by K. Sterling
“I didn’t see anything in Clark. He was there and I knew it would never get complicated. I didn’t have time for feelings or obligations. We understood that we both had more important things in our lives and it was just sex, whenever it was convenient.” Lane pressed his arm against the glass and set his chin on it as he stared out. Aiden got up silently and crossed the room. Lane sighed as he rested his forehead against the glass. “I’ve been tired of it for a long time. But I didn’t have any other prospects and I don’t have time for the dating scene.” He mumbled.
Aiden stopped behind Lane and slid his hands up his back. He felt Lane tense for a moment before he sighed and relaxed. Aiden sent his hands around Lane’s waist and pushed them up his stomach. He felt the hard ridges of Lane’s stomach and firm, flat pecs beneath his t-shirt. Aiden angled his head as he leaned against Lane and bit his neck, dragging his teeth along Lane’s skin. Aiden knew Lane liked that and wasn’t surprised by the soft moan that slipped from Lane’s throat. It made Aiden feel hot and urgent, he pressed his body against Lane’s and ground his hips. Aiden felt Lane exhale, it was long and ragged and became fog on the glass in front of Lane’s face.
“What was that?” Aiden breathed into Lane’s ear.
Lane shook his head weakly and Aiden’s lips curved as his hands drifted down Lane’s body. He gently pressed them against Lane’s thighs and let them slide up. Aiden rubbed his lips against Lane’s ear and hummed softly as his hand brushed over Lane’s very large, very hard erection. Aiden could feel the heat of it through Lane’s jeans. His own cock pulsed urgently and Aiden rocked his hips, pressing it into the cleft of Lane’s ass. Lane hissed and arched against Aiden.
“This?” Aiden murmured as he ground against Lane again. Lane nodded drunkenly.
“It’s been a really long time.” Lane whispered hoarsely against the glass. That surprised Aiden. He leaned back and slid his hands over Lane’s ass.
“Cabbot didn’t…?” Aiden squeezed and his cock throbbed painfully at the feel of firm, round flesh filling his hands. Lane shook his head.
“Clark wouldn’t. He preferred fucking his wife.” Lane rasped. Aiden sucked his teeth as he traced the cleft of Lane’s ass through the thick fabric.
“I don’t know what he’s made of because your ass is killing me. You can’t imagine all the things I want to do to it.” Aiden grabbed Lane’s hips and started to rock against him, letting his erection grind between the hard globes of Lane’s ass.
“He never wanted to touch me there.” Lane breathed and Aiden shook his head in disbelief.
“I’m good, Lane. I can make you come so hard and in so many different ways… And when you let me, I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep, I’m going to need a flashlight to find my way out.” Aiden whispered as he slid his hands under Lane’s shirt. Lane’s skin was hot and flickered under Aiden’s fingertips.
“Aiden… I…” Lane shuddered and his hand reached down and closed around Aiden’s ass, pulling him closer. Aiden licked Lane’s ear.
“Ssshhh…” Aiden traced Lane’s ear with the tip of his tongue. “I’m hungry, Lane. You won’t compare me to a toddler again when I’m done with you.” He promised as he pushed Lane’s shirt up and Lane raised his arms, letting Aiden pull it off.
“Isn’t it a bit late for Mr. Morning After?” Lane mumbled as he pressed his hands against the glass. Aiden bit Lane’s shoulder and hummed against his skin as he unbuttoned Lane’s jeans.
“You’re about meet Mr. Makes-Him-Scream-So-Loud-The-Angels-Hear-Him.” Aiden warned as he tugged Lane’s jeans down, over his hips. Lane groaned when Aiden’s hands slid beneath the elastic of his boxers and over his ass as they pushed them down.
“You’re very confident.” Lane whispered shakily. Aiden laughed softly as he let his tongue slide up the back of Lane’s neck.
“If you did some research, you’ll know that people like me can become intensely, obsessively interested in very specific things.” Aiden said as he brushed his lips down Lane’s spine.
“Right?” Lane panted. Aiden smiled wolfishly as he dropped to his knees and ran his hands down Lane’s legs, pulling his jeans and boxers off.
“This is one of my things.” Aiden whispered before he nipped at one of Lane’s ass cheeks causing him to jump. “And I’m not capable of exaggerating.” He slid his hands up the insides of Lane’s thighs as his tongue traced the cleft of Lane’s ass.
“Oh, Jesus.” Lane gasped and his body started to shake.
