The boys couldn’t get a hold of themselves, even in the shower. It was incredible that they had actually won. Suddenly, Jim proposed:
– You guys know what? Party’s at my house tonight, y’all invited!
Everyone howled. What else could beat a party after a victorious game? And so, they were all excited about it.
Except for Aaron. Don’t get him wrong. He loved partying, but he also wanted to be with Jon. After all, Jon had canceled all of his meetings just to attend the game and Aaron wanted to make up for that.
“Hey, Aaron, you’re coming? You could bring Jonny if you want to.”, asked Jim.
“I don’t think I should.”, replied Aaron, “You know Jon, he doesn’t like crowded places. Plus, paparazzis could see us together while we’re there.”
“Oh, c’mon. You have to come!”, Haru added, “I’m sure Jon wouldn’t mind, would he?”
Aaron hesitated. “I don’t know, guys. Let me give him a call first.”, he suggested. Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed Jon.
“Hey, babe.”, Jon picked up.
“Hey, are you home yet?”
“Nah, I am waiting for you with driver Smith right now. We’re parking near the side entrance.”
“Yeah. Hey, um, listen. Jim’s having a party at his place tonight, so I wonder if you want to come. No, never mind, I’ll be out in…”
“You can go, babe.”, Jon interrupted, “I have paperworks to deal with anyway.”
Aaron was surprised: “Jon? Are you sure? You’re okay with it?”
“Of course, you can join me later. Have fun, babe.”
“Thank you thank you thank you!!!”, Aaron crowed. “I’ll be home soon. Say, around 10-ish. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”, Jon hanged up.
Aaron was delighted. “Let’s go, boys”, he announced.
Aaron got Haru to drop him at his place. He drunkenly dragged himself towards the elevator, got in and pressed the button. It was eleven o’clock at the moment.
“Ding!”, the elevator door slided open.
Aaron sloppily strolled to their luxurious penthouse and inserted the card key. He wondered if Jon was mad at him.
“Jon? I’m homeeeeee.”, he yelled.
That was weird. “Jon, where are you?”. God, his throat was burning like hell, Aaron got to the kitchen and poured himself a full cup of water.
He looked around. Where the hell could Jon be?
“JONNNNN!!!”, he screamed.
Okay, it was either Jon really got mad at him, or he had gone out somewhere. Aaron looked in the living room and the shower: Jon was nowhere to be found. Hold on, he did mentioned paperworks earlier, so there was only one place he could be.
Aaron stumbled upon the study. He carefully opened the door and looked inside. There he was, holding a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.
“Hey… thought you went out… I called but nobody answered.”, Aaron spoke up.
“Yes, I heard.”, Jon replied coolly, not looking away from the book.
Shit, he got mad. Aaron scratched the back of his head, he knew he shouldn’t have stayed for another drink.
Jon turned his swivel chair around and gave Aaron a serious look. He closed the book and took a sip of wine before standing up:
– I’ve finished my work. Now, if you excuse me, I’d like to call it a day and have a good sleep. Nancy went home early, so you might want to order pizzas.
Aaron was overwhelmed with guilt. Just when Jon was on the verge of passing him, he quickly grabbed Jon by the hand. But Jon firmly unhooked it and made his way towards the bedroom.
“Jonnnnn! Jonny, I’m so sorryyy.”, Aaron pleaded as he followed Jon, “Please don’t do this to me. You know how much I wanted to spend the night with you.” At this point, he had caught up with him and pulled at him like a child clinging to his mother. “I will… I will do anything. Just please don’t get mad at me. Please…”
Out of a sudden, Aaron could felt that Jon’s body was trembling. It was like… he was trying not to burst into laughter?
“Oh my god, babe.”, Jon finally laughed, “You are so adorable when you beg me like this.”
“Wait,” Aaron inquired, “you’re not mad at me?”
“Oh, I was just messing with you.”, Jon scoffed, “Well, I was a bit mad at first, but your overloading cuteness caught me offguard, psycho boy.”
Aaron’s face went beet red. He immediately laid down on the floor and throw his arms above his eyes, all without saying a word.
“What are you doing?”, Jon giggled, “Get up– wait, are you mad at me?”
“No…”, Aaron grunted.
“Well, then get up and talk to me.”
Jon sighed. Typical drunk Aaron, like always. Alright then, it was time for the secret weapon to be drawn.
Jon creeped to Aaron and sat down next to him. “I guess you leave me no choice, babe.”
Then, Jon tickled him.
Aaron couldn’t defend himself against Jon’s surprise attack. He bursted out laughing and so did Jon. Aaron had always been so ticklish, Jon knew this very well and always used it against him. But when Jon was about to go for his waist, Aaron swiftly grabbed his wrist and pulled him down. Their faces were only inches away as they were flaring hot and heavy breaths at each other.
“You’re right, Mr. Chairman.”, Aaron admitted while locking his dreamy eyes with Jon, “I was mad at you for making me look like a fool. So, tell me, how are you gonna make up for that?”
