Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2015 23:34:29 -0500
From: Keito Nakagawa <keito.nakagawa@gmail.com>
Subject: Aiden and Henry - Chapter 3

The next morning was a bit more somber. Henry had woken up before me and
was busy packing his suitcase for his trip back to Paris. For a moment,
just for a moment, I laid in bed, just listening to him move around.
Since I was facing away he didn't notice that I was awake now. He would
probably be gone for a while again. After a year of back-and-forth to
Paris, Henry had finally come home from brokering his deals overseas and
now he was preparing to go back again. This time undoing the damage would
certainly take more than three days. I wanted to pretend that all the
motion I was hearing was just him getting ready to go to work...

"Good Morning" Henry sat down on the chair opposite me, next to the bed.
"Morning." I smiled at him, betraying how I really felt.
"Aiden...I Just want... I want you to know, that if you just say the word,
just say it, I wont go."
"Henry, you know that's not what I want"
"Aiden just say the words.." I sat up now, and held my boyfriend's soft
cheeks in my hand and looked into his beautiful brown eyes.
"Henry... go to Paris, make your deal happen, come back feeling better
and then stay with me. I don't want you struggling here while everything
you worked so hard for just falls apart. I'll be here, waiting for
you as always."

He nodded and sighed, looking at his hands. Henry had a habit of wringing
his hands whenever something was bothering him, and now was no exception.

"Henry, look at me." He looked up at me and I put my hands on top of his.

"Henry, I'm okay. I really am. I know that you'll be back. Don't be sad
or feel guilty. You've been gone most of the year, but I don't blame you,
I don't hate you. All I do is miss you, so go and come back soon okay?"
He nodded again. For a moment our eyes locked and he slid his hands up my
arm and pulled me closer. His lips gently brushed my cheek before moving
their way down and suddenly my world stood still as he kissed me deeply
and lunged forward, pushing me back onto the bed. My wrists were pinned
beneath his hands and I looked at him as he surveyed me.

"You look so beautiful Aiden... sometimes... I can hardly believe you're
mine..." He whispered as he let go of my wrists and I felt his hands
slide down and underneath my shirt. My body trembled slightly when the
fabric left me and I felt so exposed despite my bottom half still being
under the covers. Henry's body pressed against mine as he lay kisses down
my neck and onto my collarbone, his hands were still traveling all over
my body and I groaned as he grazed my chest and slid downwards, pulling
my pants and my boxers down my legs until they were at my ankles.
"H-H-Henry...!" I gasped as his gentle grasp turned firm along my still
hardening member. He looked at me, his eyes intensely focused on mine and
slowly he drifted down until I could feel his breath and then... a sense
of pure warmth surrounded me as I closed my eyes and gave in to his
manipulations. My body twisted and my mouth opened and closed as he
skillfully played me with an expertise only experience could grant. His
tongue traveled up and down my length focusing along the ridge of my head.


"Henry!" I gasped, his tongue had hit the small sensitive spot that only
he knew how to find. I writhed underneath him and he knew that I was
powerless to refuse anything he did to me. His hands followed the sides
of my body upwards, running the sides of my ribs and then down my abs,
all the while his tongue stroked my cock.

For a brief moment, I became delirious, wanting to feel every inch of my
body on fire. I felt the sheets beneath me against my skin, I was aware
of my hands wringing the bunches of fabric in my fists. Then suddenly, I
felt a finger snake its way down and enter me slowly. The slow,
purposeful penetration sharpened my focus and I felt its length slowly
creeping into me. My mouth opened as my back arched and shoved more of me
into Henry's mouth. Slowly, deliberately he stroked my insides with his
finger, pulling out just enough to make me feel everything but not enough
to give me what my body ached for.

After almost two months of Henry being gone, I had completely forgotten
this part of my existence. The need to be intimate with someone surged
back now and I begged, almost shamefully for him to do everything to me.
He, of course, was more than happy to oblige. Out came his finger only to
be replaced with two now, they teased me and taunted me, slowly caressing
my most private doorway.

"A-Ah-annhg..." I slammed my eyes shut as they pushed in, stretching me
more. Henry's lips kissed my abs and his free hand grasped my cock, I
felt it pulsing in his grasp and he looked at me. My body writhed and
stretched, underneath him. He had told me once that when I get to this
point, the look in my eyes becomes desperate, my body becomes mindless
and I begin to move my hips pivoting myself against his fingers.

