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“I mean I could to an update on open vs closed code with AI platforms,” Doug suggested a few Mondays later, his fingers typing away at his keyboard. The studio buzzed with the sound of productivity, with Brandon nodding in thought beside him.
“Yeah, I was thinking it could be cool if we did an update episode, you know just revisit old stories, and—” Aiden trailed of, his eyes widening as he glanced at the clock. It was already seven-fifteen, and his heart sank as he realized he was over an hour late. His stomach churned with a mix of desire and fear. He knew what Nick had promised, and he hadn’t forgotten the ultimatum.
“Fuck!” Aiden hissed, jolting upright in his chair as the reality of the time hit him. His heart raced as he frantically began to pack up his things, his mind racing. He’d lost track of time again, so caught up in the flow of the podcast that he’d ignored the ticking clock.
“What’s wrong, Aiden?” Brandon glanced up, noticing the sudden tension in his co-host’s posture.
Aiden’s voice was tight as he replied, “Just lost track of time, guys. Got to go, sorry.” He was already halfway out the door, his mind racing. The drive home was going to be a blur, his mind a tornado of worry about what awaited him. Nick never made empty threats, especially when it came to their relationship.
By the time he got home it was already nearly eight thirty. Aiden felt sick with dread, his palms sweaty on the steering wheel. He knew that he had fucked up big time. Nick had been very clear about what would happen if he didn’t get home on time tonight. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the consequences.
When he opened the door, the apartment was eerily silent. He called out Nick’s name, his voice echoing in the emptiness.
“Hey baby,” Nick said, oddly casual as he emerged from the kitchen, a dish towel slung over his shoulder. Aiden’s eyes swept the room, searching for any sign of what was to come. The living room was lit by the soft glow of the TV, and the scent of dinner lingered in the air. Nick’s expression was unreadable, and Aiden’s stomach churned with anticipation. “How was the recording?”
Aiden swallowed hard, the lie sticking in his throat. “It went fine, but I got caught up with some last-minute brainstorming. I’m so sorry I’m late,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. Nick’s gaze never wavered, his eyes boring into Aiden’s soul as he took in his rumpled clothes and disheveled hair.
Nick sauntered over, his bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. He stopped in front of Aiden, so close their chests almost touched. “It’s okay, baby, I know how important your work is to you,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. Aiden’s eyes searched Nick’s, looking for any hint of anger or disappointment, but all he saw was…calm.
“Nick please don’t be mad at me,” Aiden whispered, his voice tight with anxiety. Nick reached up, cupping Aiden’s cheek, his thumb brushing away a lock of hair that had fallen into his eyes.
“I’m not mad at you, Aiden,” Nick said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill down Aiden’s spine. “But we did make a deal, remember?” His eyes searched Aiden’s, looking for the understanding that he knew was there. Aiden nodded, his heart racing.
Nick’s hand slid down to Aiden’s neck, his grip firm but gentle as he turned his face to the side. Aiden felt the heat of his lover’s breath against his ear as Nick whispered, “You know what that means, don’t you?”
Aiden nodded again, his breath hitching. “A week of no...no sex?” he managed to croak out, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and need.
“Yup, you made your choice, and now it’s time to face the music, baby,” Nick murmured, his breath warm against Aiden’s neck.
And with that Nick plopped down on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV as if nothing had happened. Aiden stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, his body still humming from the lingering effects of their earlier encounter. He knew what was coming, he had known it was a possibility, but the reality was a stark reminder of the power dynamics they had established.
The first few days passed largely without incident, Nick still held him at night and kissed him in the morning, but there was a noticeable absence of the passionate sex they were accustomed to. Aiden felt the void acutely, his body aching for the connection they usually shared. The tension grew palpable, a constant reminder of the promise made and broken.
