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Aaron is pulling himself a pint— a little hair of the dog after a night of self pity— when Robert walks into the Woolpack, followed closely by Chrissie. It pisses Aaron off how just the sight of Robert turns him on. It’s like a switch flips and all his nerve endings can sense Robert’s every movement. Aaron wants to hate Robert and even himself for needing him as much as he does.
Robert gives Aaron the smallest of glances and immediately places his hand on the small of Chrissie’s back, clearly telling Aaron without speaking, I choose her, not you. Aaron resists the urge to throw the pint in his face, deciding instead to slouch in a booth and attempt to ignore the pull he feels towards Robert.
Aaron watches them laughing together and his stomach churns with jealousy. Robert looks so at ease with Chrissie; they belong together and have no problem letting the world see. Aaron feels like he’s going to be sick. Mercifully, Chrissie soon gives Robert a small kiss and flashes him a bright smile before she walks out the door.
Robert saunters over to Aaron and slides into the seat opposite. Aaron looks up and his breath hitches because the look Robert is giving him leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s that look that got them here in the first place. It’s the look that would have Aaron on his knees in a barn or in a bathroom stall in a heartbeat.
“Sure you should be here with me?” Aaron says with a sneer. Robert gives him that ever present fucking smug grin and replies, “Just checking on my investment after all. Nothing wrong with that.”
Aaron rolls his eyes and gives a frown as waves his hand towards the door of the pub and says, “Everything’s fine. You can run along now back to your missus.” Robert’s smile falls. He absentmindedly scrapes his thumbnail over the worn wood of the table, takes a deep steadying breath and quickly says, “Chrissie is gone for the weekend.”
Aaron gives a derisive snort. “What’s that got to do with me?” Robert folds his large hands on the table and leans forward, saying just above a whisper, “Don’t sound too excited but I was thinking I could book us into a hotel. Just you and me.”
Aaron wants to say no. He wants to end it and never look back. But he can’t deny how much his heartbeat increased. He’ll take what scraps he can get from Robert; this is what they do. He knows what his answer will be; more importantly Robert knows his answer too.
Aaron slowly nods his head, keeping his eyes trained on the table in front of him. He peers briefly up at Robert, who clearly looks satisfied; Aaron wants to simultaneously punch and kiss him. Robert takes a business card out of his pocket, address and room number scribbled on the back. He lays it on the table and slides it with one long forefinger over to Aaron. A shiver runs down Aaron’s back thinking of what those hands have done and what today promises for them both.
Robert stands up to his full height, towering over Aaron. “2:00. And wear a suit.”
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Of course Aaron wears a suit, and of course he’s there at 2:00, on the dot. Moments with Robert are few and far between; the thought of a night alone in a hotel room with no distractions, no fiances, and no obligations to anyone else is far too enticing.
Aaron finds the room with no problem but can’t bring himself to knock. His mind flashes to all the people that would be disappointed if they knew what he was doing. He should run back to the pub, find himself a single man, and start over.
Instead, he knocks. Of course he does.
Robert opens the door with a wide smile. He pulls Aaron in by his waist, peeks out in the hallway and shuts the door. Before Aaron can react, Robert is kissing his neck, stroking his back, letting his hands wander down to Aaron’s arse. “I’m glad you showed up. Didn’t want to have to keep myself company tonight in this place,” he mumbles into Aaron’s neck.
Aaron pulls back; he needs air. Just by way of his nature, Robert is intense and it throws Aaron off balance. He’s needy and sucks up all the oxygen in the room. Aaron walks over to the minibar, grabs a cold bottle of beer and pops the top. He stares at Robert as he tips back the bottle, Robert’s heated gaze making him sweat.
Robert walks over to Aaron, takes the bottle and sets it on the dresser. He pulls Aaron into a surprisingly gentle kiss, teasing Aaron’s mouth softly with his tongue. He drags Aaron over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room and spins Aaron around so he’s facing their reflection. “Do you see why I wanted you to wear the suit? Look at you.” Robert presses his hard length against Aaron’s arse.
Robert suddenly whispers in Aaron’s ear, “I want you to watch me fuck you.” Aaron knows it’s a line but it works. His half hard dick immediately jumps, the idea of watching Robert break him apart too enticing to ignore.
