Chapter 37 Aiden #2
Since meeting George and the other Valrais supporters, it had been mostly quick fucking when they managed to catch a break.
The multiverse discovery, the heist preparations, the jump drives, trying to stay alive and keeping Marcus distracted…
there had been a million other more important things to do than explore this budding thing between them.
But now, they were no longer on the run.
They were safe for the first time since Darren had flipped Aiden’s world upside down on that night in Horizons.
Now, nothing else mattered but them. They didn’t have to worry about anyone else, they could slow down and just be with each other for a while, and then they would join the efforts of the rest so they could build a home together.
Aiden dropped his shirt on the floor and shimmied out of his pants and underwear, slipping into the bathroom.
He beckoned Darren over and started the shower, though didn’t get to even check the water temperature before Darren crowded him against the tiled wall.
Being caged like this did something to his insides, heightening his arousal even further.
“Tell me you want me,” Darren rasped, kissing a line up Aiden’s neck. It sounded like a demand and a plea at the same time, and its contradicting nature sparked a rush of heat down Aiden’s spine.
“I want you,” Aiden said, his heart speeding up as he felt Darren shudder.
The need within him intensified, turning into burning desire to have this man he’d promised to kill but could no longer bear to lose.
There was no Marcus here, yet it didn’t change the history between them.
Didn’t negate it, nor invalidate it. But this time, Aiden didn’t lose himself to the guilt and the grief; he acknowledged them and let them pass, because deep down he knew—and had always known—that despite her lies and love for him, Claudia would’ve wanted him to be happy.
Aiden cupped Darren’s face and tipped it up, memorizing it. Darren’s pupils were blown, the midnight purple just a rim along their edge, and his lips were pressed into a line Aiden wanted to disrupt.
“Darren,” he whispered and leaned in, licking that seam until he coaxed Darren’s mouth to open.
On a groan, Darren let him in and Aiden didn’t waste time taking charge of the kiss, licking around and chasing Darren’s tongue.
The taste of them hit him, enticing and thrilling and making him reach between them.
Darren had lost his clothes on the way here and so Aiden splayed his hand against his muscular chest first, then slid it down, feeling every inch and every ridge.
When he reached Darren’s dick, he found it already fully hard and begging to be touched.
“Kiss me again,” Darren pleaded in a low and sexy voice.
Aiden grabbed him by the arm and shifted their positions, pressing Darren’s back into the wall.
He took Darren’s mouth and brought their cocks together, jerking them both off.
Darren moaned, deepening the kiss, though still letting Aiden lead.
He arched into Aiden and pressed their chests together, the skin contact sending pleasant shocks across all of Aiden.
Hands roamed his back, seemingly unable to get enough as they touched every inch of it.
Chest heaving and eyes blazing with desire, Darren pulled back for air.
He looked where Aiden still had hold of their dicks and wrapped his fingers around Aiden’s hand, then latched onto Aiden’s jaw with his mouth.
Open kisses and gentle nipping led him to Aiden’s right ear, and there he paused because he saw it, that tiny piece of Aiden that belonged to Claudia.
Aiden held his breath, fear and anticipation coiling his stomach as Darren’s hot breaths crashed into the skin behind his ear.
He let go of their cocks and simply waited.
Darren looked at it for a while, not saying or doing anything.
He reached for the shampoo dispenser eventually, squinting some into his hand and lathering the shampoo into Aiden’s hair while kissing the tattooed ‘C’.
Aiden relaxed and closed his eyes, throwing his head back when Darren moved onto his shoulders and chest. Once he was done washing them, he reached for Aiden’s dick, a few quick passes first that grew into deliberate and slow strokes once the water had washed off the soap.
Sighing in pleasure, Aiden rolled his hips and fucked into Darren’s palm.
“I love how you aren’t shy about what your body wants. That you don’t hold back when we are together,” Darren murmured, sliding his tongue along the curve of Aiden’s ear.
“I know,” Aiden countered, biting off a moan when Darren chuckled and squeezed a little harder.
His eyes cut to Aiden’s and his lips lifted up on one side.
