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me."
"Okay." He glanced over at Aidan nervously. "God, you're so sexy."
Aidan smiled. "So, Steven, tell me about yourself."
"But you know all about me already."
Aidan shook his head. "I really don't. I know that you're on crew. I know that you're in the sciences.
I know that you've dated a lot of women. But I don't really know you."
"Well, what do you want to know?" asked Steven, sliding back against the wall.
Aidan smiled. "Everything."
"And I get to ask you questions, too?"
Aidan nodded.
"When did you... I mean, you just watched me come out. How did you do it?"
"My parents," Aidan sighed softly, "my parents suspected early, I think. It was the clothes, and the
walk, and the constant gesturing. I know I'm stereotypical. I don't mind it, really, except that they...
Well. Not liking it was an understatement. They told me they disowned me, and I had to come to
college and pay for it myself. Except they didn't disown me, but I didn't know until... until they died,"
Aidan wiped a tear away from the corner of his eye, "that they hadn't."
"That's why you don't worry about money," said Steven softly.
Aidan nodded. "There's a trust. I'll always be comfortable."
"How could they do that to you?"
"They rewrote the will into an apology of sorts, but I never heard the apology from their lips. I...
Can we talk about something else?"
Steven shook. "I'm sorry. I'm not really good at this."
"It's fine, Steven, just hard to talk about."
"Why don't you ever drink?"
Aidan nodded and set a hand reassuringly back on Steven's knee, smiling when his leg jumped a
little. "In high school the bullies used to force-feed me beer and then get me in trouble for being
drunk. Ever since I couldn't stand the smell of beer."
"But at the door... you weren't afraid of the jerk downstairs."
"I made my peace with bullies a long time ago," said Aidan.
"Okay, umm& "
"When did you know you were attracted to boys?" asked Aidan, sliding the chair closer so that their
knees touched.
"I think on some level I've known for years. It's why I started crew. To be surrounded by hot guys."
"I'm not sexy the way you all are," said Aidan, looking up into Steven's eyes.
Steven's gaze met Aidan's. "But you're so sexy." Steven began to tremble.
"Is it that hard to admit it?"
Steven nodded. "Yeah."
Aidan slid quietly from the chair to Steven's thigh, the wine cooler bottle forgotten. "This okay?"
Steven nodded. Aidan leaned forward to kiss Steven gently on the lips, briefly, chastely. Steven's
lips met his, and Aidan felt his body tingle. He pulled away.
"You feel that?"
Steven grinned.
Aidan stood and walked to the door, shutting off the lights. The room became very dim, but there
was still enough light coming in from the window to see. Aidan walked across the room and sat on
Steven's knee. "Still okay?"
"Yeah," said Steven, his voice breathy and deeper, his hands seeking Aidan's body. "Can I?" He
tapped the waist coat with a hand, as though seeking buttons.
"Not yet," said Aidan, brushing the hands away even as he leaned forward to catch Steven's lips.
And he pushed Steven slowly back on the bed, and he pressed his lips against Steven's, and when he
begged for entry with his tongue, it was granted. They lay that way, wrapped against each other, just
kissing until all sense of time fled and the world became lips and touch and the feel of each other.
Chapter 9
Aidan woke to the unfamiliar sensation of being cocooned in the body of another. It would have
been entirely comfortable, pleasant even, except that the whole of the body that enveloped his was
shaking.
It took him a moment. He hadn't expected to wake up in someone's arms; this was new and
unexpected, and the events of the prior evening took time to come to him. He gulped softly as they
did. They were still fully clothed, only shoes had come off in their lengthy time making out. His shirt
was untucked, but both waistcoat and shirt were still fully buttoned. The shaking was panicked and
came with the gasping breaths of someone barely holding back tears.
Aidan took hold of Steven's hand and kissed it gently, murmuring something meaningless and
soothing into the hand as he pressed his lips against it, then against Steven's forearm, then pulling the
arms around him tight.
"Okay?"
"I don't know," Steven managed to get out.
"Do you want me to go?" asked Aidan nervously.
"No. I just... I woke up and..."
Aidan leaned against a muscled bicep and kissed it lightly. "Yeah."
"I wanted. I wanted..."
Aidan kissed his way up from Steven's bicep to Steven's shoulder and then twisted to catch Steven's
lips in his. Steven pressed enthusiastically into the kiss, hands wrapping around Aidan as their lips
moved together with a desperate need.
Aidan pulled loose from the kiss, and Steven was panting in great heaving breaths. "I wanted..."
Steven's hips thrust against Aidan, and he could feel what it was Steven wanted. He gulped and
wriggled a little so that the path of Steven's thrust slid against his clothed ass cheeks and up the skin
of his lower back.
"Oh, God! Aidan, please..."
Aidan trembled a little himself. "You want me?"
"Oh, God." The hardness thrust against him again.
"I'm not ready to fuck," said Aidan.
"I want to."
"I know," said Aidan. His hands went to his trousers, undoing the belt buckle and then sliding his
trousers and bikini briefs off. He folded them automatically and dropped both next to the bed.
"You're... you..."
Aidan slid then onto his back and rolled Steven on top of him. Steven was thrusting almost
feverishly against him, and Aidan set a hand against Steven's clothed chest. "Slow down."
Steven slowed, reluctantly. "You... you're--"
Aidan nodded. "We're going to take off some of these clothes."
Steven nodded anxiously, pulling his t-shirt off so rapidly that the fabric tore and tugging
desperately at his jeans.
"Slowly," said Aidan, reaching down to unfasten the button and unzip him.
"I thought you didn't want to fuck?"
"We're not doing that."
A mix of disappointment and relief filled Steven's face, shadowed still in the dark. Steven slipped
off the rest of his clothes, tossing them all into the corner.
"You're sure you want to do this?" Aidan looked directly at Steven's eyes. "It's not fucking, but it's
sex, Steven, what we're about to do."
Steven trembled nervously, but nodded, his fingers moving to the buttons of Aidan's waistcoat.
"Can I?"
Aidan nodded. "Unbutton me and open it up so you can lie against my chest," said Aidan, "but leave
them on, just open, okay?"
"But--"
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