When Zain sent for him the next evening, Aiden was resolved to put a stop to the whole thing. There was being cooperative, and then there was what Zain was forcing him into. Zain was full of shit. Aiden didn’t need practice anymore. He was hardly a pro at blowjobs, but he’d gotten pretty good and comfortable with them, despite Zain’s rough handling.
“I’m not going to give you blowjobs anymore,” Aiden said the moment he entered Zain’s room.
Seated in the armchair by the window, Zain lifted his gaze to him. The room was poorly lit, the bedside lamp the only source of light, so Zain’s face was half in the shadows and difficult to read. “What blowjobs?”
Aiden blinked at him before laughing. “Is that your idea of a joke? I didn’t hallucinate the blowjobs you forced me to give you!”
Leaning back in his seat, Zain folded his long fingers in front of him and regarded Aiden with slightly raised eyebrows. “It was just practice. And if anyone was forced into it, it wasn’t you. I distinctly remember you enjoying yourself every time.”
His face burning, Aiden huffed. “Are you seriously going to claim that you didn’t?”
Zain shrugged. “I won’t deny that, but it’s nothing more than a physiological reaction to stimuli. It’s still unnatural and repulsive.”
“Repulsive?” Aiden repeated, spluttering with indignation. He tried to ignore the other feeling that had his stomach twisted up. It wasn’t hurt. It wasn’t disappointment. Whatever it was, it originated from the same part of him that preened every time this man deigned to praise him. That part of him should shut up.
“Yes,” Zain said. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not gay.”
“It was hard to take that seriously when you were coming in my mouth several times a day. Pun intended.”
Zain gave him a flat look.
Aiden smiled. “Sorry, but I don’t buy that it was repulsive. No man is that self-sacrificing. And a selfish asshole like you definitely isn’t. I don’t care how you rationalize it in your homophobic mind, but don’t feed me that bullshit. Because I’m not buying it.”
Something shifted in those dark eyes. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees as Zain scrutinized him. Finally, he said softly, “You don’t get to accuse me of repressed homosexual inclinations just because I don’t return your feelings.”
Aiden choked out, “I don’t have feelings for you, you self-centered, conceited, smug ass!” The mere thought was nauseating. Nauseating and ridiculous. The nerve!
Zain raised his eyebrows. “My mistake. It must have been someone else who looks like a kicked puppy every time I leave the room.”
Aiden vividly imagined choking him with his bare hands. Or punching those sneering, perfect lips.
That’s not fucking true, he wanted to yell.
But then he thought better of it. It would be pointless. Zain wouldn’t believe him. Why would he, when Aiden behaved so embarrassingly eager every time he sucked his cock? No, he had to think of another way to get the upper hand. Everyone had a weakness.
The problem was, this man didn’t seem to have any.
Except… except maybe for the chink in his armor that had appeared when Aiden had alluded to Zain’s repressed homosexual leanings. Or had he imagined it?
It was worth a try. It might be the only way to get under Zain’s skin, to push him off balance.
“You’re right,” Aiden said, giving him his sweetest smile and batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated manner.
Zain’s eyes narrowed. “Am I?” he said, watching him warily.
“Yep,” Aiden said, sauntering over. He dropped himself into Zain’s lap and smiled wider, pretending he hadn’t noticed the way Zain had gone completely rigid. He looped his arms around Zain’s neck. “I adore you,” Aiden said dramatically, pecking him on the stubbled jaw. His heart thundering, he did it again, trying not to breathe deeply. This man’s scent did things to him. Horrible things. “I can’t live without you, let’s have babies together—Ouch!” Aiden rubbed his sore ass when he was unceremoniously dumped from Zain’s lap. “This isn’t the way to treat someone in love with you, babe,” he said, batting his eyelashes again before blowing him a kiss.
A muscle twitched by Zain’s left eye. He stared at him for a long, charged moment with such intensity Aiden started seriously fearing for his life.
