Page 4 of Absent Without Leave
Jake settles a hand on Aiden’s head. “That feels really fuckin’ good.”
Aiden hums and the vibrations travel up Jake’s spine and make his scalp prickle.
Jake’s thighs and stomach quiver as he inches toward the edge. Aiden starts stroking and swirling his tongue around the head, dipping into the slit. He does it twice more, and Jake’s breathing shorts out. His glutes clench and electricity dances up his spine. “Christ, Aiden, I’m gonna come.” His fingers clench in the soft strands of Aiden’s hair, and his hips push forward for more contact as his orgasm tears through him.
Aiden swallows and, once Jake’s done, he rises, looking charmingly debauched. Jake pulls him forward and cements their mouths together in a slow dirty slide of lips and tongues, not minding the taste of himself on Aiden’s tongue.
“Bed. Now,” Jake gruffs. He wants to see Aiden’s body. Wants to take him apart.
A small lamp illuminates Aiden’s bedroom. Pictures of the O’Learys litter the surface of the dresser. Several shirts are draped over the wing of the moss-colored chair in the corner, and socks and underwear are piled on the seat. Jake’s only interested in the unmade queen-sized bed.
Aiden’s stepping out of his pants and underwear and stripping off his socks. Jake’s firming up again at the sight of all that pale flesh and Aiden’s sculpted ass. He peels off his own clothes in a hurry and tackles Aiden to the mattress, grinding his reburgeoning erection along Aiden’s. Jake pins Aiden’s wrists to the bed above his head and rolls his hips. They exchange sloppy wet kisses, and as much as Jake wants to get his cock in Aiden’s ass, this slower pace is nice too. The easy affection and comforting touch of a relationship is one of the things he misses most since he and Renate filed for divorce. That and her delicious German cooking. The sex was pretty good too. But this… He’s missed sex with a man. More than he realized.
Chapter Two
Pleasure curls up Aiden’s spine and his body melts into the mattress. Jake laughs against his mouth and continues the slow slide of his erection alongside Aiden’s. Aiden’s leaking enough to prevent chafing for the moment, and his want spirals higher with the rhythmic glide. Aiden palms Jake’s ass and spreads his thighs as wide as they’ll go. He hooks his ankles behind Jake’s knees and drags him closer, rocking into the press of their bodies. Jake’s chest is warm and solid, the smattering of hair down his sternum soft against Aiden’s bare skin.
Jake fucks Aiden’s mouth with his tongue and rocks his hips hard against Aiden’s in an ever-increasing tempo. Aiden gasps and his heart is hammering against his rib cage so loud it echoes in his ears.
The bed squeaks quietly in sync with Jake’s steady grind. Aiden yanks his mouth away to pant against Jake’s neck, trying to pull in enough air. The friction of Jake’s stubble against Aiden’s jaw and neck spikes his arousal. He doesn’t care that they’re rutting like a pair of fucking teenagers; he just wants to come.
A round of thumping reverberates through the apartment, and Aiden recognizes it now for what it is. Someone is knocking. Who the fuck is at his door at two o’clock in the morning? Screw ‘em. If it’s an emergency, they would have called him.
Jake’s rocking ceases, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Don’t stop,” Aiden gasps. “God, I’m so close.”
Jake leans in to kiss him again, but doesn’t immediately begin moving.
“Aiden O’Leary, you open this door right now. If Jake’s in there, I’m gonna kick his Army ass.”
“Sean? You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Aiden says, rolling his eyes. Why is his brother here threatening Jake? As if that could happen.
Jake laughs.
Exactly.
“He thinks so, huh?” says Jake.
“Fuck him.” Aiden pulls Jake closer with his heels.
“I’d rather fuck you.”
“Yes, please. Ignore him. Come on.” Is a night of amazing sex too much ask? Because there’s no doubt it will be amazing.
“Aiden, open this door.”
“Christ,” says Aiden. Apparently, it is. He’s no longer on the edge of orgasm, and he wants to cry.
“Maybe you should see what he wants, then send him his on his way?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t even know how he knows you’re here. No…wait. The little shit. I’m gonna kill Devon next time he shows his face in the pub. He’s worse than a high school sophomore.”
“One of those four guys?” Jake shifts off Aiden to sit next to him.
“No. The drunk slumped at the end of the bar.” Aiden rises, shaking his head. “It’d serve Sean right if I opened the door stark naked.” Dammit, he doesn’t want to deal with his brother right now. He wants to finish what he started. What the fucking hell?
More banging and shouting. “Aiden.”