Aiden was done talking. He pulled Lane’s hips back before he wrapped his hands around Lane’s ass and opened him. Aiden lapped at Lane with broad strokes and groaned in delight. Aiden could always taste sex. It was one of the few times when all of his senses synced and hummed. Lane tasted like soap and something soft citrusy bright and a hint of salty skin. He heard Lane whimper and Aiden pressed deeper, his tongue washing over the hot, puckered flesh of Lane’s hole. Aiden traced it gently, swirling his tongue around, teasing Lane. Aiden heard a strangled moan and increased the pressure as he continued to circle Lane’s quivering entrance. Lane gasped Aiden’s name and he chuckled as he flicked his tongue. Lane shrieked. Aiden made his tongue firm and beat the tip against Lane’s tight hole. Aiden’s fingers slid and splayed around Lane’s entrance and pulled gently as Aiden thrust his tongue, drilling into Lane’s tightness. Lane began to sob as Aiden greedily probed and sucked, lost in the taste and heat of Lane.
“Aiden! Holy Fuck!” Lane screamed against the window and Aiden’s head snapped up.
He’d completely lost track of time, and the world in general. Lane’s body was quivering and covered in a sheen of sweat. Aiden blinked several times then grinned. He grabbed Lane by the hips and spun him so that his back fell against the glass and Lane gasped as he looked down at Aiden. Aiden licked his lips as his eyes devoured Lane’s glistening, naked body. He was hard and sculpted and trembling with need. Aiden’s eyes widened when they reached Lane’s straining erection. A long string of pre-cum hung from the thick length and Aiden’s gaze fell to a clear puddle on the floor.
“I’ve never seen anyone leak like that.” Aiden whispered in awe as he reached for Lane’s cock. Lane exhaled hard and his head fall back against the glass as Aiden’s hands closed around him.
“You just tongue-fucked my ass. It was incredible. What did you expect?” Lane asked weakly as his hands slid into his hair. ‘Oh, fuck!” He yelled as Aiden pulled one of his balls into his mouth and began to suck.
Lane’s sack was soft, warm and hairless and Aiden took his time lapping and sucking at the tender flesh. Lane writhed against the window and panted Aiden’s name. Aiden released it and set his tongue to the base of Lane’s cock and slid it all the way to the tip. Aiden gasped when the taste of Lane’s pre-cum coated his tongue. It was sweet crisp soft green like apples and Aiden couldn’t stand how tight his jeans felt. His erection was being squeezed and pinched. Aiden rose on his knees and quickly opened his jeans and freed his aching length as he lapped at the head of Lane’s cock.
“So good.” Aiden murmured against the tight, tender skin before he teased the slit with the tip of his tongue.
More of Lane’s clear essence dribbled out and Aiden wrapped his lips around the tip and suckled hungrily. Lane hissed as his hand slid into Aiden’s hair. Aiden wrapped his lips around Lane’s erection and lowered his head, slowly taking Lane deeper into his mouth. He let the head nudge the back of his throat and Lane breathed his name. Aiden relaxed his jaw and began to suck as he raised his head. There was more of the green apple taste and Aiden let go of everything around him and sucked ravenously as his head rose and fell, his lips caressing Lane’s pulsing length firmly. After a few minutes, Aiden was taking Lane’s full length, deep in his throat and Lane swore loudly when Aiden started to hum around him. Aiden couldn’t take it anymore, his cock felt like it was made of lead and his balls were an angry red ache. He grabbed his shaft and started to stroke as he continued to greed
ily swallow Lane’s erection. Aiden heard Lane gasp and he looked up to find Lane watching him.
“That’s so fucking hot!” He whimpered as he clutched at Aiden’s head. “I can’t… I’m going to come, Aiden.” Lane panted desperately.
Aiden wrapped his arm around Lane’s waist, locking him against his face as he sucked harder and stroked his own erection faster. Aiden could feel the warm golden squeeze in his sack and he knew his own release was coming. Lane arched against the glass and clawed at Aiden’s arm. Aiden felt Lane’s cock swell and contract before it started to pulse against his tongue. Lane screamed Aiden’s name as a thick, hot burst of come filled Aiden’s throat and washed over his tongue. Aiden’s eyes rolled back into his head as the taste of Lane spread through his body. He was sweet with the faintest hint of bleach. Aiden moaned around Lane as he felt hard lightening push it’s way up his cock and his nerves exploded. Come shot from the head of Aiden’s erection as his body became hot oranges and yellows and pleasure radiated through his body.
“Aiden, let go. Please.” Lane begged raggedly as he twitched and twisted against the window.
