by Megan Slayer
“I am.” Aiden fell into step beside Matt. “You’re a unique man—my unique man.” He climbed into the passenger seat. When Matt joined him in the car, he held Matt’s hand.
Matt’s heart swelled. He hadn’t figured they’d get beyond the argument this fast. Aiden had shown Matt a side of himself he hadn’t thought still existed. Matt did have low self-esteem, and this had been his moment of weakness. He’d have to sort himself out if he wanted to stay good enough for Aiden.
“Are we leaving, or are you going to stay in your head?” Aiden asked.
“Sorry.” Matt shifted into gear. “I’m not used to being with a guy who gives me a hard time only to help me be a better man.” He drove out of the lot and headed to the center of town on the way to his house.
“You’re already better.” Aiden leaned over and kissed Matt on the cheek when Matt stopped at the first traffic light. “You don’t need me.”
“Want to bet?” He kissed Aiden back, wishing he could have a longer taste of him before the light changed. He then hurried the rest of the way to Oakdale Avenue. He couldn’t get home fast enough. Once he turned into his drive, he pressed the button to open the gate. He parked and turned the engine off. Technically, they were home. But he’d forgotten to take Aiden to get his car. Shit. He tugged Aiden across the console and rained kisses over his face. Maybe Aiden would forget about needing his car.
“You didn’t take me to retrieve my car.” Aiden laughed and didn’t let go of Matt. “How am I supposed to go when I have to get back to work?”
“You’re not?” He nibbled on Aiden’s earlobe. The more he tasted Aiden, the more he delighted in his lover and fell head over heels for him. Aiden could laugh at him and keep him in check while still being firm with him and making him feel like they belonged together.
Aiden groaned. “Uh-huh.”
Matt sighed and sucked on Aiden’s tongue, deepening the kiss. He palmed the bulge in Aiden’s jeans too. Holy shit, the tingles in his body overwhelmed him. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted to crawl across the console and tug Aiden onto his lap. He wished his shoulder wasn’t still messed up, or he’d probably have Aiden naked in the back seat already.
Aiden pulled away and panted. “Whoa. We should go inside.” He sagged against the seat. “We will definitely have sex. Just not here in the car. It’s not good for your back and I’d rather be on the bed anyway.”
“Nice.” He scrambled out of the car and hurried after Aiden to the house. He crushed Aiden against the door and mashed his mouth on his lover’s neck as he stuffed the key into the lock. He groaned. Heat and immediacy filled his brain. Once he got the door open, he and Aiden tumbled into the house. He managed to stay on his feet.
“Good thing we didn’t collide with the floor.” Aiden clutched his belly and laughed.
“I’ve got a doctor. We’d be fine.” He wound his arms around Aiden. “I want to strip you down right here and kiss every inch of you. But I stink like the shop.”
“I smell like disinfectant.” Aiden shrugged. “Shower, then we hit the bedroom?”
“Yes.” He had to slow down, or he’d combust from his need for Aiden.
Aiden bounded up the steps first and stripped along the way. He shrugged out of his shirt and left the garment on the floor. In the hallway, he shoved his jeans to the floor and managed to kick out of the pants and his boxer briefs without falling over. He wriggled his ass.
“Tease.” Matt reached for Aiden but didn’t connect.
“Of course.” Aiden marched into the bedroom like he owned the place and took charge. He didn’t stop until he reached the bathroom. He turned on the water and removed his socks, then placed the towels on the closed toilet seat.
Matt marveled at Aiden’s ability to do what needed to be done without seeming to think about it. Aiden could give him shit, but he cared. He did the little things like starting the shower, putting out towels, holding hands and kissing him when he least expected it. He could see him and Aiden being domestic together on a more permanent basis, and while the thought was heady, he loved it.
Matt removed his shirt and tossed the soiled garment into the hamper. He should join Aiden, but the sight in the tub was more than he could handle.
Aiden tipped his head back and water sluiced over his body. The lighting accentuated the muscles in his slim frame. When he parted his lips, he reminded Matt of a model. Fuck the shit about me being the handsome one. Aiden had him beat in all the right ways. He didn’t need ink or anything else to make him sexy. He was perfect.
