Page 3 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

That saying, a watched clock never ticks? Wrong.

It ticked. Ticked way too fucking much. Tick. Tock. Round the clock. Every damn second, each tick louder than the last, a jagged pulse pounding in Aaron’s ears. Tick.Tock. Every hour dragging him through a relentless cycle of torment, a churn of anticipation merging into frustration. This last hour, though, raced, spiralling him into the realisation that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He’d been counting down the weeks, days, hours, seconds. Yet he remained here. And notthere. His slight satisfaction with throwing off expectation did nothing to ease the suffocating grip tightening in his chest, though.

Fucking feelings.

A part of him wanted to remain in this room forever, shut off from the outside world, the duties, the beck and call that had controlled his life for the last nine months. Part of him even believed he was better.Cured. Right here in this quiet. Because those last three weeks? Left completely alone, forced to fend for himself? That had been no reprieve. Not for him. Noholiday. It had been excruciating. A hollow reminder of what he was desperate to escape.

Fuckingfeelings.

“You taste so yummy.” Taylor licked up Aaron’s naked torso, dawdling around his nipple bolt, then traced a line with his tongue over the Mars symbol tattooed on Aaron’s neck.

Arms behind his head, Aaron stared up at the peeling paint of his Halls bedroom ceiling, lacking enthusiasm at Taylor’s seduction attempts. That wasn’t unusual. Taylor was predictable. Hadn’t refined his techniques over the nine months they’d been sort of sleeping together. And whereas Taylor would absolutely say they were boyfriends, Aaron believed it more of a situationship.

“C’mon, let’s getnaked.” Taylor nibbled Aaron’s earlobe.

Taylor was pretty much naked already. Only in boxers. Aaron in jogging bottoms. And it wasn’t just the time preventing Aaron from bowing to Taylor’s whim.

He reached for his phone on the bedside cabinet, checking the time along with the many, many messages unopened and filling up his screen.

Hey, I’m back. Are you on your way?

Are you running late?

Where are you?

You better not fucking flake on me!

Another one popped through right then, alongside three missed calls he’d purposely not answered.

Answer the fucking phone!!

Aaron dropped his mobile back on the surface while Taylor violated his mouth. As he did, he dragged Aaron’s joggers down his legs, using his feet to shove them off completely, crushing Aaron into the mattress with his relentless kissing. Now just in underwear, tight fitting trunks, Aaron wrapped his legs around Taylor’s waist and thought about giving him something. He could think about someone else.

The man clogging up his messages right then.

He kissed Taylor back, tongues entwining, and Taylor wasway too excited about it. He was rock fucking hard. And he wriggled out of his underwear to palm his own dick. Got a bit heated with it, too. Erratic. Nipping down Aaron’s neck to his chest, biting Aaron’s nipple bolt and Aaron stared up at the ceiling, dropping his legs from around Taylor’s, wishing he wasn’t such an arsehole.

Taylor rose, straddling him, splaying his hands over Aaron’s taut belly. “Come on, babe. Let me fuck you.”

Aaron closed his eyes. He should tally up how many times Taylor had asked him. If he had a pound for each request, he’d be able to afford more than Super Noodles. Maybe a slap-up steak dinner with wine. Or a holiday to the fucking Greek island ofCrete.

Now he was pissed off.

“I’ll make it good.” Taylor stroked his hands along Aaron’s thighs, fingers reaching into the rim of his trunks, easy devil-may-care smile on his lips.

Devildidcare.

Cared quite a fucking bit.

Aaron didn’t have an erection. Taylor knew it. He only really got it up when Taylor had his mouth around it, or when he jacked him off in his hand. And he was absolutely desperate to get inside Aaron to prove himself worthy. So he could finally tell his housemates he’d fucked the finest fresher twink to walk onto their campus. But there were more pressing reasons than the obvious why Aaron wouldn’t permit him. And not just because he was now, technically, a second year. Or would be when classes started next week.

Because he still had the bruises.

Emotionally.

“We’ve been going out for nine months,” Taylor said, as if Aaron didn’t already know that, what with him having been one half of the pairing and Taylor having reminded him of which anniversary month they were in since the first one. “And you’ve not let me.”

“You’ve not let me fuck you, either.”

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