Aiden released him, slowly pulling his lips from around Lane’s softening length as he sat back on his heels, shuddering as the last of his climax rolled though him. There was a long sigh before Lane’s body slid down the glass and he landed on the floor, limp and stunned in front of Aiden. He shut his eyes and rested his head against the window. Lane was silent for several moments before he smiled.
“I’m sitting in a cold puddle and a hot puddle.” He murmured. Aiden frowned as he looked down. The polished concrete floor didn’t look comfortable to begin with. Aiden was sure his knees would be sore later.
“Hold on.” He jumped to his feet and carefully settled his cock in his pants and zipped as he went to the kitchen and dampened some paper towels. Aiden went back to the living room and pulled Lane to his feet. He ignored Lane’s protests and gently cleaned his ass and thighs before he led him back to the sofa. Aiden made Lane another old fashioned before he wiped the floor clean. By the time Aiden fell onto the sofa next to Lane, they were breathing normally and Lane was smiling drowsily. He held up the glass, letting the setting sun shine though it.
“You do not exaggerate.” Lane announced before he took a long sip and sighed. “We’re taking a shower after I finish this.”
Chapter 6
He does sleep like a rock, Lane thought as he gently traced the wings that spread across Aiden’s back. There were no feathers. Instead, the artist had drawn the muscles, bones and tendons as if the skin had been peeled away. Lane’s cock started to get warm and twitch as it hardened. He sighed as he rolled onto his back and flung his arm over his eyes.
Lane wasn’t sure how he ended up naked and pressed against the window in his living room but he was certain it would be one of the greatest moments of his life. Aiden had him reduced to a mindless, shaking heap of need before he even touched Lane’s cock. Aiden did things with his tongue and mouth that were supernatural. Lane shivered as he remembered how Aiden’s tongue felt as it drilled into his ass. Christ, there were moments when Lane thought he could feel Aiden licking the back of his teeth. Lane frowned as he looked over at Aiden. They hadn’t actually kissed.
The shower had been all about Lane’s hands and mouth. But no kissing. Lane pinned Aiden to the wall and covered Aiden's body with his hands and shower gel. He asked Aiden about every tattoo. Lane learned that the Hebrew proverb on Aiden’s forearms had something to do with wisdom being a house and knowledge the riches that fill it’s chambers. Aiden wasn’t Jewish. He was an atheist but was fascinated by religions. Lane also learned that Aiden was slowly covering his body in tattoos because it was one of the few times he felt mentally and emotionally connected to it. Aiden said that it was the same with sex. Lane thought it was a little heartbreaking that Aiden had to use pain or sex to feel attached to his own body.
By the time Lane finished exploring Aiden’s body, Aiden’s body was hard and desperate. The sight of Aiden’s cock, long and thick as he jerked himself off had pushed Lane over the edge in the living room. Feeling it hard and wet, sliding between their bodies in the shower was too tempting for Lane. He kneeled between Aiden’s legs and licked and sucked until Aiden shattered and spilled in Lane’s mouth. God, Aiden tasted good. Like salty pineapple. Let him sleep, Lane ordered as his cock started to become more insistent.
After they dried off, Lane pushed Aiden into his bed. Aiden became very still as he stared up at the ceiling. It took Lane a while to realize that Aiden didn’t know what he was supposed to do.
“Do you need to run?” Lane asked gently. He felt Aiden shake his head and roll toward him.
“No. I’m good. No restlessness.” He murmured. Lane laughed softly as he reached for Aiden.
“Good. Go to sleep.” He said as he settled Aiden’s head on his chest and wrapped his arm around him. Aiden’s body felt tense against Lane’s.
“I’ve never slept with anyone, Lane.” He whispered shakily. Lane nodded.
“I haven’t in along time. Do you want to go back to your room? You don’t have to stay, if you’re uncomfortable.” He said softly. For some reason, Lane held his breath.
“No. I’ll stay.” Aiden said. Lane was surprised when he sighed in relief and began to sift his hand through Aiden’s hair. He felt Aiden relax and his body slowly melted against Lane’s.
Lane drifted in and out of sleep and Aiden’s body slowly untangled and separated from his as the hours fell away until Aiden was on the other side of the bed with his back to Lane. Against his better judgement, Lane scooted close behind Aiden and wrapped his body around him. Lane pressed a gentle kiss to Aiden’s neck and grinned like an idiot when Aiden grabbed his arm and pulled it tight around him as he sighed Lane’s name in his sleep.
