A knock on the door wakes me up gently from my nap in the middle of the evening, I slide the covers from over my head and look towards the door to see Aidan. He pushes the door open even more, holding a box in his hands as he walks in.
I sit up against the headboard as he settles the box in front of me whilst sitting on the edge of the bed, "hey..."
"Hi..." I whisper.
"So, Jake dropped these boxes of your dads things that was in his room...he felt bad." I raised an eyebrow as I moved the box toward me while crossing my legs. I open the lid and place it next to me as I search the contents for a photo album.
"Oh my god..." I gasp as I flick through the pictures.
"What is it?"
"Pictures-of me and dad...I thought mum had them-hey, how about we go to living room, a bottle of wine and flick through these?" I ask him, I haven't been so kind to Aidan. He's been nothing but kind despite my pretentious behaviour.
Aidan nods his head as he helps me move the boxes to the living room. He then walks into the kitchen as I sit on the couch. Aidan joins, and I grab the throw blanket and encircle my legs. He raises my legs so I can rest it on his lap while he hands me a glass of wine.
I rest my head onto his shoulder, his fingers stroking my back as we go through the pictures.
"That's when dad broke the TV and tried to blame me."
Going through these pictures with Aidan almost felt as if he was meeting my dad all over again, I would tell him the stories of every photo in this album and for some reason-it felt good.
It felt good bringing the good memories of dad.
I close the album book and set it aside as I sip from my glass of wine, Aidan strokes my bare leg with his thumb. "So, what's going on? In that head of yours about the Jake situation."
"He's my older brother-you know-I love him, but his words hurt me so much Aidan."
"Our actions hurt him more." Aidan was right, as much as I hated Jake for that night- i could not blame him. I am dating his best friend of over twenty years or more, but I don't care because Aidan makes me happy. Everything about him.
I have not had this feeling of happiness since dad's death.
I drink the rest of my wine and set it to the side, "the World Cup is in three days-if you want me benched for missing training then I understand."
"You're not being benched Charlie, you're the best player there."
"Don't just say that-"
"It's not because we're together Charlie."
"Aidan, what even are we?" He looks down at my mouth, taking in the question.
"I'm not a relationship person Charlie, and I know you're not either. But I hope you'd accept to be my official girlfriend." He signs something, and I instantly recall it.
I love you.
"You love me?" I whisper.
Love.
Aidan brushes my cheeks with a feeling I once thought did not exist and that I could never have after my father passed away. I push the book aside and put my lips right next to his. As his tongue moves along with mine, his hand grabs a section of my hair and deepens it.
Our exchange of saliva, groans and touching bodies said it all.
We needed one another.
He pulls me on top of him, and I feel his cock harden against me.
In order to see his flawless abdomen, I grab the hem of his shirt and lift it up. His hand moves down to the side of my hips as I slowly kiss down his neck. His hands brush my cheek as I slink down to my knees and unbutton his jeans.
I slide out his dick and begin to rub onto it, hard and slow. Just how he likes it. "Charles, are you sure?" I nod my head, sliding of my shirt as I throw it to the side. Aidan grabs my neck and lifts me to kiss him, one last peck and his dick was in my mouth.
I slowly encircle the tip of his dick with my tongue while sucking him slowly and raw. When my hands give out and fall between my legs, I slid them into my underwear and started rubbing my clit slowly.
Aidan tighten his hold onto the back of my head as he pushes me down further, the way his thighs tense- he enjoyed it. I rub the remain of what I couldn't fit in my mouth, he guided me.
"Fuuuuckkk..." he groans into the atmosphere.
The way his hands gripped my hair, his body was lifting of the couch and his head falling back- all signalled that he need to release right now.
I couldn't help but gag as he pushes me down and keeps me there, spit leaves the corner of my mouth and my eyes water. "Fuck Charlie...fuck!" He comes right in my mouth, the hot feeling jolts to the back of my throat.
He releases my hair and I cough out, breathing in air as I slump onto his lap. Aidan slides the spit from my mouth with his thumb and lifts me from the floor back onto his lap.
He kisses down my neck and stand up before leading us right into the bedroom.
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I was exhausted, we kept at it for three hours- break-sex- break and then sex.
Our bodies were draped around one another, with the cover only on our bottom parts.
"Fuck. I have a meeting." Aidan whispers, I groan and tighten my grip around him. He kisses the top of my head, "as much as I want to stay here and fuck you all day- I need to go." I nod as he shifts the sheets to my side of the bed and slides out.
He goes to get a towel while I sit up, holding the sheets against my breasts and letting out a long overdue yawn. I also leave the bedroom, stretching my arms overhead, to get his laptop and some wine so I could watch some movies in bed today. I put on his shirt, which was enormous on me.
I leave the bedroom and walk to the living room; I grab the bottle of wine and then halt.
I contemplate on going through the remaining of the box or watch movies. But something inside of me wanted to go through more pictures. I grab the next book and settle onto the couch as I flick through the pages.
Aidan leaves the room, grabbing the keys from the kitchen counter.
"I might actually walk it." He drops the keys back down and comes to kiss me on the lips. "I'll be back soon."
"Bring food on the way."
"Chinese?"
"Feeling a little Turkish food." He nods his head and exits the apartment, I sigh-bored already as I shift around the box. This is Jakes box's from dads things. He probably gave it because of the guilt.
I empty the box onto the L shaped couch, and shuffle through the things-to see a phone. I flick it to the side and get up to grab Aiden's iPad from the kitchen. I rush to the bedroom, diving into the sheets as I switch it on, entering the password the screen was already on messages.
Messages with Jake.
I shouldn't.
I shouldn't.
Oh, fuck it.
Hang on, this is Jakes old number?
I tap onto it and see that the last messages were from three years ago?
13 JANUARY 2020
AIDAN: You should really get the brakes on your car checked out, might be dangerous.
JAKE: Yeah, I'll do it later.
17 JANUARY 2020
JAKE: These brakes are to faulty, dad said I need to get it done soon- come pick me up.
AIDAN: I told you to fix it, on my way though.
20 JANUARY 2020
JAKE: Fuck, I lied to dad- told him I fixed the brakes so that he could take Charlie to the competition.
AIDAN: Why the fuck would you lie? This is not a joke-anything can happen.
JAKE: Nothing will happen.
I had the impression that someone was squeezing every last bit of air out of my lungs and down my throat. I turn the iPad off and toss it to the side of the bed as I started to feel a little lightheaded and like I might need to vomit.
And I did just that.
I rush to the bathroom and vomited, everything inside of me just left.
It wasn't my fault.
Aidan knew...
Jake knew...