Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 33
Fucking-Up

Quick note: as I promised, I added the draft version at the bottom, so that makes this part a 14K-word long chapter, and knowing how Wattpad often messes up with my copy-paste from Word, I hope there won't be paragraphs missing, so if you feel like something is missing, let me know and I'll have a look.

And since it's been a while, remember that we're jumping over a month later after the previous chapter ;)

Saturday 23 August 2003

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me earlier!?"

Oopsie...

Someone sounds angry...

Ivan's roaring voice, immediately followed by the noise of the entrance door being slammed shut, makes me startle and nearly jump on my seat. Well, I can't be the source of his anger this time, so I quickly relax. Nonetheless, I quit the chatting conversation I was having with Cam through texts and hide my phone underneath a pile of books.

"You were busy in meetings more than one thousand miles away, Ivan! What would you have done!? It could wait for your return!"

Anton...

So, Ivan's angry at Anton, and I wonder what happened...

Ivan flew to San Antonio last Tuesday to deal with some business – something about getting rid of a hotel and a nightclub he owns there – and from the daily conversations I had over the phone with him, the transactions got trickier than he expected; so much so that he had to postpone his return to this morning instead of Thursday. Consequently, I was ready to face a grumpy bear, but it seems like it's even worse.

However, far from showing repentant, fearful or at least sorry, Anton's voice sounds peculiarly detached, even a bit amused, and actually quite disdainful.

"Don't scoff, Anton, it's serious."

"I know, Ivan, but we dealt with the issue, and it wasn't worth disturbing you."

As my curiosity gets stronger than my fear to meet an angry Ivan, I head out of the library and instantly come across the two men in the living room. As soon as he sees me, the tension that darkens Ivan's features immediately fades away and his eyes soften as he pulls me into a hug.

"Hey, Menino, it's so good to see you," he whispers warmly, brushing my back.

"Welcome back home, hope you had a nice trip," I reply warily, still aware of his strained body.

"Yeah, all good. Listen," he then says as he pulls back, his voice recovering all its seriousness, "I need to discuss something with Anton now. It's almost noon, so would you mind preparing a quick meal so that we can have lunch together? Or you can order someth..."

"No worries, I'll make a salad."

"Yeah, something simple so you don't burn the kitchen," he teases, earning a deserved eyeroll. "Thanks, Aaron. We won't be long."

As Ivan heads toward his office, I turn to greet Anton with a hug, whispering a smug good luck in his ear, which earns me a playful kick in the ass before he goes to meet his friend.

Now, this house is really big. Really, really big. It has a huge surface, then thick walls and doors, and yet, although the kitchen is on the opposite side of Ivan's study, I still get to hear their shouts as I mince iceberg lettuce, tomatoes, palm heart and cucumber. Jeez! What the heck happened that would yield such an argument? Not that I would dare to ask, so...

Once I have added canned corn in the bowl, I quietly traverse the dining room and cautiously approach the office door where I prick my ears to decipher their words. It's just too bad they seem to be calming down.

"You see, Ivan? Ellie perfectly managed!" Anton clearly tries to reason.

"All the same, I need to know these things as they happen. And you know it!"

"It wasn't that bad. Plus it's bound to happen in a mix club..."

"I know, Anton, but there are rules they're supposed to follow, and one is to not mess with engaged people. Fuck! There are enough members in this club! Harvey's a pain in the ass always lurking at others' Subs... a straight one at that..."

"You should have seen Eleanor's face..." Anton chuckles, and for a minute, I can't hear them anymore.

They have fallen silent – or they are whispering – and I am about to flee back to kitchen for fear they will walk out when Anton's weak voice vaguely comes to my ears.

"As much as I hate this idea, Ivan," he trails off, "perhaps it'd be better to accept Ellie's offer..."

"Make the ... 'clusive gay? Huh, not just yet... another chance..."

"... More simple... straight..."

"... about you?"

Damn! Now that they have recovered their calm and are speaking normally, their conversation no longer makes any sense – not that what I heard before did make any sense either – so I return to the kitchen to finish our meal. Anyway, the gossip didn't sound very interesting in the end if it was only about a gay hunk flirting with a straight married man; these things must happen all the time, I guess, especially in discotheques. What I don't get is why Ivan takes it so seriously and why he would argue with Anton about it.

All I hope for is that Ivan's mood won't worsen and that it won't ruin my chances to convince him to stay home with me tonight. Yes, it's Saturday, and Ivan always works on Saturday evenings, but after five days on my own – I mean, five days without him by my side – I wish he would skip his duties at his club and spend the evening with me.

The truth is I really missed him in the last few days, more than I would ever admit to him.

As much as his rigidity sometimes gets on my nerves when it comes to my education or my behavior, I must confess that I have grown deeply fond of Ivan. His powerful aura touches me in a way I can't explain, but it's not only that. I just truly enjoy his presence in our everyday life, and if it's true during the second half of the week when I don't get to see him much, it's even truer during the first half when he works a little less, and nothing compares to Mondays.

Monday has become my favorite day of the week because that's the day neither Ivan nor I work at all, and although he usually doesn't return from the club until 3 or 4 am, he always strives to get up early enough so that we can enjoy the full day together. There's never anything sensational on the agenda – though he took me to Disneyland once and that was fantastic. Most of the time, we just go shopping, spend the afternoon at the beach, chill at home, go to the theatres or hike in the Angeles Forest or Topanga State Park, the latter being my prized activity.

Hiking, being in the wild, enjoying the beauty and quietness of Mother Nature is nothing new to me. Back in the days, when the guys and I weren't hiding in our shack or chilling at Joshua's or Mark's place, we used to wander in the woods of Collingswood, so it comes as no surprise that I much prefer when Ivan decides on a long stroll in the forest than on a shopping spree. No matter what, I just love all these relaxing moments around him because that's when Ivan gets more playful and I more teasing without much risk of being scolded.

And then, I have been feeling great. Really great. Now that the withdrawal symptoms have totally disappeared, I can safely say that I am free from any possible relapse. The chills and headaches actually didn't last contrary to the insomnia and nightmares which remained for a while longer, but I haven't endured any in the last three weeks. I assume that Ivan's support and the steady lifestyle helped greatly, and as much as I still sometimes yearn for a plain cigarette after lunch or dinner, I haven't craved for a joint in more than a month, and that suits me well.

I have set the table and brought the dishes when the men eventually join me, apparently in a brighter mood.

"Thanks for having prepared lunch, Menino," Ivan says warmly as we settle in the dining room. "The salad looks good. Is there dressing?"

"Oh, sure! Hold on, just forgot it in the kitchen," I cheer before I fetch the bowl of vinaigrette.

Ivan taught me that people have different tastes in the way they season their chopped salad and raw vegetables and that it's better to have the sauce in a separate bowl so that they can spread the amount of dressing at their convenience, if at all. Anton skips his turn since he likes his veggies raw with just a bit of salt and pepper, but Ivan helps himself with the vinaigrette lightly.

"It looks thick..." he wonders, frowning at the brown substance.

"I just did as you do," I reply, shrugging my shoulders.

"Oh my God..." Ivan mumbles, spitting his first mouthful into his napkin. "What proportion did you use?"

"One spoonful of balsamic vinegar for one of oil... Isn't that the right dosage?"

"Ugh no, Aaron, it's one of vinegar for three of oil..." he grouses as Anton bursts out laughing.

"Nice attempt at killing Ivan's stomach!" Mister Security teases, making me roll my eyes.

"How many spoons of vinegar did you put?"

"Four."

"Okay, I'll go adjust it. To make it lighter, you can also use water, like... one of vinegar, two of oil and one of water," Ivan advises as he takes the bowl to the kitchen and eases off the acidity of the dressing before he returns and just adds oil to his salad. "Much better," he chuckles as he tastes his food again.

