Chapter 7

AARON’S POV

The room was dark, lit only by the flickering neon sign from across the street that bled deep blues and purples across the sheets.

The boy beneath me was on his knees, his shoulders trembling with effort as he desperately took my cock into his mouth. I reached down, my fingers sinking into his messy hair, kneading his scalp as I watched his pink nipples peak and harden from the excitement of his arousal.

His other hand was a blur, frantically stroking his own length, already slick and dripping with pre-cum.

“So big…” he managed to choke out, his voice a gravelly, feverish mess.

I let out a low, guttural growl, the sound vibrating in my chest. “Leon, you’re such a little slut,” I groaned, half in insult and half in genuine admiration.

“Please don't stop…” he begged as I pulled out completely, with a grunt.

I didn't give him a chance to say anything else. I grabbed his hips and shoved him back onto the bed, the mattress spring groaning under his weight. I lined myself up with his dripping entrance, the heat coming off him in waves.

I lingered there for a second, just at the edge, watching his pale hips buck upward in silent demand and desperation. He was practically begging for me to fill him, his eyes unfocused and glazed.

I smirked, the power of it hitting me harder than any drug. I slammed home in one deliberate thrust.

“Nnh…!”

We both let out a ragged, simultaneous moan of pleasure that filled the quiet suite. I gripped his waist so hard I knew I’d leave marks.

“Greedy little thing,” I whispered against the shell of his ear.

This was my first time with a guy, but damn, it was incredible. Better than any of the girls I’d had in the back of my car or in empty classrooms.

Who would’ve thought the priest’s son, the untouchable Leon, would be this depraved? But then again, once I’d seen what he was hiding, it all made sense.

I’d known about this little mouse for a long time. Back at school, he thought he was being subtle, but I’d seen him.

He used to spy on me whenever I was hooking up with girls in the equipment shed or behind the bleachers.

I had even let him know that I noticed him, once.

It didn't disgust me, honestly, knowing those big, innocent eyes were watching me through the cracks in the wood made me perform even better. It was a rush.

A fire began in my brain, piquing my curiousity about him. I started digging. I wanted to know what made the priest's kid tick. It didn't take long to find his secret life as the most notorious smut-writer on the school forums. I’d hacked his laptop months ago, and what I found was a goldmine.

He’d written me into his stories, every filthy, graphic detail, except he called me “Damian”in his fantasies. He’d replaced the girls I was with with himself. I knew he had a massive, pathetic crush on my best friend, Damian. It was too delicious to ignore.

I had to see how far he'd go.

I’d been watching over him like a twisted guardian angel. I even helped him out once when his dad almost caught him with his laptop open, distracting the old man just in time. But I’m no saint. Everything has a price, and I wanted my interest paid in full.

I’d lured him here tonight with those texts, and the little brat actually listened,he showed up without underwear just like I told him to.

But then the fever hit him. I felt a flicker of something like regret when he didn't show up in the room.

I’d been waiting, getting impatient, and when I finally opened the door to the hallway, I found him collapsed on the floor. To make matters worse, Damian was standing there, looking confused as hell, staring down at the body. I’d brushed him off, hauled Leon up to the penthouse suite, and told Damian to forget he saw anything.

This place is the biggest gay club in the city; they provide “specialized” services for people with money, so no one asked questions. I gave him some fever reducers and sat on the edge of the bed, watching his chest rise and fall. I was actually going to call it a night.

I know it might sound unbelievable, given what I was currently doing to him. But I was actually going to be the “good guy” for once.

But as I turned to leave, Leon's hand shot out. He grabbed my wrist, his skin burning. He lunged at me, his movements clumsy and desperate. He started kissing me with zero technique, just slamming his mouth against mine, his hand fumbling at my crotch through my denim jeans.

I pulled back, breathless. “What do you think you’re doing?” I’d asked, my voice thick with amusement.

He looked at me with those hooded, glazed eyes, the fever making him look even more wrecked.

“I want to have sex with you, I want my first time to be with you,” he breathed.

“Fuck.”

That was all it took. My self-control snapped like a dry twig.

“Faster…” Leon moaned now, sounding frustrated as I moved inside him. He was so tight it was almost painful, his internal temperature soaring.

I brought my hand down in a stinging slap against his perky backside. Smack.

The sound was loud in the room, and I watched a perfect red handprint bloom on his skin. He let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my gut.

“Such a slut,” I repeated, picking up the pace.

Every thrust created a wet, squelching sound that echoed off the walls. He was burning up,I could swear even our fluids felt hot between us. It was intoxicating, a fever dream in every sense of the word.

I watched him work his own length, jerking himself off while I pounded into him, his head lolling back against the pillows.

“Ah... so good! I'm gonna cum!” He arched his neck, his body becoming as taut as a bow, his muscles corded and straining.

I hammered into him, my vision blurring, ready to blow. I was lost in it, lost in the heat and the way he felt around me.

“Yes! Damian!” he cried out, his voice reaching a crescendo as he spent himself, white streaks hitting his own chest.

I came right along with him, a blind, white-hot explosion that left me gasping for air. But as the ringing in my ears faded, the air in the room suddenly felt like it had turned to ice.

What did he just call me? Damian?

The post-nut clarity hit me like a physical punch to the jaw. I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated rage. I wrenched myself out of him, semen slicking his thighs and the sheets in a messy blur.

I looked down at him. Leon had already drifted back into a deep sleep, his face still flushed with the afterglow of an orgasm he thought he’d shared with someone else. He looked peaceful, like he’d finally gotten what he wanted.

“Fuck!” I spat, the irritation boiling over.

I stood there, naked and shaking with anger, staring at the boy who had just used me as a stand-in for my best friend. He hadn't even known it was me.

“Fuck!”