Chapter 30 Darren #2
Aiden grabbed Darren by the forearm and pulled him in, smashing their mouths together.
His tongue found the seam of Darren’s lips and Darren moaned the most obscene moan he’d ever moaned, opening for Aiden and letting him in.
His nerve endings lit up the moment Aiden’s tongue found his, and then they shorted as the kiss deepened.
It was dirty, it was demanding, it was aggressive, and it was possessive.
It was a stake being claimed and it fried Darren’s brain, rendering him unable to think.
This was probably not the place for this fundamental moment, but he didn’t care, couldn’t care, not when Aiden’s kiss spoke of want even deeper than before.
Was it because of the last few days? Because of the vault and Rick’s betrayal? Everything that could have gone wrong had, and yet they’d had to keep it together. They couldn’t catch a break, they didn’t have the luxury for it. They were all wound tight, on the verge of going crazy.
Darren lost himself to the kiss and forgot his worries.
He needed this as much as Aiden seemed to need it, both of them giving into the tension they’d had to keep at bay.
The desire they shared touched every inch of his skin even through their clothes and hijacked every sense and thought and cell that he had.
He couldn’t resist, wanting nothing more but to plunge himself head-first into it.
To claim it back, to own it and to safekeep it because now that he’d tasted it, he simply couldn’t ever go on living without it.
Aiden broke the kiss, nipping Darren’s lip piercing as he shoved his hand between them and palmed Darren’s rigid cock. “Want you or I’m gonna go crazy,” he whispered, practically buzzing as his gorgeous hazel eyes glared at the bulky guy walking away.
Darren was stunned. Wordless. He was turned on and burning and if he didn’t get his dick inside Aiden he was going to implode.
“Here?” he asked, his voice scratchy and breathless.
Aiden’s eyes darkened with more lust. He scanned the surroundings and hoisted himself onto the stool, his heated gaze back on Darren.
“Left pocket of my jacket,” he said, rushing the words out.
He pulled his zipper down and the black thong peeked from under his pants, sending another surge of arousal through Darren. “Don’t make it too obvious.”
“Fuuuck, Aiden,” Darren growled, doing as told. He fished out the small vial of lube, and almost lost it as he realized Aiden had prepared it in case they had the urge to fuck while not on the Maine.
In arousal-fueled haze, Darren made quick work of the lube’s cap as Aiden lost his pants. He slid his own down just enough so his dick was out, and settled between Aiden’s legs. Slicking his fingers and shaft, he started kissing a trail along Aiden’s jawline.
“Scoot forward,” he said, his heart pounding in his ears as he snatched a towel a bartender had left nearby.
Aiden complied, wrapping his legs around Darren’s waist. Mind blanking from everything else but the feel of Aiden’s body and hectic breaths, Darren captured his lips in a dirty kiss and pushed two fingers inside him.
Aiden let out a sexy groan, deepening the kiss and taking control of it.
Before long, he was shaking his hips and pushing against Darren, so Darren grabbed him by the ass and lifted him off the stool slightly.
“Hard and fast,” Aiden urged, squeezing Darren with his legs.
Darren did lose it there. He pushed inside Aiden in one fluid motion, burying himself as deep as he could.
Both of them moaned into the kiss and Aiden’s heat engulfed him, tight and unbearable and enough to make his eyes roll back.
He canted his hips, ripping another noise out of Aiden, and then did it again and again, keeping his thrusts quick but deep.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the leering faces of some patrons nearby, but he didn’t care and Aiden didn’t seem to either, the two of them too preoccupied chasing after their orgasms.
Aiden’s hit first, making him clench his ass around Darren, which sent blinding pleasure up Darren’s spine. It traveled all the way up to his neck and then raced back down, causing his own orgasm to surge through him on a wave of explosive sparks across his skin.
Darren devoured Aiden’s mouth through the aftershocks of their releases, his taste even stronger now after sex.
It tingled Darren’s taste buds, bringing with it a sense of even greater contentment that was the same and yet different from the one he felt now that his body’s need for Aiden had been satiated.
Once they were breathing somewhat normally, Darren slipped out of Aiden and wiped them both with the towel he’d snatched.
