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Aaron's home late again. He assumes Rick's already sleeping. Usually if he's back home any later than ten, he just takes himself off to bed and they catch up in the morning. Tonight, it's almost one in the morning, and Aaron feels guilty about it because it's the third night in a row he hasn't been back on time to kiss Rick goodnight.
Sighing, he locks the front door behind him and treads upstairs with his bag slung over his shoulder, but is soon stopped in his tracks when he hears the sounds coming from their bedroom.
Rick's breathing heavily, huffing out pants and grunts as wet little noises ring out in the background, the unmistakeable sound of pleasure. He blinks in surprise. Then he shudders. He cautiously opens the door and gazes around, his eyes soon landing on Rick; who's stroking himself in the middle of the bed, alone.
Noticing the light, Rick looks up, and isn't surprised to see Aaron standing in the doorway. He shoots him a grin, fingers still curled around his cock. "Finally!"
Aaron smirked. "Thought you were cheating on me for a second." He was met with a scoff and a sarcastic eye roll. Rick flicked a polaroid picture at him, and it landed at his feet.
"Cheating on you with that?" He purred, and sure enough, when Aaron picked it up and flipped it over, it was a picture of his own shirtless form that Rick had taken while he was laid out on the lawn in the sun, looking tanned and toned and perfect, just how Rick liked him.
He chuckled. "Oh, you missed me that much, huh?" He unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of his body, joining Rick in bed. His voice dropped an octave or two as he positioned himself in his lap. "Why don't you keep going?"
Rick's eyes sparkled. "Yeah?" His hand started moving again, up and down on his shaft while he looked Aaron in the eye. "Fuck..."
Bringing his other hand out to hold Aaron's waist, Rick watched as he reached down and palmed himself through his jeans, putting on a show for him. His lips parted and his hand sped up, stroking faster when Aaron unzipped his pants. Watching like a dog waiting for a bone, Rick moaned and squirmed, unsatisfied with how slow Aaron was being as he took himself out of his pants.
"Wait." He spoke to Rick in a warning tone, finally revealing himself to him. Pushing his hips forward and pressing his dick against Rick's, Aaron pushed his hand away and replaced it with his own, beginning to stroke them both together and taking in the reaction he received from Rick.
Rick raised his hips eagerly, watching Aaron's hand and puffing out short, panting breaths. "Aaron, I'm close." He gasped, letting his eyes flutter closed. Aaron gave him a look; amused by how easy he was.
"Already?" He scoffed, taking his hand away. Rick elbowed his arm playfully in response.
"I've been jerking off all night and I haven't came yet! Of course I'm close!" He protested. Aaron still found it cute that he could cum so easily. He carefully returned his hand to it's former position and began to rub up and down again, observing Rick's expression closely to check if he was still on the edge.
Rick seemed to take well to Aaron's second round of touching, relaxing more now and trying to steady his breathing. He watched him work their shafts, occasionally stopping to tease Rick's tip with his thumb, and before long he was starting to squirm again. He looked up at Aaron, begging with his eyes.
"Can I do it this time?" He asked, taking Aaron's wrist and holding it to make him keep going.
"Not yet," Aaron smiled. "We're gonna cum together, okay?" He murmured, his voice soft and sweet despite Rick's little noises of disagreement. "Come on. Hold on for me, just a while longer."
Rick's fingers were twitching on Aaron's wrist, his other hand grasping onto the sheets below him as precum pulsed from his tip. He sped up, and Rick's breath hitched. "Aaron. Y-you're gonna have to slow down..."
His pleas were ignored, and instead, countered. Aaron's stroking was relentless, his hand moving like he was trying to make Rick cum, rather than trying not to. Rick cried out, right as Aaron removed his hand at the very last second. He let his head fall back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling and his dick twitching. His body felt heavy and there was a deep ache in his abdomen from his previous failed orgasm.
Aaron grinned. "You're doing great," He praised, stroking his own cock right in front of him, just to frustrate him. "Ready for more?"
Although he wasn't best pleased with Aaron for doing that to him, he nodded, wiping the sweat from his forehead and closing his eyes in preparation. Sure enough, Aaron's grip returned, and he continued stroking them both with a fast rhythm.
It seemed to drag on forever. Longer than Rick could tolerate. Aaron must've taken his hand away and put it back seventeen, eighteen, nineteen times before he even got close to letting Rick finish. He was beyond frustrated. He looked up at Aaron, a feral, needy look in his eyes. "Let me cum!" He huffed pathetically.
"Not until I say so." Aaron smirked calmly.
"Say so, then!" He retorted, biting his lip. "Oh, god. Please..."
Aaron got a rush from his desperation. He made him stay on the edge for a few moments longer, until finally, he granted him permission with three softly spoken words. "Cum for me."
It only took the first syllable for Rick to ejaculate onto Aaron's stomach, unwilling to wait any longer. He painted his skin with thick white fluid and moaned his name between gasps.
Aaron's eyes glazed over as he followed soon after, cumming onto himself and spilling a little onto Rick's body too. The energy between them was electric, and as their lips met in a heated, breathless kiss, Rick knew that this wouldn't be the last time he let Aaron catch him getting off alone.