Lane worried that he didn’t know what he was getting into with Aiden. There was a whisper in the back of Lane's brain that said this wasn’t the sort of thing that could happen for just a week or the sort of thing that could just idle comfortably like his arrangement with Cabbot or Aiden’s with Sloan. Fuck, I hate that guy, Lane decided irrationally. Lane warned himself that he needed to be careful and think it through before things went too far. But he knew it was too late. It was inevitable. There was no way he’d stop Aiden the next time he slipped into one of his sex personas. Lane learned just how incapable he was of resisting in the living room. He didn’t stand a chance. All Aiden had to do was whisper in Lane’s ear and his clothes just fell off. Boom. Naked and begging until his throat was raw. If it hadn’t been for the jarring cold of the glass at his back, Lane might have fainted.
It was Aiden’s eyes that made Lane pause. Everything was in Aiden’s eyes. The way they were huge and vulnerable before he asked for a grilled cheese sandwich or when Lane forced him to eat chicken with a godforsaken sauce on it. He looked like a Disney character. They would go blank and long when someone used a piece of slang Aiden didn’t know or when Lane compared him to a toddler, like a robot that received the wrong input. Or, they’d smolder and get heavy when he was about to wipe every thought from Lane’s brain and make his cock hurt.
Aiden was a level of complicated that Lane had never encountered. Hell, he spent most of his life avoiding complicated. Lane’s career was based on the messes people made by making their lives unnecessarily complicated by losing their minds in the heat of the moment or doing stupid shit. As Lane sat on his sofa, naked and wrung out from the hardest orgasm he’d had in years, drinking sex in a glass, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to just go back to his life as if Aiden had never happened once he left. It was going to get complicated and it was probably going to hurt like hell. But, as if to prove how weak he was, Lane followed his cock and Aiden into the shower and then pushed Aiden into his bed.
Fuck it. Lane decided and rolled Aiden onto his stomach as he rose over him. Lane braced his hands outside of Aiden’s chest and licked his shoulder blade. Aiden moaned sof
tly as Lane traced his spine with his tongue on his way down Aiden’s body. Lane used his knees to part Aiden’s thighs then lowered himself between them. He slid Aiden’s knee higher as he rubbed his lips all over his tight, round ass. Lane missed this. Clark wasn’t into anal play beyond what was required before Lane could fuck him. Lane didn’t bother to stifle a moan as his tongue slid into the cleft of Aiden’s ass. He heard a soft, low chuckle.
“This is much better than an alarm clock.” Aiden murmured as he slid his other knee up, opening himself more for Lane.
“God, you taste good, Aiden.” Lane groaned as he lapped at Aiden’s tender, puckered flesh.
Lane licked, probed, sucked and nibbled until Aiden begged for him to stop. Lane sat back on his heels, panting and throbbing with need. Aiden flipped onto his back and his eyes flashed with hunger and impatience as he rose onto his elbows.
“Do you have any condoms?” His chest rose and fell rapidly as his eyes poured into Lane’s. Lane pulled his lips tight and shook his head.
“No. We never did it here.” His voice was gravelly and heavy with desire. Aiden smiled and it caught Lane off guard. Why wasn’t he disappointed?
“Good.” Aiden said as sat up and got on his knees. “I don’t want him anywhere near us when I fuck you, Lane.” He whispered as he scooted closer. Lane rose on his knees as Aiden’s hand slid around his waist. Aiden angled his head as it lowered and Lane thought he was going to kiss him until his head tilted forward and his lips brushed Lane’s ear. “We’ll get some later.” The words were hot and wet against Lane’s skin and he shivered as he nodded.
Aiden’s hand skimmed Lane’s chest and stomach until it wrapped around Lane’s cock and he started to stroke. Lane let his head fall back and he moaned as he thrust against Aiden’s hand. Even this felt incredible. Aiden changed his grip and Lane felt something hard and hot against his erection. He looked down and Aiden had both of their cocks in his hand and was stroking them together. Lane was mesmerized. He’d seen this in porn and never really got it. Now, he did. He got lost in the way the muscles in Aiden’s arm stretched and twisted and the bunching and flexing of his abs. The feel of their erections squeezed tight and sliding together as pre-cum drooled from the heads in anticipation, making Aiden’s hand slicker and hotter was mind numbing. Lane didn’t know how long he could last but he didn’t want to miss a minute of it. He rested his forehead on Aiden’s shoulder as he stared in awe. The tattoos on Aiden’s arms, chest and stomach, the long, strong fingers wrapped tight around their cocks, the way their pre-cum mixed and glistened in the weak light from the window, the hot huff of Aiden’s breath against Lane’s neck, the feel of Aiden’s chest pressing and retreating against Lane’s as they panted… It was too good. It was too much.