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over Quinn’s bare chest, gently scratching at the spots that had been nipped earlier, and then, finally, thankfully, over the denim covering Quinn’s aching cock. Aaron cupped the bulge almost thoughtfully, then rubbed up and down a few times, just the right pressure, just the right speed, and Quinn felt like he was a bit too old to be coming in his pants but he really didn’t care about that right then, not if Aaron would just give him another couple… and then Aaron’s hand was gone. “Yeah. I should probably take a little time and think this through,” Aaron said, not even trying to hide the glee in his voice.
    “Aaron, I swear….” Quinn wasn’t sure if he was begging or threatening, but neither approach seemed likely to do him any good. Aaron’s chuckle was low and sexy, the exact last thing that Quinn’s cock needed.
    But at least Aaron wasn’t leaving entirely. Instead, he pressed forward on Quinn’s shoulder. “Stand up, Quinn.” Quinn did as he was told, trying to ignore the painful, erotic shift of his cock as he moved. “Those jeans seem a little tight. This isn’t the seventies, you know.”
    “Aaron….” But there was nothing to say, not really. So Quinn just let himself be led, and the apartment was small enough that there was really only one place left for them to go. Well, assuming that Aaron wasn’t going to take them to the bathroom. But he didn’t, and Quinn soon felt the plush bedroom carpet under his feet.
    “Stand still, Quinn.” There was a rustle of something as Aaron moved around, and then nothing, although Quinn was pretty sure he could still sense Aaron moving. “I’m taking pictures of you, Quinn. I want to be able to remember every detail of this, but I’m sure I won’t be able to. So I’ll focus on remembering everything else, and the pictures will let me remember what you looked like. And I’ll show them to you, and you’ll see how beautiful you are.” He came a little closer, and ran his hand thoughtfully down Quinn’s chest to the button of his fly. “Can I, Quinn? Can I take these off, and take pictures of you then?”
    The first part of the plan sounded perfect, but Quinn wasn’t quite far enough gone to not hesitate over the second. “What are you taking the pictures on? You leave your phone lying around all over the barn, man—I really don’t need Danny seeing that. Or, God forbid, your mom.”
    “I thought we had an agreement, Quinn. We don’t discuss mothers when we’re fooling around.” He kissed Quinn’s temple. “And it’s on a camera. I’d be careful of them, I promise.”
    “Yeah? Careful like when you called Danny earlier?”
    “Danny should have taken better care of my property.” The growl was back in Aaron’s voice. Quinn wasn’t sure how much more his poor dick could take.
    “Okay, yeah. Take my jeans off and you can do what you want with the camera.”
    Aaron rewarded him with a nearly-chaste kiss on the cheek. Then he whispered, “You can look at them afterward, and you can erase them if you want.” Quinn nodded. That sounded fair. And maybe Aaron would let Quinn take some pictures, later. It would be nice to have something concrete to remind himself that this was all real.
    And Aaron’s fingers, deftly undoing Quinn’s button and then his fly, were an absolute blessing. It got even better when Aaron put the camera down somewhere and used both hands to efficiently skim Quinn’s jeans and underwear down. Quinn bit back a moan as his too-hard cock was finally freed, and he didn’t even bother trying to keep quiet when Aaron caught the shaft in his hand and squeezed. It felt a bit like Quinn was in the supermarket, being tested to see if he was ripe, but he didn’t complain. He was more than ripe, and absolutely ready to be….
    Ignored, apparently. Aaron’s hand left Quinn’s cock and moved up to his shoulder. “Okay, step backward. Careful not to trip on your clothes. Good. Now another step, and sit down on the