There was no trace of hesitation in Aron’s voice now. God only knew what Aron could see in Alex. Oh, okay, he knew what. The guy was beautiful, and not only by gay standards. But his personality seemed to be the problem. Or maybe Carter was just jaded about the guy stealing Aron from him. But he was not that much of an asshole not to admit that he was unfair. For their teenage and youth years, he had basically friendzoned Aron. Unconsciously, yes, but still. And if there was one thing Carter had always hated was this friendzoning thing. He had never tolerated girls doing it, and now he was finding out that he was the one who had friendzoned his best friend.
“Well, at least, you’re not crushing on him anymore,” he tried to be philosophical about it.
“No,” Aron confirmed. “You’re the only one for me.”
The other’s touch was gentle. Aron slowly guided him so they could face each other. Carter could not deny that the way Aron moved his thumbs slowly, caressing his jawline, had a calming effect. Aron brought their foreheads together and exhaled.
“I’ve never been unfaithful to you. The moment you walked into my life was the happiest. Until that moment, I felt like … I was just running. Away from something. Not one moment towards something. And then you happened. And you made me the happiest man alive.”
Maybe it was the wine, but Carter could not remember ever feeling so touched by a romantic confession. Some girlfriends had been optimistic enough to drag him to chick flics, but more than half the time, he had just dozed off, or thought about other stuff.
But this, this felt real, and the worst part was that he wasn’t Alex, and, no matter how much of a douchebag that guy was, he deserved to hear this from his husband. He had his work cut out for him all right. If he wasn’t pushing Aron away, he was forcing his best friend to become a cheater. If he was pushing Aron away, he was just making his best friend unhappy. What the fuck was he supposed to do?
Aron, apparently, had no idea of the turmoil Carter’s mind was in right now. And he had his own agenda, because he leaned in closer and began brushing his lips against Carter’s.
There was no way to fight this. Carter drew a long breath and exhaled, making Aron stop.
“It’s okay,” Carter mumbled. “At least you’re not in love with Carter anymore.”
He should have felt relief at that simple statement, but, as Aron’s kiss deepened, he could not help a small sensation of ... loss. It went away, as Aron’s tongue probed his mouth, and he had no other choice but to open wide.
He was supposed to still be a little upset over Aron stealing his first kiss. But the truth was, back then, at 14, and right now, Aron was an incredible kisser. How else could the memory of that kiss from such a long time ago be so vivid in his mind? He could feel the guy’s hands on his back, holding him gently, his fingers moving ever so lightly, comforting him.
For lack of anything else to do, he let his hands rest on Aron’s shoulders. His large, solid shoulders, on which, Carter had once thought, all the weight of the world could rest. He missed his best friend so much that even this he could accept. Kiss back, like he meant it. It was just a kiss.
A gay kiss. Yet, still, he could not have it in him to push Aron away. It was more than just a kiss. And not because it was heated, and there was so much tongue in it, or because it felt so good. But because it was ... a real kiss. The only fraud was he, no one else. And playing nice meant protecting Aron’s marriage to that douchebag. Aron loved his husband. And the least he could do was to try to behave like Alex for a while. Like a loving husband.
It was so damn hard to keep a line of reasoning with that nifty tongue caressing the inside of his mouth like it was making love to it. It was pretty strange to touch Aron’s face, like he was on the point to stop him. It was pretty strange to be in this situation, period. Never before had he caressed the person he was kissing and felt short stubble instead of a smooth cheek.
Regardless of how much of a homophobe he was, he was kissing back now, and even the small burn from Aron’s stubble felt ... nice. Well, he was a homophobe only when it came to Aron and his marriage. But it didn’t matter. He was practically repenting his sins by letting Aron kiss him. By kissing back.
He moved his tongue, too, and Aron made a small, frustrated sound. Soon enough, he was pushed on his back, right there on the stairs, with Aron on top. The guy was quick to sneak one hand under his t-shirt and touch his chest.
No, that was not the right term to describe what Aron was doing to him. His rough hand was grabbing Carter’s right pec, teasing the nipple, catching it lightly between two fingers, and playing with it.
Fuck. The sensation was almost unbearable. Like he was weak in the knees, but hard between his legs. Wait, wait, wait. Okay, so it was Alex’s body. A gay guy’s body. It was totally normal to have his nipples teased and get a hard-on. He just needed to accept that explanation once and for all.
Aron was humping him through the clothes, and Carter could feel the man’s huge erection rubbing against his. Damn, he was sure this was how bad decisions happened. With a tongue in his mouth, nasty fingers now pinching both his nipples - how on earth did that happen, because he could not remember? - and a guy’s cock making good on his.
“Get a room already, people!” an angry shout made them stop.
Carter felt pretty much confused when he looked at a grey haired guy in jogging pants waving at them with both arms, like he was a strange giant bird, from across the street. He also wore a weird hat, like the kind one would take fishing.
Was that the uniform of the cock block police these days? It was pretty lame, but the cock block police was pretty lame, no matter what way he looked at it.
