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  “I’ll come over around noon, then,” Aaron said.

  “Sounds good.”

  Chapter Four

  Aaron fell gratefully onto the plush sofa. He took a moment to breathe and enjoy relaxing the muscles of his back. He’d been crouched over equipment for the last few hours. Before that, he and Ki had manhandled tons of new furniture into place. Ki, Aaron found out when he arrived, had decided to kill two birds with one stone and had arranged for new living room furniture to arrive just before Aaron. The result was fabulous. The living room had a cathedral ceiling, so the dark, plush green of the sectional couch didn’t make the room look too small. Two beautifully intricate Oriental rugs now covered the glossy hardwood floor. A coffee table and four matching chairs made up the rest of the furniture. The electronics had all been destined for the wall of shelves Ki had commissioned a few weeks ago.

  Aaron lay back and admired his handiwork. The television was suspended in the largest space. The cabinet beneath it was open to display the DVD player, VCR ‑‑ Ki insisted ‑‑ stereo receiver, amplifier, and hi-fi. Around the room, at least twelve speakers were carefully arranged to make the place in which Aaron lay the sweet spot for sound. He inspected the remote he had propped on his chest and used his thumb to punch a sequence of numbers. The haunting strains of Ella Fitzgerald oozed into the room. He smiled and closed his eyes. It worked.

  After a few moments, he heard Ki pad into the room. He opened his eyes to see the man behind the couch, leaning on the back of it. Smiling. He wore long cargo shorts and no shirt. In the golden light streaming from the bay window, his lean, muscled torso fairly gleamed. He must have cleaned up some because the last Aaron had seen him, he’d been sweaty. His gold hair was damp. “Sounds great.”

  Aaron hummed happily, closing his eyes again. He didn’t hear Ki move, but next thing he knew, his feet were lifted. He opened his eyes to watch Ki sit on the couch beside him. Ki placed Aaron’s feet on his thighs.

  Before Aaron could protest, Ki reached over and plucked the remote out of his hands. “Does the TV work, too?”

  “Yeah. Just ‑‑”

  Ki held his legs when he would have moved them, darting a quick glare his way. “Stay where you are.” He squeezed Aaron’s shin for good measure. Since Aaron was wearing shorts, he had to concentrate on not moaning at the feel of Ki’s hands on him. “How do you work this thing?”

  “If you let me sit up, I’ll show you.”

  Instead, Ki leaned over. The end result tucked his sleekly muscled body between Aaron and the back of the couch. Again Aaron tried to move, but this time Ki grabbed his waist to keep him securely close. Aaron didn’t know if he was just hypersensitive to the man’s touch, but his hand felt incredibly hot even through Aaron’s thin t-shirt. Aaron now recognized the scent of Ki’s sandalwood soap, and it mixed with the musky smell of the man and made Aaron’s head reel.

  As if they weren’t in a nearly intimate position, Ki held the remote over Aaron’s chest. “Show me.”

  Swallowing, Aaron took the remote. Surprisingly, his hands were steady as he pointed the device at the hi-fi and showed Ki how to turn on and off the various components of the system. He could put the heat of the man beside him to the back of his mind in favor of explaining how the device worked. His excitement blinded him to the fact that Ki was watching him and not what he was doing. That is, until he turned back and stopped, mid-sentence, to find Ki’s face hovering over his, eyes half-lidded and a warm grin on his lips.

  “What?” Aaron swallowed over his squeaky voice.

  “You’re so excited.”

  “Well, uh ... it is exciting.” Aaron realized now that he was without his glasses. They sat on a shelf across the room. It was amazing how the removal of that slim, useless barrier brought his defenses down. He felt laid bare before Ki’s glance and didn’t quite know what to do with the attention.

  Ki’s grin kicked up a notch. Aaron’s eyes went wide when he felt Ki’s hand lightly rubbing his belly through his t-shirt. When had that happened?

  “It is,” Ki admitted, his black gaze roaming fondly over Aaron’s face. “You’re so beautiful when you’re excited.”

  Aaron’s jaw fell open.

  Ki chuckled. “And when you’re embarrassed and caught off guard.” The hand on Aaron’s belly trailed up his chest, then lifted so Ki could use those beautiful fingers to brush red bangs from Aaron’s face. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

  Aaron’s mouth worked, but no sound emerged. He could only stare into that gorgeous face and vainly attempt to process the words that spilled from those softly rounded lips.