“Are you joining me or watching?” Aiden asked. Water slid down his face and his hair stuck fast to his forehead. “I don’t mind showering alone if you want a show, but together is better.”
“Sounds like a cheeseball come-on.” He shoved his briefs and work pants to the floor, then nudged the pile out of the way. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
“Not yet.” Aiden grinned and scooted to the back of the tub. “You will be.”
“Christ. This is why I like you.” He cupped Aiden’s jaw and feathered a kiss over his lips. “You’re a smart-ass and a hot-ass too.”
“I try.” Aiden lathered the washcloth until suds dripped down his arms. “I already washed up since you gawked for too long.”
“I wanted to make you work.” Not really. He’d enjoyed the show. “And I like you this way.”
“Me too. I don’t want to stick my face in anywhere I might regret, so I make sure everything’s squeaky clean.” Aiden scrubbed Matt’s chest, taking extra time around his nipple piercings.
“That’s why I made sure and watched you. I don’t like leaving that stuff to chance.” He groaned as Aiden turned him around. Aiden massaged the cloth over Matt’s back. He worked down his legs and into the crack of Matt’s ass then sank to his knees. “Turn around again.”
Matt faced him and bit back a moan. “You’re so hot down there.”
“I know.” Aiden cleaned Matt’s dick and balls. He stroked Matt, drawing another sigh from Matt’s lips. Aiden met his gaze. “Did your piercings hurt?”
Water prickled Matt’s shoulders. “Kind of. Which ones do you mean?”
“This one.” Aiden stood and trailed his fingertips over the barbell in Matt’s nipple. “I’ve seen a lot of them. You’d be surprised how many people come to the ER because they let a piercing get infected, and never in places I want to look.” He flattened his palm over Matt’s heart. “I had my ear pierced—the right one—for a week. It hurt like hell and I was never sure if it was the right one, so I took it out. I figured, why do something if it doesn’t feel right? You know?”
Matt paused. The moment couldn’t have been more pressing. Aiden didn’t blurt out information like that often. He could see the scar from the hole, faint but visible. “Have you ever told anyone that? About the piercing?”
“Nope. Not even Dad. Keye knew because he caught me playing with it.” Red infused Aiden’s cheeks. “Seems so silly now. But back then it was a huge thing.”
He cherished Aiden’s honesty and desire to disclose the story. “What’d he say?” He embraced Aiden. He didn’t want to leave the shower.
Aiden balled his hand on Matt’s chest. “Do what I needed to. He said that and at least I’d picked something that would close if I changed my mind. He never judged, but he did remind me I was going to be a doctor and most doctors he knew were uptight assholes.”
“Um…nice?” What a guy.
“It was Keye’s way of saying I wasn’t the right type to act out a lot. I’m good at following orders and doing things according to specs. He was right. Now, Dad would’ve killed me. Body modification was a huge no-no.”
“Yeah?” He let go of Aiden long enough to dump shampoo onto his hand. He worked the suds through Aiden’s hair. The man smelled and felt good. “I thought he’d be more permissive.”
“On anyone else, yes. I’m his kid. He wanted me to stay perfect forever.”
“He wanted you to stay respectable. Rinse.” He mov
ed out of the way as Aiden ducked under the water.
“I guess,” Aiden said. Shampoo bubbles and water slid down his back. He shook his head and his hair stuck out at crazy angles around his face.
Matt bit back a laugh. Only Aiden could be sexy, boyish and charming while getting shampoo out of his hair. He dumped product onto his hand and washed the gel out of his own hair. “You wouldn’t like being inked. It’s not you. You either get into it or you don’t. There’s not much halfway about tattooing. If you do, then you’re all-in. If not, there’s nothing wrong with it. I like you as you are—just you.”
“Thanks?” Aiden’s eyebrows furrowed. “I think?”
“I mean it. You’re beautiful the way you are.” He leaned forward and rinsed the suds from his head. Some of the shampoo ended up in his eyes, but he didn’t care. The burn didn’t bother him. “Are you done?”
“I am.”
Matt turned the water off and nudged Aiden onto the mat first. “Dry off and stretch out on the bed.”
