Denial – Chapter 2

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DISCLAIMER: I am not connected to Emmerdale and its characters, which belong to ITV

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Note: Thank you for all your lovely reviews of the last chapter, which was intended to be a one-shot. However, as you have kindly given me good feedback, I am continuing, so read on if you wish...

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"What's up mate?" Adam looked at Aaron with a quizzical expression. They had spent a great evening in the Woolpack, celebrating Adam's release from custody and they were now sitting in the back room: just the two of them.

Aaron smiled at his best mate, he was so happy to have him back in the village and they were both a bit stoned, but not completely drunk. There was something that he was bursting to tell Adam, but he was hesitant and in two minds about saying anything, so he remained silent. Adam knew his friend inside out and took the uncertainty in Aaron's demeanour as a sign.

"Look," Adam pressed on, "We're bestie's, aren't we? If there's something on your mind, you can tell me, mate. It won't go any further, I promise you."

Aaron studied Adam's face carefully. He knew that his best friend was the only person that he could confide in and he needed to tell someone about Robert or he would go mad. He did not know how to explain it either, but he decided that, of all people, Adam should be kept in the loop.

"You're not going to believe this," Aaron spoke in hushed tones.

"Believe what?" Adam was intrigued now.

"Promise you won't breathe a word to anyone."

"I told you...I promise. You know you can trust me."

Aaron once more studied Adam's face. Yes, he knew that he could trust him implicitly, "You know Robert Sugden?"

"Andy and Victoria's brother?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"What about him?" Adam knew Aaron well enough to know that getting him to open up was like trying to get blood out of a stone.

"Well...we..." Aaron could not find the words, which left Adam reading between the lines. Adam soon took the hint when he saw the look on Aaron's face.

"You don't mean?" Adam's jaw hit the floor as his friend nodded, "Oh my God! But, he's engaged to that Chrissie White, isn't he?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't prove anything."

"So, he's actually gay?"

"He denies it," Aaron shrugged his shoulders, "Says he's straight."

Adam looked at Aaron steadily, "Now, who does that remind me of, not so long ago."

"You are so funny, Barton! Okay, I admit I was the world's worse at coming out, but I changed after Jackson...and Ed... I accepted who I was and moved on. I think Mr Sugden needs to accept who he is too."

"Wow!" Adam was still gob-smacked, "Robert Sugden, eh? Who'd have thought it?"

"You can't tell anyone," Aaron wore a worried frown.

"Cross my heart," Adam performed a crossing gesture with his hands, "So, what are you going to do now?"

"What can I do?" Aaron continued to frown, "He insists he's straight and also insists he's marrying Chrissie. I took him to a gay bar but he was really uncomfortable. I don't see the relationship going anywhere."

"Relationship?" Adam raised his eyebrows, "It's got that far, has it?"

"Not really, we've had a couple of quick tumbles in the sack, that's all."

"I dunno! I go away for a couple of months and I come back to find that you've started shagging straight guys. Still, it could have been worse."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, if you'd said that you were screwing around with someone from Home Farm: it could have been with Lawrence!"

"Ewww!" Aaron wrinkled his nose, "Don't even go there! I might have started getting it on with straights, but I draw the line at geriatrics! Not like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Remember Ella?" Aaron was referring to Adam's old flirtation with Declan's ex-wife and he could not resist winding up his pal.

"She wasn't a geriatric. Anyway, that was a big mistake."

"Yeah," Aaron sighed, wistfully, "so is Robert."

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"Where are you off to now?" Chrissie asked as Robert headed for the front door of Home Farm.

"Just got an errand to run," Robert replied, without elaborating. He jumped into his car and sped off, leaving Chrissie none the wiser.

Robert pulled up in the main street in Emmerdale village and, leaving his car parked a respectable distance from Dingle's garage, he made the rest of his way on foot. He saw Dan working on a car on the forecourt and addressed him, "Is Aaron in?"

Dan looked up, "He's inside."

"Ta!" Robert continued into the building and spotted Aaron, bending over a car's engine. The sight of his bubble butt caused a stirring in his pants, but he tried to ignore it.

Aaron straightened up when he heard footsteps behind him. He groaned when he saw Robert standing there, "What do you want?" he said, frostily.

"I came to apologise," Robert replied.

"For what?" Aaron acted the innocent.

"For the other day...when we went to that bar. I was upset about that wedding ring: I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"Whatever!" Aaron looked at Robert, stony-faced.

"Can I make it up to you? Chrissie's going into Leeds later with her dad and Lachlan: you could come round to Home Farm for a drink if you want."

Aaron eyed Robert suspiciously, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please Aaron, let me make it up to you. I feel bad that we've parted on bad terms."

"What do you want from me Robert?"

"Nothing...I just want us to be friends: that's all."

Aaron was hesitant, part of him wanted to tear Robert's clothes off, right there in the garage. But another part of him wanted to smash his face in! "I dunno."

"Look, just say you'll come round for a drink. No strings."