He looked gorgeous and disheveled and ready to feast on Aiden.
Shivers raced down from the base of Aiden’s neck, spreading liquid fire all over him.
He stepped in and found the curve of Darren’s shoulder, tracing it with his teeth.
Darren’s free hand found his ass, groping it with greed as a finger rubbed his hole.
Aiden pressed against it, wanting more. Needing it, his body high on pleasure and seeking more.
“Darren,” Aiden moaned, shaking his hips as he tried to get Darren’s finger inside.
In a fluid spin, Darren repositioned them. “Face the wall,” he said and reached for the sink drawer, producing a bottle of lube.
Aiden swallowed, the ball of need in his stomach growing.
He did as told and pushed his hips out, craning his head to the side so they could retain eye contact.
Darren licked his lips and let his tongue linger on his piercing, then stepped back in, nestling himself between Aiden’s legs.
The tip of his slicked cock brushed against Aiden’s hole, ripping a needy whimper out of him.
He needed Darren to fuck him right now or he was going to lose his mind.
Unfortunately, Darren seemed to have something else in mind. He grabbed Aiden’s ass and squeezed it, pressing his cock against Aiden’s crease but not giving him what he wanted.
“Darren,” Aiden growled in demand, trying to grind against Darren.
But Darren ignored him, instead stepping back and running hands all over him, tracing every inch of him as if he was worshipping a god.
He touched Aiden’s back, his chest, his thighs, kissed his shoulders and bit lightly on that spot he’d marked.
He rolled Aiden’s balls as he teased his entrance, rubbed his nipples and pulled them until they too were just as hard as his dick.
Everything Darren did was more intimate than sex, an exploration of Aiden’s body and what it liked even if he already seemed to possess most of that knowledge.
It made Aiden want Darren even more, it made him burn with the need to drive Darren just as crazy, to unravel him.
This was about both of them. It was a mutual dance of pleasure where they took turns leading, where they both took and gave and chased the end together.
“Darren,” Aiden tried again, his voice cracking. “Need you to feel good with me.”
Darren groaned, pressing his forehead into Aiden’s back.
Aiden opened his mouth to protest and demand Darren’s dick, but then Darren shoved two fingers inside him and the snappy remark died in his throat.
Aiden fucked himself on them, but soon they weren’t enough.
He craved more, needed it, to feel that fullness both with his body and his heart.
As if reading his mind, Darren pulled out and lined up his dick.
He rubbed the head around Aiden’s hole and Aiden pushed his ass back, only to have Darren step away and pick him up.
Yelping, Aiden held on tight as he was carried to bed and tossed on top of the silk sheets.
They’d left the bathrobes there as well, but Darren didn’t bother to wipe them dry.
He loomed over Aiden and kissed him, then positioned himself between Aiden’s legs.
Pausing, he simply looked at Aiden, his indigo eyes reverent and mesmerizing.
In that moment, Aiden felt it with his entire being that right now Darren existed only to be with him.
Nothing else mattered to him, just them, just Aiden.
His heart could barely tolerate it, that kind of devotion.
It was too much and yet it was perfect, his and his alone.
It lit him up in that same way the sun lit up the sky after a storm, and it was so fitting, reflecting that dark rain-like taste and scent that characterized the man in his arms.
Darren leaned in and captured Aiden’s mouth in a sensual kiss.
His warm but damp skin was heaven against Aiden’s, and his solid weight was grounding, bringing another a level of closeness that Aiden knew he’d get addicted to.
Perhaps it should’ve worried him; yet it didn’t.
Because this man was his. He too was drowning willingly, his darkness familiar and soothing and his light irresistibly uplifting.
Wrapping arms around Darren, Aiden traced the peaks of his spine.
When he reached Darren’s waist, he clasped it tightly and rolled his hips at the same time.
Their dicks glided along together and they both moaned, breaking the kiss.
They gazed at each other, and then Darren adjusted his position and lined up his cock.
He pushed inside Aiden slowly but deliberately and Aiden gasped, finally feeling that fullness and stretch.
They added to the pleasure, intensified it and scrambled his brain, leaving him a panting mess that couldn’t think anymore.
