Chapter Seventeen - Fake News
Aidan wondered as he drove to Heathcliff's house, how on earth his boss was so convinced that Heath was throwing an orgy or any party, for that matter. Heathcliff could not have organized such a thing in short notice since he was waiting for him, right?
But Heathcliff was a man with resources, and probably he did have fuck buddies on speed dial, unlike him, and perhaps he had just had to summon some of the gorgeous men usually populating his bed, which meant an orgy wasn't impossible to organize.
Aidan shook his head. Heathcliff had managed to prank his boss somehow. Hopefully, he wasn't supposed to break a sex party for real. He would have no idea how to handle himself under the circumstances.
He would see Heathcliff, and that thought put a sudden lump in his throat. Yeah, he had been happy to get out of the trenches and see Heathcliff, but what would happen between them now?
Aidan pursed his lips and frowned so hard that his head started to hurt. Why was he nervous? It was all but an arrangement, one that proved more exciting than in his wildest dreams, but an arrangement, nonetheless.
So, he needed to keep his cool. Would Heathcliff want to have sex with him tonight? He could not believe he said this to himself, but he hoped so. His parents would frown if they heard him talk like that. He would keep his mouth shut about the whole thing. There was nothing to say. It wasn't like Heathcliff was his boyfriend or anything. And he had an inkling that his parents would only want to hear about a serious relationship when that would happen.
What was he thinking? He shook his head hard. He had always told his parents everything, but, of course, this was out of the question. They had had the talk with him about safe sex and everything.
Too bad there weren't condoms to protect his feelings. For that, he needed to grow up and enjoy everything while it lasted. His friends from Facebook would undoubtedly say the same thing, regardless of gender and sexual orientation.
He looked at Heathcliff's house from the driveway, and it appeared that no orgy was underway. The premises were quiet, but Aidan felt a small shiver of anticipation as he walked toward the house.
Like activated by magic, the door opened in front of him before he could touch the buzzer.
"Welcome home, Aidan," Heathcliff said, standing in the door, his thumbs pulling lazily at his belt loops, and watching his guest like he was some delicious desert delivered to his door.
At least, this time, the man was dressed more than usual when indoors. Not that the tight fitting tank top left much to the imagination. Aidan's eyes traveled over the taut muscles, but he stopped himself in time.
"Ahem, good evening, sir," he said exaggerating every sound coming out of his mouth, "I'm with the cockblock patrol. We heard there was an orgy in the neighborhood. In our department, there's zero tolerance for wandering dicks."
"The cockblock patrol?" Heathcliff grinned and played along. "And I thought you guys were the dicks." He took one step to the side, allowing Aidan to come inside. "Please, officer, feel free to inspect every room. I assure you there are no dicks around, except for the one directly attached to yours truly."
"Ah," Aidan said with pedantry, "so we were misinformed by the looks of things. I wonder how we came to believe there was an orgy here."
"It must be fake news," Heathcliff said airily while closing the door behind Aidan. "It seems to be everywhere these days. One can't tell what's real and what's not."
"A shame," Aidan quipped.
And yelped as he was caught deftly, made to walk backward until his legs hit a sofa, and then splayed on the said piece of furniture with Heathcliff on top.
"What's a shame?" Heathcliff's lips hovered over his.
Aidan gulped and stared into Heathcliff's eyes, which was, as he could tell immediately, a big mistake. "That, um, there is so much fake news in the world? How did you manage to pull this off? I mean, unless you have a dozen handsome men tucked under your bed or something -"
"What should I do with a dozen men when I have all I want right here?"
Aidan breathed in Heathcliff's sexy scent. It wasn't fair he talked like that. There was no point in seducing Aidan any further since they were already fucking. Aidan didn't need the temptation. Heathcliff was playing because it felt easy and natural for him to do so.
Aidan, on the other hand, was ill-equipped to withstand the attack. Was this a big mistake, after all? But he could not go back on his word now. If he fell for Heathcliff Stone like an innocent virgin or something, it was all on him. He would resist with all his might, he promised to himself.
"Oh, so a golden tongue is part of your perks, too?" Aidan pretended he was cool with being told such flattering words by a gorgeous man like Heathcliff.
"You should know," Heathcliff leaned in and whispered into his ear. "It's been in your ass a few times if I recall correctly."
