A/N Now I'm going to be completely honest with you guys and say I didn't edit this at all, but it has been such a long week, and I figured it wasn't like I edited the last four chapters super well so no one would care. Thank you for your patience! I have so many writing projects right now it's hard to not get stuck focusing on one and forgetting the others.
Despite the tension, it wasn't awkward as Brad drove them to his apartment, his left foot tapping anxiously against the floor of his car as he considered what was about to happen. When he agreed to go somewhere else with Aiden, he was only thinking about spending more time with the younger man, and not what they would be spending that extra time doing. Now that he had long enough to think about it, he felt himself getting nervous.
It was a relatively short drive, even with all the traffic, and after fifteen minutes, Brad pulled into the underground garage of his building, parking in his reserved spot. Aiden looked around in interest, eyebrows raised. "You live here?" he asked.
"I do," Brad confirmed. "Top floor. You'll like the view".
Nodding, Aiden unblocked his seatbelt and rubbed his palms on his dress pants, the gesture striking Brad as nervous. It made him swallow heavily as he shut off his car, also unbuckling his seatbelt. "Let's go".
They took the elevator up to the top floor, and Brad couldn't help but notice Aiden had his lip pulled between his teeth the entire time. He worried if it was too presumptuous to bring Aiden to his apartment, if he'd maybe made his assistant uncomfortable. When he opened his mouth to ask this though, he was interrupted by the familiar bing of the elevator reaching its destination and the surprised exhale that left Aiden lips when the doors opened into his living room.
"Oh, wow," he breathed, stepping forward into the penthouse. "This is yours?"
"Yeah," Brad confirmed, looking around the space. He supposed it was a little bit impressive, though he'd been living there long enough that he was used to it. "Do you like it?"
Not responding, Aiden slipped off his shoes and went to stand in front of the windows over looking the city. Smiling a little bit, Brad also ducked to remove his shoes, placing them besides Aiden's on the mat and taking a moment to marvel at how small the other man's shoes were in comparison.
When he raised his head again, Aiden was still in the same place, only now his hands were curled into fists at his side. Brad went to close the distance between them, stopping behind Aiden and reaching out to grab one of his fists. "Are you alright?" he asked gently. The blond turned quickly, looking somewhat pained. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by bringing you here. I just thought it was better than some place public".
"No," Aiden said, voice very low. Brad raised his gaze from the other man's fist to meet his eyes. "I mean... I'm not uncomfortable at all. It's just..." He turned away again, looking outside, and Brad moved to stand beside him, eyes not wavering from his face as he waited for him to continue. "I'm worried that I'm going to make your life difficult".
"Difficult?" Brad echoed, confused. "How so?"
Aiden's shoulders rose and fell with a sigh. "What happened today, me being recognized, it's going to happen again, and I don't want people to think-" he cut off suddenly, looking frustrated. He turned towards him again, this time with his whole body. "I'm a broke college kid who had to resort to stripping to pay for school, and you're a well known business man who is over a decade older than me... Don't you know what people are going to think?"
"Oh". Brad frowned, eyes searching Aiden's face carefully. "Are you really worried about that?"
Nodding, Aiden's green eyes dropped to stare at the front of his suit. "I think it's a little weird you're not".
"Well, what about you?" Brad inquired. "People are going to say things about you as well".
"Yes," Aiden agreed, sounding completely unconcerned. "But it's not like I have much of a reputation to protect".
"Aiden..." Brad trailed off. He thought of his brothers and all of their relationships. He'd observed enough of them with their partners to know that Bradford's loved whole heartedly and unapologetically, and were rewarded with happiness and partnership because of it. For the first time in his thirty three years, Brad actually wanted that. He didn't care about what others thought, or even what his father thought; he just wanted to be happy, and he was pretty sure his opportunity to be was right in front of him. "I don't care about any of that".
They younger man continued to look up at him with a troubled expression. "But, what about-"
He cut out when Brad reached out to touch his face, palm against his cheek and thumb gently rubbing back and forth beneath his eye. "Don't think about that right now," he insisted softly. Sighing, Aiden's eyes slipped closed. For a moment, Brad let his eyes roam the younger man's face, appreciating how beautiful he was, before he sighed and ducked forward to kiss him again.
They started slow, their lips lazily slotting together, but then Aiden pressed himself forward, arms raising to slide around Brad's shoulders. It was good, kissing Aiden was good, but for the first time in his life, Brad felt as if that wasn't enough.
