Page 64 of Dream a Little Dream

“Not from my recollection.” Kenny slathered the butter over the slices of bread.

“Oooh. You wentthere!” Aaron straddled the stool. “Notallseepy juices. Just tomatoes’ seepy juices.” He dumped his elbows on the counter, facing him, then reached over to grab a slice of cucumber and crunched through it. “What doyougag on?”

Kenny arched an eyebrow.

Aaron chuckled, resting his chin in his hand and twisting his arse from side to side to make the seat spin. And Kenny’s head, it would seem.

“You don’t have to do that.” Kenny pointed the tip of the knife at him. “You can just sit on it straight.”

Aaron leaned back. “Even though I’m bent?”

“Even though you’re bent.” Kenny slapped the ham and cheese onto the bread, added the salad, then held up a jar of mayonnaise.

“Yeah, slather that shit on.” Aaron rubbed his hands together.

Kenny spooned a dollop on one side of the bread, then pressed it on top of the contents, crushing down to make the sandwich. He cut it in two, crouched for a plate from the cupboard below, then pushed it across the counter. Aaron dived straight in, taking a huge bite, the sauce gathering in the corner of his mouth, and Kenny stepped back, arms folded, once again assessing him.

“You play piano.” Kenny said. Not a question, because Aaron had already answered that. It was his subtle way of making Aarontalk.

But Aaron had a mouthful of sandwich. “Mmm hmm. Used to.” He threw out between chews.

Kenny waited.

So Aaron asked his own question. “You invite all your students back here for a ham and cheese on rye?”

“Only the ones who’ve sucked my cock.”

Aaron choked on his bite. Coughed.Gagged.

“Not just tomatoes, then.” Kenny pointed a finger from out of its fold and Aaron looked up at him with a death stare.

Kenny glided over to the sink, tension creeping through the air like a slow fog, and he grabbed a glass from the draining board, filled it with water, then handed it to Aaron. Aaron kept his eyes trained on Kenny while he knocked back the water, watching him move around the kitchen, reaching up for a lowball glass from a higher cupboard and slamming it beside a decanter of whisky. He then poured himself a glass, downing it in one long gulp that had Aaron’s cock stirring.

“You get that, and I get water?” Aaron cut through the heady silence as he finished his sandwich, wiping his hands down the thighs of his ripped jeans.

Whisky would loosen his tongue.

And his jeans.

Kenny shot him a look, sharp and pointed, one that said more than words ever could. A look communicating his authority, control, and an unspokendon’t push me. If it was to warn Aaron off, he was working the wrong vibe. Cause that stirred him all the way on. Why invite him here if he didn’t want to be pushed? Given a little shove? A tantalising thrust in his direction?

Kenny poured another drink, knocked it back, and his voice turned to gravel when he said, “You earn it.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows, rocking back and forth on the stool. “How many other students have had your cock in their mouth? Should we set up a club? Take sign-ups at the Fresher’s Fair?”

Kenny remained stoic, almosttoocalm. “Just the one.” He cocked his head. “So far.”

Aaron laughed. “Damn. I was hoping to make some friends.”

“That would be unwise, considering what happens to those you get friendly with.”

Aaron clutched his heart. “Ouch. That hurt.”

“Did it?” Kenny’s voice remained controlled, but there was an edge there, a subtle threat beneath the surface.

Aaron’s smirk faltered for a second, but he put it back just as quickly. “Rahul’s not even cold, and here you are using him to make me feel bad.”

Kenny leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Doyou feel bad?”

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