The Contract

Chapter 9

Aaron's door closed without him uttering another word, but after a couple of minutes, my phone lit up.

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Aaron: Three rules
Aaron: Don't tell anyone else, don't sleep with anyone else, don't fall in love

Harry: Three rules for what?

Aaron: For us, for this

Harry: What do you mean?

Aaron: I get you off. You get me off, but you have to follow those rules

Harry: I assume they apply to you, too?

Aaron: Of course

Harry: So we're friends with benefits?

Aaron: Yeah

Harry: Just over text?

Aaron: We've already crossed that line, Haz. We might as well cross it again

Harry: So how does this work?

Aaron: You let me know when you need some stress relief, when your mind needs clearing, and I'll do the same
Aaron: It doesn't mean anything. It doesn't say anything about me. It's just medicinal

Harry: Just medicinal

Aaron: One other thing, you're the bottom

Harry: Why am I the bottom?

Aaron: Because you're whiny and loud, and you have a good ass

Harry: Shut up

Aaron: Just you wait

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That completely took me by surprise. Aaron wanted to be friends with benefits? I thought he was 'straight'? I mean, he'd made it clear without saying it that he didn't want to talk about that. He viewed this as medicinal.

I didn't mind, though. It's not like I was trying to seek something more with him. How he identified didn't matter as long as he also wanted this arrangement.

I was just hoping his sex drive was as high as mine. For as much as my stress had somewhat affected my libido, I knew I had very high needs. If he couldn't keep up, this wouldn't be a very fun arrangement.

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Aaron: Do some work on your essay
Aaron: Post nut clarity and all

Harry: Shut up
Harry: I can't be assed

Aaron: Behave

Harry: Kinky

Aaron: And what?

Harry: You're into some pretty hard-core stuff, aren't you?

Aaron: Eh, I wouldn't say it's that extreme
Aaron: BDSM is pretty common

Harry: I've never tried it before

Aaron: Well, finish up that essay, and maybe I'll reward you

Harry: Reward me?

Aaron: Get on with the essay

Harry: Fine

Aaron: Good boy

Harry: 😳

Aaron: What?

Harry: I just found out I have a praise kink

Aaron: Well, write that essay, and I can praise you some more
Aaron: I can tell you what a good boy you are and that I'm going to reward you
Aaron: By making you come over and over and over until you can't get out of bed

Harry: You're making it really hard to focus

Aaron: Be a good boy for me, sweetheart
Aaron: Get to work