Haru

I turned away, my heart racing and my head pounding. I said lowly, "It doesn't matter, Aiden. I'm tired and I want to sleep now."

God, I didn't want to tell him that I had been in love with him since I was in middle school, ever since I had started puberty.

He sighed, and I knew he wasn't going to prod for answers. He moved back, which was a relief for me. That meant he was leaving.

My relief was short lived, however, when he said, "Let's dry you properly before you sleep. I'll help."

I gasped in outrage and said urgently, "No. I'm fine, Aiden. I'll do it myself."

"You said you're tired, aren't you?" he said logically. "Look at you. You don't even have the strength to get up."

That wasn't true, and I told him so bluntly. "I can get up, Aiden. I'm not that tired that I need your help. I can dry and dress myself."

To show him just how energetic I was, I hastily got up and out of bed. In doing so, the towel unwrapped itself around my waist and came tumbling down to land around my feet on the floor.

"Shit!" I swore loudly.

Sickly embarrassed, I quickly bent down and grabbed the towel, my face hot. After I somehow managed to haphazardly cover my front, I sat back on the bed, trying desperately not to make any eye contact with Aiden.

Fuck! Aiden had seen everything, hadn't he? Everything! My fully aroused cock.

Stupid me! Why the hell hadn't I dressed myself properly? And why did Aiden have to come into my room at this ungodly hour?

Shit! I couldn't think straight.

Aiden came to stand in front of me, which caused my heart to race even faster in response. Don't come so close, I wanted to tell him, but my lips couldn't move as I sat there staring at his long limbs in front of me.

I felt his hand patting my head as he said, "So you can get a hard-on."

Shit! What the fuck did he mean by that? Was he implying that I couldn't get a hard-on just because he hadn't seen me with one before?

Well, to be honest, I had done my damned hardest to never let him get a glimpse of it. I mean, I could only be aroused because of him, after all.

I brushed his hand away and said defensively, "Anyone is bound to get one when he thinks about the one he loves."

He chuckled lightly. "Yeah, you're right," he said, his lean fingers threading through my hair, which made me want to groan out loudly in pleasure.

He came to kneel in front of me, which surprised me. My eyes were wide as I stared at him, wondering what he was doing.

He grinned at me, his beautiful hazel-green eyes intense on my face. "Want some help?"

I blinked. Eh? What did he just say?

I could only gaze at him, mesmerized, as he leaned his face toward me.

Suddenly, he pulled the towel away from my hand, revealing my fully aroused cock. I gasped.

Shit! What did he do that for?

I should seriously get the towel back and tell him to leave, but...

But my whole body was melting under his ardent gaze, and my heart was pounding so loudly inside my chest that I was sure Aiden could hear it, too.

Fuck, but I couldn't think straight.

Aiden moved even closer now, and I could feel his warm breath caressing my face. He wrapped his arm, strong and firm, around my neck and pulled me to him. My body weakly obeyed, and soon, we were nose to nose and nearly lips to lips.

Fuck! He smelled amazing. The Aiden scent that I loved.

"Is this going to be your first time anyone touched you?" he asked softly, his breath hot on my face.

I mutely nodded.

Damn, why was I nodding my head so obediently? What the hell was wrong with me? I should pull back and tell him to leave. I should tell him that I could take care of this myself.

Yes, I should do that. I should really do that.

"Aiden," I said, my voice hoarse. "I... I can do this myself. Let me go."

Instead of doing as I requested, Aiden tightened his arm around me instead as he said, "It's fine." Then he wrapped his hand around my stiff cock. I nearly gasped and groaned loudly.

Oh, My Fucking Lord! Aiden was touching my cock. Never in a million years had I ever thought that this day would come. Never! Ever!

Shit! Shit! Shit! He was stroking me now, up and down, feeling me all the way.

My heart burst at the joy of being fondled by the man I loved, and my head was in a mess of pleasure.

Fuck! I groaned again and buried my face in the crook of Aiden's neck.

"Relax," he said softly. "You need to relax. You're too stiff, Haru."

How could I relax at a time like this? When the person I loved was doing this to me, stroking me and driving me insane like this.

I clung to him as he continued to fondle and caress me. My whole body was shuddering in his arms as he moved faster and faster.

God, I wanted to call out his name so badly, but I forced myself not to, and it wasn't long before I knew I was going to come.

Fuck! It felt so good, him stroking me like this, his hand warm and firm around my cock. Then, I couldn't hold back and came as I clung to him.

I was breathless and dazed once it was all over, and I had to admit, it was by far the best I had ever had.

"Better now?" Aiden asked softly as he stared at my flushed face.

Feeling embarrassed, I nodded, avoiding eye contact.

"Get dressed and then go to sleep," he said.

Again, I mutely nodded.

Aiden drew back, leaving me feeling lost and vulnerable. I wanted to tell him not to go. Fuck, I wanted him beside me. I wanted him to come into my bed with me and cuddle me until I fell asleep. But of course, that was stupid, since I was a grown adult now.

Aiden got up and then headed to the door. Before he left, he said, "Good night, Haru."

I murmured under my breath, "Night, Aiden."