Chapter 15: Doors And Walls

It was late in the evening when he finally went home. He had taken the car and driven aimlessly for hours, trying hard to ignore the mess in his brain.

Like a burglar, he sneaked into the house. Maybe Aron was already asleep and he wasn’t going to offer any explanations now. He took off his shoes and began to walk slowly through the living room. Maybe he was just going to crash on the sofa.

The sound of a door opening and the light flooding the room made him stop. He turned slowly only to face a very quiet and angry Aron who now had many more clothes on him then the nights before. Funny, how he wished he could just stare at Aron’s naked chest right now more than anything in the world. But the guy wore a tee, and he was clearly pissed.

“You didn’t come to the hospital, after all,” Aron said.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Carter murmured as he crushed on the sofa.

He felt so damn exhausted.

“Where have you been? Where do you come from at this fucking hour?” Aron said, loudly this time.

“Work,” Carter shrugged.

“I know you’ve not been at work until now, Alex. So I’m asking again. Where the fuck have you been?”

All right, Aron wasn’t exactly shouting, but he was close. And Carter had a migraine that could kill an army of divas.

“Stop shouting, what the fuck?” he groaned.

“Have you been with Simon? Again?” Aron asked, in the same aggressive tone. “I thought you were through with playing around with that guy.”

“Playing around?” Carter snorted.

He was so damn tired.

“I know that it must be rewarding for you to have someone like him lick your feet, but really, you should just leave that guy alone. And you should be more careful. You cannot always dodge rumors by claiming you’re practicing hugging!”

Ah, so at least Aron hadn’t been fooled by that cheap trick. But, wait, what did Aron know about the whole Simon affair?

“What do you think I’m doing with Simon?” he asked directly.

Aron huffed.

“You like to lead him by the nose. I know you like the attention, but I don’t want to be called the poor cheated husband in all this. And that guy should find someone who would be interested in reciprocating. Plus, since you’re not sleeping with him, like you swore to me you’re not, what the hell are you two doing for hours?”

“I’m not sleeping with Simon?” Carter blinked in confusion. “Then what the hell I’m doing?”

“You tell me,” Aron shot back. “Ah, wait, it’s your amnesia!”

Aron didn’t believe him he was amnesic. Aron thought Alex and Simon were some sort of buddies. And he was simply dumb about the whole thing. Carter felt so exhausted that he just wanted to throw in Aron’s face that Alex had already cheated and that he had had Simon’s cock up all his usable holes. But no, he had tried so hard to keep things in check.

So why weren’t they? Why the fuck were things not in check? And why was his mother crying when she just had to be ... her usual self? Logical? Restrained? Always caring about her next exploring mission?

“Alex, have you been crying?” Aron suddenly asked in shock, his voice a complete one-eighty from before.

No, he hadn’t been crying.

“Your eyes are all red and puffy,” Aron hurried by his side.

“Just dust getting in my eyes,” he mumbled.

From all the driving with the windows down. He had felt the need for air like he had been on the point of suffocating.

Aron pulled him into a hug, ignoring him, and damn it felt good. It was so warm in Aron’s arms. He rubbed his forehead against Aron’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry about Simon,” he mumbled. “I have it all figured out.”

Sort of. Still better than nothing. Still better than cheating. He could not believe that scumbag Alex. Why was he cheating on Aron? Why the fuck was he doing that? Aron was ... everything.

He clung to Aron hard. This was not supposed to happen, but he needed Aron more than anything now. So he held him tight, just as tight as Aron was squeezing back.

“You’re worrying me, baby,” Aron cooed. “You’re not your usual self.”

Carter felt like laughing.

I’m not, Aron! I’m not your lying cheating asshole husband! I’m just your lying idiot best friend!

Words that were just meant to remain unspoken.

For the moment, he just felt naked. Not physically, but as if his soul was exposed and every little bit of it was left out to dry. So he just needed to take Aron’s strong body and drape his bare soul with it. Only that way he could get out of it, away from his own mistakes.

His breath was shallow as he angled his head to kiss Aron. He could tell the man was a bit surprised. No, it wasn’t a kiss like a peck on the lips. It was needy and raw, and, now Carter could admit it, if only for this moment, sexual.

This wasn’t the cold kiss he had given Simon earlier. All his need for Aron was molded into it. He bit Aron’s lips softly, despite the thrumming in his blood. Aron exhaled, and Carter pushed his tongue inside hard. He wanted to taste Aron, to eat him up whole, and make him a part of him. If only for this moment.

