Aaron came down on his forearm, across Joel’s back, his full weight now. Joel attempted a wriggle just to see, and God, he really was trapped under the larger man. Aaron was pushing, driving, and they almost might be fucking, both of them rocking and grunting, hot breath and flesh and friction. Aaron kissed Joel’s neck with force and teeth, burying his face in the crook, panting anguished breaths, and Joel needed to come again, he desperately wanted to give Aaron that. “Oh Christ. Talk to me. Touch me. Tell me what you want and sodding do it.”

“You,” Aaron gasped in his ear. “I want you, and I want—”

Joel yelped. That was because Aaron had straddled him, hoisted his hips, and thrust between his thighs. Oxford style, but with his legs caught like this it felt so tight and hot and hard. “Christ, yes, fuck me like this,” he gasped, and Aaron growled, “I’ll give it to you as long as you want it,” and that was it for Joel. Coming a second time, bucking in Aaron’s unbreakable, painful, glorious grip, begging, “Yes, Jesus, please,” as Aaron drove him into the settee and sobbed into his ear.

They lay together. Joel couldn’t have moved at gunpoint. His bones were liquid, his thighs sticky, Aaron a dead weight on his back, and he quite wanted to cry again.

“That was bloody lovely,” he managed.

Aaron didn’t respond. He might be actually dead, and Joel couldn’t blame him. He lay with his face in upholstery, wondering if they could just lock the door and stay in here forever.

At last Aaron shifted. “Joel.”

“Mmm.”

“Joel.” He didn’t seem to have anything more to offer. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. Don’t move.”

“I meant—”

“It was exactly what I wanted. You were perfect. I’ve spunked all over your settee and you should clean it up or the stain will be a bugger to get out.”

“Housekeeping tips too.”

“I’m a man of many talents.” He took as deep a breath as he could manage in the circumstances. “And I would like to stay here as long as you’d have me, but...”

“But,” Aaron said. “I know.”

“What do we do?”

“The best thing for us both would be to get you well out of the way. If you can’t be used against me, that would be extremely helpful. Go somewhere, use an assumed name, keep your head down. Somewhere outside London, preferably a longish way. Do you have any friends you could visit?”

Joel’s entire acquaintance lived in London these days. “No, but I’ll go somewhere. For how long?”

“I don’t know. It could be some time.”