“No worries, Mr. Armstrong,” Aron waved back, while straightening himself up and helping Carter to his feet, too. “I’m taking my husband inside right now.”
“You better,” the elderly man shook his head energetically. “There could be kids, you know?”
“I know, Mr. Armstrong,” Aron said, obviously interested to appease the man. “We will just get back inside right now.”
“Good,” the man nodded, and began jogging again, but he continued to watch them, from beneath his fishing hat, with hawk like eyes.
What a fucking douche! Carter thought. Aron smiled apologetically and made a small sign towards the door. Was Aron really fleeing the scene without fighting back? He shrugged.
“Hey, Mr. Armstrong,” he yelled at the nocturnal jogger. “Watch me take my husband inside,” he added with a smirk, and planted one hand firmly on Aron’s ass, as the guy was already heading back to the house.
Aron half turned to look at him. Carter challenged him with his eyes.
“I can barely wait to sink my teeth in this tight ass,” he said loudly and stared back at the nosy neighbor.
Mr. Armstrong didn’t have the chance to express his indignation. The sidewalk must have magically tilted, because one second later, the guy was plastered on the ground.
“Mr. Armstrong, are you all right?” Aron made a move to walk towards the guy, while Carter guffawed.
“I don’t need your help!” the man struggled on the ground, like a giant tortoise. “Young people today,” he mumbled as he gradually made it on one side with difficulty. “They think they can do whatever they want.”
Aron was still walking towards the man, while Carter was holding his belly with both hands. Eventually, Aron made it to the man and helped him to his feet, while profusely apologizing. Carter leaned against the door frame and watched. The neighbor was now holding Aron’s arm with one gnarly hand and was telling him something in a low voice. Aron seemed to listen intently.
Okay, maybe he could just head back inside on his own. But somehow that would have seemed like a dick move. Never leave a comrade behind. Especially Aron. Maybe the guy needed backup? The neighbor was clearly bent on teaching Aron how not to kiss his gay husband in public.
Before he could decide on a strategy of extraction for his best friend caught in the line of fire, Aron said goodbye to the neighbor and walked back to him with a purposeful stride. Something in the way Aron stared at him made him stand straight. The look in the man’s eyes was not a good sign, either.
He shrugged and went inside on his own. No point in fretting over a fallen mate, if the guy was actually alive and kicking. Aron followed close. And then, the shoe dropped.
“Really, Alex?” Aron began his tirade as an angry whisper. “After all we’ve been through to get in Mr. Armstrong’s graces?”
“When did you turn into such a whimp?” Carter snorted.
“A whimp? Really? You insisted so much that we should make sure to be seen as keepers of the morale code of the neighborhood, and now you’re dissing the guy who’s practically the so called keeper of these values?”
“Well, you were the one with a tongue down my throat,” Carter pointed out.
Aron looked away, seemingly embarassed.
“Sorry, I got carried away. I just ... wanted to feel close to you.”
“Stop looking like a kicked puppy. And just admit it, it was frigging funny. The way the guy made acquaintance with the sidewalk. Bang! You know, like in those funny vids on YouTube. If no one gets hurt, then it’s funny,” he gestured with his hands.
Aron looked at him for a second, his brow furrowed, and he burst into laughter. Carter joined him.
“Yeah, it was,” Aron admitted, while wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, after a couple of minutes. “It’s just that, baby, I thought you cared about such things. You were the one pestering me that we should be seen as pillars of the community, not as the gay couple that cares only about, well, gay stuff. Gay sex stuff. You even said that we should set an example for morality.”
Carter’s grin died away. Alex was making the tour of the office, offering blowjobs like candy, and he wanted to be the moral pillar of the community. Fuck, he needed to know if the guy’s body was clean. Aron could be in danger of catching something and that was no laughing matter. Maybe Mr. Armstrong’s appearance had been providential and stopped him from doing something stupid. Not that he had thought of doing something stupid. Actually, he had not tought at all, too preoccupied to give Aron a thorough oral checkup with his tongue, and ground their cocks together.
“What’s wrong?” Aron asked him, immediately sensing the change in atmosphere.
“Nothing. I just remembered I need to get up early,” Carter lied through his teeth.
Aron’s face fell. Clearly, the guy had gotten his hopes high after that torrid kiss on the front porch. He couldn’t blame him. He would have howled, but safety first. Wait, was he really thinking about getting in bed with Aron? Having sex with him? Gay sex? Penetrative gay sex?
All right, thinking in clinical terms was putting things in perspective.
“I could just give you a hand,” he offered as he walked towards Aron.
The guy just dodged him and walked towards the bedroom.
“I’m not your charity case, Alex. Take care of whatever you think is happening with your ass and your head, because I need my husband back. And, by the way, the least you could have done was offer a blowjob, not a lousy hand.”
Oh, so that was the way out of that sort of situation? A blowjob? Aron slamming shut the door made him flinch. All right, tomorrow he needed to do some research. The Internet had to have all the answers.
And he had to really consider going down on his best friend.
TBC
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