“Baby,” Aron cooed.

He didn’t care for Aron’s soft words, for his worry and pity. He wanted, no, needed, something else. So he moved and straddled Aron’s thighs, enjoying the way his crotch rubbed against Aron’s silk pants, as he leaned forward.

At least, Aron had no mind to protest. Instead, his large hands wandered down Carter’s back, landing on his ass and squeezing hard.

It was Alex’s body Aron loved and cherished. But Carter had to make things right for his own sake this one time, and imagine how Aron would touch him, his body, not the one he was renting right now not by his own volition. How would Aron’s hands fit on his muscled back? He wasn’t as big and strong as Aron, but still, he was nothing like skinny, doll face Alex. He was a man, wanting and needing another man.

What would Aron think of him if he were to saw him naked? He still remembered the comment the guy had made about his ass. Maybe he really did have the type of ass Aron liked, although he had no idea how that could be. He didn’t care to understand. He just wanted to have Aron, even if only temporary.

“You’re so hot tonight,” Aron whispered through the kisses. “Are you really okay, baby?”

“Is it wrong for me to want you?” Carter asked, painfully aware that Aron could not understand the question.

“No, no, why would it be wrong? I want you so much, baby,” Aron whispered and began licking Carter’s neck.

He was a fraud. A trickster of the worst kind. But tonight, he could not help it. There was just one thing.

“Condoms? Do we have any?”

Cheater Alex still had a body that needed to have clean tests results before sleeping with his husband.

“I’ll find one,” Aron put him down, a bit too abruptly.

He sat there, on the floor, not moving. He was insane, but, by the way his body looked in that hospital, he was probably going to die soon, so heaven could forgive him for wanting this, wanting Aron. The whole of him.

Aron was back and Carter let himself manhandled now, his jeans pushed down, and his body bent over the sofa.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m so going to fuck you,” Aron caressed his ass, squeezing his buttocks and sending small shocks up his spine.

He could not be more beyond himself with want. For once in an eternity, he was honest with himself. If there was one single thing he wanted in the world right now, after he had seen his mother crying, that was not to lie for a moment or two.

Aron’s fingers were cool and slick against his ass, and he pushed back, wanting the hardest part to pass, the one that he didn’t want to think about when he was going to just surrender one part of him that he had thought was not going to belong to anyone else. The foolishness of that was almost painful.

He willed his body to relax. He had no clear idea about gay sex, but he knew how the human body worked. His nerve endings were raw, and just getting more and more overstimulated by each thrust of Aron’s fingers.

“Ready, baby?” Aron whispered, his voice loaded with desire.

He had no term of comparison. He didn’t know. But he wanted to find out.

“Fuck me,” he said simply.

He clenched his hands into the leather sofa. Most probably there were going to be traces left from his blunt nails, but right now he had no time to think about everything. Aron was big, gigantic at his backside, and he wondered if this was going to work, after all. Perception was clearly skewed; he knew exactly how big Aron was. And this wasn’t it. He just had to let go. Aron had fucked his husband. It wasn’t impossible. And he needed Aron deep inside, he needed him so badly, that it had to work.

Aron was grunting, expressing his strain. It was obvious that it wasn’t easy for him, either.

“Sorry, baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” Aron spoke.

“I want you to hurt me,” he whispered.

Because then I won’t be able to feel anything else, he continued in his mind. And not feeling anything else is everything I want. There’s only room for you here right now.

Home. That was Aron for him.

He cried out in surprise as Aron’s began sliding in, the lube finally doing its job. The sensation of fullness was maddening. Like he could not breathe, but who needed to breathe anyway? Aron grabbed his slender waist with his hands and pushed himself fully inside.

Like a sword in its sheath. Carter would have laughed at the comparison, if not for the stabbing pain in his backside. But he could live with it because it was everything he wanted.

“I’m hurting you,” Aron caressed his ear with his lips.

“I want you to hurt me,” he repeated like a mantra.

Aron eased himself from Carter’s body, and Carter wanted to protest, but the man pushed himself back in, and weirdly enough, it was no longer hurting as much. The fullness sensation was still there, but it was like he was regaining some of the sensibility in his nerves. His ass reacted by squeezing the hard flesh inside.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re going to make me blow too soon,” Aron complained.