"Sorry about that," I apologize and begin to eat as well.

"No problem, Aaron, you're learning. It'll make for a nice anecdote to tell your friend Mark," Ivan replies playfully.

"Yeah, so he can make fun of me," I snort.

"He wouldn't do that. Let's just say that cooking is not one of your talents."

"Oh, does he have any talent?"

"Just give me a break, Anton. I could show you one of them, but I'm not sure your straight ass will enj..."

"Language, Aaron!" Ivan cuts me, and as he suddenly recovers his seriousness, I can only mentally facepalm for stupidly ruining the playful mood with a bad word. "How did your week go?"

Yeah, it's definitely the end of the fun time. Now, how should I respond to that inquiry? It's not the kind of polite question people casually ask when they haven't met in a few days; Ivan is clearly asking about the progress I made studies-wise, and I'm afraid he won't like the answer if I reply honestly. The truth is that I idled a bit too much this week, spending more time at the gym, playing games, watching TV and texting with my best friends, thus getting behind in my studying schedule.

When the epiphany of impending trouble hit me last night, I set my alarm very early and tried to catch up this morning, but I barely managed to cover two thirds of what I should have accomplished in his absence. I'm not too worried though since I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve.

"Ivan, we talked over the phone twice a day while you were in San Antonio, so you know how my week went," I sigh with nonchalance, playing it dumb. "Plus it's not like you didn't ask a certain friend of yours to regularly show up and watch over me..." I add, scowling at Anton.

When Ivan first mentioned his trip to Texas about two weeks ago, I really thought that Anton would travel with him, but it turns out that the man stayed, only to be a pain in my neck, visiting me unannounced one to three times each day.

Supposedly to make sure everything was alright.

More likely to catch any potential mistake.

"Anton was just checking in to make sure everything was okay, the goal wasn't to report anything to me," Ivan deadpans.

Sure... That's why he kept silently breaking into the house, once or twice scaring me to death, or why I caught him peering from a distance quite a few times while I was at the gym.

"The week went well, Ivan, I told you," I sigh.

"How about your homework?"

I knew it was coming...

"This week's program was a little harder," I begin, acting the best I can, "so I got stuck on a few math exercises and that book you gave is so boring..."

"Does that mean you haven't completed this week's list of assignments?"

"Not yet, but I'm almost done," I lie easily with a smile full of self-assurance, "and I still have time to catch up this afternoon and tomorrow."

"Aaron, I told you before, if you struggle with any specific part of the program, we can call that teacher who already came to help you a few times."

Aye... The teacher... Marek...

Back in late July, I had a hard time with equations and inequalities, and since Ivan was too busy with work, he hired a young student who turned out to be not only very helpful but also very cute. I wouldn't mind being tutored more often, but would that be really fair when I manage on my own – or call for Josh's help – most of the time?

"We'll see, I'll try again this afternoon. Two-dimensional figures should be alright."

"Too bad I won't have time to check this out this afternoon," he grunts, and my heart sinks in my chest at what it means.

"Are you going to work tonight?" I ask with disappointment I can't hide.

"It's Saturday, Aaron, I have to go to the club."

"Hmm..."

Ignoring Anton's curious look and Ivan's sudden concern, I avert my eyes to my plate and continue eating in silence while they start talking about Ivan's trip. It seems like the transactions yielded more cash than what Ivan expected, and Anton is suggesting a few ideas to reinvest in a popular pub which is for sale in the Silver Lake district. I just tune them out, mopping about the lonely evening that awaits me and how far Monday seems to be.

A bit later, once lunch is over and the kitchen has been cleaned up, I quietly head back to the library, and I'm just about to shut the door when Ivan follows me in and kicks the door shut, allowing us some privacy.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, cupping the sides of my neck within his warm hands.

"Yes, I am!" I cheer with mock enthusiasm because I simply hate seeing him worry.

"Were you expecting me to stay home tonight?" he whispers to avoid showing genuine concern in his voice, but it's written all over his face.

"I was hoping so," I confess in a sigh, yet trying my best to put on a jolly face. "You don't have to worry, though, homework will keep me busy."

"Argh, Menino," he says, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm sorry I was away all week long, but I can't skip the club during the weekend, it was bad enough I missed last night, and... I might have made an exception tonight, but I need to sort some things out there."

"Hmm... the thing you mentioned earlier when you got home?" I ask, pulling back.

"Yeah."

"Didn't Anton solve the problem?"

"Quite, but I still have to... interfere..." he says awkwardly before his face lights up with more eagerness. "But guess what? Monday's only in two days, Aaron, and I promise we'll spend the entire day together, doing whatever you want!"

"Does that include clubbing?"

"Ahah, nice try, Baby," he replies with a wink, punching my shoulder playfully. "Think of something you'd like to do and I'll arrange that."

"Okay..."

"That's if you're a good boy and finish all your work," he adds, pecking my forehead before he heads out. "I'll see you tomorrow, Menino!"

Sighing heavily, I plop in my armchair at the table I use to work and scowl at the heap of textbooks and papers that messily lie there, wondering where I should start.

That's if you're a good boy and finish all your work...

Duh... How could I deal with a third of a week's load in such a short time? It's utterly impossible unless I work nonstop until late at night. I still give it a try and even manage to focus really hard for four hours, accomplishing quite a few exercises which weren't that complicated. However, I realize that there's more than I thought, so I end up skipping my gym session, but in the fifth hour, it seems like my brain refuses to take more. It gets distracted as I keep thinking about my Jersey friends.

Josh... Mark... Cam...

My semi-confession a little more than a month ago helped beyond my expectations. Of course, I still miss them a lot – sadly, that won't change until we reunite – but not having to breed lies anymore is such a relief and although the guys remain too far, thinking about them isn't as painful as it used to be. In fact, now that I have a decent phone and a computer, we get to text and send emails almost every day; then, as promised, we also speak over the phone at least once a week, and in these calls lays a benefit I hadn't considered before.

My life around Ivan is quite intense in terms of strictness and surveillance, because Ivan is intense and demands a lot, which bears its fruits since I have never worked as much as I do now. There's no denying that. Nonetheless, his authority sometimes tends to exasperate me, and in these moments, when it's not to the point I would safeword – Ivan's expression, not mine – but still annoying enough, I usually back off to my bedroom and call either Mark, Cam or Josh and rant out whatever upset me.

My friends have truly recovered their role as confidants, like I can tell them anything – which wouldn't have been possible had I kept lying on my situation – and they love that. Sharing aspects of our everyday life makes us feel closer despite the distance, and as much as I love venting my teenage dramas – Cam! Do you realize that Ivan won't let me listen to music while I read!? – I also love hearing them complain about their own teenage dramas – Ron! Can you believe that my parents drove to New York just to make sure I was well settled and had enough food in my fridge!?

Yeah, even our little Marky manages to protest against his parents' overprotection, but it scarcely happens and I guess Mark just wants to sometimes feel like any other teenager, though there's not much he can reproach them with. In reality, Mark is just the eternal happy-go-lucky; he loves the tiny campus flat he shares with another student; he loves his summer job, and although he mostly does evening shifts, it doesn't prevent him from going out with colleagues or students who have already joined the campus.

Cam is much less happy with his situation. He does enjoy his new independence away from his mother and he says that the summer course he is following is interesting since it allows him to consolidate his knowledge in sciences and math, but he has a hard time coping with Sony's absence. Financially speaking, even if his grants help, month end is a bit difficult, so he got himself a part-time job at a hospital – sadly not related to medical sciences since he's in the cleaning staff – mainly because he wants to be able to wire whichever amount of money he can to his mother every month. Being the most unsociable in our group, he hasn't made new friends yet, but he still tries to go out occasionally to hook up with other guys.

