Connection
Aron set the candles carefully in a circle on the floor, taking his time to ensure they were placed correctly, but also putting off the moment when he would have to sit down and touch Kiran. Finally, the candles were placed and there was nothing left to do but face it.
Kiran was already sitting cross legged in the middle of the circle, candlelight flickering over his flawless dark skin and reflecting off of his shimmering black hair. Aron sat facing him, their knees nearly touching. He tried not to look at Kiran, but his gaze kept coming back to Kiran’s incredible beauty, like a moth drawn to a flame.
“Ready?” Kiran asked, lifting his hands before himself, palms forward.
Aron sighed. “Let’s get this over with then.” He lifted his own hands and laid his palms against Kiran’s. As their skin touched, a jolt of something like electricity went through Aron’s body, chased by heat that filled his veins and washed across his skin. He nearly jerked back, but gritted his teeth and curled his lip, forcing himself to keep still. He had expected something like this, a more intense version of the reaction his body always had to Kiran.
Then the connection caught and power rushed in. Like two rivers joining, their magic flowed together. While Aron’s was a gentle stream, Kiran’s was a torrent. Power like Aron had never imagined rushed through him, setting all his nerve endings alight, and he was instantly more turned on than he had ever been in his life. Goddess, he’d known Kiran was talented, but this was astonishing.
If their professor hadn’t assigned them to work together on this project, Aron would have continued to stay as far away as possible from the dangerously beautiful man before him. Kiran was a temptation Aron couldn’t afford. He already had to work harder than ever before to maintain the high grades he’d been accustomed to in high school — he didn’t need a distraction, especially one like commonborn yet oh so powerful Kiran.
Pulling his hands back to break the link, Aron curled his fingers into his palms. “I think that’s enough, don’t you?” The sudden termination of the magical connection was both a relief and a letdown.
Kiran grinned, his teeth bright against his skin. “That was incredible. Do you really want to stop already?”
Aron glared down his nose at him. “We’ve done the assignment. I don’t think there’s any need to fool around beyond that.” He stood, turning quickly away to hide his arousal. He needed to get himself under control and he wasn’t going to be able to do that unless he got away from Kiran. “I need to do the write up.”
“You can use my laptop if you want,” Kiran offered.
Aron snorted. “No thanks. I only use my own devices.” He was proud of the cold arrogance he’d managed to put into his voice, belying the heat still in his veins. Without another word, he left Kiran’s room, closing the door behind him firmly.
If he had his way, Aron would never enter that room again.
This story is a response to Prism & Pen’s writing prompt I Like It Hot!