“Because he doesn’t care.”
Aaron gasped, ruffling the dog’s ears. “Daddy’s already diagnosing you a psycho.”
Kenny exhaled, staring at the ceiling before relenting. “Not a psycho. An insufferable menace.”
“Just like me,” Aaron teased, rubbing the dog’s belly. “That’s why you love us both.”
“Debatable.”
Aaron smirked, then looked down at the pup, cupping his face gently. “It’s all right, boy.” He brushed his lips over soft golden fur. “He knows his place. Knows I’m yours.”
The dog gave Aaron one final lick before settling between them, head resting on his chest with a contented sigh. Kenny watched them, an almost unbearable warmth swelling in his chest.
This was home.
Peace.
Thelife they’d built together.
Kenny shifted closer, pressing his lips to Aaron’s temple, tucking his hand beneath the sheets to trace slow, teasing circles on Aaron’s hip. His touch was lazy, a promise humming between them.
“We’ll finish what we started later.” His voice was thick with the remnants of sleep and want.
Aaron grinned, stretching like a satisfied cat, body rolling against Kenny’s, sending heat curling low in his stomach. “Damn right we will.” Then, with the absoluteworsttiming, Aaron huffed a breath of amusement and added, “Although, aren’t we getting a visit from DI Bellend today?”
Kenny groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.“Ah. Yeah.”
Jackwasvisiting. Something important that apparently couldn’t be handled over the phone or via email, though Kenny strongly suspected it was Fraser forcing Jack to take a break from his desk. Not that he could deny them the excuse to come down. The thought of Fraser dragging Jack on a coastal hike was almost too good to pass up.
Still, it meant getting out of bed.
Kenny sighed and rolled out from beneath the sheets, stretching before making his way to the shower. The sound of water hitting tile filled the air, steam curling around him as he stepped beneath the spray, letting the heat sink into his muscles.
Within moments, Aaron joined him.
As Kenny expected he would. And when the door shut with a quietclick, sealing them away from the rest of the world, from the responsibilities waiting beyond, which was the small, furry menace whining outside, scratching at the wood, Aaron’s smirk was relentless and he pressed against Kenny’s back, sliding his hands over damp skin.
Kenny turned, grabbing Aaron’s wrists and pinning him to the cool glass partition, watching his pupils dilate before slamming his mouth onto his. Aaron groaned into it. Nipping him, so Kenny pulled away, grabbed the shower gel and squeezed it into his palms, smoothing it over Aaron’s chest, down his stomach, lower…
Aarongaspedas Kenny worked the liquid over him, slick and slow, his mouth devouring his, tongue teasing, deepening,tasting. Then Aaron lifted a leg, letting Kenny stroke beneath him, around him, teasing until he was trembling, biting at Kenny’s lip, whispering desperate pleas of, “Get in me, lover. Fucking get in me.”
“I will.” Kenny’s finger breached him. “Good?”
“Fuck, good, yeah.More.”
Aaron jumped, wrapping his legs around Kenny’s waist, and Kenny staggered under the weight, under the wet heat of him, before slamming Aaron’s back against the tiled wall.
“Fuck,”Aaron groaned, gripping Kenny’s hair, rolling his hips as Kenny pushed his aching length inside him, stretching him open, filling him completely.
Bliss.
Utterfuckingbliss.
Water streamed over them, drenching their skin, making every touch slicker, hotter, more desperate. Aaron clung to him, muscles tightening, moaning as his cock, trapped between them, slid against Kenny’s stomach with every thrust.
“Harder,”Aaron gasped, nails dragging down Kenny’s back. “Jesus, Kenny. Fucking harder! Comeon!”
Kenny bit his neck, sucking bruises into his skin, right over the tattoo inked there—his mark—as Aaron came with a ragged cry, spilling between them, the shower spray washing it away as Kenny kept driving into him. He followed moments later, crushing Aaron against the tiles, burying himself deep as he let go, pleasure ripping through him, pulling him under.