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Aaron & Ross locked in. A03 link

Aaron resisted the urge roll his eyes as he slumped his body back against the car behind him, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly. He wasn’t getting very far, the lack of signal up at butlers restricting him from actually looking at anything useful.

“Let us out!”

Aaron looks up to see Ross furiously pulling at the locked barn doors, a scoff escaped his mouth as he bit down on his lip, deciding against outright laughing in the other mans face.

“Something funny?” Ross asks, hands out in front of him in a offering manner. He looks like a pit bull, ready to pounce.

Aaron looks up from his phone, making sure he’s wearing his best smirk. The smug, sarcastic one he’s almost perfected now. The type you want to wipe off someone’s face, and he’s hoping that’s exactly the effect it will have on Ross.

He furrows his brows as if to look confused at the question, as he replies.

“You already know you’re a joke.”

And with that, he returns his attention back to the lifeless phone, biting back his smirk.

“Are you asking for a kicking?” Ross spits, about to square up to Aaron.

It’s exactly the reaction Aaron wanted. He can see Ross is already wound up, and he knows that his wit is only going to make him worse.

“Off who?” Aaron asks, disinterest written all over his face. He makes sure he doesn’t even bother to look towards Ross, wanting to show he’s past this conversation already.

“By me.” Ross replies, his body tensing again, hands out by his side like he’s offering the fight to Aaron on a plate. He’s got a swagger about him that screams ASBO, Aaron thinks he probably wears the same one day in.

Aaron scoffs again but this time, Actually laughs in Ross’ face, because he can. He knows he’s getting on his last nerve.

“I’d save your breathe, she drove off ages ago.” Aaron decides to put him out of his misery.

He’s stood messing with his fingernails now, picking at the stray bit of skin at the side of his nail.

He knows they’re stuck in here for hours. He knows Charity, they’re family after all. And he knows how little decency she has in regards to other people. She couldn’t care less if they were In here for a hour or a day, as long as she got what she wanted.

“Were miles away from anything, nobody’s gonna hear-”

“Oh so what, just stand here and do nowt?” Ross cuts Aaron off, which makes his head snap up, he’s squaring up to him more now. Walking closer slowly, arms out at his sides still.

“More your style innit?” Aaron throws in another confused look, shrugging his shoulders. He’s sure he’s done it now, can practically see the vein popping out of Ross’ neck. If he wasn’t so occupied with hating him, he’d probably find it a turn on.

“Oh here we go.” Ross’ body seems to relax which surprises Aaron. “We missed one job, deal with it.” Ross turns his back towards Aaron, his shoulders are no longer tense, and he seems to be showing more disinterest than Aaron now.

Guess the funs over then.

He scoffs again, like it’s all he knows how to do around Ross. He pushes himself off the car, Swaggering closer to Ross, arms swaying by his side, shoulders in time with his footsteps.

“When Charity gets back, that’s the end of it. I’m walking away from this and getting as far away from you as I can before you mess this one up aswell.”

He’s practically face to face with Ross now, his chin held high to show he has no fear, but his nostrils are flaring slightly at the irritation the other man brings along with him.

Ross let’s out a laugh. He has the audacity to laugh in Aaron’s face as he takes a few steps closer.

“You really think you’re better than me, don’t ya.” It’s more of a statement than a question from Ross, as he still takes slow steps closer to Aaron.

“I don’t think about you at all.” Aaron’s past winding him up now, it’s only making himself more worked up. “Except to stay well away from ya, cause you’re an absolute liability.”

Aaron emphasises on the last word, although It’s not the whole truth, Aaron has thought about Ross once or twice.

When he first got back from France and was confronted by Ross, he felt an instant distain for the man. He wasn’t lying, he did think he was an absolute liability. But Aaron’s a man, with needs. And he secretly was impressed by Ross when he showed he could hold his own, when he stormed in the pub after him.

It may of ended as a punch up, which Aaron would never back down to. But he still thought about it later on that night in the shower, as the hot water washed away his fury, he began to appreciate the strong jaw covered by an impressive load of facial hair. The piercing brown eyes that always had a flash of anger in them, and the toned, strong arms that put Aaron’s instantly to shame. He found himself inattentively stroking his member at the thought.

“Yeah well, Adams not in prison cause of me.” Ross spits back almost instantly, seeing a moment to hit Aaron’s weakness. He’s leaned in close, practically speaking into Aaron’s ear, but he knows there’s a smug smile on his face.