And Josh... Well, Josh is probably the happiest of my three friends. True, he would have gladly skipped the summer course that his father enrolled him in as a lame revenge for choosing Yale, and it's not like our clever friend was in dire need for remedial classes. All the same, it's peanuts next to this new liberty he has found away from his parents. He has already mingled with other students and looked at various fraternities he could potentially sign up with, which has offered plenty of sexual opportunities, including a boyfriend in July even if their relationship broke after barely three weeks.

I know he has views on another guy, though, one he told me about yesterday. It's almost 9pm on the East Coast, so knowing that both Cam and Mark must be working now, I opt for a little chat with Josh.

Aaron – Hey Josh! What's up?

Looking at the mess on my desk, I nibble on my lower lip because I should be taking care of that math quiz instead of babbling, but as Joshua's answer pops in almost immediately, I yield to the irresistible faineance.

Josh – Eheh... You don't wanna know what is up ^^

Aaron – You horn dog. Tell me. What are you up to?

Josh – Getting ready to go out now actually.

Aaron – Oh ok... Enjoy...

Josh – Still have time. You okay, Ron?

Aaron – Yeah, all good. Where you going?

Josh – To a nightclub with a few mates... wait...

Wait what? Just when I'm expecting a new text from Josh, my phone goes off and I can't help but smile when I get to hear his grumbling voice.

"It'll be easier through the phone," Josh grouses.

"So you're going to a nightclub? How about you're not 18?" I ask with near jealousy.

"Seems like that club's not very concerned, I was there a couple of weeks ago and perhaps it's because I look older than I am, but they didn't ask for my ID. Or maybe it's because most of the guys I hang out with are in their second year and the bouncers know them. And guess what?" he trails off mysteriously.

"There'll be that guy you mentioned...?"

"Yup! Sounds like a sex night..."

"Josh, you don't even know if he's gay..."

"I'll make him gay, Ron," my friend replies with such self-confidence that it makes me laugh out loud.

"Good luck with that!"

"My gaydar never fails me, I'm sure he is."

"What's his name again?"

"Allan."

"Hmm... doesn't sound gay..."

"Don't be stupid, Ron. It's not your name that makes you gay."

"Just kidding, Josh. Well, that's cool. Go enjoy your evening and you'll tell me about it tomorrow," I sigh involuntarily.

"Ron, you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Just bored at home. I wish I could go out too, but that's fine, I'll live vicariously through you when you tell me about your night out and meanwhile, I'll just use my hand..."

"Why don't you? I mean, why don't you go out? Wouldn't Ivan let you?"

"Oh, he would, but who would I go out with? I don't know anyone here and Ivan won't let me go to his club until I'm 18."

"Hey, Ron, I know it's not easy in your situation, but why don't you try and meet other people in the neighborhood? You need friends your age..."

Yeah, friends my age... All the people I know here are close to or above 30, and they're all great, but... They're not Josh, Cam and Mark. Ivan promised I would get along with Sam, Marcus' boyfriend, but sadly, the one evening we had dinner at their place, the poor guy was sick and I didn't get to see him much. Now that they have returned from their vacation, I hope Ivan will arrange another dinner sooner rather than later.

"You're right, Josh. Maybe I should go out more often instead of playing games. I swear... I so fucking need release!!"

"Then go get it, Ron," Joshua chuckles. "You're not confined in this house, perhaps you could meet other youths out there."

I doubt I'd meet interesting people in this neighborhood that is so quiet and just residential; however...

"Yeah, I might do that, Josh!" I reply with renewed cheerfulness as a plan forms in my head. "Have a great evening and let's talk tomorrow."

As soon as I have hung up, I set at my computer and while it switches on, I try to convince myself that things could work out fine. I still have a shitload of homework to do, but I could easily achieve some more tomorrow morning while Ivan gets his beauty sleep. The plan is to enjoy a few hours in a nightclub, hook up with a cutie, fuck him, make sure I'm back home before Ivan, get a couple hours of sleep and catch up as much work as I can before the bear wakes up.

The trickiest part is to find a nightclub close enough and that Ivan doesn't own. Squinting at the results of the MSN search engine, I quickly spot the Heaven Water – which I immediately strike out since that's where Ivan is at the moment – and two other names that ring a bell, so I look further down.

The Mango Tango... I believe it's the club in front of which Ivan and Anton saved me from the gang, so that's a no-go.

The Trinity... Hmm... I heard that name before... A club Ivan considered buying... Or a competitor... Let's try another one.

Dammit! I need a gay club, preferably small, and not too far from here... I'm not very familiar with internet tools, but I manage to get my search result into a map, and there I find it!

The G Place... It's gay, it's small and it's less than an hour walking.

Yes!

Tonight is the night!

Tonight is the night I'm getting some release!

My poor left hand won't do the job for once, it needs a break. Tonight, I want a tight asshole to squeeze the milk out of my cock, or at least some nice plump lips. It's been such a long time... Sadly, it's not something I can find at home – Ivan, would you do me a favor? Can I borrow your lips to suck my dick? Or even better, your back entrance...? No way... – or in a shop.

It's already 7, so, with bubbling excitation, I shut down my computer, hurry back to my desk to quickly put it in order – which I would have skipped, but further to Ivan's recurrent scolding, I have gotten used to tidy up the table every evening – and the next hour just goes in a blur. I feed on the lunch leftovers, take a shower in order to rein in my inner trepidation, thoroughly brush my teeth and spend a good ten minutes in front of my wardrobe, eventually opting for nice fitted blue jeans and white dress shirt. After a last attempt at ruling my messy hair, I drop my phone on my night table, grab forty bucks from the drawer and I'm on my way out!

After I have locked the front door and slipped the key inside a pocket of my pants, I can't help but peer all around me for unexpected surveillance, especially as I pass the main gate of the property, but the street is empty and I can't see any suspicious car parked nearby.

It's already dark outside and the weather isn't so warm anymore, yet I walk at a rather quiet pace to avoid sweating, my goal being to reach the club by the time it opens at 9. I just can't wait to turn 18 and finally be able to use my ID, take the driving test, get a small job and buy a car. For now, I can't, so I have to use my feet.

The earlier I get there, the better choice in men I will have, and the faster I hook up with a guy, the earlier I will be back home. The thrill of excitation is real, and if I judge by my not-so-mini mini-me already swelling in my boxer briefs, its eagerness to rediscover the pleasures of sex with a partner rather than masturbation is just as high as my brain's impatience.

It doesn't get any better when I eventually make it to the G Spot, right on time for the opening, and see the long line of cuties waiting to be allowed in. The venue would look like a rather crappy and abandoned warehouse if it weren't for all the neon lights and the muffled music coming from inside the old construction. The only thing that weirds me out a bit is the feeling of a stare on me, but I quickly discard the uneasiness and as I move into the zigzagging queue, I start ogling all these guys, looking for a potential prey.

That's when I notice intensely brown eyes fixedly hooked on me. The hunk, who stands much further into the crowd, is tall and his dark hair and stubbled jaw had to remind me of someone I wouldn't want to see here tonight. The guy is rather handsome though, so I don't shy away from giving him a once over in return before I get back to my own chase.

I have spotted a blond cutie further ahead, a nerdy-like little thing that looks alone and from my past experience with Danny, I know that some of these dudes aren't as innocent as one would think. It's just too bad that only seconds later, another similar guy suddenly reaches out to him for a hug before they start devouring each other's lips. At least I was right on their pseudo purity considering how they are already shamelessly making out.

"Hi there..."

The deep voice nearly makes me startle and I can only squint at my new neighbor when I realize that he is the dark-haired guy from earlier.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he chuckles lightly.

"You didn't scare me," I reply a bit dryly. "I'm just surprised to see you here. You were much further into the line."

"Dammit! Busted!" he exclaims with mock horror before he confesses: "I had to wait for you for proper introductions... I don't think I ever saw you here before."