By Thursday Aiden felt like he was going crazy with need, his body practically humming with sexual tension. Every time Nick so much as brushed against him, Aiden felt his cock twitch with desire. He knew he had to do something to bridge the gap between them. That evening, as they sat on the couch watching TV, Aiden decided it was time to face the music.
“Nick, please, I’m sorry, I can’t take it anymore,” Aiden’s voice was a desperate whisper as he turned to face his lover.
Nick turned to Aiden, his expression unreadable. He studied him for a moment, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. "What can't you take anymore?" he asked, his voice deceptively casual.
Aiden took a deep breath, his heart racing as he gathered his courage. "I can't take not being with you, not having you inside me. I need you, Nick. I need this...us," he said, his voice cracking with desperation. He reached out, his hand shaking slightly as he touched Nick's arm. "Please, I'll do anything, anything at all to make it up to you.”
“Tell me why you’re sorry, Aiden. Make me believe it’s not just because you’re horny,” Nick’s voice was firm, his eyes unyielding.
Aiden’s heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He knew he had to be sincere, had to make Nick understand. “I’m sorry because I let work come before us. I’m sorry for breaking my promise, for making you feel like you weren’t enough to keep me home. You are, you always have been. I need you, not just sexually, but emotionally. I can’t go another second without feeling you, without knowing that you’re mine and I’m yours. I need this bond, this connection that we have. Without it, I feel...incomplete,” Aiden’s voice broke, his eyes filling with tears.
Nick’s gaze softened slightly at Aiden’s earnest plea, his hand moving to cover the one that lay trembling on his arm. He knew that Aiden was feeling the strain of their agreement, knew that he had pushed him to this point. But he had to make sure that the message stuck, that their relationship came first.
“Promises, promises,” Nick mused, his thumb idly tracing circles on Aiden’s palm. Aiden’s breath hitched, his eyes searching Nick’s for any sign of relenting. “You know actions speak louder than words, baby.”
Aiden nodded, desperation etched on his features. “I’ll prove it, I swear. I’ll do anything, Nick. Just tell me what you need from me,” he begged, his voice hoarse with want.
Nick’s expression was unyielding, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of the warmth that Aiden craved. “Anything?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, anything, Nick. I’ll make it up to you, I swear. I’ll change my schedule, I’ll work from home more, I’ll do whatever it takes to show you that I prioritize us above everything else,” Aiden pleaded, his voice earnest and desperate. He could feel the desperation seeping from every pore, his body crying out for Nick’s touch.
“No, no baby, you don’t have to do any of that. I just need you to be present, to show me that you want me as much as I want you. That you crave our connection just as badly when you’re not here. That’s all I ask for,” Nick said, his voice gentle but firm.
Aiden’s eyes searched Nick’s, hope blossoming in his chest. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against Nick’s, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “I do, I swear. I want you, I crave you. Every minute of every day, you’re all I think about, all I need. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Nick felt his resolve wavering, the raw need in Aiden’s voice and the desperation in his eyes making it hard to maintain his stoic façade. He knew Aiden was sincere, could feel it in every tremble of his body. He sighed, his grip on Aiden’s hand tightening slightly. “You wanna make it up to me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, please, tell me what to do!” Aiden’s voice was a whine, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. His body was taut with tension, his cock straining against his pants.
Nick’s smile grew, his eyes dark with desire. “Alright, baby, if you really want to make it up to me, then ride me. Take what you need, show me how much you want this,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
Aiden’s eyes widened with excitement, his fear and anxiety morphing into eager anticipation. He leaned in, capturing Nick’s lips in a desperate kiss, his hands fumbling with the button of Nick’s pants. Nick groaned into the kiss, his cock already hard and ready for Aiden’s touch.
Aiden didn’t have the reserve to drag him to the bedroom; instead, he pushed Nick’s pants and underwear down in one swift move then stripped himself. Nick’s cock sprang free, bobbing with excitement as Aiden’s eyes greedily took in the sight. He straddled Nick’s lap, feeling the heat of his lover’s erection against his ass. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through him, and he moaned into Nick’s mouth.