But there was no turning back now. Besides, this sure was working as far as annoying Zain went. And it was fun.
“Don’t be angry with me, sweet cheeks,” Aiden said, barely suppressing a laugh. He leaned forward and rested his cheek against Zain’s knee, looking up at him through his eyelashes. “I can feel how stressed you are.” He slipped his hand under Zain’s thobe, letting his fingers run over the fabric of his pants, up his hard thigh, until they finally reached Zain’s cock. Which definitely wasn’t completely soft.
Aiden smiled. “Do you want my mouth now?” he asked softly, rubbing his cheek against Zain’s knee. His face felt hot, but he forced himself to add, “You can have it. You know I love sucking your cock. Your cock is the only one I want to suck.”
The cock under his hand twitched.
Zain’s face was stony. “Stop this ridiculous behavior at once,” he said coldly, as if the cock hardening against Aiden’s hand didn’t belong to him. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to accomplish, but it won’t work. It was just practice. I’m not into men.”
Well, the hard dick throbbing against Aiden’s palm said otherwise.
“It’s okay,” Aiden murmured, pushing Zain’s thobe out of the way and moving forward until his face pressed against the obscene bulge under Zain’s pants. Aiden breathed in, trying to rein in his excitement. God, he hated that what he’d told Zain wasn’t even a lie: he did love sucking his cock. It was disturbing how much he loved it. He was kind of addicted to it. He would happily spend the rest of his life on his knees, with Zain’s cock in his mouth, used by him whenever Zain wanted to get off. And that was why this had to stop. This was madness. His attraction to Zain was turning into something obsessive, submissive, and unhealthy.
This had to stop.
Aiden couldn’t stop. “I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered, mouthing the head of Zain’s cock through the fabric. “No one will find out. You own me, right? My body is yours to use.”
A hand buried in his hair before roughly jerking his head up.
“It’s cute that you actually think you can manipulate me,” Zain said, his eyes blazing fire. “What are you hoping for? That you’ll be a good little cocksucker and I’ll let you go? Not happening.”
Aiden nearly laughed. It would have been so much better for his pride if he were trying to manipulate Zain. If he were pretending. But he wasn’t pretending. And he definitely had no idea what he was hoping to accomplish. He hadn’t really had the time to put together a coherent plan. But he trusted his instincts. And his instincts said that the only way to manipulate this man was not to outright try to manipulate him. To be honest about the strength of his attraction, no matter how mortifying it was. This man was too smart and cynical to be tricked by a lie.
“I’m not manipulating you,” Aiden said with a small, rueful smile. “Except for the part where I said I loved you. I know better than to try. I’m being honest, Zain. I hate you—and I didn’t used to hate anyone—but…”
Just say it.
“I want you,” he admitted, blushing as he met Zain’s gaze. “I hate it, I hate that you’ve become the focal point of my life, and it keeps getting worse every day—the fixation, the obsession, the hatred. I’m not a hateful person. This is not me. I feel like I’m losing myself the longer I’m stuck here, turning into someone I don’t recognize.” He laughed bitterly. “You said I look like a kicked puppy when you leave, and it’s—it’s actually not inaccurate. There’s a perverse part of me that’s already started thinking of you as my owner, and I hate that I—that I get off on it.” He was blushing furiously, barely able to hold Zain’s heavy gaze.
Zain’s grip on his hair tightened.
“I’m not gay,” he said again, his voice rough.
Aiden glanced at the bulge in Zain’s pants. It seemed to have become bigger. “Who cares?” he said, looking back into Zain’s eyes. “You can use me anyway. No one will know. I’m yours, aren’t I? Not Gadiel’s. Yours.”
Zain’s expression became tight, almost pained. It felt like those dark eyes were burning a hole in him. There was distrust in that gaze—this was a cynical man who didn’t trust easily—but Aiden could tell that he was affected by his words.