He zipped his pants and helped Aiden put his on, then they kissed again.
This time it was more thorough and less fueled by adrenaline, driven by the craving for that sunshine and rain that lived inside both of them.
“I didn’t take you for the type to have sex in public,” he teased when they came apart, taking in Aiden’s blissful expression.
Aiden did something between a snort and a scoff, his slender fingers grazing Darren’s jaw. He took a sip of water and licked the leftover drops from his lips, keeping his eyes on Darren. “I’m not. I just…”
Darren understood and left it at that. They were both stressed and they’d both needed to get off here and now. His heart felt full that Aiden had initiated it, despite the reasons behind it, that he felt safe and conformable when not that long ago he’d been flinching away.
With every day that passed, it truly felt that they grew closer, their souls tangling as much as their bodies. It filled Darren with hope and excitement, with things that were a little unknown but so very good at chasing away the anxiety and the fear.
Darren squeezed Aiden’s thigh with one hand, pulling up his phone to check the time. They still had a good ten minutes, but when a tall half-Asian man with graying hair and horn-rimmed glasses sat next to Aiden and slid two full glasses of whiskey their way, Darren knew he was looking at George.
“Ren Valrais,” the man quietly said in a smooth bass voice, tracing his finger along the rim of his own glass.
Turning so he was facing the bar, Darren planted his elbows on the counter and leaned forward, meeting the man’s dark brown gaze. “And you are?”
“George Matsumoto,” he replied, studying Darren’s face first and then Aiden’s. “And this must be Aiden Kesley.” At that, a few crinkles appeared around his eyes, softening his otherwise stern look.
Aiden flushed, though not fully, and Darren’s own neck felt a little warm. They’d tried to be as discreet as possible, but it was possible that George might have seen their little show if his entrance was so well-timed.
“George Matsumoto,” Darren echoed back, giving George a lift of his eyebrow. “That doesn’t tell me anything.”
“Then perhaps Aurelia Seven does?” George offered, the words spoken in Standard Chinese, a language Darren hadn’t heard since he’d last spoken to Liu.
“Aurelia Seven?” Darren repeated, sticking to Chinese. “If you know of it, then you really kne—”
“Yes. I knew and worked alongside him. And I’m not the only one willing to meet you.”
Darren’s pulse sped up. There were more people like George. If this man was really who he was saying he was—and he had to be if he knew about Aurelia Seven—then that meant there were more of Liu’s associates who were alive and ready to fight back.
Darren squeezed the cold glass with his hand, the condensation soaking into his fingers. “How many?” he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady.
George smiled again, more wrinkles appearing around the corners of his lips. “Probably more than you’d think.”
Aiden clasped Darren’s forearm, shooting a questioning look his way.
“Why didn’t you reach out?” Darren asked, switching back to Universal English.
George hunched forward, moving the glass to his mouth, but not taking a sip. “Tell your friend outside… Kristen, was it? Tell him to meet us out back.”
Aiden looked as apprehensive as Darren felt, not least because George was aware of Kristen’s role in this.
Aurelia Seven was one of Liu’s four secret estates that to this day still remained intact, serving as a community center last Darren had checked.
Only he and Liu knew about it, that was how Liu had wanted things, so the fact that George also had that knowledge, on top of the cipher, was yet one more reason why the gamble of trusting him was worth taking.
Giving Aiden a nod and a reassuring smile, Darren enabled his earpiece and instructed Kristen to pick them up from the alleyway behind the venue. Two minutes later, they met up with him, climbing into the shuttle alongside George.
“Where to?” Kristen asked, lifting an eyebrow at Darren in a very obvious ‘what is going on’ question.
“Turn left and follow Sterlan Avenue,” George said from the passenger’s seat, causing Kristen’s attention to change its target. He looked about ready to argue, but he seemed to think better of it when Darren gave him a nod.
Without any further conversation, Kristen steered the shuttle onto Sterlan Avenue. They drove for a while until George instructed to turn left where one of Calisto’s industrial zones began. A few miles later, they took a right at a small intersection near an abandoned engine factory.