But it was time for it to be over now.
RJ strolled down the hall toward him, obviously planning to follow him into the bathroom.
“I think you should go,” Aaron said, trying to keep his voice calm, to not let the morning-after, how’s-this-gonna-end-now? panic leak through. But his voice still trembled, and he hoped RJ thought it was just usual morning frogginess, and not indicative of the weird, unnerved feeling in his stomach that he couldn’t put a name on.
He didn’t wait to see RJ’s expression, ducking into the bathroom quickly.
Constance was curled up in the sink, sound asleep and adorable. She opened one annoyed eye when he began to relieve himself in the toilet. As he pissed, RJ appeared in the doorway. Aaron didn’t meet his gaze, but he found the annoyance he needed to harden his voice. “I mean now. You need to go now.”
“Sure. I’ll piss on the sidewalk I guess,” RJ said, a flint in his tone that made Aaron wince.
“Fuck. Sorry. Just…” He shook the last drops from his cock and motioned at the toilet. “Go right ahead. I have to hop in the shower.”
Embarrassment heated his skin at what a rude dick he was being. He didn’tdothis morning-after thing. Any of it. Ever. He got fucked and got out. That’s the way he always did it. He hated this jittery, confused feeling.
“I’d let you take a shower too,” he lied. “But I really have to get out of here and—”
“And I need to go now. Got it.”
RJ sounded hurt, but he obviously wasn’t going to push it, and Aaron didn’t have time to be sweet. Especially when this, whatever this was, could never happen again. It’d been hot. Wild. Perfect.
But no.
Aaron wasn’t able to be in a relationship. Not with his current job situation—issues with his principal, that pesky black mark on his record… And, besides, RJ had made it clear that commitment wasn’t his style. It was best to call it quits straight away. Put the entire thing in the past. RJ would remain forever a fond memory of the hottest night of his life. And he’d hopefully be the same to RJ—a long-time fantasy come true.
Aaron started the shower over the sound of RJ’s piss hitting his own in the toilet. When the water was the right temperature, he ducked under the stream, soaping up quickly. “Listen, I’m not trying to be an asshole. Really.”
“I know. You’re late.” RJ flushed the toilet and must have dislodged Constance because she meowed in irritation. The sink water ran, and Aaron peeked out to see that RJ was washing his hands.
Aaron ducked back behind the curtain before their eyes could meet, his heart lurching. RJ was still naked, and he looked so vulnerable in the cold light of the bathroom. Not too young, necessarily, but too human. Shockingly so.
Aaron soaped up more, a new kind of regret he didn’t understand filling him.
The shower curtain jerked back, exposing RJ in his entire naked beauty. He didn’t get in, though. He just stared at Aaron like he was memorizing him, and then he smiled. “I just wanted to thank you again, Mr. Danvers.” He gave Aaron another long up and down and added, “That was the best night of my life. The hottest for sure.”
Aaron swallowed, his cock rising treacherously at RJ’s heated gaze and sly smile. “Well, like we said last night, merry Christmas, right?”
“Yeah. Merry Christmas, Mr. Danvers.” He reached out and ran his index finger up the underside of Aaron’s cock, causing it to fully harden in one sweet swipe. Then he brought the same index finger to Aaron’s chin and lifted it until Aaron reluctantly met RJ’s gaze. “I’m in town until after the New Year. Does your phone have a password?”
“Yeah.”
RJ released his chin and grabbed the phone from the counter. He held it out. Aaron stepped out of the shower stream and took it. “What?”
“Put your password in.”
“Why?”
“I’m putting my number in your phone. You’ll text or call me when you’re ready to do this again.”
Aaron’s throat clicked. “I don’t—”
“Don’t make a liar out of yourself.”
Aaron put in the password, not really sure why he was obeying.
RJ plucked the phone from his hand, thumbed at the screen, and then put it on the counter. He leaned into the shower to kiss Aaron. His breath was sour, but Aaron didn’t care. He wanted to dive into RJ’s arms and let him draw all of those hot noises and even hotter feelings from his body again.
RJ broke away first. “Bye, Mr. Danvers,” he whispered.