“I know you’re attempting to play me,” Zain said. “It won’t work. I don’t want you.”
Aiden narrowed his eyes and got to his feet. Laying his hand on the back of Zain’s chair, he leaned in and whispered, almost against Zain’s lips, “Bull. Shit. You want me. I can feel it.”
Zain’s jaw was locked so tightly Aiden could actually hear him grind his teeth.
“You’re delusional,” he said, his expression dismissive.
It was infuriating. Maddening. God, Aiden wanted to wrap his hands around that strong tanned neck and strangle him.
“You chose me,” Aiden said. “You. You looked at me kneeling on that podium, half-naked, and you wanted to own me.”
“I chose you for Gadiel.”
Aiden laughed. “Right. I don’t know your brother all that well, but even I can tell that I’m not really his type. He’s not the one who looks at me like he wants to wreck me with his cock.”
Zain’s nostrils flared. “You only see what you want to see,” he said. His tone was positively frosty.
Aiden eyed him.
Then, he straightened up and pulled his T-shirt off.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Zain said.
Aiden shoved his pants and boxer briefs down and kicked them away.
“Get dressed,” Zain said. His voice was strained. Terse. A little hoarse.
Aiden met his gaze and smiled. “Why? What’s a little nudity between two straight men?” He tried to keep his voice casual and careless, but being naked in front of this man was fucking nerve-racking. And much too arousing, in a fucked-up sort of way. He was acutely aware that he was nude and vulnerable in front of a fully dressed man who owned him. Aiden felt too hot, his skin tingling all over, his balls heavy, his cock aching. Even his nipples felt tight and sensitive, itching to be touched and rubbed and sucked. They ached as Zain’s dark, intense gaze roamed over them.
God, he’d never wanted sex so much. He’d never wanted anyone this badly before. It was pure animal lust, and it was making his mouth dry, his knees weak, and all his blood rush to his crotch. He wanted to fuck.
“Admit it,” Aiden whispered hoarsely, meeting Zain’s eyes. Melted chocolate. Hot, melted chocolate. “You want me. Deep down, you’ve always wanted me.” Jesus, it was pathetic how much he wanted that to be true. How much he wanted this man to want him.
Zain rose to his feet with the grace of a predator, his eyes glinting with something hard and mean. “I don’t. But if you’re that eager to be a hole for my cock, fine. Bend over.”
Aiden sucked in a breath. “W-what?”
Zain gave him a steady look. “You heard me, Aiden. Bend over the bed.”
Aiden stared at him. Zain stared back.
Seconds dragged by, and the air in the room seemed to become impossibly thick.
“I’m waiting,” Zain said evenly.
Was that triumph in his expression? The asshole was trying to freak him out. Fuck that.
Aiden turned, walked to the bed, and did as he was told, ignoring the voice at the back of his mind that was screaming at him to stop and walk out of this room while he still could.
“Now what?” he said defiantly, his voice shaking only a little. There were mirrors in the headboard. He could see his own wide-eyed face in them. Aiden dropped his gaze and stared at the bedspread. White. It was white.
The silence was starting to make him nervous. When was Zain finally going to admit that he was bluffing? That repressed, closeted dick would never actually fuck him.
At long last, he felt some movement behind him. He could hear a drawer open and close.
There was the sound of something tearing, and then a slick sound, as if… as if something slick was rubbed into flesh.
Aiden swallowed, his pulse thundering in his ears. Was Zain actually…?
He attempted to look over his shoulder, but a firm hand pressed against his nape and held his head down. The pressure wasn’t forceful, but firm and commanding, and Aiden despised the way his body immediately went pliant, as if trained to obey its master. Its owner.
“Stay still,” Zain said from behind him.
“What—what are you doing?” Aiden whispered.
“Doing exactly as you suggested.” Something blunt and slick pushed against Aiden’s asshole. “Making use of your hole.” Zain leaned his weight forward, his hand flexing on Aiden’s nape as something—Zain’s cock, holy shit—slowly, very slowly, inched into him.
