New tricks (2 page)

He was a little less enthusiastic when Aaron broke the kiss off and used his hands not to caress but to keep Quinn from leaning after him. “Patience, Quinn,” he said, and Quinn could hear the smile in his voice. “Come here.” There was a gentle tug, and Quinn went with it. He let himself be led into what he knew must be the kitchen, and then Aaron maneuvered him around and pushed him gently backward. “Sit,” he ordered, and Quinn did as he was told. He could feel the edge of the chair against the backs of his knees, but he trusted Aaron enough that he would have sat anyhow. “Stay,” Aaron said, and the smile was back in his voice.

“Okay, we’re not pretending that I’m a dog. I’m safewording all over that one.”

Quinn could feel Aaron moving, falling to his knees, and then they were kissing again. Aaron pulled his mouth away far enough to say, “Really? It’s absolutely out? Even if it’s really important to me?”

Quinn groaned. “Fuck, Aaron. Seriously? You want to pretend I’m a dog?”

“Can I?”

“Jesus.” Quinn hesitated, but there was really no doubt in his mind. If this was what Aaron wanted, then Quinn could give it to him. Quinn owed it to him. “I guess so. But it’s weird, Aaron. Not nearly as hot as the other stuff.”

“Oh my God, Quinn, I was totally joking! You’d actually let me treat you like a dog?” Another kiss, this one not as sweet because Aaron was laughing, and Quinn was still busy getting over his confusion. “Damn, Quinn, I didn’t think I wanted to, but now that you’ve put it in my head….”

“I didn’t put it in your head. You started it. And I’m finishing it. No puppy play. Not going to happen.”

“But you just said I
could
. Damn it, Quinn, you’re just being a tease.” And then something in the atmosphere of the room shifted, and when he spoke again, the growl was back in Aaron’s voice. “If you aren’t careful, I’ll have to punish you.” He leaned down and trailed kisses across Quinn’s chest, then paused and nipped, hard. Quinn gasped, and Aaron kissed the spot better, then moved on, with no discernible pattern, until he found whatever he was looking for and nipped again, just as hard. Another kiss soothed the soreness, another trail of kisses led to another sharp nip, and Quinn found himself teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain. His whole body felt alive, sensitized, and his senses strained to compensate for his lost vision. When Aaron finally pulled away and replaced his mouth with gentle, questing fingers, Quinn wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

“Have you eaten yet?” Aaron asked, and the question was so unexpectedly prosaic that it took Quinn a moment to understand it.

“Dinner? You mean, have I had dinner?”

“Yes, Quinn. Have you had dinner?” Aaron sounded amused.

“Uh, no. Not yet.”

“Good.” There was a rustle as Aaron rose to his feet. “I won’t give you much; we don’t want you too full to move, after all. But maybe a snack.” Quinn heard the fridge door open, then shut, and there was a clatter as Aaron set something on the table.

Quinn waited patiently and was soon rewarded with the brush of something cold against his lips. He opened his mouth a little and leaned forward to capture whatever Aaron was offering, but it was nowhere to be found. “Aaron?”

No words, just a gentle hand on Quinn’s chest, pushing him back until he was sitting straight. Damn. No questions, and now no movement? Aaron was taking this seriously. And that meant that Quinn would too. He made himself still and waited as patiently as he could.

The reward was another brush of whatever Aaron was offering, and this time Quinn didn’t let himself move. Aaron pushed the food a little farther into Quinn’s mouth, and he took a gentle, cautious bite. A burst of cold juice, and he knew what he was eating and bit the rest of the way through the strawberry. A bit of a cliché, maybe, but Aaron was a rookie. And they hadn’t had strawberries in the fridge that morning, so that meant that Aaron had bought them today. Quinn had been off at work, thinking about Aaron, and apparently Aaron had been at the market, thinking about Quinn. That was good to know.

Quinn wasn’t really convinced that there was a sexy way to chew food, but he did his best—mostly, he just slowed everything down. It seemed to be working on Aaron, anyway; Quinn could feel the hand that had been lightly resting on his thigh tighten, curving so Aaron’s fingernails were in contact with the rough denim of Quinn’s work pants. He swallowed the first mouthful, then sat and waited to see if Aaron would provide more.

Instead, Quinn felt Aaron’s hand wrap around the back of his head almost roughly, pulling him forward into a deep, punishing kiss. The force of Aaron’s lips overrode the pressure from his hand, and Quinn was pushed backward into the chair, Aaron’s body following, wedging between Quinn’s legs and crushing in. Aaron’s tongue slid into Quinn’s mouth as if it were chasing the last sweetness of the strawberry, and Quinn surged forward, not to escape the embrace but just to deepen it, to help Aaron in his quest to somehow fuse their bodies together.