“Pushy.” Aiden worked the towel over his body. “I might get the idea you like telling me what to do.”
“A little.” He winked and accepted the damp towel. “I really like watching your ass wiggle when you’re walking around naked.”
“Nice.” Aiden patted his own butt and headed into the bedroom.
“On your hands and knees,” Matt called. He dried off then hung the towel up. Before he left the bathroom, he grabbed condoms and a bottle of lube from the cabinet. He checked his look in the mirror, then snorted. What did it matter what he looked like? Aiden was there and wasn’t leaving because he hadn’t styled his hair or put on cologne. He strolled into the bedroom, stopping only when Aiden whistled. Matt frowned. “You’re not in position.”
“How can I be? When I look at you, I don’t want to look away.” Aiden chuckled. “Even when you don’t spike it, your hair stands on end. What’s worse is that it looks like you meant to do that.”
“I didn’t, but why fight nature?” He dropped the supplies onto the bed and ran his fingers through his tresses. “Now getting it to stand up all in the same direction is the hard part. If I didn’t tame it, once my hair dried it’d look like I stuck my fingers in a light socket.”
“It works for you.” Aiden flopped onto the bed. “My hair just looks like a mess.”
“I like your hair.” He crawled on top of Aiden. His dick rested against Aiden’s and heat rushed through his body again.
“I’ve always wanted a dark color like yours. Mine’s a cross between boring and bland.” Aiden shrugged. “Kind of like me.”
“You’ve never been boring or bland and your hair is sexy.” Why were they arguing about hair color? “Not everyone is meant to be…exciting. Me? I’m never going back to glitter and eyeliner.”
“Why? I bet it works for you.” Aiden grabbed Matt’s ass. “I can see it, and I think it would be hot.”
“Nah. I did my glam phase after high school and it’s not happening again.” He eased off Aiden, stood and rolled his shoulders. Putting his weight on his arm hadn’t been smart. The pain wasn’t bad, but he should’ve thought twice before he crawled onto Aiden.
“Are you okay?” Aiden sat up. “Tweaked something?”
“I pushed myself a little too far. I’ll be okay.” Matt grunted and stretched. Damn. “How about you make me forget I’m hurting and show me your ass?”
Aiden didn’t move right away. Was he toying with Matt? Trying to gauge if Matt really had overdone it? Matt stroked himself.
“I’m fine,” Matt said. “I told you I wasn’t at one hundred percent. I’ll rest while you flop over and show me your ass.” He squeezed his own dick, then toyed with his balls. “Doc?”
“You’re a harsh man.” Aiden rolled onto his belly then rose up on his hands and knees. He wiggled his butt. “Better?” He spread his legs and his erection bobbed between his thighs. When he arched his back, his asshole flexed.
“Damn.” Matt dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. He loved giving oral sex and learning his partner. He opened Aiden’s ass cheeks. “Such a pretty pink asshole.” He dragged his tongue along the puckered skin, then dragged his nose over Aiden’s rump. The scent of his soap and Aiden’s cologne filled his senses. His heart hammered again. The excitement threatened to overwhelm him, but it relaxed him too. Pleasing Aiden was easy but scary-hard. He wanted this moment to be right. No pressure or anything. He wasn’t just in lust with Aiden. Not horny as hell, either. He’d fallen for Aiden.
“Oh wow.” Aiden arched his back and ground his ass into Matt’s face.
“Like that?” Matt grasped Aiden’s hips and flattened his tongue over Aiden’s hole. All the pieces were falling into place. This was the right time, circumstances and a great guy… He could have everything he wanted if he just accepted his feelings for Aiden. No more denying himself. Aiden was more than he’d thought he wanted and everything he needed. He curled his fingers around Aiden’s dick while he speared his tongue into Aiden’s asshole.
“Matt.” Aiden shivered. “You’re dangerous.”
Matt patted the bed for the lube. He wanted to be sure he prepped Aiden right. If something went wrong, he’d hate himself forever. He squirted the clear fluid onto his fingers, then returned his attention to Aiden’s dick. He alternated between strokes and taps on Aiden’s asshole.
Aiden moaned. “Do it.”
He would. In a moment. “Breathe. You’re so tense.”
