"Not of you." I rolled into his shoulder when he tugged me closer, snuggling into the side of his body. I closed my eyes for a second, smelling that piney, woody scent of his.
"A little of me, of us. It's been intense bonding, yeah?" I nodded. "And today would have scared the shit out of anyone. If I was just here for sex, maybe I would be pissed, but I think we both know I'm looking for more. Jules?" I looked up at him, at those eyes so warm, I felt like I could almost put my hands out in front of them to defrost. He moved in slowly to kiss me, keeping it light and sweet when I didn't pull away. He smiled when we finally drew back. "Sleep, Jules, as much as you can. You're going to need rest before you see that bastard tomorrow."
I lay there for a while, feeling the long slow strokes down my spine, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat. I was tired, I could feel the exhaustion beating down on me. I'd thought the previous day intense, but that had apparently been a challenge for this one. But for all Aaron's good intentions, he wasn't exactly relaxing to be around, for the best possible reasons.
There was still that kind of 'strange' feel to him. We'd certainly added a whole lot of stuff to our sexual repertoire since getting together, trying out lots of things just the two of us and with the other guys, but I knew him the least. It was comforting to lay my head on that big beautiful body, but it was also...intriguing. The prickle of interest I felt down my spine felt natural and organic, not thrust onto me by paranormal forces, so I slid my hand down his stomach.
The muscles immediately bunched, turning to cobblestones under my palm, then his hand slapped down on mine and stopped me from going any farther.
"Jules, it’s fine. You don't need to do that."
"Don't I?" I rose up on one shoulder. "What if I want to?"
"You've had a tough day and had to endure—"
"I know what I went through. Thanks for being considerate of that, really. There's plenty of blokes who would have just cornered me in here and started pushing their dick at me, whining about how long it'd been since I got them off. But you're not like that."
"I'd fucking hope not. My nana would kill me."
"I don't want to have sex. I'm definitely not relaxed enough, and if I ask the guys to help out there, this'll turn into some huge thing, and then I'll be woken by Kelly hammering on my door in the morning, covered in all of your cum."
"Fuck, Jules, don't talk like that."
"Why?" I walked my fingers down his abdomen. "Because you're aching?"
"You make me so fucking hard, you know that. Especially when I've been on roster." He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "I spend the week stroking my cock non-fucking-stop, thinking about you until my bunkmate made me take the bottom, sick of hearing the springs creak. But we'll get there. Even if it’s not until my next leave, or the one after that. Keeps my calluses well maintained."
He grinned and showed me those massive paws of his, and sure enough, there were calluses across the tops of his palms. Though, I was willing to bet he got them in a much more prosaic way.
"What would you be doing right now if you'd been sent down to barracks?"
"Now?" He glanced at his watch. “It'd be lights out, so I guess I'd be starting to take care of the hard-on I'd been sporting all day."
"Yeah? And how would that start? Gentle or rough?"
His eyes sparkled in the gloom of the bedroom, the only light the diffused moonbeams coming in through the curtains.
"How would I...? Well, it depends. If everyone's out to it and I've got the energy, I like to start out slow, make the whole thing last a bit."
"Like this?"
I sat up beside him, dislodging the blankets, and then reached over and gripped his cock lightly.
"Fuck..." he said, fingers digging into the sheets.
"Like this, Aaron?"
I let my fingers brush against him as I rubbed my hand up and down, only just tight enough to register. As if I was holding the most fragile thing. His feet shifted on the bed, knees pulling up as he groaned.
"Yeah, just like that."
"And then what?"
"Mmm?" Aaron's reply was strangled, his hips moving in small little thrusts along with my hand.
"And then what would happen?"
"And then..." I slowed my stroke, loosening my grip until he could probably hardly feel it.