He should have known better, he supposed, because it seemed to be his movement that brought Aaron back to himself and reminded him of what he was supposed to be doing. Aaron pulled his body away as his strong hand braced against Quinn’s chest, and they both stayed still for a long moment. Quinn could hear the blood thumping through his ears, and he could absolutely feel it pulsing through his imprisoned cock. Finally, the strawberry returned, and Quinn obediently bit, chewed, and swallowed. Aaron’s fingers played over Quinn’s jaw and throat the whole time, gently pressing, testing, smoothing the skin. Quinn felt like Aaron was reading Braille, and wondered what message he was getting.

“Do you want more?” Aaron asked.

“If you want.” Quinn wasn’t just playing along; he felt like his own will had been drained away, and all he wanted was to make Aaron happy. Of course, it wasn’t really Aaron’s game that had left him with that lack of independence; Quinn had been feeling that way for months. In the best possible way.

Then Aaron left, and Quinn realized how full of shit he was. He
absolutely
had his own will and his own wants, and they both insisted that Aaron return to his side immediately. But he managed not to speak, and he was rewarded, eventually, with the pressure on his thighs from Aaron’s hands. “Ready?” Aaron asked, and Quinn nodded, even while trying to figure out why Aaron’s voice sounded a little strange. There was something against Quinn’s lips again, and he repeated the process: bite, slow chew, swallow. Melon this time, a long strip of it. As soon as he’d swallowed, the melon was back, and when he was done with that bite, it was back again. Quinn felt the gentle brush of something against his forehead and realized that it was Aaron’s bangs. And that Aaron’s hands were both still on Quinn’s thighs. Quinn opened his mouth for what he hoped was the last bite of fruit and allowed himself to lean forward, just a little, just enough to find Aaron’s lips, holding the melon. It was a bit awkward, kissing with the chunk of melon still half in each of their mouths, and Quinn took it as soon as he was able and swallowed it possibly a little too soon, but he managed to fight the huge chunk down and get back to the important stuff. Kissing Aaron properly was
definitely
more important than safe eating technique.

Aaron apparently didn’t agree. “Jesus, Quinn, are you a snake? You’re not supposed to swallow things whole.”

There had to be some way to turn that into a sexual innuendo, but Quinn’s brain seemed to be a little lust-fried. He just concentrated on kissing, on trying to make Aaron realize that it would be a good idea to quit with the food and get to something with more skin-on-skin contact. But Aaron was on to his tricks, and pulled away before Quinn could get much accomplished. “Patience, Quinn.” His fingers ran over Quinn’s face again, caressing each hollow and ridge. “I think I just want to look at you for a while. You’re so beautiful.”

“But I don’t get to look at you?”

“That was dangerously close to a question, Quinn. We’re not that far from the couch—your socks are not out of reach.”

“I could just safeword.”

“Yeah, you kind of blew that threat when you said I could treat you like a dog. You’re not going to safeword anything, are you?” Aaron’s voice was thoughtful. “Is that a problem, do you think? Like, should we not be doing this, if you’re going to let me blow through all your boundaries?”

Quinn didn’t like being blindfolded while having a conversation like this. Well, he didn’t like having a conversation like this at
all
, but especially not when he couldn’t see Aaron’s reactions and couldn’t use his eyes to convey his own sincerity. He tried to do his best with his voice. “Aaron. You’re hot as hell, and you turn me on like I can’t describe, but you’re pretty fucking vanilla, man. Which is fine. Good, even—I like it. But I really don’t think you need to worry that you’re going to accidentally freak me out.”

“Well, you don’t know what I have planned,” Aaron protested, but Quinn could hear the smile sneaking into his voice.

“No, I don’t. But I’m looking forward to finding out. And I am
without
concerns about it, okay?”

A pause, and then, “I love you, Quinn.”

“Yeah, okay. Now—you gonna show me what you’ve got?”