With a sharp inhale, he pulled back, cracking open his eyes to meet Aiden's half lidded gaze. It took him a minute to gather his thoughts, and he wondered if he even needed to when he managed the words, "can I-" and Aiden just nodded vigorously before kissing him again.
Grunting light with effort, Brad lifted the other boy off his feet, hands sliding up the back of his thighs as Aiden's knees came to hug his hips. Briefly, Brad hesitated, wondering where to bring the other man. There were so many different places he wanted him– against the window, on the couch, bent over the kitchen table– and he found himself slightly horrified with himself over these types of thoughts. Groaning, he forced the fantasies back for the time being and took the first step in the direction of his bedroom.
Getting there was less than graceful, Brad unable to see where he was going, but eventually he found the doorway and carried Aiden through it, depositing him down onto the bed a moment later. The blond boy propped himself up on his elbows and stared up at him, eyes dark and lips red. Brad hesitated, and then moved forward, placing his body over Aiden's on the mattress and kissing him hard enough that the assistant completely relaxed back.
It occurred to Brad then that he had absolutely no idea how to proceed from then on. His fingers itched to touch Aiden, but he didn't know if it was too soon for him to be so bold, didn't even know how to touch him in a way that he was like. Once again, he hesitated.
This time, Aiden seemed to notice, and he pulled from their kiss to address him through gasps. "What is it?"
"Nothing," Brad assured quickly. It sounded like lie, and Aiden must have detected this as well, his eyebrows raising in concern. With a soft exhale, Brad dropped his gaze. "I don't really know how this goes... I mean, I know, but I have limited experience in this category".
This seemed to confuse Aiden. "Okay..." he looked unsure, green eyes searching Brad's face. "When you say limited experience, about how much are we talking?"
"Very little," Brad elaborated, though he knew he should be more specific that that. "Beyond kissing, none".
The assistant's eyes grew incredibly wide then, and he propped himself back up onto his elbows. "None?" he echoed.
Sitting up beside the reclined boy, Brad frowned. "I work a lot. I never had time for these kinds of things... Before you, I never felt the need to make time".
The younger man's expression shifted at that, eyes returning to their normal size and cheeks reddening slightly. "Okay," he breathed after a brief pause, sitting up all the way. Brad leaned back slightly to accommodate, watching curiously as Aiden began to undo the buttons of his own shirt one at a time. "I'll help you".
The fabric fell away, coming to rest at the bends of his elbows, and Aiden dropped back against the mattress again, gazing up at him as Brad allowed himself to look. He'd only ever seen Aiden this bare once before, but back then he hadn't been focusing on him then. Back then, Aiden hadn't meant anything to him, had just been a random college kid who needed to make money. Now, he was so much more.
"You can touch me," Aiden whispered, green eyes slipping closed. "I want you to".
Nodding even though Aiden couldn't see it, Brad tentatively reached out. The first touch was light, just a trace of fingers down Aiden's side, and it pulled a shiver out of the younger boy, his breath autiably hissing out. Curiously, Brad did it again, this time tracing a finger along the waistband of his assistants pants. It made the younger man's hips jump, but he didn't say anything, just curled his hands into fists on either side of his hips and breathed.
Eyes drinking in the reaction, Brad splayed his fingers out across Aiden's stomach and slid his hard upwards. He marveled over the feeling of smooth skin beneath his palm, so distracted by it that he nearly missed the sharp hiss from Aiden's lips when his finger moved over his nipple.
Brad paused, eyes going wide. Objectively, he knew this was a sensitive part of the human body, but he'd assumed it'd been over exaggerated by porn after causally testing his own sensitivity there. It seems to differ between person though, Brad realizes, because Aiden's lower lip is pulled between his teeth and his breathing is a little heavier. "Oh," he breaths, pleasantly surprised, finger moving to circle around Aiden's left nipple.
"Don't tease me, please," the blond whined, and Brad's eyes flicked up to the boys face in surprise, unaware that was what he'd been doing. Aiden's green eyes stared back at him, half lidded and dark with desire.
"What should I do?" Brad asked him, assuming it'd be faster for Aiden to tell him than have him figure it our on his own.
There was a moment of silence in which Aiden's cheeks colored, but then he squeezed his eyes shut and said, "use your mouth," with a small voice.
Yes. He could do that. With another pointless nod, Brad returned to his position hovering over the other boy, quickly pecking at his lips before kissing over his jaw and down his neck. Aiden's hands fisted in the back of his suit jacket, and Brad considered shrugging it off, though decided not to, unwilling to put any distance between them right then.