Everything narrowed down to Darren, to the feel of him on top and around Aiden, to the noises and the praises leaving his mouth as he sped up his thrusts and gave Aiden what he needed.
All of Darren came to the surface then, just like it had the first time they’d made love together, and again it robbed Aiden of his everything.
It was raw and selfish, it was breathtaking and enthralling.
Yet it was also unimposing. It did not demand, it did not take what Aiden wasn’t willing to give, and in exchange it offered just as much.
Everything for everything, an equal trade between two broken men who’d found each other and weren’t willing to let go anymore.
It hit Aiden in the chest. In the stomach. That realization and the peacefulness that came with it. The contentment, the excitement. He’d found it, in the unlikeliest person, the meaning to his world. The equilibrium. Darren was that for him, and he was it for Darren.
Aiden buried his face in Darren’s neck and breathed in the sweat and summer rain. He clamped his teeth on Darren’s shoulder and made him grunt, skewing his pace. His hips stuttered and his breathing hitched, matching Aiden’s desperation.
“Aiden, I—”
“Harder,” Aiden cut him off, biting hard on Darren’s shoulder.
An animal-like howl left Darren and he shifted for a better angle.
The change made it so he hit Aiden’s prostate with every thrust, and Aiden truly lost his mind then, moaning and chanting Darren’s name until electricity rushed down to his balls and undid him.
He came as he attacked Darren’s mouth and Darren fucked him through it, his own orgasm not far behind.
It shattered him and Aiden witnessed it all, holding Darren through it and then as they came down from the high.
For a while, they lay in a tangle of limbs, bathrobes, sheets and sweat, but eventually Darren seemed to regain enough strength to get up.
Aiden felt boneless though and started to drift off, his body humming with contentment he’d not known before Darren.
As tired and sated as he was, he couldn’t quite fall asleep however, as something was missing.
The something, or rather, someone, returned just as Aiden’s slight frustration was about to turn into annoyance. Darren sat down on the edge of the bed and wiped Aiden’s body with a lukewarm washcloth.
“Come to bed,” Aiden murmured, reaching out to caress any part he could reach.
Darren’s eyes smiled as did his lips, fondness and affection rolling off him. The extent of them was kind of novel, so pure and unguarded they made Aiden’s stomach fill with hundreds of butterflies.
“I was planning to,” he said and tugged on the bathrobe under Aiden.
With more effort than it should’ve taken, Aiden lifted his body just enough so Darren could pull the robe out. He had Darren in his arms a minute later, the two of them snuggling as he traced feather-light kisses along Darren’s neck and shoulder just because he felt like it.
“Aiden,” Darren said, turning around. His finger drew a path from Aiden’s lips to the area behind his ear.
“We got a matching pair of tattoos when I proposed to her. I…” Aiden smiled, feeling a strange lightness in his chest as he gazed into Darren’s eyes. “I kept it as a reminder at first. A memento of her that would always stay with me, so I would feel less alone.”
“Did it work?” Darren asked quietly, nuzzling into the crook of Aiden’s neck. He sounded hopeful and guarded at the same time, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted a positive or negative answer. “Did you feel less alone?”
“I’m not sure. Initially, maybe. When the trial was over and I had no idea what was happening, I rarely thought of it.
I… was obsessed with her case and… getting to you.
” As for now… Aiden hadn’t thought about it for a while, had let himself forget it was even there until tonight when Darren had seen it.
“I see.”
Did it bother Darren? That it was there? Aiden wanted to ask and at the same time didn’t, because he wasn’t sure what answer he hoped for.
Darren didn’t probe. He snuggled closer to Aiden and breathed in his skin. “Will you come see Sara with me?” he whispered when Aiden began wondering if he’d fallen asleep.
They’d not spoken to Sara since they’d gone hunting for the Valrais Legacy, though Aiden had chosen not to push the issue until Darren brought it up himself. Now seemed like the perfect time and the thought of meeting the energetic AI princess made him smile.
“Of course,” Aiden said, kissing Darren’s forehead. “We’ll go meet her whenever you are ready.”