“Everyone get out,” Atticus said. “I need to do a quick check and I’m sure Cricket doesn’t want an audience. Give us ten minutes.”
Before Thomas could say anything, arms wrapped around him from behind.
Thomas stiffened just a fraction before melting into the familiar weight, the heat, the solidity of Aiden pressed against his back.
“I’m stealing you,” Aiden murmured, lips brushing his ear.
Thomas let himself be pulled backward, fingers lacing with Aiden’s as he guided him to their bedroom, leading him inside. The door closed softly behind them, muting the world to a distant hum.
“What are you doing?” Thomas murmured, even as his body leaned instinctively into the press of Aiden’s chest.
“Spending time with my husband,” Aiden said, mouth finding his.
Thomas let himself be kissed, his tongue sliding over Aiden’s even as his arms wrapped around his neck.
His whole body went slack, letting Aiden’s solid presence crush him against the door. His fingers played with the hair at Aiden’s nape. He’d clearly just taken a shower. His skin was still warm and the scent of his spicy shampoo and body wash was both familiar and comforting.
Aiden kissed him the way he always did when he wanted Thomas to stop thinking and startfeeling, slow at first, deliberate, mouth firm and warm, hands bracketing Thomas’s hips like he belonged exactly there. Thomas exhaled into the kiss as it became more heated, the tension bleeding out of him as their hands roamed and Aiden’s knee settled firmly between Thomas’s legs, making him groan.
Aiden’s thumb traced the hem of Thomas’s sweater, not lifting it, just teasing. “You good?” he asked softly against his mouth.
Thomas nodded, forehead resting briefly against Aiden’s. “I am.”
Aiden’s hand slid up under Thomas’s sweater, fingertips tracing up his sides as his lips found his in another slow, lazy kiss, thigh flexing in a way that had Thomas groaning into his mouth.
Thomas’s hands tangled in Aiden’s hair, just needing something to steady him, to remind him that they had a house full of guests just outside the door. “What are you doing?”
“Touching my husband,” Aiden said, his hands plunging down past Thomas’s waistband to grab his ass, rocking him closer, forcing his hardening cock to grind against his thigh until he gasped. “What are you doing?” he asked innocently, like he wasn’t scrambling Thomas’s brain.
“We don’t have time for this,” Thomas said even as he found his mouth again. “Cricket’s having a baby.”
“She’s not havingourbaby,” Aiden reminded him, deepening the kiss once more, thigh flexing rhythmically in a way that had Thomas feeling a bit like a teen making outin his bedroom.
“Still…” he said, half-heartedly.
“Still what?” Aiden murmured, tearing his lips from Thomas’s to bite at the shell of his ear, tongue doing something clever that had Thomas’s hips bucking forward onto Aiden’s leg again.
Aiden’s hands slid down the back of his pants once more, gripping his ass and forcing him into a rhythm that was quickly becoming addictive.
“She’s gonna have that baby any minute now,” Thomas gasped.
“Then you should probably hurry up and come,” Aiden chastised, nipping the skin of his throat.
Thomas sucked in a sharp breath, heat pooling in his belly as Aiden’s mouth found his again, rough and demanding.
The house felt very far away now. The music. The laughter. The weight of responsibility. All muted behind the solid press of Aiden’s body and the locked door at his back.
Every time Aiden flexed his thigh the sensation lit up his nerves like struck flint. He throbbed against him, pleasure thrumming hot under his skin.
“Come on, Tommy,” Aiden encouraged. “I’m not letting you go until you come for me.”
Thomas’s head thudded hard against the door as Aiden forced his body into a rhythm so good, he couldn’t fight it. He could only stand there, Aiden’s leg keeping him upright as he rode the waves of heat rolling over him with every press of his thigh.
“Come for me and I’ll let you go,” Aiden taunted. “I canfeel how close you are. I know how much you love this. Come on…”
Thomas’s eyes rolled behind his lids, mouth going slack, hips now rolling of their own accord.
“That’s it. There you go,” Aiden coaxed into his ear. “Fuck, you’re so hot like this.”