"Probably because it's my first time in this club."

"Interesting... I'm sure you'll enjoy it, it's a good one. Nice music, small, lively and friendly people. My name's Aaron, by the way," he then cheers.

"Is that a joke?" I ask, choking on my saliva.

"Why would it be?"

"That's my name too," I laugh out as we finally approach the entrance.

There are two bouncers there. The one on the right side must be in his forties, his experience showing in the way he carefully checks out all the visitors. The other man looks barely twenty, so I stick to the left side of the queue, soon followed by my new acquaintance who boldly wraps around my waist and leans forward to whisper in my ear.

"Can't be a coincidence, it's a sign..."

"If you say so," I reply, daring a wet peck over his lips.

"Mmm... cheeky... I like that..." he purrs before he turns toward the security guy we have now reached. "Hi, Gordon! How do like the new job?"

"So far so good after two weeks. Hurry up now, there's a long line behind you," the young bouncer grumbles, and that's how I get in without the slightest difficulty when I feared it might be tricky.

Dragged along by the other Aaron, I quickly find myself in the middle of the wooden dance floor where an estimated two hundred people crowd is enjoying themselves to the sound of the loud techno music. As much as the genre isn't one I am familiar with, I let my body sway and move according to the rhythm. Surprisingly, I find it quite natural and I soon let myself drown into the electric ambiance, reveling into the repetitive beats and the heated interaction with Aaron.

I don't know how much time has passed, perhaps a couple of hours, when my new acquaintance suddenly leads me toward one side of the dance floor where the wall is entirely covered with ceiling-high mirrors. Standing behind me, his hands on my hips and his chin resting on my right shoulder, he makes us dance while we both stare at each other. Our eyes are burning with lust, but when he begins to hump his hard crotch against my backside, I instantly spin around and easily pin him against the wall, my hardness colliding into his own hardness.

"If you think I'm that kind of guy, you're deeply mistaken," I mutter sensually as my teeth gently bite his.

"And... by that kind of guy you mean... the bottom kind of guy or... the prude that doesn't fuck on the first evening?"

"I'm no prude," I chuckle, giving his lips a lick of my tongue. "But I'm certainly no bottom."

"Oh, too bad... though I wouldn't mind trying that smart mouth of yours..."

"Now that could work... if you let me try yours as well..."

"I'll even kneel at your feet first..."

At that mention, I feel my cock spurt a load of precum and I believe that a needy moan even escapes from my mouth. I would have preferred a tight ass to fuck, but that guy is gorgeous and after two months of masturbation, I will gladly accept a mere blowjob.

"We have a deal, I guess," I reply as naturally as I can when my vocal chords are only begging to convey my irresistible desire to hurry to a quiet place for some sex.

Well, quiet isn't exactly how I would define the dim semi-buried basement Aaron leads me to. The staircase opens on some sort of big hall with several doors, some of them marked as gentlemen and ladies restrooms. One would think that if sexual deeds were to happen in a nightclub, it would be in the toilets – which is probably the case here too – but a lot of action is also taking place in the lobby.

Oh. My. Goodness.

The nerdy couple is cuddling at the bottom of the staircase, their hands stroking each other's exposed manhood...

There's also this guy carrying and fucking another one against a wall...

Three other men have engaged in a double penetration in a corner...

Two more are enjoying a 69 on the floor...

Aaron won't let me register further interactions though as he quickly tugs me toward a free space to the far back and leans against the wall, pulling me closer to him for a heated kiss. As our tongues entwine in a wild and noisy dance, our hands get a little bolder, touching, palming and kneading each other's body. His chest, his arms, his face, his hips, his backside, his crotch... there isn't a part of his body that my fingers won't feel, and the latter doesn't disappoint. His tool seems bigger and longer than average, but although I'm eager to find out, he offered to start the festivities, so I swiftly push on his shoulders after a few minutes making out and free my needy hard-on.

"Mmm... Eager much, aren't we?" he teases as I slightly lean forward and rest my hands against the wall.

"Just shut up and suck," I grumble playfully, delivering a thrust of my hips for the tip of my cock to hit his chin.

Tittering, the other Aaron sets about to lick the wetness oozing from my purplish mushroom head, causing me to blurt a deep growl of pleasure. Holy fuck! I had missed the delightful sensation of a tongue toying with my glans or running along my shaft. It's so much more enjoyable than my hand, even if my fingers have gained in expertise lately.

When he opens his mouth and takes me after a couple of minutes, I know that I won't be able to contain my orgasm for much longer. It's just too good, especially as the guy is so comfortable with swallowing my whole length. With the fire raging in my balls, I lean back a bit to grab each side of his head and take control by thrusting in and out of his mouth. His eyes are burning with such lust that it throws me over the edge and I end up spilling my seed at the back of his throat, relishing in the bliss of an intense orgasm.

Bliss doesn't even cover what I am feeling. Nirvana. Ecstasy. Euphoria. And it was merely a blowjob! A blowjob in public! Should it have weirded me out? Quite the opposite to be honest. I am truly enjoying this naughtiness knowing full well that I could be watched... or watch others going at it.

As soon as he has licked me clean, Aaron rises to his feet for another steamy kiss and while I get to taste my own essence in his mouth, I tuck my junk back into my pants. I am feeling a bit dizzy from the earthquake that just shook me, but determined to return the favor, I don't even bother to swap places and simply drop to my knees in front him. Smirking at me, he leans back and folds his arms across his chest, encouraging me to proceed as I wish.

Once I have freed his manhood, I reproduce what he did earlier, lapping his wetness and trailing my tongue along his shaft before I greedily welcome him in my mouth. His cock isn't as long or thick as I thought, so I have no problem taking him whole, and it allows me to fully play with his rod, swirling my tongue around his girth as I bob back and forth. Soon enough, one of his hands reaches for the back of my head and grabs a handful of my hair to take control. Memories of my few weeks of prostitution try to resurface, but I quickly discard them, focusing on my breathing while Aaron vigorously face-fucks me.

Yes... the guy looks clean, he's handsome, no weird spots on his privates and he does taste good. Just as good as my mouth and if his grunts are any indication, I believe that he is really close to climax. As if to confirm my thoughts, he suddenly tenses and pushes himself further inside my mouth to the point that my nose hits his pubes, a thick load of cream spurting down my throat. Too focused on swallowing the second stream, I am barely aware of a loud commotion nearby – probably some guys fighting.

"EVERYBODY OUT!!!!"

Fuck my life.

I was wrong. No guys fighting here.

My body freezes at the sound of the booming voice; one that I have gotten to know o' so well; one I wasn't expecting to hear tonight. One that impairs natural reactions and makes me choke on the third spurt of milky substance. For a second, I feel bad for my partner and his orgasm being ruined by the intervention of security guys who are already kicking people out.

"Are you okay?" Aaron whispers as he pulls back and hurriedly tucks his junk back in, and I only nod in answer, still coughing a bit to my light choking.

"I SAID EVERYBODY FUCKING OUT!!!"

There's no being mistaken here, it's definitely Ivan's voice. Ivan's furious voice. I'm in fucking deep trouble.

I'm scared to tilt my head to the side and see his face. Should I stand up and try to mingle with the rest of the crowd to leave this place? Nah, he won't let me. I can feel his glare on me, I know why he's here. With a sigh, I look to my left and there he is, standing a few feet from me, his body tall and tense as he slowly walks to us.

I am vaguely conscious of all the other people breaking from their previous activities, most of them scampering back upstairs while a few more protest or take their sweet time to dress back up. Aaron is trying to pull me up to my feet, but my legs feel like marshmallow and I am hooked by Ivan's angry expression. His disheveled hair and his taut chest hugged in a fitted tee-shirt look sexy as fuck, and yet, all I can register is how his muscles strain and how his eyes are throwing daggers at me.

