Transaction

Phone Call

-back into Aiden's POV-
"What the hell, Charlie? Did you really break into his house?"

Charlie didn't respond, he just looked down until we got home. Once through the front door, he ran into his room and slammed the door. Ozzy, who shares a room with Charlie, huffed. "If he's going to be hormonal all night, do I have to sleep on the couch with you?"

I ruffled his hair. "No, Oz. He'll let you in. He's only mad at me."

"Why is he mad at you?"

"I'm not spending enough time with him, I think."

"Oh. That makes sense."

The day continued and Charlie stayed in his room. I thought about going up to apologize, but I reasoned that he needed to calm down first. I was afraid he had inherited our father's temper. Last thing I needed was to be triggered by my own little brother.

A little after dinner, my phone rang. I picked it up and answered. "Hey, Devon."

"Are we on speaking terms?"

"I suppose so."

"I would like to see you, Aiden."

"You're not mad at me?"

"Why would I be? You did nothing wrong. I said things I shouldn't have, and I apologize."

"I accept your apology, but I need to stay home tonight. And I think if you came over here, my brother would rip your head off."

Devon laughed loudly and heartily. "Well, are you free? I'd love to talk on the phone for a while."

I looked around, and everyone but Charlie, who was still in his room, was watching TV or asleep. "I'd like that."

I snuck into the master bedroom, a place I never usually go. I sat on the floor, not daring to touch the bed. "Tell me about your visit with Charlie."

"Well, he ate my food and told me some pretty personal stuff. He said I was causing him to have to step up."

I massaged my forehead with my free hand. "That is not entirely untrue."

"What should we do? Charlie clearly can't handle taking on this extra responsibility."

"Honestly? I don't know. I like you, and I need the cash. 20 bucks might not be a lot to you, but that's a meal or two to us. Mom sends us cash when she can and dad pays the rent, but my job is all we have for everything else. I need this."

"Yeah."

We sat in silence for a bit.

"Devon?"

"Yes?"

"How are you so nice? I mean, I've seen the list of things you like, and it does not seem like the same man who worries about his prostitute's siblings."

"You're not a prostitute."

"I know, I said it for dramatic flare."

He chuckled. "It's complex. For example, I don't just want to hit people. I want to hit people if it turns them on. I like giving pleasure in whatever way my sub wants. My pleasure comes from the moans and the whimpers and the small hints from body language that they're enjoying themselves."

"Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense. What kind of body language?"

"Aiden, you're going to turn me on if we keep talking about this."

"Okay, and? What kind of body language?"

He sighed. "Tensing muscles then relaxing them. Shuddering. The instinct to be closer to me, like grabbing for my skin. Closing their eyes. Things like that."

I closed my eyes and leaned my back against the wall, imagining myself doing those things.

"Aiden?"

"Yeah?"

"Did I scare you away?"

"No, not at all. You could... say more if you wanted to."

"Aiden?"

"Yeah?"

"One day I will make you do those things, and you won't even know you're doing them. It'll just happen naturally, and I'll tell you afterwards that you checked every box."

His voice entranced me, and I was insanely turned on. The way he did everything just right made me want to ask him to pick me up and take me back to his house. God, I wanted to kiss him. I want to-

"Aiden?"

"Yes. Sorry, I'm here."

"It's okay. I love saying your name. It fits perfectly in my mouth."

I thought 'you know what else would fit perfectly in your mouth?' But of course I didn't say that. But I wanted to.

"Aiden." He said again, chuckling.

"Yes! Sorry."

"What are you thinking about? You keep going silent."

"Sorry, I just... I don't know."

"Tell me. And don't lie, or I'll know."

"It's just... you're turning me on." I said, suddenly embarrassed.

"Good. I like hearing that. It lets me know what kind of sub you are."

"What do you mean?"

"You have a voice kink, and you love dirty talk. And it's good for me to know ahead of time that you'll probably be less or even nonverbal when you're in subspace."

I was blushing intensely. I looked down and I knew that I was hard. Did he know how he affected me?

"Ai-den?" He sang.

"Yeah?"

"You want to touch yourself, don't you?"