Sighing into Aiden's skin, Brad's mouth finally found its destination. Experimentally, he repeated the earlier action of his finger with his tongue, circling Aiden's left nipple before flicking over it quickly. With a gasp, the man arched up awards towards his mouth, a hand raising to tangle in the hair at the back of his head. Humming, Brad repeated the action a few more times before licking across his chest to the other bud.
Once the boy beneath him was whining more than moaning– whether it be out of desperation or over sensitivity, Brad wasn't sure– Brad decides he sounds too god not to kiss and serges up to connect their lips. Letting out a pleased hum, Aiden's fingers tightened in his hair, pressing his face even closer, forcing their lips together so tightly it almost hurt. At the same, the younger man lifted his hips up off the bed, closing the distance Brad had carefully placed between them for the sake of his self control.
At the feeling of Aiden's erection pressed snug against his own, Brad groaned and pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily. "Brad," Aiden exhaled the second he had enough air to speak again, sounding wrecked despite the fact that they'd barely even started. "You can take my pants off".
Nodding, Brad pushed himself up to kneel between Aiden's knees, which a moment later seemed like a stupid thing to do when he immeidatly needed to move in order to successfully remove the younger man's pants. Aiden just laid back and watched him with half lidded eyes, uncaring when Brad tossed his slacks over the side of the bed aimlessly.
Brad paused then, waiting for instruction.
"Do you-" Aiden's voice cracked and he had to stop and clear it. "Do you have any lube?"
His initial thought was no, but the second his mouth formed around the word, he thought of the bag of things Garett had handed over to him wordlessly about a month ago. At the time, Brad shook his head and dismissed it as Garett being Garett, though when he got home that evening he had absently stuffed them into the nightstand alongside his bed. "Oh," he began, and Aiden's eyebrows raised. "I think I do, yeah".
As he crawled up to the top of his bed to reach the nightstand, Aiden also moved up, just enough that he could drop his head down onto a pillow. Practically feeling the green eyes on his back, Brad freed the bottle of lube from the plastic bag he'd never removed it from. "That is the biggest bottle of lube I've ever seen".
"Garett," was all Brad said, which must have explained enough because Aiden laughed airly. When Brad turned back to the younger man, he was greeted with the sight of Aiden kicking off his boxers. Instinctively, he adverted his eyes. "Um".
"Come here," Aiden instructed, some how not at all embarrassed. He reached out and placed a hand on Brad's arm, pulling lightly until he gave in and slowly moved back into the spot between Aiden's legs. Even though there was an expanse of newly exposed skin for him to look at, he didn't dare take his gaze off of Aiden's face. His assistant just looked back up at him, expression curious. "Are you disturbed?"
"What?" Brad's voice sounded dry.
"I mean... now that I'm beneath you like this, it's kind of hard to ignore the fact that I'm a man".
"That doesn't bother me," Brad assured quickly. "And it's not something I ever tried to ignore about you. I just... I don't want to make you uncomfortable by staring at you".
Humming, Aiden smiled and reached out, taking the bottle from Brad and popping open the top. "I have never once," he began as he turned Brad's hand so his palm was up, "not even when I was supposed to give you a lap dance, felt uncomfortable around you". He squeezed the bottle of Brad's fingers, squirting cool gel onto his skin. "I've been only yours to look at for weeks now, that's how I've seen it, so I really don't mind how long you look at me for". Aiden closed the bottle and tossed it away. He say up then, grabbing Brad's tie to pull their faces close together. Awkwardly, Brad held his hand with the lube on it off to the side, trying to get any on his clothes. "As long as you touch me".
Groaning a little because the man beneath him was unbelievably irresistible, Brad connected their lips again and pressed forward, pushing Aiden back down against the pillows. He pulled away then and sat back up, finally allowing his eyes to wander.
He'd thought it many times before, but this time, he was a little too overwhelmed to keep the words to himself. "You're so beautiful". He let his hand settle back town on Aiden's chest, thumb grazing over his left nipple twice before dragging his fingers down. Maybe it was because of the sensation, or maybe the gel was just too cold against his skin, but Aiden sucked in a loud breath. Brad didn't stop until he reached Aiden's erection, taking a lose hold of him.
He raised his gaze then to way Aiden's face, catching the younger man staring down at him with half lidded eyes, lower lip pulled between his teeth. Smiling, Brad tightened his hold slightly and gave him a slow stroke. Humming, Aiden arched slightly, but the word, "No," gasped out from his lips.
