wouldn’t ask him if it was always like that. He’d have to lie and say that it was always that mind blowing, if he did.
Lying to a sub was bad form, but telling the truth was unthinkable—it would invite too many other questions, ones Aaron wasn’t ready to answer.
Happily, still gasping for breath, with his eyes closed and his stomach splattered with his own come, Danny didn’t seem inclined to speak up about anything or make any inquiries.
Aaron smiled up at the ceiling and allowed himself to relax. A few minutes passed and still neither of them said a word. Aaron had time rouse himself sufficiently to throw away his condom and do up his fly before Danny even opened his eyes.
“Are you going to untie me any time soon?” Danny mumbled.
“I’m in no rush.” Habit kicked in. Aaron reached in the spare back pocket of his leather trousers and pulled out a small tobacco tin.
Danny lifted his head off the pillow and scrunched up his nose. “Sorry, this is a non-smoking house.”
“That’s interesting,” Aaron said, absentmindedly, as he opened the tin.
“Even if it wasn’t. I don’t want you smoking in my bedroom.” By the sound of it, Danny’s afterglow hadn’t lasted long at all. Apparently coming made him cranky.
Aaron took out his cigarette and held it where Danny could see it clearly. The tip glowed red. A thin wisp of smoke rose from it. The sight of it was reassuringly familiar. It felt right in his hand.
Danny opened his mouth, closed it and studied the cigarette more carefully before finally speaking. “It’s not real.”
“I quit two years ago, but I still can’t get used to not having a fag after sex.” Setting the fake cigarette between his lips, Aaron inhaled deeply. It wasn’t exactly the same as the real thing, but it gave his hand something to hold and his mouth something to do while he relaxed and enjoyed the sleepy, sated feeling that filled his body in the wake of a great orgasm. “It’s the only time I have to have one.”
“At least it doesn’t smell like the real thing,” Danny offered.
Aaron inhaled deeply and blew a smoke ring.
“Well, what’s the verdict?” he asked after he’d felt Danny had been given ample time to consider the evidence and make up his mind.
Danny looked at him for a moment before turning his attention up to the ceiling as if he found it hard to hold Aaron’s gaze. “I think I’ll reserve judgment until after I’ve topped you—then I’ll have something to compare it with.”
“So, what you’re saying is—what we just did together was so much better than anything a man can do by himself, you can’t possibly compare the two?” Aaron asked. He took another drag on his fake cigarette. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
He glanced down at Danny. Playing with this particular boy was also a damn sight more dangerous than flying solo could ever be. Aaron had the uncomfortable suspicion that, if he wasn’t careful, Danny would turn his world upside down.
Chapter Five
“Hey, I didn’t know you were a gambling man.”
Aaron looked over his shoulder and spotted Trevor—one of his long-standing friends at the club. “Gambling man?” he repeated, blankly.
“Well, there’s a hot sub searching through the club for you.” His words were slurred, but he didn’t seem to be on the point of imagining people just yet. “Boy says he wants to cash in a marker you gave him.”
“Oh, does he now…?” Aaron murmured, automatically lifting himself onto his toes and looking over the top of the crowd.
“Yep.” Trevor clapped Aaron on the back, the same way he always did when he’d had a few too many pints. “And, I’ll let you in on a secret.” He pulled Aaron down and put his lips to his ear. “Rumour has it, the boy’s only just come out. If you play your cards right, you could be conquering virgin territory!”
“Don’t believe every bit of gossip you hear, buddy.” Aaron caught both his friend’s
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