A Rough Day

 

Philip came up behind Aaron as he closed the front door, and wrapped his arms around Aaron’s waist. 

“Good day?” Phil murmured, kissing the back of Aaron’s neck. 

Aaron grunted sourly, his head hanging in weariness. 

“I don’t understand divorcing couples,” he groaned. “Four hours, today, one couple were at it. They were arguing over a collection of little blue plates that the husband’s mother had left them in her will. They both hated the bloody things, but he insisted they’re worth a lot of money, so of course they both wanted the damn things.” 

Phil couldn’t stop a grin spreading over his face as he nuzzled Aaron’s shoulder sympathetically. 

“What did you do?” 

“I took the plates to an antiques place across the road in my lunch hour. Turns out, the plates were worthless. They were in my bin half an hour later.” Aaron shook his head helplessly. 

Phil bit back a giggle. 

“I made dinner,” he said, taking Aaron’s suit jacket off and hanging it in the closet beside the front door. “Do you want some?” 

“No, thanks, baby. I’m not that hungry. Not for food.” Aaron threw his briefcase down on the sofa and turned back to Phil, a feral gleam in his eyes. 

“I know that look,” Phil said, backing away. “Oh, no you don’t!” 

Philip dodged as Aaron pounced for him, and darted towards the bedroom. 

Aaron followed in hot pursuit, blocking the door of the ensuite with his foot when Phil tried to close it. He wriggled his hand around the crack in the door, caught hold of Philip's wrist, and pulled the smaller man back out to face him. 

Philip squirmed and wriggled as Aaron forcibly removed him from their ensuite. 

Aaron slammed Phil back against the door, hearing the breath leave his lover’s body with a huff, before he pressed their lips together. 

All thoughts of escape left Philip’s mind. 

Phil moaned softly as Aaron’s tongue pushed forcefully into his mouth, probing deeply. Phil bit down on Aaron’s bottom lip, making Aaron growl low in his throat. 

Aaron’s fingers fumbled uselessly with the buttons on Philip’s shirt for a moment, before his patience broke, and he ripped the shirt from Phil’s shoulders. 

Phil groaned as Aaron’s fingertips roughly caressed his nipples, before sliding down his navel and unfastening his jeans. 

Aaron kissed Philip again, his mouth hard and demanding. 

Phil whimpered when Aaron’s hand wormed down the front of his jeans and began to shuck over his length, fast and hard. His hips bucked against Aaron’s navel as he whined in pleasure. 

“Aaron!” Phil hissed his partner’s name, arching his back to press himself harder against Aaron. Philip wrapped his legs tightly around Aaron’s waist, his fingers digging into Aaron’s shoulders. 

Aaron yanked Phil’s jeans roughly from his legs, along with his boxers. Aaron growled something in Philip’s ear, his breath hot against Phil’s earlobe, but Philip was too distracted by the pleasure to hear what was said. 

He moaned softly, and reached down to unbuckle Aaron’s jeans. 

Aaron’s thick tip pressed firmly against Philip, making the smaller man shiver with anticipation. Aaron let out a soft moan, and pushed his entire length inside Philip in one long stroke. 

Philip yelped and arched his back, his body protesting against the swift invasion. 

Aaron reached down and began to jerk Phil’s length in time with his thrusts, which quickly became fast and brutally hard. Aaron bit down on Philip's shoulder, supporting his boyfriend’s weight easily as Phil’s strength left him. Aaron smirked to himself as Philip’s fingernails clawed desperately at the wooden door, half pulling away from Aaron’s almost violent thrusts, half pushing harder against Aaron, craving more. 

Philip’s moans were music to Aaron’s ears as he pressed his partner harder against the door, allowing Phil no escape from Aaron’s furious movements. 

Phil moaned in disappointment when Aaron suddenly withdrew from him. 

Aaron threw Philip down on their massive double bed, flipped him onto his hands and knees, and quickly jammed himself roughly back into his lover. 

Phil howled as Aaron’s length entered him at a new angle, rubbing his prostate firmly with every thrust. Philip’s hands clawed at the sheets as he gasped for breath, every movement drawing a moan from his lips. 

“Oh, God, Aaron!” Phil whimpered. “I’m gonna cum.” 

Aaron moaned softly, and pushed Philip flat down onto the mattress, continuing his hard thrusts. He lowered his lips to the back of Phil’s neck and began kissing and nibbling the warm skin, knowing Phil loved it when he did that. 

“Aaron!” Philip’s entire body tensed beneath Aaron; his muscles contracted tightly around Aaron’s length, making Aaron whimper and inducing his own orgasm. 

Aaron collapsed on top of Philip as their climaxes subsided, both of them gasping for breath. Aaron nuzzled Phil’s neck gently, before rolling off him and settling down on the mattress. He pulled Philip towards him and wrapped his arms snugly around Phil’s torso. 

