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“Aiden? You know that’s not weird, right? Just because you don’t have a desire to jump into bed with every person you meet doesn’t mean you’re broken. If anything, I’m hypersexual. There’s nothing wrong with that either.”
A sense of calm instantly settled over me at his explanation. He wasn’t judging me. Maybe I needed that reassurance more than I realized.
Chapter 16
Joe
Aiden seemed a little more twitchy at breakfast. He kept shifting in his chair and looking around the room. Hell, his ass was probably bothering him from the pounding it took, but I’d done my best to be gentle with him. It didn’t mean that it wouldn’t take a while to get used to. The first time I’d ever had a dick up my ass, I walked funny for a week. The guy hadn’t been as careful, and I was a lot younger and a lot more stupid.
I’d jumped into exploring my sexuality in my early teens, ready to get a taste of everything there was to offer. It didn’t matter if the person was a guy, girl, gay, bi, trans. I wanted it all. One thing that stayed consistent was that I favored those who came across as being more innocent. And Aiden checked all those boxes until we got here. Not that it was a turnoff now. It was hot as hell how he went after exactly what he wanted.
“Sweetheart?”
Aiden’s head jerked up from where he was over-analyzing a piece of mango on his plate. The food had all been amazing since we’d been here, but he seemed more uncertain of things today.
“Sorry, were you trying to get my attention?”
A grin stretched across my face as I leaned back in my seat, forgetting about the rest of my food. “Nah, just wondering what’s going through your head this morning.”
Aiden set his fork down, finally done prodding at the piece of fruit. “I don’t know. Last night... doesn’t feel real. Which sounds dumb to say because my ass tells a very different story. And then I started wondering if people can tell. Like, do I look different now? Is there a big sign on my head that says: ‘Aiden Grant: No longer a virgin?’”
It sounded ridiculous, but I understood where the kid was coming from. He’d spent his whole fucking life not experiencing any of that.
“Aww, does my little one want to test out his new whore wings, see if he can fly?” The joke fell flat. The idea of Aiden testing things out with anyone besides me sat like a lead weight in my stomach. No, no. He was all mine and with the way he blushed at my question, maybe he was feeling the same way.
“I don’t...” he sighed heavily, finally spearing the slice of mango and biting into it. It took him a few moments to chew and then swallow it, and I waited for him to finish because I wanted to know what he was going to say. “That’s something I still don’t understand, I think. You’re fun. I trust you. I’ve never felt the desire to explore any of that with anyone else before.”
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table and steepling my fingers in front of me. “Aiden? Have you heard the term ‘demisexual?’”
He nodded, picking at another random piece of fruit on his plate. “Yes. I asked Chase about some things. That’s weird too, right? Who asks their brother’s boyfriend questions like that?”
I reached across the table, pulling the fork from Aiden’s hand and wrapping my fingers around his. “It’s not weird. Sometimes we don’t know who to talk to about things. He probably felt like the safest option at the time. I’m glad he pointed you in the right direction.”
That blush spread across Aiden’s face more as he pulled his hand from my grasp. He shifted in his seat so that he was looking across the room and away from me. “Yeah, well, he’s also the one who told me to look up porn on the internet to see if I could figure out what I was into and that’s how I found your videos.”
Well. Fuck. Guess I owed a thank you to Chase. Then again, doing that would expose what I’d been doing to everyone.
It was weird that I was hiding it. I knew that. The person who was so open about his sexuality was afraid to say that he let people pay to watch him get off on the internet. Maybe it was because there was still so much stigma attached to sex work. It was all bullshit. If this trip was any indication, I made damn good money.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed about that.”
He nodded. “But I knew about it for weeks. We hung out, and it was this awkward secret hanging over my head. How the hell do you tell someone that?”
I snorted a laugh. “I mean, you figured it out.”
Aiden finally smiled. “I guess I did, didn’t I?”
Things felt less tense after that. We finished our breakfast before heading out to the beach for a bit. It wasn’t overly hot, but plenty of sunbathers were lining the shore. I stripped off my t-shirt with little thought, throwing it onto the two beach towels we’d placed side by side on the sand. When I looked up, Aiden was staring at me, that blush painting his cheeks again.
Oh, it was going to be fun messing with his head now. You’d think it wouldn’t affect him as much now that we’d done the nasty, but fuck, he was too sweet. And maybe that’s what still drew me to him.
Aiden took off his own shirt before sitting on the towels and wrapping his arms around his knees. He looked out over the water before turning to look at me. “Did you bring sunscreen with you? I forgot to grab it on the way out of the room this morning.”
I reached into the small bag we’d brought with us and pulled out a tube, flipping it into the air for show. “And risk skin cancer? Fuck no, my dude. I got you.” I sat behind him and popped open the cap, pouring a small amount into my hands before rubbing it into his back and shoulders.
“God, that feels good.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, that so, sweetheart?”