  Ki cupped Aaron’s chin with his fingers, gently stopping its motion. His gaze focused on Aaron’s parted lips. Aaron had all the time in the world to watch Ki’s head descend. To see damp, dark blond hair fall forward over closing black eyes. To feel Ki’s warm breath when it gently caressed his lips. He’s going to kiss me, he had time to think. Stop him! The order sounded in his head, but it never reached his lips. Either that, or his lips had a mind of their own. So did his neck, since it tilted slightly to tip his jaw at a better angle to meet Ki’s kiss.

  It was a simple meeting of lips, both pairs slightly open so their breath mingled. Ki’s lips brushed Aaron’s once, twice, again and again, each soft touch a lure until Aaron was unconsciously matching Ki’s rhythm and bobbing his chin slightly to keep up. Once he had him, Ki slid his fingers deep into Aaron’s hair, cradling and holding his skull as he deepened the kiss. Aaron started, his hand moving up to grip Ki’s wrist. But any thought of ripping away from Ki melted at the onslaught of the tongue that slipped into his mouth. Aaron’s protest turned into a moan.

  The spell broke when Ki threw his leg over Aaron’s thighs and twisted so that he was full frontal on top of Aaron. The feel of that hot, bare chest pressed to his through the thin layer of t-shirt, the unmistakable feel of a hard cock against his, even through the fabric of both of their shorts, was too much. Aaron finally dropped the remote with a thump on the floor and scrabbled until both his palms were flat against Ki’s chest. Unintentionally, he brushed a nipple, which caused Ki to groan and increase the pressure of the kiss.

  Aaron whimpered, pushing, until Ki finally relented and raised his head. Just his head. “What?”

  Aaron gasped, trying to hear over his pounding heart. “Stop!”

  “Why?”

  “We can’t ... I mean, I’m not ...”

  “Stop wiggling. You’re not what? Gay?”

  That was yet to be determined, but it sounded good. “Yeah.”

  “No sweat. Neither am I.”

  “Stop!” Aaron slapped a hand over the lips Ki started to descend on his again. He stared into Ki’s intense black eyes, breathing hard. “I don’t want this.”

  Ki backed off a little more, a skeptical curl to his moistened, slightly kiss-swollen lips. “Liar.” Ki rocked his hips against Aaron’s, causing the redhead to bite his lips over a moan. “Your dick tells me you want this plenty bad.”

  “But ... What do you mean, you’re not gay?”

  Ki smiled, adjusting to a firmer hold on Aaron’s squirming body. “Man. Woman. Doesn’t matter to me, as long as the heat’s there. And, Red, we’ve got heat.”

  Aaron pushed again. The man was strong! “No, we don’t!”

  Ki rolled his eyes. “You learn to read people in the boardroom, and believe me, you’re an easy read. Don’t think I’ve missed all the signs. You go nuts when I touch you.”

  Aaron scowled. “I do not.”

  Ki touched the tip of his nose to the tip of Aaron’s, rubbing them together. “And don’t try to tell me that you don’t like kissing me.”

  “I don’t.” The denial came through panic, not through rational thought.

  Ki tugged at his hair, a small punishment. “Don’t lie to me. Or lie to yourself. You want me bad. And, beautiful, I’m more than happy to give.”

  Aaron sagged, his hands now clutching at Ki’s shoulders rather than
shoving. “But ...”

  Ki tenderly kissed the arch of Aaron’s right brow. “But what?”

  “You want me?”

  Lips brushed the corner of Aaron’s mouth. “Oh, yeah.”

  “But all this time ...”

  “All this time, I’ve backed off because I got the clear impression that this was new to you. Am I wrong?”

  “No.”

  “Right. I wanted to give you the chance to get to know me.”

  “From the beginning?”

  “Pretty much.”

  Ki nibbled softly at the curve of Aaron’s jaw, his breath caressing the redhead’s neck just below his ear. “But I can’t take it anymore. I need to have you.”

  Aaron shuddered when Ki’s teeth closed gently but firmly on his neck. Yoshiki, his brain murmured as Ki’s lips closed the seal. The suction as he drew in made Aaron moan and clench at the other man’s shoulders. The words “need to have you” followed that terribly erotic name in Aaron’s bewildered mind, releasing his reluctance in a rush of desire. He wanted the man, but was he prepared for what that meant?