Nonetheless, there is something that unsettles me in his expression as he towers me from all his height; something I can't pinpoint. Of course, there's wrath, but not only. Is that excitement? Lust? Weirdly enough, it sends funny tingles down my spine; tickles that make me shiver as I eventually stand up to face him. That's when I notice that Anton is here as well, his own expression severe and fuming, without a trace of humor soothing his sullen features this time.

"You," Ivan seethes, pointing at my evening partner. "OUT!"

The guy instantly darts for the staircase without a look back and I can't even blame him. Had I been in his situation, I would have probably done the same. However, now that all the naughty dudes have left, followed by the bouncers, and I am left with two furious men, the tension gets overwhelming. I just can't hold either Ivan's or Anton's glower and ultimately avert my eyes to the floor. Not for long though as firm hands suddenly grab my arm and escort me upstairs.

Just when I am expecting to be shamefully dragged across the dance floor and to the main exit, flanked by two bulky hunks, Ivan and Anton lead me to the back of the warehouse and through a door that a bouncer reverently opens for us, nodding at Ivan.

Of fucking course... I just had to pick a club he owns.

Just my fucking luck!

It doesn't explain how he found me here, but guess what? I'm not going to ask right away.

We are now in a large corridor and neither Ivan nor Anton has uttered a single word to me. The latter suddenly lets go of my arm and hurries ahead to open another door and there we are on a small parking lot where I quickly spot Ivan's SUV. The car has been parked any old how, as if they had hurried to tend to serious problems – which is probably how they consider the situation.

Once I have been unceremoniously shoved at the back of the car, I am quite surprised to see Ivan shut the door and go to sit at the front beside Anton.

It doesn't smell good and I can no longer stand the deafening silence.

"Ivan, I'm..." I try out as Anton pulls out of the parking lot, ready to apologize as an attempt to ease the tension, but the expression on Ivan's face discourages me from speaking another word as he turns on his seat, pointing a threatening finger at me.

"Just shut up, I'm too fucking pissed to deal with you now," he seethes before he faces away from me.

This is completely fucked up. I can't begin to imagine how painful the lecture is going to be or how he will decide to punish me. I am pretty sure that he will ask for explanations – which I do have – and reproach me with not using Time-Out if I thought he was too strict or intense. I should have. He promised he would always find a compromise if I couldn't handle his authority in any specific domain, so at the end of the day, I will now be brave enough to deal with the consequences.

Thank goodness, the ride back home is fast and not long enough for me to drown into brooding thoughts, but I hate every second of it, from the tense silence to the peeks I take at both equally-pissed men.

"Are you going back to the club?" Anton asks as he pulls into our street.

"No. Are you?" Ivan quickly replies.

"Yep. Better get some steam off," the other mutters in a barely audible voice.

"Enjoy," Ivan sighs just as his friend parks in front of the house.

The Heaven Water is a mix club from what I gathered, so I bet Anton is talking about hooking up with a lady that he'll take to his place and fuck senseless. Oh well... I inhale a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst, and step out of the car at the same time as they do. I hear Anton curse – certainly because I didn't wait for him to open my door – but before I have time to apologize, Ivan grabs my arm again, bids Anton a good night and leads me inside the house.

"Ivan..."

"Go to sleep," he orders as he heads toward the kitchen.

"Ivan, can we talk?" I insist, but I soon find myself pinned against a wall and facing the fury in his eyes.

"For your sake," he begins in a low voice and very slowly, "I'd rather not deal with you tonight, Aaron. See? I was in the middle of a nice evening against all odds, an evening that was about to turn very pleasant – translation: you'd found a cutie to fuck, I think to myself – but I thought I should call and check in on you first. You wouldn't answer your phone nor the landline. I tried to reason myself. You were probably asleep. I needed to make sure you were alright, though, so I headed back home. I would then return to the club.

"Sadly, the house was empty. Your bed was empty. I was worried. So I called Anton, asked him to look at the video surveillance of the Heaven Water while I was driving back there. To see if you were at the club. Of course, he couldn't find you. Plus you're a smart boy, aren't you? You wouldn't have picked the club where I was, right? How could I be sure you'd decided to breach my rules and go to a club? Call it a sixth sense if you want.

"From there, it wasn't hard for Anton to call the security managers and ask them to check their own video surveillance. My only hope was you'd mistakenly chosen a club I own. It's just a good thing I had left a picture of you in each of them... just in case. I guess you must have been lucky enough to run through that new bouncer... Gordon, I think... Otherwise, you wouldn't have passed security...

"You've no idea how pissed I am right now, Aaron, so I'll say it once again," he continues, leaning back a bit. "I'd rather calm down before I decide what I'm going to do with you. Consider yourself lucky here. Now go to sleep, and rest assured that we'll talk tomorrow."

His icy voice and all these revelations have left me speechless and stunned, so when he finally draws back after a bit more glaring, it takes him to gently push me toward the staircase before I gather my spirits back and recover the use of my muscles to head upstairs.

"Aaron?" Ivan calls out just as I reach the first corner landing, and I slowly turn around to face him. "Two things. One, I'd like to remind you again of that word... Time-Out. Remember you can use it anytime," he says in a slightly warmer tone and I nod in answer. "And two... just in case you'd go into stupid thoughts, I'm not going to kick you out. Never ever. Understood, Menino?"

The last word has a small smile crack across my lips, more than the reassuring sentence.

"Okay... good night," I mumble before I turn back and disappear on the second floor.

Despite the comfort he tried to provide, it suddenly hits me that I deeply upset him. After a quick shower to wash the sweat away and my usual evening routine, I put on a pair of clean boxer briefs, turn up the air conditioning since it's so warm in my bedroom and go to lie down on my bed. I don't know what I should expect tomorrow, but I can only imagine how painful the day is going to be.

The day? Are you fucking kidding me, Ron? You mean the week!

Yeah... I guess I should expect serious sanctions after what happened, and that's only if Ivan doesn't discover how much I slacked in my program. Crap! I can't let him find out! Not only because my punishment would get worse, but also because I can't afford to disappoint him any further.

The only option I have here is to wait for him to go to sleep and sneak to the library to work all night. With a bit of luck, he will sleep in tomorrow morning and it will allow me to achieve a lot more.

Dammit! What the heck is he doing now? Why hasn't he gone to sleep yet?

I suddenly recall Anton saying he'd let some steam off at the club, which Ivan can't do for obvious reasons, so he might have opted for a session at the gym. Let's hope he doesn't stay there too long, otherwise, I might as well fall asleep myself.

I am lying on my right side, facing away from the entrance when my door is suddenly flung open, but I don't jump since I heard his steps in the staircase. I just close my eyes and wait for him to leave. It doesn't happen though and seconds later, the mattress somewhat dips behind my back. Ivan doesn't make a sound, not even a breathing sound, but I can feel his tension and it gets hard to keep an even respiration.

After a long dreadful minute, I hear him exhale the breath he must have been holding and a warm hand softly lays on the cold skin of my arm. With a clicking noise of his tongue, Ivan stands up and disentangles the comforter and bed sheet I had rolled to the foot of my bed before he carefully covers my body with the thin sheet. Yes, the beast clearly has a soft side, one that he shows again with a gentle caress through my hair.

At long last, I hear him quietly close my door and seconds later, his gets slammed shut. Rushing out of my bed, I slightly reopen my door and prick my ears for any sound. Water... Ivan is taking a shower. Shit! I wish he would hurry up, but the man takes his sweet time. When silence falls back in the house, I give it another fifteen minutes before I sneak out and head back downstairs in the darkness.

Without a sound, I step inside the library and very quietly shut its door before I switch the light on.

Time to correct part of your mistakes, Aaron!

Yeah, I well intend to do that. I will work all night long if that means a lesser sanction.