Aiden gasped, his eyes widening in stunned disbelief. Zain seemed to have used an abundance of lube, so it didn’t really hurt, but the stretch was definitely uncomfortable given Zain’s size and the lack of prep.
Oh god, he had a cock in him. He had Zain’s cock in him.
Aiden breathed deeply and did his best to relax until he finally felt Zain’s clothed hips press against his ass. He was fully in, holy shit. Zain’s cock felt like a giant rod lodged into his ass. Aiden wondered why gay men did this all the time. How was this supposed to feel good? All it felt was uncomfortably full, like he wanted to take a shit.
“This is definitely not gay,” Aiden said with a laugh. “You’re the straightest man to ever straight.”
The grip on his nape tightened in warning, and Aiden shivered, hating himself a little for how much he enjoyed the bossy, grounding weight of it.
“You will shut up and take it,” Zain said nicely into his ear, his voice a little raspy as he pressed Aiden harder into the bed with his weight. “Like the good little hole you wanted to be.”
“Fuck you—” Aiden’s words turned into a startled moan when Zain shifted his hips, his cock rubbing right against his prostate.
“You were saying?” Zain ground out, pulling his cock out and slowly thrusting back into him.
“Congrats, you found my prostate—” Aiden moaned again as Zain gave another vicious stab against his sweet spot. “I still hate you. Asshole.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Zain said, biting his earlobe.
Aiden grinned dazedly. “Never, babe.”
Zain bit his earlobe again, his stubble scratching the side of Aiden’s face and sending a shiver over his skin.
Aiden turned his head, mouthing the corner of Zain’s lips desperately, wanting.
But Zain didn’t kiss him. He was breathing hard against his cheek, his thrusts becoming faster, his grip on Aiden’s nape unforgiving. Christ, it had no right to feel this good, not with this man. Aiden tried to appear unaffected, but he couldn’t seem to stop his hips from moving to meet Zain’s thrusts, chasing that delicious feeling of fullness. What had seemed uncomfortable a few minutes ago now felt like an itch that needed to be scratched, and he couldn’t get enough. His mind felt fuzzy, all other thoughts wiped clean other than the cock moving in him and the need to have his hole well and truly filled.
Before long, his state deteriorated to the point that Aiden found himself whimpering at every thrust, his overheated body pliant on the bed, unable to do anything but soak up the sensation of being dicked within an inch of his life.
God, was this how cock-sluts were created? Because he sure felt like one now. He felt like he would fucking cry if Zain stopped. He needed this, he needed this, he needed this—
And then the bastard pulled out. “Say it again,” he demanded, his breath hot against Aiden’s neck.
Aiden whined, disoriented and so damn empty it took him a moment to comprehend the words. “Say what?”
“Say that I own you,” Zain rasped out.
“Are you fucking serious? Move.”
Zain bit his neck, shooting a sensation of pain-pleasure straight to Aiden’s crotch. “Say it. Or I won’t give you my cock.”
Aiden shivered. “You own me, you self-centered dick. Now move, damn you. I wanna come.”
“Watch your tone. And you will come only if I let you.”
God. How did this horrible, infuriating man push every button he hadn’t even known he had?
“Please,” Aiden whispered, his voice small, raw, and terrifyingly honest. “Please, Zain.”
The man behind him went very still. He appeared to have stopped breathing altogether.
Then Zain gripped his hip hard and slammed back into him. Moaning, Aiden clutched the bedspread in his hands and held on as Zain’s cock hammered into him at an unrelenting pace, again and again and again.
Christ. So good. He’d never felt such a high. There was something about being fucked, about being used, submitting to this man’s strength and dominance, that felt so deliciously wrong and so hot. He was making sounds that didn’t sound manly in the least, broken moans and whines that he hadn’t even known he was capable of.