"I love you Aiden..." Henry breathed against my neck as he threw off his
clothes and I felt him position himself above me. Without even thinking I
opened my mouth and took his entire length in, his thick cock thrust
itself in and out and I could not remember a thing that I did to him
other than wanting more and more of Henry.  His hand had found its way
back to my lower half and instead of two fingers now.... three teased my
opening and began to pry me open. I winced as he pushed with more force
and my body opened itself even more. It'd been so long since Henry and I
were intimate together that it hurt more than I remembered. Still, not a
thing had changed, he was just as he always had been, so gentle and
loving in bed.

"Are you okay Aiden?" Henry asked, pausing and taking a step back. I
closed my eyes and told myself to relax.
"I...I'm okay.." I panted, the pain in my body was clearly visible, but I
wanted it, I wanted Henry in the way that I hadn't been able to have. In
our college years, we would spend the days in bed together, but now
it was more than just sex, it was so much more. This...

"H-Henry!' I gasped again when his fingers moved. His eyes showed concern
for me and I struggled to open mine and look at him. All I could manage
was a few nods and his fingers began to move again, slowly, gently, in
and out... in and out.

"unhghhh.." I moaned as he finally withdrew and I felt Henry position
himself now. My legs ended up on his shoulders and he pushed forward
until I could feel him against me.
"Aiden... "

I nodded again and I felt myself opening up again as the head of his
endowment began to press and drill its way in. Every single centimeter of
him I felt entering me, his head pierced me and I winced slightly
and as he entered I felt the rush that I hadn't been able to achieve in
such a long time.

"Henry.. please..." I begged, I wasn't sure for what, but I wanted him so
badly.

His hips moved back and forth slowly, and I moaned as my back arched
again. He leaned forward and I felt my legs spread even more and at the
same time, more of Henry pushed in and now I felt his thighs against my
own. Henry was gentle, his hips moved steadily, forcing me into cycles
that switched from pain to pleasure. As we went on, my body became numb
to the pain, or maybe I became used to it again and only the waves of
pleasure traversed my body. They ebbed and flowed with him. Every once in
a while I would begin to drift off, my body moving on autopilot, doing
whatever it needed to do to make sure I was getting closer and closer.
Henry kissed me again, bringing me back to the present and the sensations
became more and more intense until I felt him tighten and suddenly thrust
his entire being into me. I cried out his name and winced, but felt
stream after stream of warmth enter me. Just that was enough to send me
over the tidal wave that I had been precariously balancing on the entire
time. My heightened senses went haywire as I cried and felt my hips buck.
Jet after jet of my own warmth shot into the air and landed now on my abs.
It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, after being starved for so
long, my entire being contracted, muscles tightened and I cried as wave
upon wave of pure pleasure drowned me. My entire body was spent, and
almost certainly would be sore. I felt like I had a hard time catching my
breath and I whimpered slightly as Henry left me. His head leaned down
now and he licked up the mess that I had made all over myself. Now he
came to me, his lips still lightly glistening and he kissed me and I
tasted myself on his lips.

"Aiden I love you..." He said as my mind began to drift again, I was so
tired... and so weak. I couldn't quite keep my eyes open, instead I only
felt Henry lay beside me as he used his arms to pull me close to him. His
hands clasped my own and I whimpered as my body ached slightly from being
tense the entire time. As I now came in and out of consciousness, I was
only aware of two things, the feeling of Henry's naked body against me,
and the warmth it provided as he encircled me. Just before I could hold
no longer, a third sensation came... the feeling of him... dripping out
of me... and before I could feel it reach the edge of my thigh...
everything went dark.

---

I woke up a little while later, my body was still racked with pain, but I
winced and hobbled my way through it. After cleaning myself up, I threw
on a white sweater and a pair of pajama pants. It was colder in the house
than my mindlessly horny self had remembered. It was one in the afternoon
now, and Henry had gotten up to make Lunch. He quickly came to my side
and helped me sit down (painfully) on the sofa in the living room.

