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Aaron was brushing his teeth when the doorbell rang. A stab of anxiety went through him. He stood quietly, listening, head still bent over the sink. A stray drop of toothpaste plinked against the ceramic. There was no follow-up ring.
He rinsed out his mouth and patted his face with a hand towel, taking his time, telling himself that he was just annoyed, not frightened. He wasn’t going to let something so silly get to him like that.
As he'd expected, there was a package waiting for him outside. Not nearly as big and threatening as the last one. He knew who had sent it, of course—he hadn’t exactly been giving his friends any reason to send him gifts lately. The padded envelope on his doorstep could be from only one person.
Aaron took it inside and quickly locked the door behind him. One shake of the package told him that it was another DVD.
He sighed, sat down on his couch, and tore the envelope open.
The disc inside was blank.
Aaron frowned.
Nothing for it but to dive right in, he thought.
For a second the screen was all darkness. Aaron leaned forward, squinting, not understanding what he was supposed to be looking at. Then, slowly, achingly slowly, the camera panned down to a bed. His bed. With his body in it.
The camera lingered on his body for a minute, panning up and down the whole gangly length of it, seeming to caress him with its gaze. Aaron felt sick. When Josef finally stepped out from behind the lens and into view, he had to pause it, stand up, and pace to the other side of the room.
“Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Holy shit.”
He glanced back at the screen. Josef was a blur of motion, hadn’t quite had time to center himself in the frame before Aaron paused it. But he could tell that he was smiling. A big smile, with all his teeth.
“Fuck,” Aaron muttered again.
He wanted to eject the disc and smash it to pieces, but he couldn’t, could he? He had to see what Josef had done to him.
He sat down again and hit play.
“Hey there, buddy. So, I know that you must have a million questions about what’s going on here. You’re probably looking at this and going, ‘Hey, that’s me! That guy’s in my house! What’s up with that?’ and, you know, I totally get it. I’d be pretty confused if I was in your place. Um, so, I guess I should start at the beginning.
“You may not have noticed this at the time since you haven’t been sleeping too well lately anyway—probably my fault, sorry!—but if you think back on it, you’ll probably notice that there was a day earlier in the week when you were, like, way more groggy than usual. Probably slept through your alarm, probably missed that appointment you had in the morning.”
Aaron felt the blood drain from his face.
“Ahh, now you’re remembering, aren’t you? Well, you overslept because I slipped something into your milk the night before. You did the same to me so, you know, you can’t really blame me for that part. You made this adorable face when you tasted it, kinda scrunchy-nosed like a rabbit, but then you drank it down anyway. I guess you just thought it was spoiled—it actually was, by the way, I checked. Expired a week ago. You’re gonna want to throw that out.”
Josef licked his lips and adjusted the camera, both arms outstretched like he was placing them on Aaron’s shoulders, and leaned forward.
“Aaron, what I’m about to do to you may seem unusual or maybe even cruel, but I want you to understand that I’m acting out of love, okay? Everything I’ve done to you I’ve done out of love. It’s important to me that you don’t forget that.”
He let out a long breath, like saying that was a weight off his shoulders, and gave the camera—gave Aaron—another smile.
“All right. Let’s get started, then.”
Aaron paused it again. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.
He had a pretty good idea of where this was going. He could take the disc out right now and hand it over to police, let them deal with it, keep this memory locked away where it couldn’t hurt him.
And yet...and yet...
He had to know.
He hit play.
Josef quickly stripped off his clothes and laid them in a neat little pile at the end of Aaron’s bed. Then he climbed under the sheets and lay, naked, next to Aaron, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his face into his chest. He let out a content little sigh.
“It’s great, isn’t it, Aaron? Having someone to lie next to while you sleep. Another warm body to huddle with against the cold. It comes from this deep-seated animal urge that we all have, one that even the lone wolves among us can’t shake.”
There was movement under the blanket. Josef tugged Aaron’s shirt up and over his head in one smooth, practiced motion.
“I’ve longed for it. And I know that you have, too.”
He kissed Aaron’s neck lightly, lovingly, then trailed his mouth down to nibble at his collarbone. When he rolled on top of Aaron for better access to his chest, the blanket fell away. Aaron felt his cheeks grow hot. Josef was already hard. His erection pressed against his body as he traveled ever downwards, dotting kisses along the length of Aaron’s torso down to the waistband of his boxers.
