Home Alone

The hand that had been at Aaron’s shoulder suddenly was under Aaron’s right thigh, twisting Aaron’s body around to where his back was against the arm of the shoulder and, now, his right leg was raised and bent, and trapped against the back cushion of the sofa by Chuck’s left torso. Aaron’s left leg was dangling off the sofa, his foot on the floor in front of the sofa. His legs were spread. His crotch was exposed, vulnerable. Chuck’s right hand then went to the back of Aaron’s neck, pulling the younger man’s head forward. Chuck cupped Aaron’s chin in his left hand. His face dipped down to Aaron’s and he took Aaron’s mouth into a possessive kiss.

Aaron struggled against the kiss—at first—using his left arm to try to push Chuck’s chest away. His right arm was trapped between his body and the back cushion of the sofa. Chuck was too strong for him and held the kiss, becoming more brutal with it, getting his tongue in Aaron’s mouth and swabbing Aaron’s inner cheeks until he felt Aaron’s body go limp and Aaron’s left hand stop trying to push him away. His fingers had pushed into the matting of curly blond hair on Chuck’s exposed chest, and he was tugging on the hair. As he surrendered more in the kiss, his hand grabbed Chuck’s right bicep and pulled Chuck into him rather than trying to push him away. His mouth relaxed, went soft, returned Chuck’s kiss with passion.