Haru's Love

A few moments later, he was in his bedroom gathering his pajamas. As he was doing so, he heard both Noah and Reo heading into their own bedrooms across the hallway. Some ten minutes later, Aiden was in the shower, taking his time enjoying the cool sprinkles of water c.a.r.e.s.sing his skin.

N.a.k.e.d, Aiden was a total hunk with firm, toned muscles everywhere. Broad c.h.e.s.t and shoulders with long muscular arms and legs, and of course, six-pack abs. The handsome man raked his fingers through his wet blond hair as he raised his gorgeous face toward the oncoming water. He sighed deeply.

"F.u.c.k!" he swore under his breath. The alluring image of Haru n.a.k.e.d and dripping wet with water came to his mind again, and he felt his c.o.c.k responding.

He glanced down, and sure enough, his man root was already hard and rising like a steel pole.

He sighed again. This was definitely sick. He was aroused simply because he was thinking of his own stepbrother. A very pretty one at that. One almost every gay man would want to f.u.c.k.

Was he any different from those creepy old men who stalked Haru? he wondered. No, of course not. Since Haru had turned eighteen, he too wanted to f.u.c.k the boy, and it was driving him nearly to the brink of insanity.

And now? Haru had revealed to him that he was in love with a girl. A very gorgeous one at that. How the f.u.c.k was he, Aiden, supposed to react to that discovery except to show his support? Yes, that was all he could do as the reliable stepbrother, even though deep down he was so f.u.c.k.i.n.g jealous and envious...

Shit! He was a grown a.d.u.l.t. So, why was he having these sorts of emotions? He should be more in control of himself and his emotions.

Yes, he should just forget about this sickly d.e.s.i.r.e and move on. All he needed to do was to find himself a girl and have a one-night stand to relieve his pent-up frustration.

But first, he had to deal with this stupid aroused c.o.c.k that seemed to get forever bigger the more he thought about Haru.

He reluctantly wrapped his hand around the engorged organ and started rubbing. His c.o.c.k was hard and hot. He g.r.o.a.n.e.d deep in his throat as he imagined Haru's hand touching him, rubbing him and, God forbid, kissing, l.i.c.k.i.n.g, and s.u.c.k.i.n.g him down there.

Oh, f.u.c.k! He was going insane for sure.

"Haru..." He whispered the boy's name under his breath lovingly, imagining Haru's pretty face and smoky eyes staring up at him passionately as he took him in the mouth.

"Oh, God..." he growled lowly. He was going to come soon. F.u.c.k, but it felt so good.

He rubbed himself harder and faster, and it wasn't long until the enthralling image of Haru on his back, spreading his legs out for Aiden to insert his c.o.c.k into the boy's tight little a.s.s, came into his mind.

Oh. God. F.u.c.k.

Aiden came, and he felt his body shuddering with ecstasy.

He leaned against the wall, his head in a daze as the shower continued to sprinkle on him. He licked his lips as he thought about Haru. F.u.c.k, but he felt so guilty for doing something like this. Yeah, he was sick, all right.

Some five minutes later, after he had thoroughly cleaned himself, he stepped out of the shower, dried his body, and donned his pajama pants and T-shirt.

After drying his hair with a towel, he gathered his dirty clothes and was about to leave the room when he noticed Haru's pile of belongings sitting on the floor. He bent down and grabbed them. He noticed that, apart from the dirty garments, there was a pair of clean jeans as well.

Heading out the door, Aiden directed toward the laundry, and after putting both his and Haru's clothes into the washing machine ready to be washed tomorrow morning, he then came out into the hallway. There, he was about to head toward Haru's bedroom when he paused.

Shit! What the f.u.c.k was he doing? Only moments ago he had been masturbating while thinking about his stepbrother, and now, he was about to barge right into the boy's room. And all for what? Simply because he wanted to return this pair of clean jeans?

Yeah, right. The jeans were an excuse. But damn, Aiden didn't care. He wanted to see Haru, even if he was going to be disturbing the youth in his sleep.

Though he felt guilty as hell, he headed toward Haru's bedroom door nonetheless, and once there, he knocked. "Haru?"