"No?" Brad echoed, stopping the movement of his hand. He wasn't too worried about Aiden not feeling good, assured that he was doing a good job by the blond's heavily breathing and the white bead of precum at the head of his cock.
"I'll come too fast," Aiden protested, cheeks very red. He reached his hand down to press against Brad's forearm, pushing lightly until he understood what was being asked of him. Releasing a shaky breath of his own, Brad let his fingers slip downwards. This was mostly unknown territory– he'd never touched even himself this way– so he lowered his eyes as well to watch what he was doing. Carefully, he pressed two fingers against the sensitive skin of Aiden's entrance. "One at a time".
Nodding, Brad pressed his first finger passed the ring of muscle to the first knuckle. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but he was surprised by the heat that encased him. "Oh".
Groaning, Aiden's fist grabbed a handful of fabric from his suit jacket. It reminded Brad that he was still wearing his clothes, but he didn't want to withdrawal his finger in order to remove them himself.
"Want to help me out of my jacket?" Brad asked the other boy as he pushed his finger in to the second knuckle easily. Aiden tensed, and then immediately relaxed around the finger.
"No," Aiden protested, adding, "I want you to leave it on," before Brad could ask. Confused, Brad paused– his finger was in to the base now– and aiden grinned up at him sheepishly. "This is kind of turning me on".
Brad glanced down at his suit and then at Aiden's body beneath him. If he was being honest, he kind of understood. It was kind of hot being fully dressed while Aiden was completely bare. "Yeah," Brad agreed, resuming the motion of his finger. "Okay".
The prep went fast from that point on, Aiden encouraging him for more and Brad eagerly complying with each request. After Aiden was stretched properly with three fingers, the blond reached out with shaking hands to pull at the buckle of Brad's belt, freeing it but not pulling it from the loops, instead getting straight to undoing the front of his pants. He pushed them, and his boxers, down just enough that he was able to free his cock from the confines of his clothing. Them, Aiden paused.
"What?" Brad asked, eyes shifting from his own erection to the hard-to-read look on Aiden's face. It remained for a moment longer, and then the blond sighed and dropped his head onto the pillows with a huff.
"You're going to need to prepare me with a forth finger," Aiden told him, taking a deep breath.
Nodding, Brad found the bottle of lube in the sheets and withdrew his hand to squirt more across his fingers. He'd been expecting to use it in the first place, but something about how Aiden sounded made him wonder if that was unusual.
He carefully lined his four fingers up, pressing them in carefully and marvling at the way the ring of muscle stretched to accommodate him. Aiden's eyes were incredibly wide. "Are you alright?" Brad questioned, keeping up the motion of his fingers.
"Yes," Aiden confirmed quickly. "I am. It's just been a long time since I've done this last".
"Really?" Brad inquired, intrigued. "How long?"
Aiden's hips jumped with a well placed press to his prostate, his breath catching a second later when Brad spread his fingers apart to stretch him. "Five months? Six?" Aiden responded. His hand moved down then, gripping Brad's wrist. "Too long".
No other works needed to be said. Brad removed his fingers and returned his attention to the bag of things from Garette, pulling out the box of condoms and hastily tearing it open. It was strange. He'd gone so long not having sex and not minding, but with Aiden beneath him now, all flushed and prepared, he couldn't help but feel more egar than he ever had before, ripping the condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolling it on.
His left hands fastened on the younger man's hips, holding him in place as his right hand lined his erection up with Aiden's awaiting entrance. He pressed forward slightly, applying pressure without actually pushing in, and the body beneath him shivered in anticipation. Their eyes met.
I want to kiss him, he though, and there was no reason not to, so he did, bracing one hand on the bed beside Aiden's head. It wasn't much of a kiss, Brad's tongue curling into Aiden's mouth as the other boy gasped at the stretch of Brad slowly breaching him.
Aiden's legs parted further, fingers flying down to clutch at Brad's hips as he continued to press forward.
"Halfway there," Brad breathed against Aiden's mouth. Then, "You feel so good".
The boy beneath him whined softly, overwhelmed by either the words, or half his cock. Making a soft noise that he hoped was soothing, Brad continued entering the right heat. It was when he was just an inch and a half short of being completely inside the younger man when Aiden stopped him, hands on his hips shifting until his nails dug into the skin there. He didn't exactly tense, but the legs in either side of Brad closed together some, squeezing his waist. Concerned, Brad raised his head to look down at the blond. "Are you alright?"
With flushed cheeks and closed eyes, Aiden nodded his head quickly. "Yeah. I just need-" his voice was shaky and he cut off to take a deep breath. "Just give me a minute".