“I can’t show you. You’re blindfolded.” Aaron’s fingers tickled over the tie in front of Quinn’s eyes. “But maybe I could let you
feel
something… oh, wait, your hands are tied. Huh. Maybe I’ll just have to take a break and think this over.” Aaron’s hands brushed down over Quinn’s bare chest, gently scratching at the spots that had been nipped earlier, and then, finally, thankfully, over the denim covering Quinn’s aching cock. Aaron cupped the bulge almost thoughtfully, then rubbed up and down a few times, just the right pressure, just the right speed, and Quinn felt like he was a bit too old to be coming in his pants but he really didn’t care about that right then, not if Aaron would just give him another couple… and then Aaron’s hand was gone. “Yeah. I should probably take a little time and think this through,” Aaron said, not even trying to hide the glee in his voice.

“Aaron, I swear….” Quinn wasn’t sure if he was begging or threatening, but neither approach seemed likely to do him any good. Aaron’s chuckle was low and sexy, the exact
last
thing that Quinn’s cock needed.

But at least Aaron wasn’t leaving entirely. Instead, he pressed forward on Quinn’s shoulder. “Stand up, Quinn.” Quinn did as he was told, trying to ignore the painful, erotic shift of his cock as he moved. “Those jeans seem a little tight. This isn’t the seventies, you know.”

“Aaron….” But there was nothing to say, not really. So Quinn just let himself be led, and the apartment was small enough that there was really only one place left for them to go. Well, assuming that Aaron wasn’t going to take them to the bathroom. But he didn’t, and Quinn soon felt the plush bedroom carpet under his feet.

“Stand still, Quinn.” There was a rustle of something as Aaron moved around, and then nothing, although Quinn was pretty sure he could still sense Aaron moving. “I’m taking pictures of you, Quinn. I want to be able to remember every detail of this, but I’m sure I won’t be able to. So I’ll focus on remembering everything else, and the pictures will let me remember what you looked like. And I’ll show them to you, and you’ll see how beautiful you are.” He came a little closer, and ran his hand thoughtfully down Quinn’s chest to the button of his fly. “Can I, Quinn? Can I take these off, and take pictures of you then?”

The first part of the plan sounded perfect, but Quinn wasn’t quite far enough gone to not hesitate over the second. “What are you taking the pictures on? You leave your phone lying around all over the barn, man—I really don’t need Danny seeing that. Or, God forbid, your mom.”

“I thought we had an agreement, Quinn. We don’t discuss mothers when we’re fooling around.” He kissed Quinn’s temple. “And it’s on a camera. I’d be careful of them, I promise.”

“Yeah? Careful like when you called Danny earlier?”

“Danny should have taken better care of my property.” The growl was back in Aaron’s voice. Quinn wasn’t sure how much more his poor dick could take.

“Okay, yeah. Take my jeans off and you can do what you want with the camera.”

Aaron rewarded him with a nearly-chaste kiss on the cheek. Then he whispered, “You can look at them afterward, and you can erase them if you want.” Quinn nodded. That sounded fair. And maybe Aaron would let Quinn take some pictures, later. It would be nice to have something concrete to remind himself that this was all real.

And Aaron’s fingers, deftly undoing Quinn’s button and then his fly, were an absolute blessing. It got even better when Aaron put the camera down somewhere and used both hands to efficiently skim Quinn’s jeans
and
underwear down. Quinn bit back a moan as his too-hard cock was finally freed, and he didn’t even bother trying to keep quiet when Aaron caught the shaft in his hand and squeezed. It felt a bit like Quinn was in the supermarket, being tested to see if he was ripe, but he didn’t complain. He was more than ripe, and absolutely ready to be….

Ignored, apparently. Aaron’s hand left Quinn’s cock and moved up to his shoulder. “Okay, step backward. Careful not to trip on your clothes. Good. Now another step, and sit down on the bed. Perfect.” Quinn felt the mattress dip as Aaron leaned on it. “Now, I’m going to undo your hands. But that doesn’t mean you’re free. We’re just repositioning, okay?”

“Okay.” It was nice to have his work-stiffened arms free, at least temporarily, and Quinn took advantage of the opportunity to stretch them out a little. Possibly too vigorously, he realized as the back of his hand connected with what he was pretty sure was Aaron’s nose.

“Ouch! Careful! Damn, Quinn, you’re a menace.”

“Sorry, man.” Quinn really was sorry. But he couldn’t take
full
responsibility. “My crazy boyfriend blindfolded me, so I can’t really see what I’m doing.”

“
Some
people, if they couldn’t see what they were doing, would avoid making huge, sweeping arm movements. Maybe something for you to think about.” Aaron didn’t really sound hurt. “Now, in a more controlled manner… scoot yourself up on the bed, so you’re lying on your back, in the middle. Yeah, good. Now, arms up over your head.”