He paused there, nose brushing against the little tufts of hair that peeked up over the edge of the fabric. Aaron heard him inhale deeply. He mouthed at Aaron’s limp cock through his boxers until it started to show some interest and then, with a gentleness that bordered on reverence, peeled off that final thing separating them.
Josef began sucking him off. Aaron dug his nails into his thighs. In the video, his cock responded with dumb, animal compliance to Josef’s mouth, eagerly coming alive for him. And in the present...well...
Josef moaned, a strangled, guttural sound muffled by the thing in his throat, and Aaron felt a jolt that went right to his dick.
Aaron’s hands sprang away from his body like they’d been electrocuted. He forced himself to grip the fraying edges of his couch.
He wasn’t so lonely that he was about to jerk off to a video of his stalker raping him. No way in hell.
Josef’s mouth came away with a wet pop that definitely didn’t make Aaron buck up against the fabric of his jeans. From the pocket of his discarded pants he retrieved a little bottle and smeared its contents over his index and middle finger. As he worked his fingers into his hole he continued seeing to Aaron’s cock, licking and kissing it, enough to keep him hard but not enough to make him come, not yet.
He retrieved a condom from the same place the bottle had come from. He rolled it on over Aaron’s cock and glanced at the camera, letting out a breathy little laugh.
“Safety first.”
Slowly, tortuously, he eased himself onto Aaron’s cock. When he bottomed out he lolled his head back and groaned.
“Oh, my god.” He lifted himself up and brought his hips back down, faster this time. “Ohmygod.”
Aaron unzipped his pants, still taking care not to touch himself, just to get some fucking relief, just to make the room stop feeling so fucking small.
Josef picked up the pace, hips snapping up and down faster than Aaron would have thought he was capable of. In the video Aaron’s mouth gaped obscenely.
“You’re so beautiful, I—I can’t even touch myself or I’m gonna—” He let his palm ghost down the length of his dick and let out a sharp whine. “Aaron...”
Fuck it.
Aaron shoved his hand into his pants and started jerking off, strokes rough and desperate, barely aware of the zipper teeth digging into the base of his cock. Josef also started pumping his dick in earnest. In another frame of mind Aaron would have found the noises pouring out of his mouth embarrassing, but now—Josef was making those noises because of him. Because he found Aaron so hot. No one had ever looked at him like that before, like he was the person they really wanted, not just a quick fuck to pass the time while they waited for someone better to come along.
For the first time, Aaron felt like someone actually saw him.
He came into his fist and slumped back on the couch, staring blearily at the cum coating his fingers. He dimly registered his unconscious body spasming pathetically in orgasm, Josef coming soon after, white spewing all over his chest. When he was able to focus again he saw that Josef had tied off the condom full of Aaron’s semen and was shoving it in his pants pocket, and all he could do was laugh.
Josef got dressed and disappeared from frame briefly. When he came back he had a damp washcloth, which he used to lovingly wipe his cum off of Aaron’s chest.
“There we go,” he whispered, just loud enough for the camera to pick up. “All better.”
He leaned over and kissed Aaron on the mouth. It was a soft kiss, almost chaste. Aaron sighed and shifted, turning onto his side and burrowing deeper into his pillow. In the present, Aaron’s body couldn’t help but mirror what it saw in its past self. He felt a fluttering in his chest that made him want to throw up.
Josef slipped on Aaron's boxers and shirt and moved his limbs back into a comfortable position. Then he simply sat beside him on the bed for a few minutes, stroking his hair. Aaron felt a phantom touch graze his scalp and shivered.
Eventually, Josef let out a reluctant sigh and stood up. For a moment he looked deep in thought, staring down at Aaron with an intensity that made his guts go watery, but when he turned to the camera, he had on his usual cheerful smile.
“Anyway, so, that was just some food for thought for you. I think we have something good going here, but—well, I don’t want to put words in your mouth. Just mull it over for a bit, okay?” Josef leaned in toward the camera, and Aaron again had that curious feeling that he was putting his hands on his shoulders. “I’ll see you soon. Love you.”
The screen went black.
Love you.
Aaron needed a shower.