Rocky took his hand and led him from the room. “Come on, baby boy. Let's get you ready for bed."
Aiden followed willingly as his heart raced. He couldn't count the times he'd dreamed a similar scenario to this, and here he was about to live it. Rocky D'Angelo taking control and taking care of him.
He first led Aiden back to the bathroom where he found the toothbrush and toothpaste. Rocky wet the brush and added the paste before handing it to Aiden.
"Two full minutes and be sure to get your back teeth."
Why was it so hot that Rocky had reminded him like that? Shrugging off the wondering, he got to work as Rocky started the shower, adjusting the temperature until he was satisfied. After rinsing his mouth and the brush, Aiden expected that Rocky would leave the room and let him shower but that wasn't what happened. Rocky took Aiden by the shoulders and gently turned Aiden to face him. He took the nightshirt from Aiden's grip and slowly, giving Aiden plenty of time to object, Rocky reached for the hem of Aiden's shirt.
"Arms up, baby," he instructed as he slowly raised the shirt up and off of Aiden's body. Aiden couldn't unhear the surprised gasp, or unsee the heat in Rocky's eyes as he took in Aiden's form.
Rocky was much bigger and much stronger, which made Aiden feel Little and protected, but Aiden tried to keep himself in shape as well. He didn't have the massive muscles that many of his brothers had but he wasn't nearly as scrawny as he'd been at one time. Apparently, Rocky liked what he saw and Aiden found himself nervous for the next step. There would be no way to hide his reaction to Rocky once the man removed his pants. He glanced down and encountered a clear outline of an erection. Then again, he obviously wasn't the only one affected. Maybe he didn't want to hide his reaction anymore.
Chapter Six
Rocky
Jesus, he was beautiful. Shoulders just this side of broad, tapering down to a slim waist. Aiden had a runner's build that had Rocky barely resisting the urge to lick his lips. He did his best not to drool or stare too much but the simple fact of the matter was that Aiden was what Rocky's dreams were made of. Steeling himself against his own desires, he reached for the button of Aiden’s jeans.
Aiden had not had the best of days and the last thing he needed was Rocky mauling him. What Aiden needed was someone to put his needs ahead of their own and right now, Aiden needed a shower and a good night's sleep. Rocky needed to make sure that he hadn't suffered anything more than a bump on the head. So far, Aiden hadn't shown any signs of it being anything worse, but Rocky wasn't ready to let down his guard yet.
With every speck of self-restraint in him, Rocky managed to remove Aiden's jeans and help him into the shower without giving in to the temptation offered by Aiden's fully-erect, mouth-watering—even through his underwear—cock. "I'll be right back with a washcloth and towel," Rocky told him as he shut the shower door and headed to the hall.
Rocky took a moment to collect himself, bracing his hands on the hallway wall and hanging his head as he breathed deeply, counted, and tried to think of anything that wasn't sexy. Unfortunately, the only thing in Rocky's mind was Aiden and there was absolutely no doubt that the boy was sexy as all hell.
Shit.
Aiden
The water sluiced down his body and helped his muscles relax. One by one, knots he wasn't even aware were there eased under the intense pressure of the water. Aiden realized that Rocky had set the showerhead to massage and silently sent thanks to the man. Rocky had known what Aiden needed when Aiden hadn't even known himself.
Aiden tried to clear his mind of the desire he'd seen in Rocky's eyes. His attempt to stop trying to figure out why Rocky hadn't acted on that desire was as futile as getting his own desire to go from an inferno to a simmer. Every thought in Aiden's head centered around the things he wished Rocky would do to him. Delicious, naughty things. Things that would be illegal in some states. There was no doubt in Aiden's mind that Rocky wanted Aiden as much as Aiden wanted him. Which brought him back around to the question of why he hadn't acted on it. Why not just remove the last obstacle and do what they both so obviously wanted?
Aiden was straightforward. In almost everything, he said what he meant, and meant what he said. If there was something he wanted to do, he did it. If he didn't do it, it was for a valid reason. If there was something he wanted to say, in most cases he said it. Which was why it frustrated him so much that when he was in his Middle headspace, or in a sexual situation, he couldn't seem to voice his wants and desires. That wasn't who he was outside of those occasions. Adult Aiden was a straight shooter. He was honest to a fault, oftentimes coming across as rude or insensitive because of the matter-of-fact way he spoke. He didn't talk much because he didn't have anything to say and didn't see a point in filling the air with senseless chatter. All of this made it difficult to understand what was happening in Rocky's head that would make him ignore his obvious desire.
Aiden jumped when the shower door opened again and Rocky handed him a washcloth. Distracted by the square of white fabric, it wasn't until Rocky stepped into the shower that Aiden realized Rocky was naked. The washcloth fell to the tiled floor with a plop as Aiden's knees went weak, his heart rate sped up, and his breathing grew uneven. He remembered thinking that Rocky had a form that should be a statue, but Aiden now knew exactly how on the mark he'd been. Rocky was muscled, his hair-covered chest defined with pecs of granite and abs of steel. Somehow, though, he managed to have a softer area in his core that seemed like the perfect place for Aiden to lay his head. Everything about Rocky was absolute perfection. Perfection that was within reach, and Aiden's fingers were itching to touch. He'd never been one to be able to voice what he wanted but somehow, Aiden knew that if there was anyone he'd work to overcome that for, it was Rocky D'Angelo.
Rocky
One of the things Rocky usually loved about men was that there was no mistaking whether a guy wanted him or not. It wasn't always so clear whether they wanted to want him, but he was able to spot their desire pretty quickly. It made the guessing game a whole lot easier to win. He wasn't so sure he loved that particular perk so much in that moment, however. Everything about Aiden was screaming, "Take me, I'm yours!"
Aiden wasn't his, though. Not officially, and even though he was obviously more than a little interested, Rocky had already decided to give the other man what he needed, despite what either of them might want. Seeing the evidence that his desire for Aiden was returned was making Rocky's battle to keep his self-control all the more difficult.
Somehow, Rocky managed to lean down and pick up the cloth Aiden had dropped, reach behind him without touching him, and get the soap from the shelf in the corner. He leaned close to Aiden's ear and whispered, "Mind out of the gutter, baby boy. Turn around so Daddy can wash your back."
