“About what?”
“That you just like me for my ass.”
RJ barked out a laugh. “Baby, I like you for so much more than your ass. Though I admit it was the first thing that got my attention way back when…” He cleared his throat and grew serious. “Is this because I suggested not getting together tonight?”
“Maybe.”
“Mmm. How about I come over there and prove to you how much I don’t need your ass to enjoy being with you?”
“I thought you needed to stay home with your family?”
“They’ve all gone to bed. Give me twenty minutes.”
“You don’t have to—”
“Be ready, Mr. Danvers. I’m going to show you just how good it can be tonotget fucked.”
Aaron shivered as the call was disconnected. He wondered if he should do something to prepare, like clean Constance’s litter box, or shower, but in the end, he simply lay in bed staring at the ceiling with a half-hard cock and a lot of ideas of what RJ might do to him when he arrived.
Which he did, exactly twenty-four minutes later.
Aaron shuffled down the hall in his pajama bottoms to let him in. Constance, asleep in the kitchen sink, woke enough to yowl and storm into the bathroom to scratch at her scratching pad.
“Hey,” RJ said, coming in from outside smelling of snow, which had started to drift down again. Aaron wondered if it would stick. “You look good, Mr. Danvers.” He tweaked Aaron’s nipples with cold fingers. “Let me get out of these clothes and then we’ll get on with the not-fucking, all right?”
Aaron chuckled, helping RJ off with his coat and smiling as RJ kicked his shoes off by the rack at the door. Then he took RJ’s hand and led him back toward the bedroom, with RJ losing his shirt, socks, and pants along the way. He wore no underwear at all, and his cock was half-hard too.
Aaron brought him to a halt by the bed, his heart hammering and his dick rising slowly up. RJ took it in hand and held it loosely. He bent low and kissed Aaron’s neck. “Sorry, baby. But this isn’t going to get you anywhere.”
Confused, Aaron let RJ push him down on the bed. “Get under the covers. It’s late. We need our sleep.”
“What are you doing?” Aaron asked as RJ went around to the other side of the bed and got in.
“Not fucking you.”
“But… There are other things we could do?”
“There are. And I love doing them. But not tonight,” RJ said with a smile. “I wouldn’t want you to think I’m into you only for your body. I mean, the orgasms are impressive—best I’ve ever had—but I wouldn’t want you to feel used, Mr. Danvers.”
“I don’t feel used,” Aaron gasped, sliding up next to RJ and pressing their naked bodies together. He reached down to touch RJ’s cock and was relieved to find it hard.
“Uh-uh-uh,” RJ tutted. “That’s a no. No sex tonight.”
“Did you come here to torture me?” Aaron asked, his cock throbbing now that he was being denied relief.
“I came here to love you,” RJ whispered. “Come here.” He opened his arms and drew Aaron close, pressing Aaron’s head to his chest and wrapping their legs together. He gripped Aaron harder with his thigh when Aaron tried to hump against him. “My mother says that trust is love. What do you think of that?”
“I don’t know,” Aaron said breathlessly. “I hadn’t ever thought about it before.”
“I don’t think you could love someone you didn’t trust,” RJ said thoughtfully, his fingers skimming up and down Aaron’s back, making him shiver and ache. “But could you trust someone you didn’t love?”
“I don’t know. It seems likely that if you trusted someone, truly trusted them, then you’d feel some affection for them,” Aaron said, thinking of his mother and how much he didn’t trust her. Did that mean he didn’t love her, either? “Please let me touch your cock.”
“No,” RJ said firmly. “Roll over and turn the lamp out. We should sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I want you to help me feel better.”
RJ rolled over on top of Aaron, pushing his hard cock against Aaron’s stomach and shoving Aaron’s hands into the mattress. “I’m in charge here, and you’ll come when I tell you to come. That won’t be tonight.”
