Aaron's POV
'I want it all'.
The soft brush of my lips against his smooth skin was enough to make him stifle a moan as he bit his lower lip. I traced the underside of his leg as I lifted it up to my hip while the other followed on its own accord. He threaded his slender fingers amongst the thick locks of my hair and tilted his head upon the meeting of our lustful lips. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth, penetrating it with a force that made me reevaluate his desire.
"Aaron..", he speaks my name in a trembling voice. "Aa...ron..."
I chuckled and touched my nose with his, "Just how much do you want this..?" His response was all I needed. It was all I needed to finally set my fantasies into a reality - to feel every inch of his body in my tongue, to feel him quiver at the very slither of my fingers, to torture him slowly in every way he craves, to make him stifle shouts of ecstasy against my mouth.
To finally own his very soul as he screams my name.
He finally traced his fingers to his own neck as if he were searching for a collar and tilts his head in an angle exposing his neck that desired the touch of a monster. His fingers trickled from his neck down to his veiled chest which he squeezed in a tight clench as he looked at me with eyes that asked for its owner's very ruin.
I gave myself a triumphant grin and pulled away from his embrace. Placing the palm of my hand on his forehead, I whispered, "You can't sleep with your lenses on".
"Hm?", he sat up and wobbled to the bathroom. After a brief while, he made his way back to the bed and immediately slept. I chuckled and gave him a subtle kiss on the forehead.
"Sweet dreams".
***
Well, that was anticlimactic, I thought the very moment of my wake.
I was back in my room and as I rolled comfortably, I realized I slept in the clothes I wore yesterday.
Yesterday.
I looked at the palm of my hand and remembered the look on Isaac's face the moment we were to do...it. Filled with frustration, I jumped down my bed and took off my black necktie and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. After tossing my garments into the laundry bin, I immediately made my way to the bathroom.
Turning the shower on, I couldn't help but remember the feel of him in my tongue. I chuckled to myself and thought, He's totally got me inside-out. Despite my desire to have every inch of him last night, I held myself back. I regained control of myself that time and thought it wouldn't be good if I rendered him unable to move up and about when we still have a couple of things to do for the last two days.
"Damn you, Isaac", I said with an embarrassed grin.
***
The sound of my shoes echoed throughout the halls as I made my way to the dining room. Taking a sharp curve, I bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry", I apologized and looked at the person I bumped into. A pair of green eyes looked up at me. "Eleanor?"
"Oh, it's you, Aaron. I apologize", she bows her brunette head.
"Where are you headed to?", I looked at the small pile of clothes she held.
"I was going to give these clothes to your brother myself. Y'know, he sort of passed out last night", she giggles. "He even forgot to change. Oh and, don't tell him I told you. You do know he's sort of the 'cool' type and all". I chuckled with her.
"Alright. I'll be going for breakfast now", I excused myself.
"Hey, Aaron", she calls out and hands me a towel. "Use it as an excuse to see her". She winks and leaves.
I looked at the towel and thought, I think breakfast can wait just a bit.
***
"Hey", I knocked on the door to the guest room. "I'm coming in, alright". I turned the knob of one door and pushed it open. Stepping foot in the room, I saw a huge lump on the bed and realized it was Isaac still lying down on the bed. I closed the door silently behind me, afraid that any noise would make him from his slumber. I walked to and placed the towel on the lamp desk. Turning my attention to him, I realized he was still sound asleep in the dress he wore yesterday.
'Y'know, he sort of passed out last night.'
I grinned to myself as lied down where he slept.
"Hey", I poked his cheek. "You still reek of wine".
"Mhmm..", he groaned as he shuffled comfortably on the bed. "Five more minutes..", he said, half-asleep. I chuckled at him. Seeming to be woken up by my chuckle, his eyes fluttered open and set their sight on me.
"Morning", I greeted him with a smile.
"Morning...", he responded and closed his eyes back again. All of a sudden, his eyes shot open and he, in an attempt to jump out of bed, fell down from it instead.
"Ow..!", he yelped as he fell on the floor.
"You alright?", I called out. He pops his head from the side of the bed and looks at me holding suspicion.
"Why are you here in this room?", he asks in a shocked tone, then stands up. "Did something happen last night!?"
I gave him a grin. "I leave that to your imagination".
He paces back and forth and tries to immerse himself in remembering whatever he thinks he had to remember. As he paced, my eyes fancied on the sight of his bare back - with the dress he wore unzipped from the back and all. Ah, that skin-
"Aaron!", he calls out and walks to where I lied down. "Did something happen last night!?"
"Who knows?", I pointed at him. "Disheveled hair, unzipped garments, bare back, exposed upper chest. What other evidence would you like me to state?" He blushed at my musings. "Or maybe", I stood up and let my height tower over him, "I should begin by showing you the hickey on your neck". He covers his neck and dashed to the mirror. Upon seeing the fading hickey on his neck, he turned to me and pouted, "I'm not an idiot. This was the hickey you gave me the night before yesterday-". He abruptly covers his mouth.
Relief rushed through me. At least I'm not the only one who remembered.
"I'm quite sure you need not remember anything from last night because nothing happened, alright? But the other night", I walked to him and looked at his eyes on his reflection in the mirror, "is a different story. Something happened and I am very happy that you have etched the memory of that evening into your mind".
"That was..", he tried to reason out. "Nothing happened. Just a few.. kisses and..", he turned redder as he covers his mouth with his hands and mumbles into his palms. I stepped towards him and pulled his back on my chest, wrapping my arms around his slender shoulders.
"The very thought of it arouses you, doesn't it?", I whispered against his ear and his eyebrows trembled, "You prat.."
Oh,..his eyebrows trembled, I mused. I'm beginning to want this even more..
"Mind if we continue where we left off?", I traced my lips on his ear, making him shudder. He abruptly pushes himself away and knocks me on the floor.
"You wish", he cockily grins.
***
Isaac and I had breakfast together and spent the rest of the day in the garden where I lied down on the bench the whole time and Isaac, in the same red polo shirt and beige pants he wore yesterday morning, read a book as he sat on a bench opposite me.
"What are you reading?", I looked at him sideways. He flipped another page and replied without meeting my eyes, "My notes. You do know that our exams will be this Thursday. Today's a Monday and I can't afford to lose any time not studying".
I salute you for your dedication to your goal.
"Nevertheless, it's in perfect timing, isn't it? I'm feeling quite happy that there are no classes during the days before the midterm exams", I sighed. I heard Isaac close the notebook he was reading and leaned back against the bench, "Almost too perfect".
It was indeed a fair Monday morning and instead of getting worried about not being able to review, I was rather happy to be with Isaac - seeing him feel the wind against his skin and wearing a calm look on his face. The leaves were dewy from watering and the wind was getting slightly chilly, signaling the beginning of winter in a few months' time, but the sky was clear and I was filled with nothing but content.
Isaac's POV
"Almost too perfect".
Sitting on the wooden bench in the garden, my eyes fell from the sight of the clear sky down to the sight of the man I rivaled. The look on Aaron's face was rather calm despite the fast-approaching exams. I admit, I am a bit envious of his current quiet and peaceful state.
I wonder what he's thinking about..
Quite a lot has happened over the course of two days. Meeting his family, going to place I thought were out of my reach - all that because of Aaron.
'I'll let you take it all', his words rang in my ear, sending a sharp pang of pain on my chest. How can he say such a thing so nonchalantly about the things he's had all his life?
Aaron, I thought, how do you really feel?
Why do you make me want to see beneath the face you make right now?