Unspoken Desires | English bl | Completed

Chapter 7: The Hotel Encounter

Aiden paced restlessly in his dorm room, his mind a chaotic mess of emotions. Ever since Aarav had kissed him in the library, he couldn't stop thinking about him. The warmth of his lips, the way his voice sent shivers down his spine and the confidence in his gaze---it was overwhelming.

But this was wrong, wasn't it? Aarav was Ayaan's older brother. His best friend's brother. If Ayaan ever found out... Aiden shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away.

A sudden knock at the door startled him. His heart skipped a beat as he hesitated, but eventually, he pulled it open. Aarav stood there, leaning casually against the frame, dressed in a fitted black shirt with the top buttons undone, his expression unreadable.

"Come with me," Aarav said, his voice smooth and commanding.

Aiden frowned. "Where?"

A slow smirk played on Aarav's lips. "You'll see."

Aiden crossed his arms, trying to ignore the way his body reacted to Aarav's presence. "No, I'm not going anywhere with you."

Aarav tilted his head, stepping closer until Aiden could feel his breath against his skin. "Are you afraid of being alone with me?"

Aiden scoffed, forcing himself to stay still despite the tension crackling between them. "I just don't see the point."

Aarav leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against Aiden's ear. "The point is... you want this just as much as I do."

Aiden's breath hitched. He hated how easily Aarav could break his resolve.

Still, he shook his head. "I can't."

Aarav sighed, stepping back but keeping his eyes locked onto Aiden's. "Fine. But I'm not giving up that easily."

Later that night, Aiden sighed, running a hand through his hair as he walked across campus, trying to clear his head. He had been avoiding Aarav all day, but somehow, he knew that wouldn't last. And he was right.

A car pulled up beside him, its sleek black exterior gleaming under the streetlights. The window rolled down, revealing Aarav behind the wheel.

"Get in," Aarav said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Aiden hesitated. "Why do you keep doing this?"

Aarav chuckled. "Because I know you, Aiden. You pretend to fight it, but deep down, you want to come with me."

Aiden bit his lip, his mind screaming at him to walk away. But his body betrayed him. Without another word, he opened the door and slid inside.

Aarav smirked, starting the engine. "Good choice."

As they drove, the city lights passed by in a blur. Aiden finally gathered the courage to ask. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Aarav repeated, his voice laced with amusement.

It wasn't long before they pulled up to an upscale hotel, its entrance illuminated by golden lights. Aiden's stomach twisted in nervous anticipation.

"Aarav..."

"Relax," Aarav said, placing a hand on Aiden's thigh. "Just one night."

Aiden swallowed hard but didn't move as Aarav got out and walked around to open his door. With a sigh, he followed him inside.

Inside the hotel room, the door clicked shut behind them, trapping them in a space that suddenly felt too intimate. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows against the walls. The bed---a king-size one---seemed too inviting.

Aden stood near the door, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Why did you bring me here?"

Aarav stepped closer, his eyes dark with intent. "because I wanted to be alone with you. No interruptions. No distractions."

Aiden licked his lips, torn between running and staying. "This... this is dangerous."

Aarav reached out, his fingers tracing along Aiden's jaw. "Then why haven't you left?"

Aiden had no answer.

Aarav cupped Aiden's face, his thumb brushing over his lower lip. "Tell me to stop," he murmured.

Aiden opened his mouth, but no words came out. His body betrayed him once again as Aarav leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss.

Aiden melted into it, his hands gripping Aarav's shirt as the heat between them intensified. Aarav pressed him against the wall, his hands sliding down Aiden's sides, exploring, teasing.

Aiden gasped as Aarav's lips trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers clenched Aarav's shoulders, trying to hold onto something solid as his knees threatened to give out.

"Aarav..." Aiden whispered, his voice trembling with something he couldn't name.

Aarav pulled back just enough to look at him. "Say it," he demanded, his voice rough. "Say you want this."

Aiden hesitated, his heart warring with his mind. But in that moment, nothing else mattered.

"I..." He swallowed hard, them finally whispered, "I want this."

Aarav groaned, lifting Aiden effortlessly and carrying him to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath them as Aarav hovered over him, his eyes searching Aiden's for any sign of doubt.

But Aiden wasn't stopping him.

Aarav kissed him again, slow and deep, as his hands roamed Aiden's body, mapping every inch of him. His touches were firm yet gentle, igniting a fire that Aiden had never felt before.

Aiden arched into his touch, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as Aarav's lips and hands left no part of him untouched. The tension between them built higher and higher until it felt they would both explode from it.

Yet, beneath the heated passion, there was something else---something raw and unspoken. Neither of them dared to name it, but it was there, lingering in the spaces between their touches, in the way their bodies responded to each other.

As the night wore on, the line between lust and something deeper blurred, leaving them both breathless and lost in something neither of them fully understood.

But as Aiden lay in Aarav's arms afterward, his heart still racing, he knew one thing for sure---whatever this was, it was far from over.