By His Rules by Rock J. A

Author:Rock, J. A. [Rock, J. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction, Romance MM, erotic MM
ISBN: 9781611188318
Publisher: Loose Id
Published: 2012-01-10T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The next couple of days were rough. Aiden was

moody and irritable, snapping at Keaton whenever

Keaton tried to make conversation. He couldn’t sleep

and threw up everything he ate—discreetly; he didn’t

want Keaton to catch him in such a vulnerable state

again.

He waited for Keaton to get fed up, snap, punish

him. It didn’t happen.

“I rented a couple of movies if you’re interested,”

Keaton said on Saturday night.

“I’m not,” Aiden said.

“Okay then. Do you mind giving me a hand with

dinner?”

“I’ve got some stuff to do. I’m not eating, anyway.”

“You sure? Homemade pizza. My specialty.”

Aiden wrinkled his nose. “Yuck.”

Keaton stood in the foyer, sorting through the day’s

mail. “One of my students is making a ceramic pizza for

her final project. It’s pretty cool looking.”

“Why do you teach at a community college?”

Keaton looked up. “What do you mean?”

“Are you not qualified to teach at a real school?”

Aiden asked nastily.

Keaton looked more surprised than offended. “I

guess I fail to see how community college isn’t a ‘real

school.’ Part of the reason is that the job was available—

it’s tough to find work in this economy. You’ve got to

take what you can get. Also, major universities tend to

breed a lot of departmental politics. I feel like I deal less

with the political side of academia at Florence.”

Aiden wasn’t sure how to respond in a way that

would provoke Keaton. He flopped back on the couch,

letting his legs sprawl open. “I fucked a college

professor once. Not one of my professors, I mean. But he

taught somewhere near here, and he was in town for the

weekend. He wanted me to pretend I was a student. Are

you into schoolboy scenes?”

“Can’t say I am.” Keaton tossed an envelope onto

the side table.

“Have you fucked a lot of guys?”

Keaton looked pointedly at Aiden. “That’s really

not your business.”

“Just asking.”

“I’m going to go start dinner. You’re welcome to

help.”

“Why should I help with something I’m not going

to be able to eat without getting sick?” Aiden

complained. “Then when I puke, I’ll have to worry about

you barging into the bathroom and watching me.”

“Settle down.” Keaton started toward the kitchen.

“Make me,” Aiden said.

Keaton stopped, turned.

Aiden’s heart pounded, but he pressed on.

“Fucking make me settle down.”

“Aiden,” Keaton said quietly.

“Keaton,” Aiden mocked.

“I’m not going to ‘make you’ settle down.”

“Why not? Because I ‘need time to heal’? Or

because you don’t know how to be a goddamn top?”

Keaton looked like he was trying to hide a smile,

which infuriated Aiden further. “Well, here’s the truth—

there’s nothing you could do that would make me

behave. I can take a lot of pain. You’d have to beat the

complete shit out of me to get me to do anything.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” Aiden snapped.

“Well, I’m certainly not going to do that.” Keaton

turned again to leave.

Aiden walked to the foyer table, grabbed the twigs

out of Keaton’s spiral vase, and hurled them at Keaton.

They landed on the floor between them.

Keaton paused.

Aiden waited, chin lifted defiantly. His heart

thrashed against his chest like a caged animal, and fear

snaked around his wrists and ankles, binding him where

he stood. But he continued to send out his silent plea to

Keaton: Please stop me. I need you to stop me.

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