“I want you in me.” Aiden sighed and arched his back again. He relaxed a little, but not much. When he exhaled, he backed into Matt.
“Better.” He eased his middle finger into Aiden’s hole, one, then two knuckles deep. God, Aiden was so tight. Matt stroked him from within and snugged his grasp on Aiden’s cock. He wanted Aiden to come apart.
“Matt.” Aiden jerked. He backed onto Matt’s digit. “Fucking hell.”
Nice. He pressed his thumb on the head of Aiden’s erection. When Aiden grunted, Matt added another finger to his ass. Time to blow Aiden’s mind. He tilted his head and sucked on Aiden’s balls while moving his fingers and stroking Aiden.
Aiden made a sound that could’ve been a grunt or actual words—but if he’d said something, Matt wasn’t sure what it was. He tensed, then rode Matt’s fingers. “Oh my fuck.” Aiden curled forward and shuddered. “I’m…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he moaned. Cum spurted onto the bed and he shivered.
Matt hummed on Aiden’s sac. He moved his digits in and out of Aiden’s ass until the aftershocks wore off.
Aiden collapsed on the bed. “Wicked man. Whoa.”
“You say that a lot.” He eased his fingers free from Aiden’s rump. “Flip over.” He wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait to be inside Aiden.
“I don’t know if I can.” Aiden managed to roll onto his back. Cum sparkled on his belly and side. The look worked for him—so natural and sexy.
“God. You’re… I don’t believe you.” The words weren’t right, but he couldn’t manage to come up with anything better. He stroked his dick. Just looking at Aiden got him hard. He tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
Aiden folded his arms over his chest and drew his knees together. “What did I do? I made a stupid face, didn’t I?”
“No.” Yep, he’d stepped into it up to his eyeballs. He grabbed the lube. “Doc, don’t be so self-conscious. I meant I can’t believe you’re here. You’re mine.” He lubed his dick and parted Aiden’s thighs. “You make me want to be better.”
“Me?” Aiden unclenched a little. “Matt.”
Matt nudged Aiden back onto the bed. The move wasn’t smart for his shoulder, but Aiden gave him an assist and didn’t fight him.
“You’ll hurt yourself.” Aiden opened his legs. “Then I won’t be a nice doctor when you need rehab.”
“You can’t be mean.” He wouldn’t allow Aiden to act that way. He preferred Aiden happy and sweet.
“I can, but you haven’t seen that si
de,” Aiden said.
Matt lined his dick up with Aiden’s hole and pushed, slow and steady, until he filled his lover to the hilt. Aiden gasped. He relaxed beneath Matt. Matt groaned. Being there with Aiden was perfect. Aiden held him tight, but the snug feel reminded him of being protected. The love in his heart grew. More than love, he cherished Aiden. He couldn’t see life without him. This man was made for him.
“Matt,” Aiden said, drawing his name out. “You need to move. Feels good, but…damn.” He groaned. “Please?”
Matt moved his hips. He hadn’t given Aiden much time to recover after his orgasm and he hadn’t even offered to clean him off. But seeing Aiden in cum was so hot and Aiden didn’t seem to mind.
Aiden reached for him and wrapped his hands around Matt’s wrists as Matt worked up a steady rhythm. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room. Fever rushed through his veins.
“Oh, fucking balls,” Matt bit out. He teetered on the edge of control. He pushed deeper into Aiden. They connected on a level he barely understood. He trembled and his thoughts blurred with each thrust.
“Yeah, come, Matty.” Aiden squeezed Matt’s wrists. “Do it.”
He hated being called Matty, but when Aiden said it he didn’t mind. He shook his head. He wasn’t coming apart this fast. No way. He wanted to make this special for Aiden and show him just how much he cared. Climaxing now wouldn’t help the matter. Still, his resistance shattered. No amount of holding back would keep the orgasm at bay. He grunted and his thrusts turned feral. No going back now. “Jesus.”
“Yeah, Matty. Do it. Feels so good in me. Fuck me. Christ, I could come again.” Aiden wriggled his hips. “Need you.”
Between Aiden’s encouragement and the heat swarming his body, he stopped fighting the orgasm. His knees buckled. “Fuck.”