It took Aiden less than a minute of that to come, spilling his release all over Zain’s bed, pleasure making him see white.
He lay there in a pool of his own come, dazed, fucked-out and blissed-out, like a sex doll for Zain to use. And use him he did, for what felt like hours until he finally came, too.
Zain didn’t spill into him—he was wearing a condom—but Aiden could feel his orgasm almost as acutely as his own. He felt Zain shudder and shake, a low growl leaving his throat, barely audible but raw, before he fell on top of Aiden, breathing hard, still mostly clothed.
Aiden forced his eyes open and breathed, too, trying to regain a semblance of control. His body felt weak like a kitten’s, unable—unwilling—to move. He felt at peace exactly where he was: under Zain, with Zain’s cock still inside him.
Oh god.
Had he really allowed Zain to do it?
He had.
While Aiden would have liked to deny it, he couldn’t even pretend in his mind that Zain had forced him. Aiden had known that if he had said no and walked out, Zain would have let him. But he hadn’t.
What now?
How was he supposed to act now that he’d willingly—and enthusiastically—had full-on penetrative sex with the man who had bought him? Bought him for his little brother.
Zain pulled out of him, and Aiden hissed, aching in places he never had in his life.
Slowly, he turned onto his back and sat up.
Zain looked up from fixing his fly.
Their eyes met.
Later, Aiden would try to convince himself that it was a deliberate plan he’d come up with to manipulate Zain. But that would be a lie.
The truth was, his body moved before he could stop it. He got to his feet, he stepped forward, his arms wrapped around Zain’s neck, and…
And Aiden kissed him.
It was a gentle, chaste kiss, but it made Aiden shiver almost violently with the need to deepen it. He didn’t, keeping the contact of their lips barely there. Oh god.
Zain’s body was absolutely rigid against him. For a long moment, he didn’t move.
Then his hand came up and wrapped around Aiden’s throat. “What do you think you’re doing?” Zain said, his breath brushing against Aiden’s lips.
Aiden lifted his gaze to his eyes and smiled. “It was a kiss. I had fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”
Zain stared at him.
Aiden’s smile widened. God, there was nothing he enjoyed more than befuddling and frustrating this man. “What? No one ever kissed you after sex before?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
Grinning, Aiden patted him on the cheek. “What, did you seriously expect me to be freaking out over this? I did tell you that I wanted you, remember? I’m an honest guy.”
Zain bored his eyes into him. “I distinctly remember you telling me that you hated me.”
Aiden nodded. “I do,” he said amiably. “I do hate you. But it’s just sex. Sex means nothing. I can hate you and happily let you fuck me every day.”
Zain’s expression became tight. “I have no intention of fucking you again. This was—I did this to teach you a lesson. I’m not gay.”
And yet Zain still wasn’t pushing his very naked body away.
“Sure,” Aiden said agreeably, nuzzling the firm line of Zain’s jaw. Inhaling his scent greedily, Aiden murmured into Zain’s ear, “You sure taught me one. You taught me that I’m your thing. That you own me. That I’m yours to use.”
Zain’s spent dick twitched against his hip.
The hand around Aiden’s throat squeezed, the pressure almost painful, before Zain all but shoved Aiden away.
“Get out.”
Swallowing, Aiden opened his mouth but closed it when he saw Zain’s frosty expression.
“Fine,” Aiden said with a put-upon sigh. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.” He darted forward and pecked him on the cheek, smiling sweetly when Zain fixed him with a cold glare. “Good night, babe!”
Grabbing his clothes from the floor, he headed out of the room, whistling cheerfully.
Once the door shut after him, Aiden chuckled before dissolving into helpless laughter, though truth be told, there was nothing remotely amusing about the situation.
He was half-infatuated with a closeted, cold-hearted man who refused to even admit that he wanted him.
“It’s just a silly little crush,” Aiden muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
Just a silly crush.
It was.
If it wasn’t, he was fucked.