"Are you okay?"
"Yeah... It's just.. . been a while since we..."
"Yeah..." He nodded, understanding.
"We're certainly not in college anymore..." I chuckled, and he laughed as
he put a pillow behind me.
"I did love those times... our little... bed days.  You're just as hot...
and sexy now as you were then you know." He said
"Oh stop, you're going to make me laugh and I think I'll need to take a
Tylenol if I do."
"Its true... Nothing has changed... the way you zone out and become so
horny that I could probably do anything to you and you'd be fine with it.
The way you throw yourself against me when it all gets to be too much,
even the sounds you make..." I nodded along. He was right though, I
probably would have done anything for him in those moments.
"Wait, don't you have a flight to catch?"
"I moved it to later this afternoon, theres not really much I can do
until tomorrow morning anyway."
"So then..."
"So then, I get to spend the next few hours with you, reminding you that
you're every bit the boy that I fell in love with." He kissed me again,
"We're not having sex again." I warned
"You know when I kiss you, you could just enjoy it... I don't always have
ulterior motives."
"Yeah but when you do I usually end up like this." I chuckled a little.
"Well, you know what could solve that? If we do it more often... you'll
get used to it..."
"Nice try."

Henry fed me a lunch of the leftovers from last night, plus a sandwich he
had lovingly made from turkey, avocado, and some other vegetables that I
wasn't even aware we had in our pantry. I lived, for the next few hours
anyway, under the delusion that I had all the time in the world with him.
He made no references to his impending departure, and I let myself
believe that when I woke up tomorrow, he'd still be there.

"Aiden, why don't you come with me?" He suddenly burst out.
"And do what? You don't like it when you have to do business in front of
me, and I usually end up sitting there. All I'd do is stay in the hotel
room." Henry nodded, understanding.

The closer the clock got to his departure time, the more desperate I
became. We sat on the small loveseat together and I clung onto him,
trying to remember everything about him.

"I'm not going to be gone long, I promise. Just a week, tops." He said
reassuringly. He was never right about his predictions. One week,
invariably turned into two, then into a month. For the larger projects
that he projected a month for, they would sometimes turn into half a year.
It wasn't that he was constantly missing deadlines, just that as deals
were made, more and more stipulations came after, and he would have to
stay to fix them.

Finally, the doorbell rang and his driver had come to pick him up for the
airport.

"I love you Henry..." I said to him as he walked out of the bedroom with
his suitcases in hand. He looked at me for a moment and paused. Walking
up, he put his suitcases down on either side of me, and the driver moved
to pick them up. While that happened, Henry leaned in and put his hands
on my cheeks. He kissed me again... and again, each time making me feel
weaker and weaker.

"You... look so perfect, I cant stay away too long." He said, smiling as he
lightly nudged his nose against mine.

He pulled away from the curb, and I did my best to stand at the door's
edge until he was out of sight. Henry later told me that his memory of me
on that day was the thing he focused on when he remembered what it was he
had waiting for him. Me, standing in the doorway with the white sweater a
little skewed, showing a bit more of my left collarbone, my hair was a
little long, a little messy, and a streak hung down, just barely covering
a little of my eye, and my legs, covered in the pajama pants but lightly
crossed and fidgeting nervously as he left. He said I looked like an
angel to him, radiant and patient.

His week of course, turned into a month, and for the first few weeks, I
was so lonely without him. He would call me between meetings, at night,
or at dinner time to sit with me, but having dinner with an iPad is not
the same.

Jason did his best to keep me entertained, but even then I felt very
aware that I was alone in the house. Every night I laid in the bed that
Henry and I shared, and its vastness swallowed me whole. It was cool now
and my body alone could not warm it.

Henry was having a hard time too it seemed. The deal with the Paris firm
seemed to be more complicated than he had predicted. Landon had done his
best to usurp the contract from underneath Henry's nose, and with the
things that he had promised the company, Henry was finding ways to
compensate. However it seemed that every time one fire went out, another
sprung up. Slowly, his month turned into three... and I woke up every day
smiling and pretending to be okay with him being there. I would fall
asleep with him on the opposite side of a skype call, and wake up to him
telling me good morning and good luck at school. He used to at least try
to come home every so often, but it seemed this time there was never a
dull moment for him...

After a while, my body had resumed its normal habits when he wasn't
around, my normal routine of studying, sleeping, cooking dinner, then
studying more until I fell asleep took over my life again.

One day Henry had asked me to stop by the company office to pick up
package that he had ordered before he left and was meant for me.
Originally he wanted to give it to me in person, but this would have to
do.

While at the office, I sat in his chair and opened the box to find inside
a small ring. It was silver and bore on the inside both my and his
initials. Henry knew that I hated ostentatious things and had opted for a
uniform and simple band that fit my finger perfectly. Inside was a letter
from him, telling me that he had a local jeweler in Paris make the ring
for him. While he promised that another ring would soon follow, this one
was for me to remember him by. Henry told me he knew how lonely I was,
and that I should look at this ring whenever I thought of him and
remember the promise that it held. Smiling I looked at the ring on my
finger and I felt warm and bubbly almost on the inside.

