Finally Aiden’s weight shifts became more purposeful, more of a grinding than an ambiguous squirm. Cade thought about saying something. He’d spent his precious dollars on condoms and lube. Maybe this would be a good time to mention that? But then Aiden grabbed his hand and eased it down between them, and they wrapped their fingers around each other and Aiden moved just right and Cade lost the ability to formulate a plan for anything more complicated. This was enough.
It was more than enough. Cade was pretty sure he should be embarrassed by how fast he was climaxing, this time and last, but Aiden seemed to be on just as much of a hair trigger, so maybe they could be out-of-control losers together.
“Cade,” Aiden groaned.
“Come on, baby. Keep going.” The words came without thought, and Cade hated them as soon as they passed his lips. He sounded like… dammit, he didn’t want to think about what he sounded like. Didn’t want to think about words of encouragement for some sweaty, overweight, middle-aged man trying desperately to keep it up long enough to fuck the tasty little whore he was paying by the hour. Cade clamped down on that train of thought and made himself look back at Aiden.
And he had to look away almost immediately. He shouldn’t beallowedto look at someone as pure and fresh as Aiden, shouldn’t be sharing any of this with him, not when he’d already shared it with so many others. He tried to shut his brain off and focus on the sensations. Pressure, friction, Aiden’s heavy breaths and desperate kisses. Aiden. This was Aiden. He didn’t want Cade to be ashamed, not of anything.
Cade looked at Aiden’s face and this time his conscience stayed quiet.Aiden, he reminded himself.Aiden, Aiden, Aiden. He was withAiden. He’d started over, he was… no, he wasn’t new. He was still the same old Cade. But he’d gotten tested, he’d worked his ass off, and now, he was with Aiden. Aiden burying his face in Cade’s neck, gasping for breath, Aiden sucking on the old hickey, marking Cade anew, Aiden thrusting with more and more urgency into Cade’s tight fist, Aiden shouting and arching his body and spilling his seed all over Cade’s hand, his body, his sheets. Aiden.Aiden. It was okay, because it had to be. Because of Aiden.
But now Aiden was looking down at him, his eyes refocusing as if he was seeing Cade for the first time. And, miraculously, he smiled, as if he liked what he saw. Without breaking eye contact, Aiden stretched off the bed and reached for his jacket, then pulled out a foil package and a little bottle Cade recognized almost instinctively. “Okay?” Aiden asked as he sat up and hitched backward. He ended up squatting over Cade’s calves, his hands hovering over Cade’s erect cock. He held up the condom wrapper. “Okay?” he asked again. “I love getting fucked right after I’ve come. Everything’s sensitive and relaxed at the same time. It’s like being stoned. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Cade said. He supposed he should find more words for the occasion, but instead he watched silently as Aiden smoothed the condom on and then dribbled and smoothed lube over Cade’s cock. It was like watching a movie. Well, not quite. He could feel Aiden’s hands, the coolness of the lube, but it was coming from far away. From that safe, distant place Cade had found for his body’s sexual responses. Earlier, with Aiden right there in his face, kissing him and talking to him, Cade had stayed present. He’d been in his body, lost in the sensations. But now he was drifting away, and he was pretty sure that it was just as well.
“Hey,” Aiden said, frowning at Cade. “You good? We don’t have to do this.”
Cade made himself smile. At least he wasn’t getting fucked. That was what most of his clients had wanted to do to him. Eventually. “It’s good. Go for it. I want to.”
So Aiden rose up and positioned himself, and then sank slowly, agonizingly down onto Cade’s shaft. It was tight and hot and perfect, and Cade’s body appreciated the sensation even if his mind wasn’t completely sure.
“Oh, yeah,” Aiden said. His head was thrown back and his neck looked exposed and vulnerable.
Cade levered himself up so his body was at a right angle to his legs, and he wrapped his arms around Aiden as he started to move.
“Oh,yeah,” Aiden repeated. His head was still arched backward, and Cade kissed the long, fragile line of his throat. “God, Cade, you feel so good. Why did we wait so long to do this?” Aiden dragged his head forward and found Cade’s lips with his.