However, as I spin around to face my desk, my heart immediately sinks in my chest and a lump forms in my throat. I'm too late. I'm just fucking too late! The notebooks, sheets of paper and textbooks I had neatly tidied earlier now rest in a mess.

Did you really think he was at the gym, Ron? Duh... Of course, not! He was trying to find relief in the good work you should have accomplished this week...

Fuck...

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

Now I understand why my door was flung open minutes ago and if I judge by the red strikes and a note with a long list of assignments, I'm in for several days of additional homework.

I really fucked up big time.

Published on 19 February 2020

First, I'll apologize once more for the long wait, but like I said on my wall, that chapter gave me hell, and... well, just read further down for more explanations.

So, there we are a little over a month later in the timeline and reaching what I call the "Marek part". Aaron has now really settled down with Ivan and gotten quite used to the man's strictness, so the next few chapters aim at introducing various facets of the characters' personalities, hints for the future.

As always, it's difficult to show Aaron's personality at this stage (and it'll be even harder during his submission phase) because it's a complex (and contradictory) one between immaturity and maturity, a certain fragility, childishness, his naivety, his dependence to others versus his strong temperament, his determination and still a certain strength. He could be compared to Shannon and Noah, and in fact, he has a lot in common with them, but at the same time, there has to be a little thing to make him different because we all know he will become a Dominant, and that little thing is called willpower. No matter what Aaron will accept to endure and experience in the coming year or so, it's his willpower and determination that will allow him to pull through.

Anyway, there you're left on a little cliffhanger, and in the next chapter, you'll get to see what punishments Ivan decides upon as well as Aaron's reactions

Meanwhile, like I promised on my wall, here below is the draft of that chapter, exactly how it was when I sent it to the beta readers almost two years ago, for those interested to see the difference. One reason for rewriting it is that, as you'll see, it was a massive succession of paragraphs without many dialogs and it felt heavy, so I really tried to expand it with some background and conversations.

And then, at the time I wrote this chapter and the following ones, there were plenty of things that weren't quite clear in my head. Above all, now that I have reached the moment Aaron opens the Black Diamond in Chicago, I have been able to add plenty of little things I hadn't thought of back then, and to change many others. Some parts probably won't make sense to you since I started adding these little things in the previous published chapters, so I've added a few comments into brackets.

Chapter 33 – Fucking Up (Draft)

Things to add: more details about Marcus and Sam (add a visit to their place or a dinner at Ivan's?), Music, Allan, more Anton... [These are notes I add at the top of my chapters when I think about something missing or when beta readers send their feedback]

Saturday 23 August 2003

I so fucking need release!

And I'm going to get it! This time, it's not my hand that's going to do the job; my poor left hand needs some rest. No, tonight, I want a tight asshole to squeeze the milk out of me, or at least some lips. Unfortunately, this is not something I can find at home – ahah, I can imagine myself asking Ivan if I could use his mouth! Or his back entrance!! – or in a shop, so I'm on my way to downtown LA, walking at a steady pace in my best fitted jeans and my most hugging tee-shirt. [So you see? It was starting here, at the moment Aaron goes to the nightclub]

This is probably going to get me into trouble when Ivan notices I took 30 bucks from the box where he leaves cash for Anita to do grocery shopping, but that won't be until Tuesday and I'll have time to breed lies until then. Or not, I don't really care. By then, I will feel so much better after a good orgasm that I won't mind any sanction he decides upon. [That was completely changed. In the drafts, Ivan had taken back the rest of his cash after Aaron had bought cigarettes in July, so that's what I had chosen to get him some cash, but I changed it in the published version of chapter 32 and didn't have Ivan ask for the rest of his money]

I haven't had sex in far too long! Even Mark, Joshua and Camden have more than I do, and I think I deserve a bit of a sexual recreation for once!

Yeah, I fucking need release, and not only sexually speaking!

The last couple of months have been so intense. Living with Ivan is straining, because he's always on my back – even when he's not at home – and pushing me further and further. My Mondays are off, like his, so that we can relax together once a week, but from Tuesdays to Sundays, he barely allows me any breather and the schedule he set up in June works on each of these days.

Ivan also verifies all the work I'm doing while he's at work, and there's no point even trying to cheat because he keeps track of everything. Of course, I did try to dodge around a few things to either laze on the terrace or enjoy the swimming pool, but he found out and it earned me a restriction of my privileges. In other words, the following day's recreational time was spent in the library working more instead of playing with the PlayStation or Xbox, of which he had confiscated the gamepads.

However, I can't deny that his strictness is bearing its fruits because my progress in terms of education is amazing. Most of my work is autonomous, but whenever there's a specific chapter I have a problem with, he always takes the time to help and if he can't, he calls out to a tutor who comes home for a few hours to help me. Said tutor is fucking cute by the way, and I may or may not have feigned a few issues to see Marek – since this is his name – more often. All the time, to be honest. Well, not the first time because I seriously had an issue with a specific chapter in Social Science, but the next four times, I didn't really need him.

Anyway, all this work has gotten me frustrated because I'm not used to being so serious all the time, and I must admit that I have kind of slacked a bit this past week. It was bad using the fact that Ivan was traveling out of state for business purposes from Tuesday to Friday evening, and once again, I might regret it later on when he sees I haven't done as much as I should have, but I can just tell him I tried my best. [Here again. Ivan's returning date was changed to accommodate the new version of the chapter]

Of course, he didn't leave me alone for the entire week. Anton traveled with him, but he had a bodyguard watching over me all the time, and there was Anita too. The old woman is nice, but not very talkative. However, she's never missing to kiss me or hug me whenever she feels I'm a bit down, and she cooks the best meals I've ever tasted – but don't go telling Mark! [Having used the bodyguard excuse in the previous chapter, I had to change this and keep Anton to stay in LA. And then, I also made Anita less important than she was supposed to be in the book, hence these changes.]

Ivan came back home late yesterday afternoon, grumpy as hell, and barely stayed for an hour before he ran off to his nightclub. I think he must have stayed there super late because he slept until noon this morning, though he was in a much better mood, just took an hour to have lunch with me and then he was out again, promising he'd be more available for me tomorrow morning. I can't blame him for his absence, because he already does so much for me and he runs a huge business, but I have missed his presence this week and can't wait to be on Monday so that we can catch up.

Yeah, sure Aaron... That's if he doesn't go berserk on you for your lack of work, and if he doesn't get to know you went out tonight!

No, he can't know. I have taken all the possible precautions so that it doesn't happen. Since Ivan is back, the bodyguard was no longer needed and I'm not under anyone's surveillance. Now that I know about the cameras on the ground floor [LOL, that's a possibility I had considered for a further chapter, but no, there's no camera on the first floor], I simply jumped from my window, just in case Ivan had someone watch over me. On Saturday nights, my guardian never comes back home until dawn on Sunday, so there are no risks on that side because I'll make sure to get back before him. My only issue was to find a club that he doesn't own, and that's the only cloud of doubt I may have. It would be a pain to come across him!

Sadly, I don't have the list of all the clubs he owns, but I know that the one he always goes to is called the Heaven Water, so I chose a gay nightclub in another area of Los Angeles, and much closer to the house since I have to walk there. I can't wait to turn 18 to be able to use my ID more freely and take the driver's tests. That would give me a bit more of autonomy. I don't have money to buy a car, but I hope I can ask Ivan's financial help, and promise I will reimburse him when I start working. I'm pretty sure he would accept.

After two months with him, I have gotten to know the man quite well, and I know how to play around him if I need something. Not that it ever happened much before, because I honestly have everything I need, but once or twice I had to seduce him with harder work for the GED to get either a new video game or another favor – in this case, I just wanted him to take me to the beach and relax instead of staying home or doing shopping.