Things got a little easier after that, during my proficiencies and
dissections in school, I took the ring off and kept it safely in my
pocket and would reach in from time to time to let its presence reassure
me. I had my ups and my downs, there were even some days after a
particularly stressful test where I would just sit at home and cry from
sheer exhaustion. Unfortunately for me, that meant that when Henry would
call for his nightly checkup on me, my eyes would be puffy and red. When
I answered, he would immediately notice and go into his protective mode.
He asked if I had missed him, and my answer was still the brave one that
I had told him when he left. I would insist that I just watched a sad
movie, or had gotten something in my eyes while jogging.

The nights I spent at home were relaxing, but so lonely. I convinced
myself that I should run more, instead of just sitting at home by myself
watching TV. Every day at 5 when I got home, I would run. At first it was
around the block, then around it twice... and eventually I just kept
running as long and as fast as I could. Racing around the area wore me
out, I was exhausted and my legs hurt. Sometimes I would go until I could
barely breathe and I simply collapsed on our lawn. The earth beneath me
felt so solid and I could smell the grass around me. My chest hurt, my
throat felt as if a single cough could rip it apart, and my entire body
was drenched in sweat. The hair that had bounced lightly at the beginning
of my run matted down and stuck to my forehead now and I'm sure my face
was flushed. Still, I loved this feeling of exhaustion, I could do
nothing except force myself to take a shower, and then pass out on the
bed. In some cases, the days where I couldn't even manage to keep
standing for a shower, the bathtub became my bed for the night. I'd wake
up naked and wet, the water cold and I shivered still, getting up. I
winced as my aching muscles that were even stiffer from the cold waters
protested.

"Aiden... you don't look so good..." Jason said to me one day, setting his
tray of spaghetti and jello down next to me.
"I just, didn't get enough sleep last night." I played it off
"Well what did you do last night then?" He asked, offering me some of his
lunch.
"I just... ran a little and it didn't seem to take the edge off..."
"Maybe you should run more then?" he suggested absentmindedly, trying his
best to slurp up the noodles.
"Maybe..." I sighed
"Do you want me to run with you?"
"N-No, it's okay." I shook my head.
"Nah, it's okay, I'll run with you, I'm probably not as in shape as you,
but you can feel free to run ahead of me... It'll be good. If not, I have
the weekend to recover." Jason thought to himself.

That night he came over and we both changed into our running clothes. I
had gotten my tank top and basketball shorts with the pair of shoes that
I had bought a few months ago on Henry and I's shopping adventure. Which
by the way were already showing signs of wear. Jason had shown up in a
pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. After a few stretches, we stood
at the end of the driveway and started a light jog. After about 20
minutes, Jason was having a hard time already and I pretended I was too.
He waved for me to go ahead and I took the opportunity. I ran ahead again,
letting my mind go free, I focused on the same that I had every night, to
run as far, and as fast, as I could. Jason told me that I lapped him
almost 15 times. At some point during the run Jason had given up and
ended up crawling his way back to the lawn. He sat there and watched me
as I ran... and ran... and ran.

"Aiden! Stop! It's enough, just come on in and lets rest!" He shouted to
me.

But I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to run more and
more and faster and faster. My body wasn't broken yet and I needed it to
be so that I could sleep, so that I wouldn't feel so alone and restless
in the house. As much as I pretended to myself and convinced myself that
I was okay with Henry's long absence, my body wasn't, and so it punished
me, forcing me to run until I couldn't anymore. After another two laps, I
finally felt my legs giving out on me, and I managed to push myself until
I saw Jason waiting for me. He had noticed that I was getting slower and
more ragged and had now stood in my way using his wide open arms as a
wall to stop me. I didn't quite make it to him and instead just a few
inches before him my legs gave up and I stumbled and fell sideways onto
the grass. I panted and gasped for air as my arms tried to push me up but
fell as the whole of my being refused to work with me and I fell on my
side, feeling as if I wanted to throw up.

"Aiden!" Jason rushed over to help me turn and lay on my back. He quickly
looked me over and gasped as he told me my hand and a little of my ankle
was bleeding. Apparently in my fall I had caught a little bit of the
rough pavement and it scraped me. He rushed into the house for a first-
aid kit while I lay there wheezing. A little anti-biotic spray and two
bandaids later, Jason helped me up. I was brought inside and he let me
lay on the bed.