This annoys Aaron more than he wants to show on his face, so he lifts up his chin, squaring up closer, their voices have practically turned into a whisper, breathing in each other’s oxygen.

“And Adams not dead, ‘cause of me.” Aaron knows this will hit him hard, so he plasters on another smug smirk for good measure.

It works a treat, as he watches Ross clench his jaw tight, as he swallows hard

Aaron decides to put the final nail in the coffin.

“'Cause lets face it, had it been left up to you, you’d have more blood on your hands than just Donna’s.” Aaron speaks the words slowly, the smile growing with each one.

He knows he’s gone too far, but he finally gets a reaction.

He sees the flash of anger across Ross’ eyes in the split second before he feels the knuckles connect with his cheek. He’s thrown slightly, stumbling back as his hand comes up to caresses the red mark now left there.

He knows it’s one of Ross’ weaker punches, but it still hurt like shit.

He stands up straight, charging towards Ross and pushing him up against the shutters behind them. He has the opportunity to throw a punch right in his stomach, but he can’t seem to make himself take it.

Ross senses the hesitation and flips them around, Aaron being the one now pinned up against the wall.

He curses himself for being distracted. Can feel the slightest bit of blood trickling down his nose from the earlier punch.

He realises there’s not much he can do but to be verbal, so he uses his words.

“Stop begging me to kiss ya.” Aaron laughs bitterly as Ross’ forearm tightens against his chest.

Their eyes are connected, as Ross clenches his jaw more, practically grinding his teeth together.

Aaron’s tongue darts out his mouth quickly, licking away the wet blood that had now dripped onto his lips.

Ross eyes flicker down, noticing the action as he bites his lip slightly, like he’s contemplating something. Aaron’s not sure what, but he’s expecting another punch.

Within seconds, Ross’ lips are pushed up against Aaron’s forcefully. Its quick and over as soon as it started, as if Ross was testing the waters. But as soon as they part, Aaron is left with a tingling sensation from the nerves in his lips.

He starts to feel hot, hoping his cheeks aren’t flushing as he looks into Ross eyes, his pupils dilating slightly.

Aaron opens his mouth, about to protest, or at least ask what the hell is going on. But before he can get the words out, Ross’ lips are on his again.

It’s longer this time, as Ross pushes his body up against Aaron’s, letting his arms fall from where they had him pinned up, and letting them caress the back of his neck, pulling him in closers. The metallic taste of Aaron’s blood on both their lips as the kiss grows deeper. None of them caring

Aaron returns the kiss, not quite sure what to do with his hands, uncertain how far Ross is willing to take this, he simply wraps both of them around the large biceps covered by his jacket.

After a few moments, Ross’ hands fall, but he doesn’t break the kiss. Instead they trace lower down Aaron’s back, slowly caressing every curve. Aaron’s feels Ross’ tongue tracing his bottom lip, asking for permission, which Aaron allows instantly.

With that one swift motion, their tongues working in sync together, Fighting for control. It was as if it had just got a lot more real for Ross, as he takes Aaron’s bottom lip between his teeth and bites softly.

It drives Aaron wild, as each kiss grows harder and more intense, each touch causing more adrenaline to spiral through them.


Aaron decides to take control, each kiss making him more deeply entranced.

He pushes back, Ross stumbling slightly at the movment, grabbing Aaron’s neck for support which only causes the kiss to deepen.

Aaron walks him back slightly, before he feels his body hit the side of the car.

He pushes Ross up against it. He wonders if he can feel his erection growing against his leg, as he pulls him in by the waist.

They both come up for air, breathless and red lipped.

It’s not romantic, just soul consumingly passionate.

With a stern look and a smile nowhere on his face, Ross simply nods towards Aaron, who knows exactly what it means.

He leans over and opens the back door to the car, as his lips re connect with Ross’, nudging him slightly til he falls onto the back seat of the rang rover.

Set in a canon-divergence in the first half of 2016; Ross and Moses stayed in the house Debbie abandoned and somehow Ross and Aaron began casually hooking up.

A soft spring darkness drifted through the open window. Gentle slumbering breaths rose and fell. The scream of an infant pierced the night.

Ross: It was an accident.

Aaron: Mate, your hand's still on my ass.