Aidan froze for a split of a second, then he panicked, and then he broke into a sweat. Who was he kidding? He was doomed. But it was just sex. Just sex, he repeated in his mind a few times to cool down. Now that the panic was gone, he was hard.
Heathcliff lodged one leg between his and pressed against his cock. Aidan whimpered and closed his eyes.
"You know, organizing an orgy in such short notice comes with a certain level of anticipation," Heathcliff began rubbing against him, "and now I'm all worked up."
"How did you do it?" Aidan asked, hoping he could ignore what he felt. "My boss is sure I'm working hard at throwing sexy men out on the lawn, this very moment."
"I just posted a small joke on my social media accounts. Something along the lines of 'orgy at my house'."
"And no one RSVPed?" Aidan asked. "You're either lying or overnight, there's a more handsome fitness guru than you with more followers than you who happens to organize another orgy on the other side of the city at the same moment as you."
Heathcliff chuckled. "I didn't give details on the hour and expected attire. Everyone knows I'm thorough when it comes to parties."
"I still can't believe -"
"It was only on my private channels, and I had someone slip the info to your boss as fast as possible. What they didn't slip was how I posted, a few minutes later, that it was all a joke."
"Wow, you are resourceful, Stone," Aidan hurried to say.
The words barely came out of his throat. Heathcliff slowly moved against him, and his body reacted, completely helpless.
"You know what else I am?" Heathcliff cooed into his ear. "Horny as fuck. I hope you know what your duty as a babysitter is."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"To put me to bed, of course. And I can't do that if my cock is hard."
"My boss says staying with you will count as extra hours."
"Good job, Spark," Heathcliff said and began munching his ear playfully.
"He says I should watch over you until morning to make sure there's not some orgy breakout around."
"Now that's what I call a good boss. Strict and thorough, but good."
"Yeah, right," Aidan snorted.
His boss was the last man he wanted to think of right now. Actually, for him, that very moment, Heathcliff was the only man who mattered on the face of the earth, and he was okay with it. Oh, no, he wasn't okay with it. He needed to play along, have fun, and entertain absolutely zero ideas that this was more than it was.
"Are you tired?" Heathcliff said softly into his ear. "It will be eat, shower, sleep for you, then. I promise."
While Heathcliff pretended to be all understanding about Aidan coming from work at that hour, his body language told a different story. They were humping each other through their clothes, and Aidan's own body was happy to converse with Heathcliff's and be in complete accord over what was best to happen next.
"Not that tired," he replied.
Heathcliff pulled back only a little and then, suddenly, kissed Aidan deeply, taking his breath away along with all his sanity. What was that he needed to be cautious of? Not falling ... right.
"Come on," Heathcliff finally let him breathe and stood up, "let's get you fed. Then you can take a shower, and we'll be off to bed."
"Just for the record," Aidan put one finger up, "are we going to sleep or -"
"Hmm, don't finish that thought, bunny boy, or I have a mind to get you in bed on an empty belly."
Aidan also had a mind, to say the first pun that came to his mind, which was that he was happy to have something else in his belly. But he caught himself in time. Sexy banter with even sexier fitness gurus was not a good idea, given the hour. He would make that shower short, just in case.
***
Heathcliff examined Aidan with unhidden curiosity, as the bunny munched on his food rather quickly.
"Have your parents never told you to chew your food?"
It appeared that the bunny was in a hurry. Heathcliff hoped Aidan would not come up with some idea that he needed to sleep in his bed and leave. As much as he had enjoyed his day working and spending his waking hours doing what he loved most, Aidan's coming to his home was the highlight of that particular Monday.
The bunny had seemed eager and happy to see him, but Heathcliff could not understand why he was now gulping down food like there was no tomorrow. Maybe he had had nothing else to eat the entire day? Heathcliff felt a little worried.
Aidan looked a little guilty as he put down his fork. "I don't usually eat like a pig."
"I didn't think that," Heathcliff replied. "I just don't want you to get a stomach ache because of eating too fast."
Now, Aidan looked even guiltier. What was that all about? Heathcliff quirked an eyebrow. "Have you eaten anything today?" he asked.
"Yeah," the reply came too fast.
"Hmm, care to elaborate?"
