“I can be, you know. Selfish.” He worked at Aaron’s jeans now, though he wasn’t nearly as patient in staying away from Aaron’s c**k. “You asked last night about me not having a boyfriend for so long. Being selfish is a good part of that reason.”
Aaron bit his bottom lip as Xander’s palm brushed over the wet tip of his c**k. “Not everybody’s perfect.” His sentence ended in a gasp as Xander gave him a light squeeze. He leaned back and kicked his legs forward, working the jeans off and onto the floor. “I can live with you being selfish as long as we have similar goals.”
Did he know what he sounded like when he said stuff like that? Xander wasn’t sure. There wasn’t a deceitful bone in Aaron’s body; there never had been. He said what he felt, and he’d always been a kid who had seemed to feel
