Page 4 of Kiss Me Honey Hone

Taylor sighed, lowering himself onto Aaron. “Cause I’m a top.”

“And you need to prove that by sticking your dick in me?”

“That’s sorta the point?” Taylor palmed his own dick as if that would be enough for Aaron to spread himself and let Taylor breach him. “Max says you’re just doing this to be a tease.”

“Max is a prick.”

Taylor’s housemates had too much of an interest in his sex life. They should concentrate on their own. People who talked about other people in bed were often the ones not getting any.

Aaron’s phone rang then, and he had to wriggle up with Taylor still on him, still stroking his own cock, to check the display. Aaron chuckled. Maliciously.

“Who is it?” Taylor asked, a slight grunt from his self-pleasuring.

Aaron fell back onto the bed. “Wrong number.”

“You’ve had a lot of those.”

“What do you care about it?”

Taylor released his cock, slithering down to press his entire weight onto Aaron, rutting against his thigh instead. “I care who wantsmyboyfriend.”

“Don’t get possessive, T. You’ll cause yourself injury.”

It was a line Aaron used over and over. No one could accuse him of not being honest with him. Taylor just desperately thought he could break through Aaron’s layers. That his persistence would eventually pay off and Aaron would either open up for him or at least admit they were dating. Strangely, Aaron did too. Because how else were these things supposed to happen?

Taylor kissed him. Possessively. Not taking Aaron’s warning seriously.

A bang on the door jolted him away. “Fuckingbollocks!” Taylor clasped his chest. “Thought the first years didn’t move in until next week.”

“They don’t.”

Aaron was still occupying the same room in Chepstow Halls, Flat Two, despite him now being in the second year of his Forensic Psychology degree. All the others, Archie including, had found somewhere else to live, mostly off campus, allowing for the new cohort to move in. Aaron had his room as part of the bursary package for being a kid straight out of the care system. All he had to do to keep the three-six-five rent free accommodation on campus was maintain a grade and attendance average for his course. He had.

It wasn’t all thanks to being pally with his professor.

Some of it was because he hadbrains.

“So who’s knocking at your door?”

Aaron shrugged. So Taylor rolled off him, grabbed a T-shirt from the floor, holding it over his manhood, then unlocked Aaron’s door and yanked it open. Aaron sat up, watching with gluttony as Taylor flinched. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Dr Lyons.” Kenny cocked his head. “And who the fuck are you?”

Aaron snorted. Kenny knew exactly who Taylor was. And him raking his gaze over Taylor’s nakedness, with only his cock and balls protected from his scrutiny by Aaron’s scrunched up tee, was nothing short of fucking outstanding. Then he peered inside the room, at Aaron on the bed, tight trunks, reaching for his vape and Aaron could cut the tension with a blunt knife.

“Why is your professor coming to your room?” Taylor asked, nudging his thumb at Kenny, now stepping ever so slightly over the threshold.

Fuck. He looked good. Really damn good. His skin, darker than Aaron’s to begin with, now held a warm glow from three weeks under the Greek sun where he’d supposedly been at aconference. His denim shirt, collar open with two buttons left undone, teased a glimpse of coarse chest hair that Taylor could never achieve. Paired with fitted tan chinos hugging his moremature frame and boat shoes clinging to the last vestige of summer, and his hair, left down in unruly waves to his shoulders, neatly trimmed short beard, glasses he had to wear to drive, Kenny was everything Taylor wasn’t.

Dark. Mature.Hot.

They did share one thing, though. They were both really fucking pissed off.

“I don’t know, Taylor,” Aaron said with unrepentant amusement, standing from his bed and pushing open the window to blow out his inhaled vapour. “Whyismy professor coming to my room?”

Kenny glared at him.

Aaron’s cock stirred, and he couldn’t even hide it within his tight trunks. First time that day.

---