  One of Ki’s hands slid from underneath Aaron to tug up his t-shirt. Ki’s lips reclaimed Aaron’s again as that hand slid over bare skin. Aaron gave up the fight entirely and wrapped his arms around Ki’s neck, sucking in the tongue that pushed into his mouth. It was Ki’s turn to moan. When Ki rocked his hips against Aaron’s again, Aaron met the move, bending his knees to make his groin more of a cradle for Ki.

  Ki broke from the kiss with a sharp inhalation. Aaron panted, eyes closed and bearings shot. Ki shifted lower, pushing Aaron’s t-shirt up to his armpits. Aaron gasped when Ki’s tongue teased his taut nipple. Ki scraped his nails lightly down Aaron’s torso, making the redhead quiver; then he followed the movement at a more leisurely pace with his lips and tongue. Aaron’s legs moved at Ki’s command, adjusting so that when the blond finally backed away far enough, he ended up kneeling between Aaron’s thighs.

  Green eyes met black over the length of Aaron’s bare torso. Ki grinned, hooking his fingers in the waistband of both Aaron’s shorts and the underwear beneath. Aaron bit his lip but didn’t protest, which only made Ki’s grin grow. Ki pulled the clothing out and carefully down, encouraging Aaron’s dick to nudge free of its confines and lay red and hard against his naturally hairless belly. Ki hummed his appreciation, but took the time to fully remove Aaron’s shorts and underwear before settling down on knees and elbows between Aaron’s thighs.

  “Ki?”

  Ki dragged his tongue up the crease between thigh and groin before he looked up at Aaron’s face. “Aaron.”

  “I ...”

  One dark eyebrow arched a question, but when Aaron couldn’t form words, Ki’s smile warmed. “Don’t worry about a thing, beautiful. Just enjoy.” He glanced down at the twitching dick lying before him. “I will.”

  Aaron clutched the couch beneath him. Ki lowered his head. This time he dragged the flat of his tongue up Aaron’s cock from base to tip. Aaron cried out, instinctively arching off the couch. Ki chuckled, grabbing hold of his hips to press them back down before he repeated the lick. Aaron had never felt anything more heavenly. Long before Ki suckled the tip into his mouth, Aaron’s eyes closed and his brain scattered into a million pieces.

  “Yoshiki,” he moaned, hardly aware that he used Ki’s full name. But the effect on Ki was immediately apparent. The blond growled softly, fingers clutching Aaron’s hips. Because Aaron’s dick was shoved deep in Ki’s mouth at the time, the rumbling made him cry the man’s full name again. Suction. Pure, raw, head-bobbing suction in a relentless, unending rhythm. Wonderful. Horrible. “Ki, I’m ... I can’t hold ...”

  His dick popped briefly out of Ki’s wet mouth to allow him to snap, “Do it.” Then it was back. The sucking. The pure heaven. The maddening push until Aaron could no longer control it. His balls drew up, his hips fought Ki’s hold, and with one agonized scream, he came in Ki’s suckling, swallowing mouth.

  Aaron stared at the ceiling, panting, unable to believe what had just happened. He felt Ki kissing his way up Aaron’s belly, his chest, his neck, until finally that golden head appeared above him, grinning.

  “I love when you say my full name like that.”

  Aaron laughed breathlessly. “I got that impression.”

  Ki kissed him briefly. “Will you do it when I’m inside you?”

  Aaron’s eyes went wide. He swallowed. Ki watched him, waiting. He knew this was as close as Ki would get to asking permission. He could say no now, but he wasn’t sure either that Ki would stop the pursuit or that he wanted Ki to stop the pursuit.

  He bit his lip. And nodded.

  Ki slid his arms around Aaron and pulled him up so they were kneeling on the couch. He held Aaron close, kissing him soundly. When Aaron was pliant in his arms ‑‑ not long at all ‑‑ he pulled away and stepped from the couch. His hands slid down Aaron’s arms, and he stepped backward, drawing Aaron off the couch. Aaron’s t-shirt fell down from his armpits, which reminded him to glance down at himself. He blushed at the sight of his cock bobbing semi-hard underneath the hem of the shirt. Ki laughed and drew him further into the house, firmly keeping him from reaching for his shorts.

  They reached the bedroom without a word exchanged. Aaron didn’t know what to say, and Ki didn’t seem to feel the need for small talk. Ki drew Aaron up to him when they stood at the side of the bed and kissed him, this time adding the distraction of hands squeezing his buttocks, fingers delving partially into the crack.

