Part of him wanted to ask. Most of him didn’t want to know. Better to think that this was a hopeful sign, that Aaron had realized that he wanted to be around Brad. So Brad gave himself over, pushing Aaron onto his back, then hooking his hands around the back of Aaron’s knees and pushing them up to his chest.
Now Aaron was the one who was trapped, tangled up in Brad’s hands and his own pants. For just a moment, Brad looked into Aaron’s eyes, just checking to make sure that this was really okay, but he saw nothing but raw, urgent need there.
So he gripped his sheathed cock in his hand, positioned himself, and then pushed. Just like that, he slid deep inside of Aaron, and it seemed like the younger man was welcoming him inside, trying to draw him deeper.
Not since the first time had this been done with so much passion, so much need. Neither of them was even fully undressed, and Aaron kept his grip on Brad’s tie, holding him in place just as much as Brad was holding Aaron. Using each other’s clothing like they could somehow keep the other from leaving.
Or maybe that was just him.
Plunging, thrusting, Brad made sure to ram himself right against Aaron’s prostate. With how hot this was, how sparks seemed to be flying from his body to Aaron’s and back again, there was no way that Brad would be able to keep himself from spilling deep inside Aaron, filling the condom. He was going to bring Aaron right along with him, though.
In the end, they came within seconds of each other. Aaron gave a soft, but desperate, little cry, and his body convulsed, his inner walls gripping Brad in a grip that was almost painful as the young man spilled his fluids onto his stomach.
Brad was just half a step later, and as he came, he wanted to kiss Aaron, but the other man’s legs were arranged so that they were in the way. So instead, though it was the last thing in the world that he wanted to do, he pulled out, still shaking from the orgasm.
It had been as good as ever, physically speaking, but when Brad had dealt with the condom and turned back to bed, he saw that Aaron was already lying sprawled out on the bed, naked except for a sheet wrapped around him.
So much for talking. Brad softly sighed as he lay down on his side, looking at Aaron, this confusing, unpredictable man. Somehow, Aaron had used sex to drive a wedge further between them. Brad was almost sure of it.
What he wasn’t sure of was what he was going to do about it. Even though he stayed up for a long time, gazing at Aaron’s sleeping profile and thinking about it, he didn’t find any answers.
