“This. You,” Thomas answered, unable to verbalize what it was he needed as he chased Aiden’s lips.
“You have me,” Aiden promised, repeating the words Thomas had said to him the other night. “You’ve always had me.” With that, he used his thumb to tug down Thomas’s jaw, fucking his tongue into his mouth in a way that made Thomas’s head spin. Then, he pulled back to say, “And you canhaveme whenever and however you want.”
Thomas blinked at him. Was Aiden saying what he thought he was saying? It shouldn’t have shocked him. They’d been to bed a few times now and there hadn’t been any thought to the roles they’d fallen into. But now, Aiden was looking into his eyes like he was trying to make sure Thomas understood what he offered.
“What are you saying?” He needed to be sure. Or maybe he just wanted to hear those words on Aiden’s lips.
“Fuck me, Tommy,” he said against his lips, once more working his tongue over Thomas’s.
Thomas pulled back, looking around the car and the semi-wilderness beyond. “Here?”
“Why not?”
Lube? Room? Strangers seeing their bare asses through the window of the SUV and it ending up on fucking TMZ? “It’s not like we came…prepared,” Thomas said lamely.
Aiden’s hand groped him persistently through his jeans. “Thomas Mulvaney not prepared for something? Gasp,” Aiden said, still sipping from his lips. “The scandal.”
Maybe it was his teasing tone or maybe it was the way he was kneading his aching cock in a way that was making him see stars, but whatever it was, Thomas lost his ability to see reason. He turned, sealing their lips together in a kiss he hoped conveyed all the words he was currently choking on. Of course, he wanted him, wanted to fuck him. Anytime, anywhere. Who wouldn’t?
Aiden slipped his tongue into Thomas’s mouth, making a sound of approval when he sucked on it.
“Does this mean you want me?” Aiden asked, biting at his lower lip.
“You know I fucking do,” Thomas managed.
Aiden’s hand was already on the button on Thomas’s jeans. “Then say it. Tell me how bad you want to fuck me.”
Thomas made a noise of frustration, biting at Aiden’s jaw, then his throat. “I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you clenching around my cock. Good enough?”
Aiden made an appreciative sound, plunging his hand into Thomas’s underwear and stroking him a few times. “But the question now, Mr. Mulvaney…ishowdo you want to fuck me?”
“You’re pushing your fucking luck, Aiden. I have an alphabetized list of all the ways I’ve thought of fucking you, but if you don’t let me get on with it, it won’t matter. Your hand feels too fucking good.”
Aiden laughed, releasing him. Then he was squirming his way into the backseat, reaching back to drag Thomas with him. Neither of them were small men, leading to an awkward tangle of limbs, but as soon as Thomas’s ass hit the seat, Aiden was on him, climbing into his lap. Then nothing was funny anymore.
Thomas captured Aiden’s mouth, fucking his tongue between his lips, his hands going for the buttons on his shirt. But he quickly lost patience, yanking the fabric off his shoulders to drag his mouth along whatever skin he could reach. Fuck, he felt so good.
Thomas licked and sucked at Aiden’s nipples, even as he rolled his hips down, grinding against Thomas’s cock, using the back of the seat to create friction and pressure that had them both panting.
Thomas wanted to slow down, wanted to savor every single moment, but then they were both tearing at each other’s clothes, their mouths clashing, teeth bumping, until they were skin on skin with not a stitch between them.
Aiden’s hand found his cock again, jerking him roughly, almost painfully.
“If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts,” Thomas said against his lips.
Aiden took Thomas’s hand, lifting it to his lips and sucking two fingers into his mouth obscenely. Thomas hissed, his hips rutting against Aiden’s now leaking cock. He rose up on his knees, guiding Thomas’s hand back, until Thomas realized what Aiden wanted.
Thomas might come from just this alone. He gripped Aiden’s ass with one hand, two spit-slick fingers sliding into the crevice, rubbing against his hole. Aiden didn’t give him the chance to push inside, just pressed himself back until Thomas’s fingers were buried in the tight squeeze of his body.
They both moaned. Thomas leaned forward, kissing any part of Aiden he could reach as he rode his fingers, biting at his ribs, his hip bones, reveling in the way Aiden pulled and tugged on his hair, guiding Thomas’s mouth where he wanted it next.
After a minute or two, Aiden tugged at his hair, making him look at him. “I’m good.”
Thomas nodded, withdrawing his fingers. Aiden once more used his spit, this time to slick Thomas’s cock, then lined himself up. When he started to lower himself, Thomas grabbed his hips at the last moment. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Aiden studied him, his hands cupping his face. “I don’t mind hurting for you. I’ve been doing it for years. It’s who we are. It’s who we’ve always been. But this is the kind of hurt I want.”
Before Thomas could even formulate a response, Aiden was sinking down on him, encasing his cock in the most exquisite heat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How did that feel so fucking good? He gripped Aiden’s ass, spreading him open, rising up to meet every downward motion, wanting to get as deep as he could, wanting to leave him as full as possible. Aiden gripped the back of the seat once more, his expression pinched as he worked himself on him.