Because the truth is that I enjoy his presence a lot. Despite his tyrannical tendencies, he can be a lot more fun than he shows off. I just love our Mondays together, even if that only means going to the mall, having lunch outside or going on a hike. Ivan is usually much more relaxed when I don't have to work. It doesn't mean that he will slack on his other rules, but I know I can be more playful around him when he's off.

Besides, my obvious progress over the last two months pleases him a lot and he never fails to praise me. The withdrawal period is now completely over – it has been, for about three weeks I would say. The chills and headaches actually didn't last for too long, but the insomnia and bad dreams stayed for a while longer. However, following a steady and healthy lifestyle has helped, and as much as I still sometimes feel the need for a simple cigarette, I haven't craved for a joint in a long time, which suits me perfectly well.

As for tobacco, whenever the need comes up, mostly after meals, I just go to the gym and let the steam off on the treadmill by running fast or lifting weights. All this physical exercising has also been very fruitful. Between the good and regular meals and the gym, I have started gaining in weight and muscle mass. Of course, I'm far from perfect, but I'm striving to work more. I have more stamina, which means I no longer suffer too much from working out, and I have gained eight pounds since last June, which is rather good considering the time I spend at the gym.

My spirits are also more positive, and Ivan likes this a lot. Most of the time, he does. This is not the case when I become a little too cheeky.

We sometimes argue, mostly over music. Similar tastes but he hates the new band I recently discovered. Evanescence. That needs to be developed.

This has to do with the fact that I am much more at ease whenever I speak with my best friends. I still miss them a lot, that won't change until I reunite with them, but at least, thinking about them isn't so painful anymore because I have a stable and happy life despite their absence. Also, when we speak over the phone, I don't have to breed lies anymore, I can just be myself and tell them everything I do for real, and that's a huge weight off my chest.

As far as they are concerned, everything goes very well.

Camden is enjoying himself a lot in Boston, although he misses Sony a lot. The summer course he has been following is very interesting and has allowed him to catch up in many subjects where he had difficulties. He found a small job in a hospital, and although it's nothing related to medical sciences – basically, he's in the cleaning staff – it has brought him pocket money to go out a bit. And going out means meeting people obviously. That bastard spends all his free evenings in pubs, and if he doesn't even try to get alcohol drinks, he does try to hook up with one-night stands a lot!

Joshua is a bit less happy with his summer course because he's not learning anything new and thus finds it boring, but unfortunately, he has to bear with his father's orders. On the bright side, it has enabled him to already mingle with other students on the campus and look at the various fraternities. He already went to several parties and even had a boyfriend, even if their story lasted for only two weeks. I can't wait to speak with him next week because he spotted a new prey and is supposed to jump into the guy's pants tonight. [So that's where I decided to add Joshua's encounter with Allan, because if you remember well from I Would Give Him The Moon, Joshua and Allan met in Yale, and I thought it would make a funny anecdote here, and also a reference to what he said about Liam when he met him – that he'd make him gay]

Mark has been the eternal happy-go-lucky. He absolutely loves his job at the restaurant in New York and although he works only at nights, it hasn't prevented him from going out a lot with new acquaintances he made, mostly at work. None of them is gay but they have introduced him to other people. Even if he says he misses his best friends, Mark is very easy-going so there are always people to go out with him. And from what he told me, he has already had quite a few one-night stands.

So yeah, the guys have been enjoying themselves a lot, and I'm honestly very happy for them, but unsurprisingly, it has gotten me a bit jealous and aware of my own situation. Of course, I can't complain because my life is better than it has been – apart from the fact that I still deeply miss my best friends – but I can't deny that I would appreciate a bit more company than Ivan's, Anton's or Anita's. I'm fucking young and at an age where my hand can't be enough to satisfy my sexual needs.

Hence this little evening out!

And now that I have finally reached the nightclub, I well intend to make the most of this night. There is already a long queue outside, but being alone, I manage to cheat a bit and progress faster toward the entrance. My only concern is that the bouncer might kick me out if he has doubts on my age, but I clearly look over 18, so it should work.

In the line, I hit it off with a group of guys who look nice enough. I'll have more chances to get in if I'm not alone, I believe. These men don't look much older than me, although they tell me they are all above 22, so it might work. As we progress toward the entrance of the nightclub, my heart starts beating faster in my chest, but I take a few deep breaths to calm down and by the moment we reach the bouncer, I look so at ease among the others that he barely pays attention to me, only squinting lightly, but he lets me go in.

As soon as I have paid for my entrance fee, I sort of lose sight of the other group and go to mingle in the large crowd on the dancefloor. The place is not huge, but it's full of gays, so I have a fair choice to find what I want. But what do I want exactly? Do I go for the twink kind because this is what I prefer? Or do I choose a bulkier man?

This is my first time in a discotheque and I've never really danced before, but I surprise myself going naturally at it. My body moves easily, my gestures feel instinctive and at some point, as I face some large mirrors on a wall, I even find them sexy. The music is loud, and not really the kind I would listen to at home or anywhere else, but here, it sounds reasonable. People look happy, whether they are in groups or alone like I am, but you're never really alone. Men go to each other to dance together for a moment before they switch to others. I get the gist and soon do the same, going from one guy to another, humping against them, until I find the perfect candidate.

He's a cute man, about my size and my stature, with very dark hair and mischievous brown eyes. He's rather lean, but so am I at the moment, and I don't really care. We have been dancing together for about five or ten minutes, moving in rhythm with the music and getting closer and closer. I was already semi-hard, but when he goes to stand in front of me, his butt against my crotch, I feel my member harden a little more. I don't know his name, we haven't even spoken yet, but I don't give fuck, I wrap my arms around his waist and start grinding against his backside to show him how he excites me.

If his moans are any indication, he must be feeling the same and I get a confirmation when I innocently slide my left hand down his side and reach for his groin. The guy is hard as fuck and seems to be well endowed down there. I love how he keeps writhing in my hold while I massage his crotch. He catches me off-guard when he suddenly turns around to face me, gazing at me with lustful eyes when he laces his fingers at the nape of my neck and attaches his lips to mine.

For a few seconds, our lips move in accordance, but then I dive my tongue inside his mouth and I'm glad he doesn't fight for dominance. I picked a bottom it seems! My hands move from his hips toward his backside and I quickly set to knead his buttocks through his jeans, pressing him closer to me so that I can feel his erection against mine. One of his hands runs down my chest and boldly begins to fondle my privates through my jeans. [Well, as you can see, this part has also changed a lot :D ]

"Mmm, you look big down there... I'd love to have a taste..." he says in my ear, and the image of these plump lips closed around my dick has my member leak with precum.

"I'd love that too..." I reply, wiggling my eyebrows. "As well as a taste of yours..."

Mister Bold replies with a mischievous smile before he sensually drags to another side of the club and down some staircase where we wriggle our way through other guys making out on the steps. There are more couples in the wide corridor that leads to the restrooms, and we soon become another one when we find a free spot to the far back.

I pin the guy against the wall to greedily ravage his mouth while I swiftly open the front of his pants and slip my hand inside his underwear. His erection feels a fair size indeed, but even it sounds selfish, I need my release first, I just can't wait to face-fuck him, so I push on his shoulders to make him kneel in front of me, and free my needy cock.

Resting both my hands on the wall, I let him lick my juices for a few seconds, enjoying his tongue along my shaft and all over the mushroom head. I have missed that so much! When he opens his mouth and takes me, I know I won't be able to hold my orgasm for long. This feels so good!! Especially as the guy seems comfortable with taking my whole length! Feeling the fire rage in my balls, I lean back a bit to grab each side of his head and take control of the situation by roughly thrusting in and out of his mouth. His eyes locked on mine are burning with desire, this is so freaking hot that it sends me over the edge and I spill my seed at the back of his throat, relishing in the sensations of an intense orgasm.