Cade let himself get lost. Tight friction on his cock, Aiden’s tongue wrapped around his, their chests warm as they slid against each other, Aiden lifting himself as if it were a hardship to let Cade’s cock slip out of him, then dropping back down like a sheath happy to wrap itself around its sword.
Cade let his hands roam. He found Aiden’s nipples, then drifted down to his ass and let himself explore inside the cleft, finding his own cock stretching Aiden open. Aiden smiled into their kiss. “You like that?” he asked.
Cade didn’t think he was ready for dirty talk. So he lay back down on the bed, pulling Aiden’s body along with him, and then rolled them over so he was on top with Aiden’s legs wrapped around his hips.
“Oh, yeah,” Aiden sighed approvingly.
Cade shut his eyes and focused on his body. Everything felt good. The motion, the angle, the friction, it was all good. He drove himself almost to climax, then opened his eyes and looked down at Aiden and realized that he was getting close too. At least, it seemed that way. Gasping for breath, muscles tensing, eyes squeezed shut. It was either an impending orgasm or a seizure. Cade smiled to himself and kept moving the way Aiden seemed to like. He could last as long as he needed to. If he wanted to slow himself down, he’d think of one of his johns, a particularly sadistic son of a bitch who seemed to get off on torture. If he needed to speed himself up, it only took one look at Aiden’s beautiful face, twisted in concentration as he chased after his third orgasm in an hour.Greedy, Cade thought, and he leaned down to kiss Aiden’s mouth.Spoiled. Used to being treated well. Used to other people giving him pleasure. But Cade couldn’t resent Aiden for it. It was the way he’d been raised.
And Cade was pleased to be the latest in the line of people set up to please Aiden. He watched his body, his reactions, and made subtle changes to how they were moving. Aiden’s cock wasn’t hard, but Cade knew that didn’t matter, not if he could hit the right spot inside….
“Cade!” Aiden said as if he’d been electrified, and his eyes bulged open and he stared as his cock spurted, weak but persistent, and his whole body arched in an orgasm that clearly produced a lot more pleasure than the physical evidence would suggest.
Cade let himself go, then. He smiled down at Aiden, thrust a few more times, and that was all it took. He let pleasure wash over him and through him, let it wash right out of him, and he wished he didn’t have to wear a condom, because he’d really like to mark Aiden on the inside as clearly as Aiden had marked him on the outside. But obviously condoms were necessary. It didn’t matter how many times he was tested, Cade would still never take the chance with Aiden’s health.
They lay together on the lumpy futon mattress, their legs entwined, and both of them fought to catch their breath.
“I never understood the smoking after sex thing,” Aiden said. “I figure if you still have breath to smoke, you weren’t doing it right.”
“Maybe it’s notrightafter,” Cade suggested. He took a careful test breath and then said, “I’m pretty sure I could smoke something now. I don’twantto, but I think I could.”
“You don’t want to,” Aiden echoed. “And you didn’t drink at dinner. All the trouble the frat goes to in order to have wine for the underage diners, and you didn’t want any.” He twisted his fingers through Cade’s, clearly sending the message that he was curious, not judging. “You don’t indulge in any of that? No alcohol, no drugs… not even cigarettes?”
“Not even coffee,” Cade said. Then he smiled. “But mostly because I don’t like the taste. And it’s a waste of money. All of it’s a waste of money. So, no, I don’t indulge.”
“I don’t have to, either,” Aiden said slowly. “I’m not a big drinker. I’ll smoke a joint if it’s being passed around, but it’s not a big deal or anything. If you don’t like it.”
Cade squirmed around to get a better look at Aiden’s expression. “IfIdon’t like it? I don’t like itfor me. But I don’t have a problem withitfor you. I mean, what you choose to smoke or drink, that’s none of my business.”
Aiden didn’t look happy with that answer. “It’s your business,” he said almost petulantly. “BecauseI’myour business. Right?”