  Ki drew up, smiling down at Aaron’s flushed face. “I’ll do everything I can not to hurt you, but you’ve got to trust me and relax.” One hand lifted to brush the bangs clear of Aaron’s eyes. “Can you do that for me, Red?”

  “I’ll try.”

  Quick kiss. “Good. Lie on the bed, facedown.”

  Aaron hitched a breath and started to turn. Ki stopped him and kissed him again. “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll stop if you tell me it hurts.”

  Aaron nodded. He turned and stretched out on the bed, painfully aware of his naked ass exposed to Ki. Cheek resting on his crossed arms, he looked over his shoulder to watch Ki rummage in the nightstand drawer and draw out a bottle of lube. He swallowed again when Ki knelt on the bed behind him. The blond softly patted the inside of his thighs, and he obediently spread them. Embarrassed, he turned his head and hid his face in the bend of his elbow.

  Ki’s hands slid up his sides, pushing his t-shirt up again. “You really are beautiful, you know,” he murmured, breath hot in the small of Aaron’s back just before his lips pressed to the same place. “All pale and toned. Although how you get that way sitting behind a computer all day, I’ll never know.”

  “I’ve got an exercise bike in my room.”

  Teeth gently bit at a dip of skin just above Aaron’s ass. “If you tell me you surf the internet while you ride it, I’ll lose all hope for you.”

  Aaron chuckled, deathly afraid it sounded more like a giggle. “Okay. I won’t tell you.”

  Teeth bit hard this time into the meat of one side of his butt. Aaron squeaked, his whole body jerking.

  “You’re hopeless.”

  “Then why am I here?”

  “Mmmm.” Fingers drifted down the crack of his ass, all the way to the sensitive skin just behind his balls. Aaron groaned. “Because I’ve got a better way for you to exercise.”

  The fingers left briefly. When they returned, they were wet. They thoroughly saturated that place behind Aaron’s balls, making him groan and shift. The fingers left again, returned wet again with more lube, and trailed purposely up the crack of his ass to his opening. Aaron couldn’t help but flinch.

  “Relax,” Ki murmured, kissing the top of Aaron’s butt cheek again while a finger toyed with the opening. The finger circled and tickled while Ki tasted the skin of Aaron’s back and buttocks. When the finger first pushed in, Ki bit at the undercurve of Aaron’s left cheek. The sharp pleasure jolt distracted Aaron into relaxing
enough for the finger to slide all the way in. “So tight,” Ki crooned, pulling the finger almost all the way out, then pushing slowly back in.

  Aaron didn’t know what to think. He knew that tons of men all over the world did this. He knew that more than enough of them liked it. He couldn’t quite decide if he liked it, too busy deciding if what he felt was “hurt,” exactly. No. Not that. It didn’t hurt. But did it feel good?

  Ki adjusted, but the finger inside Aaron remained. “Kneel up.”

  Aaron obeyed, and Ki arranged him until Aaron’s shoulders and chest were still prone, his cheek again pillowed on his arm, but his ass was up in the air and spread because of the knees that ended up bent and wide, somewhere in the vicinity of Aaron’s chest. The position helped to open him up, and Ki slid another wet finger inside.

  Aaron groaned. Okay, that was starting to feel good. Ki wiggled and twisted his fingers, gently pushing and pulling. Aaron gasped when Ki hit a spot that made his dick twitch.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  Ki adjusted again, and the fingers left. Aaron could no longer see over his shoulder, so he didn’t know what was happening until he felt something blunt at his asshole.

  “Relax,” Ki soothed, sliding his dry hand up Aaron’s back in a slow, soothing gesture. “God, Red, tell me you’re okay.”

  “I’m okay.”

  The blunt head of Ki’s dick pushed forward. Aaron cried out, clutching the bedspread and pushing his face into the mattress. Relax! he told himself and did his best. Ki had stopped, staying where he was until Aaron adjusted. Then he pushed forward. Aaron groaned. It hurt, but it didn’t. It burned, but was the fire bad? It felt marvelous and horrible all at the same confusing time. Ki murmured words Aaron couldn’t make out as he worked his dick slowly and endlessly into Aaron’s body.

  Ki’s thighs pressed against the back of Aaron’s. Aaron felt Ki’s belly against his ass. Dear God! He was in!

  “God, Aaron, you feel so good, so good, oh, fuck, damn,” Ki was saying, his words sounding more like a litany than any real attempt at communication.