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Could those people feel the tension between them? Could they tell how much Brad still wanted the gorgeous young man at his side? It seemed like it would be impossible to miss, but no one even gave them a second look. Well, more accurately, no one even gave Brad a second look. Aaron, with his distinctive fire engine red hair, him they looked at plenty.
It was probably good that the people here seemed to be too polite to harass Aaron because Brad wasn’t sure that he had the patience to sit around as Aaron made polite small talk and signed autographs. Still, it seemed to take forever for the elevator to rise up the few floors to where the Lost Boys had their suite of rooms.
Brad’s room wasn’t part of the suite, because he didn’t think that he could get away with that, but he was just next door. His room seemed to be the safest because while he had the idea that the rest of the Lost Boys would be out for hours yet, it was better safe than sorry when you were trying to keep a relationship secret.
As Brad’s fingers, usually so deft and sure, tried to plug the key card into the reader to open the door, Aaron came up behind him, and this time, it was Brad that was trapped. Trapped between the door, which stubbornly refused to open, and Aaron’s hard aroused body. He even felt the bulge in Aaron’s pants which stated that Aaron very definitely wasn’t done with Brad any more than Brad was done with him.
In all of his life, Brad hadn’t thought that he would find himself in a position where he was intrigued by something hard against his ass. He was a top, and he had always been a top, and that was the way he had always liked it. So then why was he wondering what it would be like if they weren’t wearing clothes, and Aaron was where he was?
To feel the thickness of the other man’s impressive cock slip between the cheeks of his ass. He knew that Aaron would make it good for him if it was possible to, and the whole thing was highly intriguing and also terrifying, pretty much in equal measure.
Once, he would have been willing to swear that he would never be interested in this. Things were changing, far too quickly, and Brad actually felt himself pushing back toward the younger man behind him, groaning softly as his fingers fumbled with the card. And then, just to make it worse, Aaron’s fingers were once more on Brad’s cock, rubbing at him in a way that meant there could be no doubt that Brad was hard, that part of him liked the fact that Aaron was pressed up against him from behind.
Aaron didn’t mock him for it, though, as Brad realized that he had half expected to happen. Even though it had to be obvious to someone as perceptive as Aaron was, he didn’t make fun of Brad for it.
“When you’re ready,” was all that Aaron said, and Brad recognized the tone of voice. It was one that Brad had used on Aaron just earlier that night when he’d told Aaron after the concert that he still thought Aaron would be an amazing solo artist.
When you’re ready. That was it, exactly. They would both do these things that made them a little bit uncomfortable when they were ready. And for the first time, Brad found himself actually believing that that might happen someday. At least for him, he had no real idea about Aaron.
The door clicked open, and finally, he and Aaron were alone together, really, truly, blissfully alone. There was no driver, no time limit. They could be together all night if they wanted to, and the way that Brad was feeling at the moment, all night sounded pretty much perfect.
Or forever …
Okay, now. Where the hell had that thought come from? Forever was not a word that he should be using, even to himself, when he was talking about a relationship that was a secret, and that had a built-in time limit. Although even if Aaron did leave, did that mean that they couldn’t be together? Maybe it would even be easier …
Brad’s thoughts whirled around his head, racing from one to the other, restless and far less organized than usual. This, then, was what Aaron did to him. Threw his orderly world into disarray, and somehow made it so that Brad didn’t even come close to minding.
At that moment, Brad almost threw it all out in the open. He almost opened his lips and told Aaron that he was in love with him, that he wanted to be with him all the time, that he was scared to lose him when this tour was over.
But in the end, fear won out. Aaron pressed his lips against Brad’s, and they fell onto the couch, not even able to make it across the room to the bed, and Brad pulled the familiar feeling of intense desire around himself. That, he could handle. The movements of their bodies together, the way that they both seemed to know exactly how to touch the other to make them go wild, that was comfortable and familiar and something that he could definitely handle.
Kissing, hands all over each other, they finally were able to give in to the desire that Brad knew that they had both been dealing with since they’d left the United States. And by kissing, by keeping their lips pressed close together as Brad rolled on top of Aaron, he was able to keep himself from blurting out the words that he had never said before, not to anyone. Never even been tempted to, but he felt them for Aaron.
