JR & Aron: Teamwork

Aron’s English. That’s all JR really needed to say about the situation. He’d seen many people speak in English—not that he fully understood it, but he’d heard it. Aron’s was different somehow, full of deep vowels and letters and spellings that JR could barely wrap his head around.

Every other morning they’d separate into groups to work on lyrics or pieces of the music, and every single time JR was paired up with the other rapper. He was glad there was more than one rapper in the group; it became a treat to watch Aron roll his r’s and speak in a partially foreign language. Especially up close and personal with no one to bother them because they were technically ‘working’.

More often than not their sessions ended up on the couch behind them, lips glued together and fingers innocently searching the skin under their shirts. Today was no different, Aron had said some positively filthy things in English (hey, JR understood just enough of it) before JR leaned across his seat and pressed his lips against Aron’s chapped ones.

Now they were snuggled together on the couch, JR’s hands tracing random patterns on Aron’s back and Aron’s fingers skimming JR’s hips as his lips attached to the younger’s neck. Teamwork was good, very, very good. Especially if it offered rewards like this.