Spark & Stone - Ch. 26

"That you should think of a way to let me down gently?" Aidan added the question mark to his sentence and opened his eyes slowly.

Heathcliff chuckled, sending small waves of pleasure down his back. "Yeah, right."

"What then?"

"Hmm, since we're such in a romantic setting, let's start with this." Heathcliff took a step back and looked Aidan in the eyes. "I love you, too, Aidan Spark. And definitely not like a 'bro'."

Aidan opened his mouth and could not get it to close back. His jaw had to be somewhere on the ground, lost between the rows of azaleas. "What?" he eventually managed. "Aren't you going to give me the boot?"

Heathcliff laughed. "I'm not sure I understand the question."

Aidan shook his head. "Heath, I'm ... I have no idea what to say."

"Well, you should start by saying 'yes'," Heathcliff said.

"To what?" Aidan felt slightly suspicious all of a sudden.

"To doing it in a place I'll show you," Heathcliff said and grabbed his hand.

"It's your parents' garden!" Aidan whispered.

"So?" Heathcliff said with a shrug and continued to drag Aidan after him.

"And it's not done! Come on; there are kids around!"

"They are all with my dad, playing with his vintage trains. If it were after them, they would play until tomorrow morning. No one will bother us, I promise."

"Still." Aidan tried to continue his protests, seeing how Heathcliff totally ignored him and was pulling him hard, almost making him trip over some roots.

They were somewhere in the back and Aidan could not suppress a 'wow' when he saw the old oak dominating a corner. Heathcliff pulled him behind the massive trunk of the tree, laughing.

The sun was going down, so there was still enough light. There was also a light breeze, making him shiver, but that wasn't the reason why his skin was all goosebumps at the moment. Heathcliff pushed him with his back against the tree and raised one hand to caress his cheek slowly. All this time, his gorgeous blue eyes were set on him, and Aidan could feel his heart beating faster.

"I didn't expect any of this," he mumbled.

Heathcliff brushed his lips against his and began kissing him gently. He moved so slow it hurt, Aidan realized, but it was the good kind of hurt, and he wanted more of it. He caught Heathcliff by his shoulders and pulled him closer, deepening their kiss.

There was a small gasp emerging from his throat as Heathcliff worked his zipper and began rubbing his cock steadily. He could not escape the kiss or the firm hand on his dick and wanted to return the favor. Through fits of giggles, he managed to reach Heathcliff's crotch, too. It was so nice to fill his hand with all that hardness that meant that Heathcliff wanted him as much Aidan wanted him.

"Here, let's try this," Heathcliff said in a throaty, sexy voice, and pulled their cocks together, rubbing them like that while captured in his fierce grip.

Aidan wasn't sure why that felt so good; it wasn't like full-blown sex, but, with Heathcliff, everything was different, dizzying, like a waterfall threatening to drag him to the edge of a high cliff. He wasn't laughing anymore, just panting and gasping into Heathcliff's mouth while his lover was doing the same. Soon, their cum mingled, exploding in unison, to seal the deal of their words from earlier.

He laughed again as Heathcliff let him and watched as the other carefully wiped his hand on a tissue extracted from his pocket. "I would have expected you to eat it or something," he said, leaning against the tree, feeling too spent to care about anything else in the world.

"Hey, I kiss my mother with his mouth," Heathcliff joked. "Don't worry, my love. We will have many occasions to mix cum cocktails."

"My love? Cocktails? Heath, you're so ..." Aidan had trouble picking up the right words to describe what he felt.

"In love with you?" Heathcliff's smile was absolutely gorgeous.

"You are?" Aidan asked. "For so long, I've tiptoed around you, afraid that I would give myself away if I said anything about how hard I was crushing on you."

"Crushing on me? Since when?" Heathcliff asked in a light tone.

Aidan laughed. "Since I watched some fitness video of you for the first time, I guess."

"What?" Heathcliff exclaimed. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that I thought you didn't care about falling in love with me while I was actually your crush?"

Aidan winced a little. "Well, I guess. But, come on, what chances did I have?"

"All the chances!" Heathcliff opened his arms wide.

"You, the incorrigible playboy. You would have been happy to hear someone who watched your videos had a crush on you?"

Heathcliff seemed to ponder. "Not someone. You."

"Well, if I hadn't played hard to get, you wouldn't have liked me that much. Plus, you would have thought I was a stalker or something creepy like that."

Heathcliff moved his head to one side, then the other. "Maybe you're right. Although," he put one finger up, "seeing how cute you are, I wouldn't mind being stalked by you."

Aidan rolled his eyes. "You're just saying. Gosh, I really can't believe this is happening. Is it happening? I'm not in some dream or something, right?"

Heathcliff leaned in and kissed him deeply. "No dream, Aidan. Don't ask me how it happened, but I am in love with you."

"Wow," Aidan barely managed.

"Now let's go before people really start to wonder about us and where we disappeared."

Aidan was sure he was making a face now. "So now you tell me they might think something is fishy with us."

Heathcliff burst into laughter. "No, they won't. They're happy to see me like this, settling down."

"Seriously? Are you settling down?" Aidan asked. "Is not just a temporary thing or something?"

"I'm telling you that I love you, and you still don't believe me. That means I should prove myself more. Can you call in sick tomorrow?"

"Why would I do that?" Aidan asked, but his voice was a tiny bit lost and unsure now.

"Because you might not be able to get out of bed," Heathcliff said while circling his waist with one arm and pulling him into another maddening kiss.

They walked toward the house, hand in hand.

"Wait, can I ask something?" Aidan interrupted their comfortable silence.

"Sure," Heathcliff replied. "Are you trying to find out details about what I'm going to do to you tonight?"

"No," Aidan said, a bit clipped. "Why did your brother call me his little brother?"

"Oh, that was meant as a joke," Heathcliff said.

"Like what joke?"

"He keeps telling me I should bring the one I love into the family."

"So he meant it like in brother in law?" Aidan asked, his heart getting smaller.

"Yeah, like that," Heathcliff agreed. "But don't worry. I believe in love, not marriage," he added.

Aidan opened his mouth to say something but decided it was wiser to shut it, for now. One could not win all battles with someone like Heathcliff Stone. For now, it had to be enough that he was handed the keys to the city. Anything else would have to come later, if ever.

TBC