Philip let out a sleepy sigh and pressed his body against Aaron’s. 

“Are you alright?” Aaron murmured, fighting back a yawn. 

Philip smiled and nodded. 

“Feeling better?” He asked Aaron. 

Aaron laughed softly. 

“Much.” 

They both chuckled as Aaron’s stomach rumbled loudly. 

Philip twisted to kiss Aaron gently for a moment, before he sat up and stretched, wincing when his lower back protested. 

“I’ll heat up our dinner.” 

Philip pulled on one of Aaron’s shirts, aware of his partner watching him hungrily, and was glad that the shirt fell almost to his knees. 

Aaron watched Phil walk towards the kitchen, his hips swaying seductively beneath the over-large shirt. He debated following Philip and taking him again on the kitchen floor then and there, but decided to do that after they’d eaten. 

Grinning to himself, Aaron went for a shower. 

 

Aaron’s Birthday

 

Philip was just lighting the last candle set on the dining table when he heard Aaron’s keys jangle in the door. He quickly blew out the match and switched off the main light, plunging the room into semi-darkness. 

“I’m home, baby.” Aaron called from the hallway. 

“I’m in the dining room.” Philip called back. 

Aaron came in, still wearing his knee-length coat, and looked around the room. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking bewildered. 

Phil smirked, rolling his eyes. 

“You forgot, didn’t you?” 

“Forgot what? Our anniversary?” Aaron asked tentatively, looking bashful. 

“No, your birthday.” Philip smiled and embraced his partner. 

“It’s not my birthday. My birthday is June the seventh.” 

“And what day is it today?” 

Aaron thought for a moment, before he blushed. 

“Alright, so I’m an idiot,” he said with a laugh. 

“How you ever graduated law school, I’ll never know,” Philip said. “Come on. I’m starving.” 

Aaron felt his mouth begin to water when Philip put a plate in front of him. He eyed lemon-drizzled grilled salmon, watercress and egg salad and roasted asparagus with boiled potatoes appreciatively, before leaning over to kiss Phil gently. 

“This looks fantastic, babe. Thank you.” 

Philip smiled, and they tucked in eagerly. 

They ate in a companionable silence, content with each other’s company, listening to the clock on the wall ticking methodically. 

Philip waited patiently for Aaron to finish, before he fetched a tall, wrapped box from their bedroom and handed it to Aaron. 

“What is it?” Aaron asked, shaking the box gently. He eagerly tore off the wrapping paper and opened the cardboard box within. 

He stared inside for a moment, before he reached in and carefully withdrew an antique wooden clock. 

The ivory face, inlaid with silver, was polished to a neat shine. Four round silver baubles twisted slowly beneath the face; one rotation every five seconds. A glass dome covered the clock protectively. 

Aaron stared at it for a moment, before he looked up at Philip, unable to speak. 

“Look at the back,” Philip said gently. 

Aaron obediently turned the clock around, and gasped when he read the inscription. 

 

To my darling Kimberly, 

 

On our twenty-fifth anniversary. 

Thanks for the memories, and here’s to another twenty-five years together. 

  

All my love now, and for always, 

Your Jonathan 

 

“You found my grandmother’s clock,” Aaron whispered. “Where on earth did you find this?” 

“I went to the antiques shop you said your mother took it to after your grandmother died, and the owner remembered selling it to an old lady, who mentioned that she lived in Edinburgh. He found her address from his records, and I took the train to go and see her, and it turns out she died three weeks ago. Her family were packing up her house when I arrived. I told them about the clock; none of them wanted it, so they let me have it.” 

Aaron stared at the clock for a moment longer, before he placed it gently on the table and went to kiss Philip. 

“Thank you,” he said in a low voice. 

He had spent most of his childhood sat in front of his grandmother’s fireplace, watching that clock ticking, counting the seconds until he could leave and go to university and never look back. 

Philip smiled at him, and stood up, gathering the dirty plates and taking them through to the kitchen. 

Aaron followed him, wrapping his arms around Philip and kissing his neck. 

“Don’t you want dessert?” Philip asked, laughing. “I made an apple crumble, with chocolate truffles and whipped cream.” 

“Ooh, whipped cream,” Aaron murmured, nibbling Phil’s neck. “I can think of something to do with that.” 

Philip laughed again. 

“Oh, really?” He asked, twisting to face Aaron and kissing him passionately. 

Aaron’s hands were already undoing Philip's shirt and removing it from his body. Aaron’s lips moved to Philip’s nipples, gently tugging and nibbling. 

Philip moaned softly, sliding his fingers through Aaron’s thick hair, pressing him closer. Philip began gently pulling Aaron towards the bedroom; Aaron resisted him, smiling when Philip drew back from their embrace, puzzled. 

“I want to do it here,” Aaron murmured, stroking Philip’s cheek. 

“In the middle of the kitchen floor?” Philip grinned.