God, Jon could swear that drunk Aaron was definitely the hottest version of him.
Aaron smirked and raised his head to whispered in Jon’s ear. “How about you begging me back?”
Then, he reached for the back of Jon’s head and pulled him down. Their face met and Aaron pressed his lips to Jon’s. Mhmm, someone had been having apple martini, Jon thought.
They slowly pulled away. But shortly after that, Aaron gripped Jon’s collar and yanked his head down again. This time, he gently bit Jon’s lip a little and he let out a startled noise. Aaron chuckled, still rocking his lips agaisnt Jon’s. But then he suddenly stopped and pushed Jon away.
“Hey… what…?”, Jon asked as he gave him a puzzling look.
“As I said, you have to beg for it, Jonny.”, he stood up. “And I’m kinda hungry at the moment, don’t you think?”
So this was how it went.
‘Well-played Aaron, well-played. But I can stil outsmart you, honey.’, Jon thought to himself. “Of course, Mr. Reeds. Right this way, please.”, he grinned and walked into the kitchen with Aaron.
(to be continued)
- Codename: Technoblaze
- D.O.B: February 5th, 1995.
- Height: 5’8″
- Weight: 159 lbs
- Superpower: Fire manipulator, tactical master.
- Eye color: Copper red.
- Blood type: A
- Occupation: Entrepreneur.
- Likes: Quantum physics, astrology, mac and cheese, card collecting, cats, classical music.
- Hates: Spicy food, bugs, crowded places .
- Jon is the founder Technodrive Inc., the leading enterprise in fire safety.
Aaron was jolted awake by a deafening thunder-clap.
He panted and tried to catch his breath, as if air was being drained away from his lungs. His bare torso was covered in sweats.
Aaron turned to his side; Jon was stirring: the loud thunderbolt must have awoken him as well.
“Aaron?”, inquired Jon with his sluggish voice, “What’s wrong?”
Aaron gave him a terrifying look, tears were about to escape his eyes. Without warning, he spreaded out and wrapped his arms around Jon.
Jon could sense that Aaron was not okay at all. He just reached out and then kindly stroked Aaron’s hair. It was his personal remedy since it always helped calm him down. Plus, Jon loved stroking his chestnut hair; it had always been so soft and fuzzy.
“You’re here, you’re here, you’re here,…”, Aaron quietly reassured himself, still not releasing Jon from his grasp.
Jon was quiet, he knew the best thing to do was to let him be. He gently peppered kisses on Aaron’s neck.
Aaron seemed to have quiet down a little. Jon patiently waited for his panic to subside and then unwrapped Aaron’s arms.
“Hey, is it about him again?”, he spoke up.
“Ye… Yes. I had… a psychic dream…”, replied Aaron, “A nightmare. It felt so real. He… he was there, he made me watch you being tortured before drawing his knife to your throat and sliced it open. I couldn’t move. I… I…”
A tear drop rolled down his face but he quickly hid it. Aaron had never wanted to become this helpless, especially in front of Jon.
Jon sighed; poor Aaron, that incident had never stopped haunting him. It just kept getting worse as the days go by. He cupped his face and muttered: “Shh… I’m here now… He’s long gone, okay? He can’t harm us – or anyone else anymore. Hey, hey, look at me,” Jon held Aaron’s chin and tilted his head, “I’m alive and right here, in front of you. And I’m not going anywhere, alright?”
“Okay.” Aaron nodded and gave him a faint smile. Jon planted a light kiss on his cheek but Aaron swiftly pulled him in and firmly pressed his lips against Jon’s. He had never seen Aaron kissed him so passionately, it was as if every kiss they share was his last. Aaron slowly pulled away and whispered:
“I can’t lose you again. I just can’t.”
“And you won’t. I promise you.” Jon reassured.
Aaron nodded and sighed in relief. He lied down and held Jon closer to his chest.
“Let’s go back to sleep,”, proposed Aaron as he gently pecked Jon on the lips, “we’ve got hero duties tomorrow.”
“Sure, sure, psycho boy.” Jon giggled.
“I love you.”
“And me, you. Goodnight.”
Aaron had drifted to a sounding sleep. Beside him, Jon slowly removed the bedsheet and creeped to the bedroom window. He lit a cigarette while still having his eyes on Aaron.
At that moment, Jon decided that he should not reveal to Aaron that the body was never found; not yet, especially during this vulnerable period.
He just hoped that it was only just an ordinary dream.
- Codename: Captain Mastermind.
- D.O.B: May 2nd, 1995.
- Height: 6’1″
- Weight: 168 lbs
- Superpower: Psychic and kinetic.
- Eye color: Blue.
- Blood type: O
- Occupation: Professional baseball player.
- Position: Pitcher.
- Likes: Baseball, chicken nugget, video games, dogs, crime fiction, romantic comedy.
- Hates: Spiders, dirt, pollen (due to allergy).
- Aaron is the rising star in Kreaton city. The beloved hero on the field by day and on the streets by night.