another. It was Aaron , Quinn reminded himself. Big, goofy Aaron, who caught spiders and put them outside instead of squishing them. Just Aaron. But Quinn’s skin tingled in an unfamiliar if not totally unpleasant way as the hair on his back and arms stood up on end. And his cock got a little bit harder.
“Put your arms out to the sides,” Aaron ordered, and after Quinn obeyed, Aaron closed the remaining space between them. He stood close but didn’t touch, and again he was inspecting Quinn, as if looking for more damage. He lifted one hand and brushed his fingertips along the scratches on Quinn’s neck, and Quinn forced himself to stay still, to not move away from the tickling or toward the warmth. He did tilt his head a little to give Aaron more room when he leaned in and gently kissed each of the long, shallow scratches, and Aaron either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. “You’re beautiful,” Aaron whispered.
But then he stepped away. That wasn’t at all what Quinn had been hoping for, but he managed to maintain his discipline and kept his feet still, his arms stretched out to the sides. Aaron smiled and reached out to run his fingers along the waistband of Quinn’s jeans, just skimming the flesh before moving upward, underneath the fabric of Quinn’s T-shirt. Aaron’s fingers were cool against Quinn’s warm skin, and when Aaron curled his hands so that his nails scratched a little, Quinn could feel the goose bumps rising.
Aaron shifted around and brought his other hand into play, pulling Quinn’s shirt up and over his head while his hands were still in the sleeves. “Stand still,” Aaron said, and he moved around until he was behind Quinn. “You still trust me?” he asked.
“Absolutely.”
Aaron kissed the back of Quinn’s neck before he twisted the T-shirt, knotting it around itself until it turned into a tight band holding Quinn’s arms behind his back. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Quinn agreed. It was. He’d had bad experiences with this sort of thing, but none of that mattered, because this was Aaron. And letting himself be made helpless was fine , now, because he knew that Aaron wouldn’t hurt him. Not on purpose, at least.
Aaron was tracing the muscles of Quinn’s back, and as always, he bent to gently kiss the two long scars that marred the skin there. There wasn’t actually much sensation left in the scar tissue, but Quinn appreciated the thought. He appreciated it even more when Aaron’s hands snuck around Quinn’s waist and ran down over the denim covering his hard cock. “You like this?” Aaron asked, his lips close to Quinn’s ear.
“I like you .”
“I want to do more—okay?”
If Aaron kept whispering like that, so close that his lips brushed Quinn’s earlobe and sent shivers down his spine, he could do whatever the hell he wanted, but it probably wasn’t part of the game for Quinn to be quite that enthusiastic. “Okay,” he said instead.
Aaron shifted away, and Quinn would have been disappointed except that he soon realized Aaron was shedding a layer of clothing, which could only be good. Aaron tossed his suit jacket toward the couch and it landed perfectly on the seat; on a normal night there would have been gloating about that, but this night, Aaron’s attention was apparently elsewhere. Quinn heard the rustle of fabric behind him, and then a blue stripe appeared in front of his eyes. Aaron’s tie, held between Aaron’s two strong hands, and moving toward Quinn’s eyes. He kept perfectly still as Aaron wrapped the fabric carefully around his head, covering his eyes, then tied it snuggly, but not tight. “Okay?”
“Yeah, Aaron, it’s okay.” Quinn would have felt better if he hadn’t heard the slight tremor in his voice, and even better if he could have fooled himself into believing that Aaron hadn’t heard it.
Aaron was beside Quinn in a heartbeat, and he pushed up the cloth over one of Quinn’s eyes to look at him more closely. “You’re sure? We
“Put your arms out to the sides,” Aaron ordered, and after Quinn obeyed, Aaron closed the remaining space between them. He stood close but didn’t touch, and again he was inspecting Quinn, as if looking for more damage. He lifted one hand and brushed his fingertips along the scratches on Quinn’s neck, and Quinn forced himself to stay still, to not move away from the tickling or toward the warmth. He did tilt his head a little to give Aaron more room when he leaned in and gently kissed each of the long, shallow scratches, and Aaron either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. “You’re beautiful,” Aaron whispered.
But then he stepped away. That wasn’t at all what Quinn had been hoping for, but he managed to maintain his discipline and kept his feet still, his arms stretched out to the sides. Aaron smiled and reached out to run his fingers along the waistband of Quinn’s jeans, just skimming the flesh before moving upward, underneath the fabric of Quinn’s T-shirt. Aaron’s fingers were cool against Quinn’s warm skin, and when Aaron curled his hands so that his nails scratched a little, Quinn could feel the goose bumps rising.
Aaron shifted around and brought his other hand into play, pulling Quinn’s shirt up and over his head while his hands were still in the sleeves. “Stand still,” Aaron said, and he moved around until he was behind Quinn. “You still trust me?” he asked.
“Absolutely.”
Aaron kissed the back of Quinn’s neck before he twisted the T-shirt, knotting it around itself until it turned into a tight band holding Quinn’s arms behind his back. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Quinn agreed. It was. He’d had bad experiences with this sort of thing, but none of that mattered, because this was Aaron. And letting himself be made helpless was fine , now, because he knew that Aaron wouldn’t hurt him. Not on purpose, at least.
Aaron was tracing the muscles of Quinn’s back, and as always, he bent to gently kiss the two long scars that marred the skin there. There wasn’t actually much sensation left in the scar tissue, but Quinn appreciated the thought. He appreciated it even more when Aaron’s hands snuck around Quinn’s waist and ran down over the denim covering his hard cock. “You like this?” Aaron asked, his lips close to Quinn’s ear.
“I like you .”
“I want to do more—okay?”
If Aaron kept whispering like that, so close that his lips brushed Quinn’s earlobe and sent shivers down his spine, he could do whatever the hell he wanted, but it probably wasn’t part of the game for Quinn to be quite that enthusiastic. “Okay,” he said instead.
Aaron shifted away, and Quinn would have been disappointed except that he soon realized Aaron was shedding a layer of clothing, which could only be good. Aaron tossed his suit jacket toward the couch and it landed perfectly on the seat; on a normal night there would have been gloating about that, but this night, Aaron’s attention was apparently elsewhere. Quinn heard the rustle of fabric behind him, and then a blue stripe appeared in front of his eyes. Aaron’s tie, held between Aaron’s two strong hands, and moving toward Quinn’s eyes. He kept perfectly still as Aaron wrapped the fabric carefully around his head, covering his eyes, then tied it snuggly, but not tight. “Okay?”
“Yeah, Aaron, it’s okay.” Quinn would have felt better if he hadn’t heard the slight tremor in his voice, and even better if he could have fooled himself into believing that Aaron hadn’t heard it.
Aaron was beside Quinn in a heartbeat, and he pushed up the cloth over one of Quinn’s eyes to look at him more closely. “You’re sure? We
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