hard on the mouth and I spread my legs to welcome him close. We press our bodies together, and this surge of need takes over me. It clings to my skin, heavy and sticky, as I frantically tear at Aaron’s shirt, trying to get it over his head. “Bern,” he groans, biting my lower lip and reaching over his shoulder with one hand. Aaron grabs the white tee in his fingers, breaking our kiss just long enough to rip it off and toss it aside.
My fingers play with his belt as our tongues slide together, like two slashes of heat, probing, digging, trying to stir up memories and create new ones, all at the same time.
“Aaron …” His name slips from my lips without my even meaning it to. Tears sting my eyes, and I do my best to swipe them away before he can see. Aaron stops me by grabbing my arm with gentle fingers. With his other hand, he reaches up to swipe away a single teardrop with his thumb. “Cut the sentimental crap,” I snap, but … that’s because my anger is a defense mechanism.
We all have them, me and the Havoc Boys.
“I can’t decide if I’d rather taste your cunt or look into your eyes,” he murmurs, putting his forehead to mine. It’s a racy statement, but it’s said with such affection that I’m not really sure what to do. “I could spend all day worshipping your body, Bern. I want to get to know you all over again, search you until I could map every inch, every tattoo, every scar.”
I suck in a sharp breath as he drops his hands to my jeans, popping the button and unzipping the fly.
“I’d like that,” I start, feeling that strange rawness in my soul again. Aaron is like an antidote for bullshit. He looks at me like I’m not wearing a leather jacket, like I’m not tattooed, like my tough-as-nails persona isn’t a shield against him the way it is for everyone else. He can see past it all, right into the soul of his first love, his first time, his … girl. “Just maybe not in a public restroom, okay?”
Aaron laughs, and the sound is easily the most genuine of all the boys. His girls have given him that gift, allowed him to keep true joy in his heart somewhere. It might be just a pinprick in the black cavern that makes up his chest, but it’s there nonetheless.
“Mm, fair point.” He curls his fingertips under the waistband of my jeans and kisses me at the same time, savoring the moment, dragging it out until I’m squirming and he’s chuckling against my lips. “Okay, okay, I get it. You want my dick.”
“Keep talking like that, and there is no reunion of bodies, Aaron Fadler.” I’m soaked in sweat already, my heart pounding so loud that I can’t hear the chattering of students in the dining room anymore. No, it’s just me and Aaron now, just the two of us, like it used to be.
He slides my jeans down my hips, knocking one of my boots off so he can slip my right leg out. He doesn’t bother to remove my pants entirely, not here, not with graffiti on the walls and flickering fluorescent lights above us.
Still, even with the less than perfect surroundings, I’m not sure that Aaron’s ever looked more beautiful to me. He shoves my jeans out of his way and then steps up close to me again, undoing his own pants. When he takes that beautiful inked cock of his into his hand, my lips part and my eyes flick from his dick to his face.
I almost tell him not to use the condom; I want us skin to skin. But at some point, I need to start taking responsibility for myself, for the possibility of a future beyond the immediacy of my own base needs.
Aaron puts the condom on, slicking it over his cock and then grabbing me by the ass. He holds me easily in his big hands, lifting me up off the counter and then slamming us into the wall next to the bathroom door.
My fingers dig into the back of his hair as he thrusts in, hard and deep, filling me up in one go. For a split-second, neither of us moves, readjusting to each other, letting muscle memory remind us that we were once lovers.
Then Aaron starts to fuck me.
I’m surprised by the wild rapidity of his thrusts, by