He breathed then, inhaling and exhaling large breaths of air slowly. Watching him was captivating, and Brad allowed his eyes to wander while Aiden wasn't paying attention, taking in the sight of his swollen erection, dripping into his stomach despite the overwhelming stretch.
Before Aiden even opened his mouth to tell him he was ready, Brad knew. The muscles around his cock relaxed, still gripping him pleasurably while allowing for easier movement. Still, he didn't move until the blond beneath him managed a distracted sounding, "alright".
Slowly, Brad pulled out and pressed back in again. It was in that second that he realized neither of them were going to last long.
That's okay, Brad thought when he felt Aiden's fingers on his face and ducked down to kiss the gasping boy. We'll get to do it again.
Arms wrapped around his neck tightly, keeping Brad's face tucked into the crook of his neck as Aiden arched beneath him, attempting to meet his slow thrusts halfway. It must have done something, because after a moment of this there was a sharp gasp directly against the shell of Brad's ear and then Aiden gasped, "oh, right there".
The sound of his voice, thick with pleasure, had Brad's breath catching and his hips rocking forwards a little faster, aiming at the spot that made the legs tighten around his waist.
It was amazing, really. Every part of it was perfect, and he was amazed and thankful that he'd gone so long without this. How did I survive, a part of him wondered, while another part, how could I do this with anyone else?
Beneath him, Aiden made little harassed sounds between his gasps of his name, arms finally loosening from around his neck of his hands could settle on Brad's hips, nails biting skin. Brad pushed himself up again, looking at his assistants face for the first time in what felt like far too long.
Aiden seemed out of it, his green eyes squeezed closed and mouth parted. I did that, Brad thought, and the idea of it was so arousing to him that he groaned and ducked down to lick into Aiden's mouth. After a weak attempt to kiss him back for a minute, Aiden gasped the words, "I'm going to-" against his lips.
"Yeah," Brad breathlessly agreed, at the same time shifting to hold his weight with one arm so the other could snake down between them.
The second his fingers wrapped around Aiden's erection, the boy jerked beneath him and came with a hum.
He followed shortly after. How could he not with a beautiful man beneath him, twitching perfectly around his cock and helping him experience such bliss for the first time. It took two more thrusts for him to spill into the condom.
Immediately, he melted down into the warm body beneath him, moving down slightly to free himself from Aiden's body and rest his cheek against the boy's collar bone. There was a little groan at the action, the gentle mumble of, "heavy," but arms wrapped around him and fingers traced lightly over his back, never once pushing him away.
What are we doing? Brad wondered. They hadn't really talked about it much beforehand– he hadn't let them, knowing it made Aiden anxious. Whatever it was, he didn't want it to stop.
For the first time in a really long time, Brad felt a feeling of completion. He felt whole like that, with Aiden beside him, underneath him, close enough to touch. It was like a piece of him had been missing and he hadn't realized it until it's been put back into place.
I want to be enough for him, he thought, because he'd never been enough for anyone else before. Even his father expected more from him. I want to give him everything so he never needs to want more.
"What are you thinking about?" Aiden asked then, wandering fingers making their way up to his hair.
Brad appreciated the feeling for a moment before raising his head to make eye contact. The movement of Aiden's fingers paused.
"I really like you," Brad admitted. Aiden didn't say anything, but his fingers began moving again, and his expression seemed I disturbed. "I want to be with you".
It was quiet for a moment, and Brad was expecting him to protest, to bring up everything he had before. He expected Aiden to say no, because this was something he really wanted for once, and the idea of having it felt like too much to hope for when it could so easily be taken from him.
Aiden's didn't say no. Instead, his lips curled up a little bit, and his mouth moved around the world, "Okay".
Brad let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. The smile on his assistants face widened.
"I want to be with you too," the blond continued. "So I guess we can work everything else out as we go".
They kissed again. It wasn't like their last kiss, all tongue and little technique. This one was far softer, sweeter with something that had temporarily been overlooked in the heat of the moment.
When they parted, Aiden was still smiling. His green eyes cracked open. "I can't believe we skipped work to do that," he said.
"Fuck," Brad sighed, lowering his body back down. He didn't move, and the body beneath him shook with laughter.
He hoped they stayed like that forever.
A/N I hope that was a good enough ending for you guys. Who knows, I might write more of them some day (I feel like I say this about everyone at this point). Thanks for all the support on this project. I wasn't expecting so many people to be so excited about it, and despite how long it took me to complete, I did have a lot of fun writing it.
<3 Ivy