Standing behind Aaron, Robert undoes his tie, letting Aaron watch his every move. Aaron can feel the fabric of the tie around his neck as Robert pulls and his whole body shivers. Robert throws the tie on the floor and begins on Aaron’s dress shirt. Aaron can’t take his eyes off Robert’s long fingers as he works on each shirt button slowly. Aaron can feel his dick throbbing with want.
Robert strips off Aaron’s shirt, running his hands over Aaron’s chest and stomach. Robert pinches Aaron’s nipples, rubbing over the hard nubs while Aaron pushes his arse harder against Robert’s dick. He wants to turn around, throw Robert on the bed and take charge of the evening but his curiosity over Robert’s plans for the evening is too great.
Robert moves to stand in front of Aaron, sinking down to his knees while he unbuckles Aaron’s belt and unzips his dress pants. He pulls them down, letting them pool at Aaron’s ankles. Robert runs his tongue along Aaron’s dick through his underwear and Aaron’s knees nearly buckle. “Robert, get on with it,” he growls as he fists Robert’s hair.
Robert stands up, quickly shedding his own clothing. He pulls off Aaron’s shoes and pants, and throws them on top of the growing pile of discarded clothing. He digs through the pockets of his pants and produces lube and condoms, throwing them on the bed beside Aaron.
Robert sits on his knees on the bed and positions Aaron on all fours in front of the mirror. Aaron hears the click of the bottle as Robert coats his fingers. Robert pushes one finger all the way in and Aaron lets out a long groan. He’s gripping the duvet so tight he fears it might rip. Robert pushes in a second finger and crooks them. He clutches Aaron’s shoulder and works him loose quickly.
Aaron grinds down on Robert’s hand, eager to feel him inside. “Robert, enough, I’m ready.” He hates how desperate he sounds but everything about this, from the moment they kissed at the lay-by, has been rushed and desperate; no point in changing things up now. A part of Aaron wants it to burn, to leave a mark. If he can’t have Robert, he can have the memories of tonight together.
Robert quickly rolls on a condom and lines himself up behind Aaron, letting his hands roam over Aaron’s back, constantly stroking his body. Robert pushes slowly in, stretching Aaron to the limit. Aaron lets out a low groan because this is what he’s wanted for weeks. Robert bottoms out and stills, letting Aaron’s body adjust.
After a few moments, Aaron slowly rolls his hips, letting Robert know he can move. Aaron needs friction, he needs movement, he needs Robert. When Robert still doesn’t make a move, Aaron looks up to see Robert intently staring at their reflection.
They lock eyes in the mirror and Aaron’s cock gets impossibly harder. The look on Robert’s face is one that looks like it could devour Aaron alive. Aaron has never been able to run from it, not from the moment they started this. Robert pulls Aaron up until his back is flush against Robert’s chest. Robert grips him tightly around the middle and sinks his face into Aaron’s neck, running his tongue up and down Aaron’s skin, never taking his eyes off Aaron’s.
Aaron feels like he might suffocate under the weight of Robert’s presence. Robert’s whole body is pressed against his, as close as it can get; his breath and low moans fill Aaron’s ear. Aaron can smell his sweat and his cologne and it’s intoxicating. Aaron wants to close his eyes; it’s too many sensations. He’s afraid if he looks away from the mirror, Robert won’t have been real; none of this would have been real.
Robert slowly begins to move. Aaron’s dick is painfully swollen, bouncing against his stomach as Robert finds his rhythm. Robert repositions himself and increases his speed, hitting Aaron’s prostate over and over. Aaron wants to close his eyes but watching Robert is too hypnotic.
The heat builds to an unbearable level. Aaron puts both hands behind him and pulls Robert’s hair, hard. Robert reaches down gives Aaron’s dick two quick strokes and with a loud shout, Aaron comes over Robert’s hand and the carpet. Robert grips Aaron’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, pounding into Aaron and chasing his own release. With one last loud moan into Aaron’s ear, Robert comes, biting into Aaron’s shoulder.
Robert pulls out, letting them both collapse back on the bed, chests heaving. After a few moments, Robert pushes himself up to grab a cloth to clean them off and to dispose of the condom. Aaron watches him walk away, as he always does. Tonight, they might have a beer, they might watch television, they might even do this again. But tomorrow, Robert will go back to Chrissie and this will have all been a dream.
But Aaron knows the next time Robert calls, he’ll come running and they’ll do this in another strange bed.