Aaron gave in, "Okay, if you like."

Robert smiled, "Good, I'll pick you up around seven."

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Later, at Home Farm, Robert showed Aaron into the drawing room. Aaron had no idea why he had agreed to an evening with Robert, he was still unsure of his motives. Robert was a complete enigma: a straight, engaged guy who seemed uncomfortable in a gay bar, yet who couldn't seem to keep his hands off him!

"Drink?" Robert invited and then began pouring two glasses without waiting for a response.

Aaron suddenly felt uncomfortable, "I shouldn't have come here...I should go."

Aaron quickly moved back into the hallway and headed for the front door. Robert rushed after him and, grabbing hold of his broad shoulders he spun him around and pushed him against the wall. Before Aaron could stop him, Robert locked lips with him. Aaron tried to resist, but Robert was overpowering him and the randiness that he always felt for Robert soon overwhelmed him and he responded, passionately.

Before he knew what was happening, a naked Aaron found himself in bed with an equally naked Robert. Robert could not resist Aaron, the young mechanic attracted him in ways that he did not understand, so he just acted on his instincts. Aaron was as horny as always as Robert squeezed his steel-hard cock, at the same time pinching, chewing and sucking the nipples on Aaron's big pecs, making the younger man squirm. Aaron could feel Robert's excitement as he fondled his partner's throbbing prick in his hand. Robert, his lips still teasing Aaron's right tit, moaned as he felt Aaron wanking him.

Robert took his mouth away from Aaron's chest to speak, "Will you give me one?"

Aaron looked shocked. Previously, whenever they had made out, Robert had been the dominant one, but now, he was asking to be submissive, "Are you serious?" Aaron gasped.

Without a spoken reply, Robert lay down on his back with his legs spread, waiting for Aaron to impale him with his mechanic's tool. Aaron did not need asking twice and he grabbed a nearby tube of lube and began fingering Robert's puckered arsehole with his fingers. When he felt Robert relaxing, he brought the tip of his rampant cock to Robert's waiting hole. Robert gasped as he felt Aaron's hot knob enter him.

"You okay?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah," Robert sighed, "Give it to me man...fuck me!"

Aaron took that as his green light and he started to push harder, delighting in the feel of Robert's tight sphincter sucking him in. Lust took over and he pounded the life out of Robert, grunting and moaning as he took control, pinning Robert to the mattress.

Robert was gasping and panting, relishing the feeling of Aaron's bone-hard rod rubbing against his prostate. His head thrashed from side to side as Aaron had his wicked way with him. Aaron caught Robert's head in his hands to keep it still and planted a hot kiss on his lips. Robert responded with his tongue and soon they were duelling and swapping spit.

Aaron was on fire, his body suddenly became rigid and he shot his pent-up load into Robert, just as his partner fired his own cum onto Aaron's six-pack. Robert felt Aaron's weight fall on top of him as the young mechanic collapsed from exhaustion, breathing heavily after a mind-blowing orgasm.

Moments later, Aaron rolled off of Robert and they lay side by side, lost in their own thoughts for a few minutes. Finally, Aaron spoke, "That was a bit weird...you're the first 'straight' guy I've ever screwed."

Robert chuckled, "Well, they say there's a first time for everything."

Aaron looked at Robert, "Comedian! Are you okay? No regrets?"

"Regrets? No, it's not my first time, you know."

"I didn't think so. You were really into it."

"That's certainly something that Chrissie can't give me."

"Not unless she wears a strap-on!" Aaron giggled.

"Now who's a comedian?" Robert smiled.

They stared at the ceiling for a while, then Robert spoke again, "So, you never did tell me about those scars," he said, pointing at the blemishes on Aaron's stomach.

"You never asked."

"Well, I'm asking now...unless you don't want to talk about it."

Aaron was surprised. Up until that point, their couplings had been about the sex, nothing more than that. Suddenly, Robert seemed to be taking an interest in him as a person.

"It was after Jackson died," Aaron began, hesitantly, "I blamed myself...my head was mashed. I started cutting myself as a form of release. But, I had therapy and stopped doing it."

"Must have been tough."

"It was, but I got over it. Just like I got used to being gay."

"Pity you did that," Robert feathered his fingers over Aaron's scars, "Spoilt your good looks a bit...you've got such a nice, fit body."

"Well, what's done is done."

"You could have cosmetic surgery: that would probably cover them."

"Oh yeah...and where do I find the money to do that?"

"I could pay for it."

Aaron looked dumbfounded, "Why would you want to do that?"

"Well...as payment for...you know!"

"WHAT?" Aaron shot up off the bed, "You want to pay for what we just did? What do you think I am: some kind of whore?"

"Aaron! I didn't mean it like that!" Robert looked genuinely embarrassed.

Aaron hurriedly dressed, "I told you before...you can't buy me! You can take your rotten money and stuff it up your dirty, straight-boy arse!"

"Aaron wait...please!" Robert shouted after Aaron, but the mechanic was already half way down the stairs, heading for the exit.