"Aiden... what was that?"
"Running..." I said, my breath still ragged.
"That was not running and you know it. You can't do this to yourself,
you'll end up hurting yourself, and god forbid what if next time you cant
even make it home?" He was lecturing me, but I didn't care.

My chest hurt so much and I couldn't move my arms to position myself more
favorably, I closed my eyes and let all the pain and soreness wash over
me, my entire body felt as if it were on fire and I embraced it. While
Jason continued his lecture on safe exercise, I fell asleep, thoroughly
worn out.

The next morning I woke up still in my exercise clothes and my body
hadn't moved an inch since last night. I tested myself now, daring myself
to move my legs and I winced. It was almost as if trying to tell a stiff
rod to suddenly stretch again. My muscles ached and I tried to move the
rest of me to no avail. Jason had fallen asleep next to me in the small
chair that sat at the side of the bed. He seemed to stir at the sound of
my movements and in time opened his eyes.

"Aiden, don't move, are you sore? Do you need me to help you?" He asked,
getting up
"I'll.. be.. f-fi-NE" I groaned, trying to stand up. He rushed to my side.
"Yeah... you'll be fine I'm sure."
"Shower..." I said, pointing to the bathroom.
"I think... you'd better take a bath today..."

He helped me over to the bathroom and started the tap. I tried my best to
get my arms over my head but they wouldn't go higher than my chest.

"Here, let me help you." Jason said, helping me take off my clothes.

Under normal circumstances, I would have been opposed to anyone helping
me strip, but it wasn't anything that Jason hadn't seen, we had shared
enough of our college years doing crazier things than getting naked
together. He helped me into the tub and he told me to tell him if I
needed him to come help me out. I washed myself in silence, and sat for a
moment in the tub, letting the hot water soothe my aches away.

"Aiden, you're overdoing it..." Jason warned when I had finally managed to
pull myself out of the waters and into some clothes. I didn't say
anything, he was right. I bet though, that he understood why I was doing
what I was, that he too had been in my situation before, but he couldn't
find the words to offer me solace, and I wouldn't have listened to them
if he had.

The day was spent in relative relaxation, Jason refused to let me do
anything that he considered strenuous, and I ended up being a prisoner in
my own house. By nightfall he had decided that I should be okay by myself
now and had left me to fend for myself. After missing last night's Skype
call, Henry called a little earlier tonight...

"Aiden... I miss you..." He told me.
"I miss you too..."
"I want to come home Aiden..."
"Don't... just finish first."

The last statement took everything in my mind to say. My heart was heavy
but I knew it needed to be done. It was then that I smiled brightly, even
though I felt so dim. I told him that it was okay, that I was fine and
happy and still waiting patiently for him. I told him about the date that
I had planned for us, a light picnic and to spend the day together laying
on the side of the hill that had been our special spot. The sky above us
would turn dark and we'd watch the stars together.

Henry smiled as he listened and nodded. I missed his smile, I missed his
touch, I missed... being safe in his arms. Even just admitting to myself
all this, I realize how hopelessly in love we are... but I was so happy, so
contented to be his. Henry was called away by someone off screen now, and
I nodded, signaling to him that it was okay to go.

"I'll be back soon okay? I promise." Henry smiled again as he hit the end
button and my screen went black.

Then the house was silent and I was alone again, I sat on the couch by
myself and turned on the TV. The volume was just low enough for me to
hear it and I grabbed the throw and covered myself. Snuggling into the
corner, I took a look around me, as if to confirm that I was alone. There
was no one but the dark around me. For just that moment I let everything
sink in... and I cried. I missed Henry, I was stressed, my entire body
ached and I had never felt so alone. My sobs caused my chest to spasm and
my muscles ached even more. After some time, I eventually calmed myself
down and took a few deep breaths one after the other. When I had finally
composed myself, I pulled the throw even tighter around me and set the TV
on a sleep timer.

In the vast darkness of the empty house and the soft glow of the TV in
front of me, I curled myself up in the corner of the couch and closed my
eyes. I felt so small against the openness of the cushions around me and
tried to imagine the feeling of Henry behind me, but even then I couldn't
remember that warmth. Now, the cold air ran over me and I shivered a
little, curling myself even tighter. There in the dark...

I fell asleep alone...

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