Aiden gripped his waist, increasing the pressure on Thomas’s already aching cock. He gasped into Aiden’s mouth as it found his again. This kiss was far deeper, much dirtier. Aiden no longer seemed content to help Thomas get off at his own pace. He was going to make it happen by doing all of the things that drove Thomas crazy. Aiden’s tongue fucking past his lips, Thomas’s cock grinding hard against his thigh, Aiden whispering dirty words between kisses.
“Come on, Tommy. Come for me.”
Thomas sucked in a sharp breath, hips jerking as he found his release, spilling into his underwear.
Aiden pulled back, but didn’t release him. “See…you definitely needed that.”
Thomas leaned heavy against the solid door, breathing hard as Aiden moved to the side drawer, grabbing wet wipes. Thomas flinched at the cold against his skin, but let Aiden do what he wanted.
“Wasn’t that nice?” Aiden asked, giving him another kiss even as he stripped him of his underwear and pants. “And you almost refused.”
“You’re very convincing,” Thomas murmured.
Aiden smiled against his mouth. “I know.”
Aiden’s hands wandered again—never grabbing, neverrushing—just mapping familiar ground. Over ribs, down hips, thumbs brushing teasingly beneath the hem of Thomas’s sweater before retreating again. Enough to promise.
Thomas leaned into him, forehead dropping to Aiden’s shoulder once more. His body buzzed, not with urgency, but with contentment.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing together.
Finally, Aiden said, “Stay here. I’ll get you some clothes.”
Thomas didn’t fight it. Once he was dressed and looking as presentable as he was likely to get, he gave Aiden a chaste kiss. “I’ll take care of you later.”
Aiden grinned. “I took care of myself in the shower.”
Thomas gasped. “Rude.”
From somewhere down the hall came a burst of laughter, then Cricket’s voice—sharp with pain, then softer as it eased. A reminder of why they were here. Why this mattered.
“You love this,” Aiden said. “You love having all of them here under one roof. Even Jericho’s kids. You’re in your bliss right now.”
He wasn’t wrong. These were his children. Whether they were fully grown adults or not, having them all under one roof, everyone he cared about, unknotted something within him, something he never even noticed until it disappeared. There was a peace he just couldn’t explain with any eloquence.
“I love it when it’s just you, me and Theo, too,” he promised. “But I can’t help that having everyone here, safe with me, safe where I can see them, makes me feel…calmer.”
Aiden pressed a kiss to Thomas’s temple. “We shouldprobably go back.”
Thomas sighed, long and slow, but nodded. “Yeah. Before someone comes looking for us.”
Aiden smirked. “They’ll survive.”
He unlocked the door but didn’t open it yet, stealing one last kiss, quick, affectionate, full of promise.
“We’ll finish this later,” he murmured.
Thomas smiled, something soft and real settling in his chest. “Looking forward to it.”
And for just a few minutes, Thomas let himself stand still in the middle of it all—wanted, grounded, and not alone.
A sharp sound cut through the quiet. Not laughter this time. Not music. A voice—tight, strained, unmistakably Cricket’s—carried down the hall.
“Okay—okay, that onehurt,” she snapped, breathless. “That one definitely fucking hurt. Freckles, you need to get this baby out of me!”
Thomas felt it immediately. The shift in the house. Aiden straightened just enough to glance at the door, his expression changing—not alarmed, but alert. Ready.
Another voice followed. Atticus, calm but firm. “Alright, Cricket. It’s time to evict this little mooch.”
