Page 84 of Perfect Storm
Of course, then they’d come back to the condo and he’d sort of freaked out.
That had been, for all intents and purposes, a date, and Aidan didn’t even datewomen.
He didn’t know how to date men. And he definitely didn’t know how to date Levi.
But is that true? Seems like you’re doing just fine.That was Levi’s voice in his head, calm and funny and poking holes right where he needed his bad assumptions deflated the most.
“You’re thinking hard here,” Levi said, his fingers still loosely tangled in Aidan’s hair. He tugged his head around so Aidan could meet his eyes.
“A little, yeah,” Aidan admitted. “But not overthinking. I promise.”
He’d done that before. But Levi had pushed him right out of it, easy as breathing.
Kind of like he did, right now, tangling their fingers together and tugging him into the shower.
The shower had been one of his few indulgences when he’d had the condo remodeled a few years back. The contractor had given him a knowing grin when he’d talked about how big he wanted it. Like he’d be packing the girls in, two or three or four at a time. But it had never been about that. Sometimes Toronto—his condo—hislife—felt so small. He’d wanted room to breathe.
And even though he hadn’t known it at the time, turned out he’d also wanted room for him and Levi in here together.
“Well, if you do,” Levi said, tipping his head back into the waterfall spray, “just say the word, bro, and I’ll pull you right back out.”
Aidan didn’t know if he should be embarrassed that Levi had seen through him so easily, but he wasn’t, actually.
Maybe Levi’s matter-of-factness was rubbing off on him.
Levi’s hand settled hot and intent on his hip, squeezed. It lit Aidan up inside, in a way he swore he’d never felt before.
“You want it?” Levi asked softly. Aidan’s cock twitched, still hard just from the residual taste of Levi’s cock and the ghost of the feeling at the back of his throat.
It shouldn’t be so hard to just say it. Levi said things he wanted all the time. But every time it was the moment for Aidan to echo that desire, he clammed up. He’d known he was in love with Mo for almost three years before he’d even found the balls to tell him.
Not because he hadn’tfelt. But because it had felt sometimes like he felt too fucking much. The emotions overwhelmed him. Stole his breath, then snatched the words right out of his throat.
But he wasn’t stupid enough to think Levi would be satisfied forever with nods, and so, ignoring the way his brain was screaming, he snatched the words right back.
“Uh, yeah.Yeah.”
“Bro,” Levi said, gazing at him amused and fond.
Aidan rolled his eyes, that same feeling blooming inside him and unsure how that had even happened. “I thought we agreed thebrostays out of the bedroom.”
“We’re notinthe bedroom,” Levi said.
He was ridiculous, and Aidan never wanted him to stop being ridiculous.
The only way he could tell him that was just to kiss him. To kiss him and kiss him, warm water cascading over their bodies, until Aidan wasn’t sure where he left off and Levi began.
Levi slid a hand around his cock and it felt like it only took a few strokes before he was gasping into his mouth, overwhelmed and overwrought with the pleasure surging through him.
“God, so good,” Aidan murmured into Levi’s shoulder. It was wide and broad, rippling with muscle. Strong enough to hold him up, even though his knees and his heart were wobbly.
They dried off slowly. It felt natural for Aidan to make sure Levi’s back was dry in a move he knew was more tender than he was ready to talk about. But after that, it didn’t just feel weird to send Levi to his own room, butwrong. Even though he’d never wanted to share his space, ever, withanyone.
But Levi wasn’t just going to stay here, unless Aidan spoke up about it.
“You . . .uh . . .” Aidan hated how uncertain he sounded. After hanging up his towel, Levi glanced over at him. Aidan cleared his throat and started over. “Don’t go back to your room tonight.”
Levi’s eyebrows skidded up. It was a sudden, messy, painful realization that sleeping in the same bed might not fall under the umbrella of a hookup. Because that was what a sex pact was, right? It was right there in the name—sexpact.