Nick’s hands gripped Aiden’s hips, guiding him into place. With a whine of need, Aiden reached back and lined up Nick’s cock with his own, feeling the slickness of his precum against his skin. He took a deep breath and pushed down, feeling Nick fill him completely. The stretch was exquisite, the burn a delicious reminder of who was in charge. He threw his head back, a silent scream of pleasure escaping his lips as he took all of Nick’s length.
They remained still for a moment, Aiden’s body adjusting to the intrusion, Nick’s eyes never leaving his face. Then, with a fierce growl, Aiden began to move. He rode Nick with an urgency that bordered on desperation, his body slamming down onto him in a frenetic rhythm. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the low grunts of pleasure.
“Are you gonna stay late next week, too?” Nick’s voice was a dark tease as Aiden’s breath grew ragged, his body moving faster and faster. The question sent a shiver down Aiden’s spine, a reminder of the power Nick held over him.
“No! No, never again. I’ll never break my promise to you, Nick. I need this, I need you too much!” Aiden’s voice was a desperate growl, his hips moving erratically as he chased his release. Nick’s cock was like a brand, searing him from the inside out, claiming him in a way that nothing else could.
Nick’s hands gripped Aiden’s hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he met Aiden’s frantic rhythm with his own, driving into him with a force that made the couch squeak in protest. Aiden’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream. The pleasure was almost too much, but he knew he had to keep going, had to show Nick just how much he meant it.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” Nick’s voice was a rough whisper in Aiden’s ear, his breath hot against his skin. Aiden moaned in response, his body moving almost of its own accord. He knew what Nick was doing—reinforcing their dynamic, their rules. And he reveled in it, loved the feeling of being controlled, of being owned by this man who knew him so well.
Their rhythm grew more intense, Aiden’s body sliding up and down Nick’s cock in a wet, frantic dance. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil in his gut that grew tighter with every thrust. Nick’s eyes never left his, holding him in a gaze that was both loving and demanding.
“Fuck, yes, Nick, yes, I’m all yours!” Aiden panted as he rode Nick like a man possessed, feeling his lover’s cock hit that perfect spot deep inside him that made his toes curl and his eyes water. Nick’s hands slammed into the couch cushions, his knuckles turning white as he watched Aiden’s body take him over and over, his own need rising to a crescendo.
Their eyes locked, and Aiden saw the love and possession in Nick’s gaze. He knew he’d made the right decision, that this was what he needed. Nick’s hips bucked up, meeting Aiden’s movements with a fervor that spoke volumes about his own desperation.
“Wanna cum Nick! Wanna come so bad, please!” Aiden’s voice was strained, his eyes locked on Nick’s face, begging for the release that hovered just out of reach. Nick’s grip tightened, his thumbs digging into Aiden’s hips, guiding him faster, harder.
“Come for me, baby, come all over my cock. Show me how much you need me,” Nick grunted, his own orgasm close. Aiden’s eyes rolled back, and he threw his head back, a loud cry echoing through the apartment as he came, his body convulsing with the power of his release. Nick followed closely, his own orgasm tearing through him like a wildfire, filling Aiden with his heat.
They remained locked together, panting and sweaty, for a moment, savoring the feeling of connection. Then, with a sigh, Aiden collapsed against Nick’s chest, his body boneless. Nick wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. The warmth of their embrace washed over Aiden like a balm, soothing the last of his anxiety away.
“Don’t ever make me abstain from you again,” Nick murmured into Aiden’s sweat-dampened hair, his arms tightening around him. Aiden’s breath was hot and ragged against Nick’s neck, his heart hammering in a delicious rhythm.
“I won’t, I promise, never again,” Aiden vowed, his voice muffled. Nick chuckled, feeling the sincerity in Aiden’s words. He knew that this week had been a wake-up call for his lover, a stark reminder of what was truly important.