As soon as he has licked me clean, he rises back to his feet to kiss me, and as I get to taste myself in his mouth, I tuck my junk back into my boxer briefs and jeans. I'm still feeling weak from the earthquake that just coursed through me, but I still drop to my knees to return him the favor. The guy is leaning against the wall with his arms lazily hanging along his sides while I free his manhood.

His hard-on is swollen and very wet with excitement, so I first lick his oozing juices, pleased that he tastes really good, before I take him inside my mouth. It's been such a long time since the last time I felt this sort of thickness on my tongue, so I apply myself to swirl my tongue around his girth while I bob back and forth. One of his hands goes to the back of my head and grabs a handful of my hair, and this time, he's the one to take control. I don't really mind it, even if it tends to remind me of my few weeks in prostitution, and I'm even oblivious to what is happening around us. After all, we're all here for the same pleasures!

He seems to like it a lot as he soon pushes himself further deep in my mouth while his body tenses, ready to climax. Just as the second stream of milky substance hits the back of my throat, I get vaguely aware of a loud commotion coming closer. At first, I think about guys having a fight or something, but then I quickly realize that I am wrong.

"EVERYBODY OUT!!!!"

My body freezes at the sounds of the booming voice, one that I have gotten to know so well. One that prevents me from reacting like I should and that makes me choke on another spurt of the guy's seed. For a second, I feel bad for him... having his orgasm ruined by the intervention of security guys. As he pulls out of my mouth and begins to tuck his dick back in, I cough a bit further to my light choking.

Please, please, please... Let's hope that I'm wrong...

"You okay?" the guy asks and I nod in answer.

"I SAID EVERYBODY FUCKING OUT!!!"

It's definitely his voice.

His angry voice.

I'm in fucking deep problems...

I'm afraid to tilt my head to the side and see him. I could try to stand up and mingle with other people to leave this place, but I already know it won't happen like this. I know why he's here, and of course, I can feel his glare on me. I still look to my left and there he is, standing a few feet away from me, his body tall and tense in all his glorious dominance as he slowly walks to us.

I am vaguely conscious of all the other people breaking from their activities, some of them scampering back upstairs, others protesting or just taking their time to dress up again. My partner is trying to pull me up to my feet, but I'm stuck on Ivan's furious expression as he seems to have reached another level of anger. His disheveled hair and his strong chest hugged in a fitted tee-shirt are sexy as hell, but all I can register now is how his muscles strain, full of tension, and how his eyes are throwing lightening at me.

Yet, there's something that unsettles me in his expression. For sure, there's wrath, but it's not only that. There is some sort of excitement perspiring from his face while he towers me, and I can't tell if I like it or not. It sends weird tingles down my spine that make me shiver as I eventually stand up to face him. That's when I notice that Anton is also here, his expression severe and angry too, no trace of humor soothing his hard features this time.

"You," Ivan barks, pointing at my evening friend, "out!"

The guy quickly scampers toward the staircase, and I am left here with two furious men once the other security guys have left, pushing the remaining people away. This tension is just overwhelming, I can no longer stand to stare at Ivan or Anton, and I eventually avert my eyes to the floor. Not for long though, as firm hands grab my arms and drag me back upstairs.

Instead of going across the dancefloor, the two men escort me to the back of the room and through a door that a bouncer opens for us with a nod. Of fucking course, I had to choose one of the clubs he owns! Just my fucking luck!!

We are now in a corridor, walking at a fast pace, and none of Ivan or Anton has said a word. Anton lets go of my arm and goes ahead of us to open another door and there we are on a small parking lot, obviously at the back of the building, where I see the SUV parked across two spots, as if they had arrived to tend to serious problem, which is probably what they consider the situation like. Once Anton has opened the door at the back of the car, Ivan shoves me inside, and I'm surprised that instead of stepping in to sit beside me, Ivan shuts the door and goes to sit at the front with his chauffeur.

"Ivan, I'm..." I begin to say as Anton pulls out of the parking lot, willing to ease some of the tension, but he turns around on his seat to look at me, raising a threatening finger.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear you! I'm too fucking pissed to deal with you right now!" he seethes with anger before he turns back to stare at the road ahead.

This is so fucked up. I can't begin to imagine what my punishment will be for such a big mistake, but as much as I don't like it, I will have to bear with the consequences. I already know what he's going to tell me when he asks me to explain the reasons why I did this. He will remind me that I should have communicated on my frustrations or used the word STOP if I thought he was too strict, that he would have found a way to compromise, and at the end of the day, I know he will be right.

The ride home is rather quick and very tense with the silence. The men don't speak either, and from the brief peeks I take at them, I can tell that both are equally upset. They were at the other discotheque, and I don't know, maybe they were interrupted from a nice evening. As the car parks in front of the house, I inhale a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst, and pull out of the car at the same time as they do. I hear Anton curse because I didn't wait for him to open my door, but before I have time to think of anything to say, Ivan grabs my arm again, thanks Anton and bids him good night before he roughly drags me inside the house.

"Go to sleep!" he orders in the entrance hall before he heads toward the kitchen.

"Ivan... Can we talk...?" I ask meekly, following him there.

He flips around and pins me against the wall, his hand firmly gripping my jaw, almost painfully so, actually.

"For your sake, I think it's better that I don't deal with you tonight, Aaron," he whispers in a very low tone. "You interrupted what was a great evening. It's just too bad that the bouncer at the entrance is a recent recruit and took so long before he went to check the picture of you I have left in all my clubs. I'm still glad he did, but that doesn't lessen my anger and I'd rather calm down before I decide what I'm going to do with you. Consider yourself lucky about that. Now go to bed and be sure that we'll talk tomorrow."

[This part has also been developed. First, I wanted Ivan to give explanations – and hints too... And then, like I said, I like to think that Aaron and Shannon have a lot in common in terms of insecurities, and I didn't want Ivan to be reproached with what readers reproached to Mark in the very first version of I Was Shooting For The Moon, I Hit Two Stars. So I made Ivan insist on the fact that he'd never kick Aaron out, before Aaron even thought about it.]

He continues to glare at me for a few seconds before he pulls back and walks away. Without another word. Not even a good night. That's when his words seep further inside my head and I realize that I deeply upset him. With a sigh, I slowly head upstairs and after a very quick shower and the usual evening routine, I go to lie down in my bed and close my eyes. I don't know what I should expect tomorrow, but the day will certainly be painful.

The day? I mean, the upcoming weeks! There'll probably be severe sanctions after that, and it might even get worse when he realizes that I didn't work at all today. Maybe I should try and sneak out of my bedroom once I've heard him go to bed... go to the library downstairs and work while he sleeps? It might ease my punishment...

I'm tired but I struggle against sleepiness, and it takes a full hour before I hear his footsteps in the corridor. I hear my bedroom door open, then a deep rumble of anger before it's shut again. After ten long minutes, I reopen my eyes and sit in my bed. I wait a little while longer before I get up to put on a pair of sweatpants over my boxer briefs, and silently turn the doorknob to get out. I'm glad that this house doesn't have a creaking floor or staircase, and once downstairs, I hurry to the library.

Time to correct part of your mistakes, Aaron!

However, as soon as I switch on the light and turn to face my desk, I immediately realize that I'm too late and I feel like screaming my fright out. Where my notebooks and textbooks should have been neatly resting – exactly like I left them on Friday – there is a messy heap of opened notebooks and sheets of paper. Fuck!! Ivan already checked my work and if I judge by the note that bears a list of assignments in his handwriting, I'm in for several days of additional homework.

I'm screwed!!

Written on 16 and 18 December 2017

[That's it. As you can see, there was a lot of change and I hope you now understand why I couldn't publish it as it was. It took a long time, but without inspiration, there wasn't much I could do about it. At the end of the day, that chapter has jumped from 4700 words to 8620... so yeah, that's a nice jump and I hope you enjoyed the new version better than the draft.]