Carter willed himself to relax again, but, at this point, his body was taking over. He felt like an animal in rut, something uncontrollable. His cock was hard, slapping against his abdomen, with each move Aron was making.

Aron was giving it to him hard now. Carter moved his hands to grab his buttocks and part them as much as he could. He wanted more of Aron inside, everything, even though it wasn’t possible.

“Damn it, Alex, why do you have to be so hot? Fucking sexy, I’ll rip your ass in half if you’re teasing me anymore.”

No, it was perfect. Except for one thing. He needed to hear it, even if just one time. He clamped his ass hard on Aron’s shaft again, milking the man with all his strength.

“I’m close, baby, I’m going to blow! Fuck, Alex!”

“Call me Carter,” he whispered.

“W-what?” Aron stammered, but he was too far gone to stop his hammering.

“Call me Carter!” he shouted as he felt his eyes rolling in his head.

“Carter,” Aron whispered, unsure, trying to slow down.

“Tell me what you want to tell him,” Carter continued. “Please, Aron, do it!”

“Argh, fuck, baby, what are you doing?”

“Say it, say it!” Carter demanded in a strangled voice.

His cock was hitting the sofa, sending shots of pleasure from tip to root. At the same time, he was slamming against Aron’s larger frame, swallowing up the guy’s cock over and over again.

“I fucking want to fuck you, Carter! I want to ... breed you, make you mine!”

Oh, fuck, the condom was in the way! Carter swore in his mind. Aron breeding him, filling him up like Carter was his. That would have made him complete. He came in short bursts, clamping down hard on Aron’s cock, dragging the guy with him.

He could feel the guy’s cock pulsing inside his tight as hell channel. Aron withdrew after a few minutes spent doing nothing but breathing.

“I don’t think I want to know what that was all about,” Aron mumbled.

The guy sounded guilty. And Carter felt guilty, too. So, it had been a mistake, after all. But could one more matter when it was just part of a long string of wrongdoings? Going down in flames had to stand for something.

Aron had dragged him to bed after that, and he had slept fitfully through the night. Why was everything so fucking fucked up? Couldn’t hell just open up already and claim his lousy existence? It wasn’t like anyone was going to miss him.

Stop lying, idiot. The image of his mom crying came unbound, like a wave cleaning everything in its path. It wasn’t so easy to let go, after all, now was it?

He woke up, feeling more despondent than he had ever felt in his life. Aron was no longer in bed. Maybe the guy just had to be early at work. With a long sigh, he woke up and headed for the bathroom.

Aron was probably in the kitchen, he thought. Or hopefully already out the door. He wasn’t sure he could face the guy right now.

He moved about the house, wondering what the hell he was going to do next. There was quite a list of things, actually. He needed to see his real body at the hospital again, find out what the hell was happening, and the medical prognosis. Then he needed to apologize to Mark, as soon as he was back at work. He needed to cut Simon loose, without all the blackmail, if possible.

And he needed to talk to Aron and apologize to him, too. For him, there was no winning in this. And the more he had tried to make things better, the worse things had gotten.

What the hell was that in the door? He squinted. Luggage? Well, a carry all by the looks of it.

“I’ll be away this weekend,” Aron spoke, somewhere from behind.

“Why?” he asked right away.

“I need a small break,” Aron replied. “Don’t throw a tantrum, please. I’m coming back on Sunday.”

“Don’t leave,” Carter interrupted. “I need to talk to you.”

Aron set his jaw.

“It can wait until I get back.”

“You don’t have work today?”

“I’ll leave from the office,” Aron explained. “Alex, look,” he added, in a firm tone that could barely hide his exasperation, “I don’t understand what games you’re playing anymore. God knows I’ve tolerated enough. But this is just too much. You can’t use my feelings against me like this.”

“You mean, the feelings you have for Carter?”

“No. The feelings I have for you.”

Carter opened his mouth and closed it back. Everything was backfiring and he had no bulletproof vest.

“Do you still care about Carter?” he insisted.

“I do,” Aron said aggressively. “But I’ve been trying all my life to walk away, and you, with your stupid games, are not helping. Really, Alex? Do you want me to pretend I’m fucking him when I’m with you? You really are something. No one could have thought of a better way to torture us both. And just when I thought we were starting to get along a little better. Well, you can’t have everything. You can’t have Simon to use as your personal ego booster, you can’t have everyone kissing your feet or otherwise you get pissed, you can’t pretend to be Carter so that I love you more!”