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“Liar,” Liam reprimands with a laugh before diving in for a lazy kiss.

Something in Aiden’s chest cracks open from the kiss. He angles his head to the left in a silent request for Liam to deepen it. Liam, always the one to please, silently acquiesces by sliding his tongue into Aiden’s waiting mouth.

“Can I suck your dick?” Liam asks against Aiden's mouth, then licks Aiden’s top lip. “Please? I need to taste you.”

Aiden is going todie. He is going to die here in Washington and his cause of death will readLiam Walsh earnestly asked to suck his dick.

Overwhelmed,Aiden incoherently mumbles.

“Yes?”

Aiden just nods. Liam sets him down gently. He trails kissesdown Aiden’s chest as he falls to his knees, staring at Aiden’s half-hard cock like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. The view of Liam on his knees, pink tongue peeking out to lick at his lips, is almost enough to make Aiden come, but he somehow manages to hold back. He knows the best part is yet to come. Liam got good at blowjobs back in college. Liam used to be able to make him come in under five minutes just by learning all the ways that make Aiden keen. He’s the only person that’s ever been able to do that.

The first lick of Liam’s tongue over the head of his cock has him gasping for air and tangling his fingers in Liam’s messy hair.

“Shit,” Aiden curses but he’s unable to look away. Liam smirks around his cock, eyes hooded, and swallows him down whole. “You’re so good at this.”

Liam trembles slightly, sucking harder, so Aiden commits that to memory too. It doesn’t take as long as he thought. Not with the way Liam knows how to get him to the brink. Lick of the head, cheeks hollowed to suck, taking Aiden all the way down until his cock hits the back of Liam’s throat. Then the clincher. The Pièce de résistance. Liam hums with Aiden’s cock all the way down his throat making Aiden come with a ferocity he’s not sure he ever has in his life.

The only thing that stops him from crumbling to the ground are Liam’s hands pinning him to the wall. Liam presses his forehead to Aiden’s thigh, taking shuddering breaths.

“Come up here,” Aiden orders tiredly. “I’ll help get you off.”

“Oh.” Liam looks sheepish, eyes wide as he looks up at Aiden through his eyelashes. “I came already?”

“You came?”

“Yeah, when you did.”

Aiden bites his lip. “Were you touching yourself?”

Liam slowly stands, leaning his weight against Aiden so hecan stay standing, and shakes his head. The sheepish look on his face, slight flush to his cheeks, is enough to make the urge to hold Liam in his arms swell inside him.

“No,” Liam denies softly, bashfully, like he’s a little embarrassed. “I came because you came.”

All the air leaves Aiden’s lungs and he whispers, “Liam.”

Liam reaches one hand up, cups Aiden’s jaw, brushing his thumb along Aiden’s cheek. “I like when you let me take care of you.”

Aiden’s breath catches in his throat. It’s kind of painful because his heart might have skipped far too many beats. Before he can stop himself, he reaches up and tugs Liam down for a gentle kiss. Liam whimpers into it, sounding a little broken. Aiden’s heart goes from elated to broken in the span of a millisecond. The urge to pull Liam inside of him so he can carry him wherever he goes is so great that he feels a little dizzy at the idea. What is the point of anything else if he can’t always have this?

“Liam…” Aiden whispers his name, unsure, a little scared. “Do you ever think…do you ever wonder?—”

“All the time,” Liam interrupts him.

They cling to each other for too long in the shower, just sharing breaths, trading kisses intended for nothing more than kissing just for the sake of needing to be close. Once the water goes cold, they climb out of the shower. They dry each other off because they can’t bear to stop touching one another for even one second. Aiden switches out his contacts for his glasses, smirking when Liam stares at him fondly in the mirror.

The cabin is dark when they leave the bathroom, just the glow of the fairy lights outside filtering through the window.

“I can sleep on the couch.” Liam’s voice is so soft, so hesitant, that it breaks something inside of Aiden. What is he doing to him? He’s so worthless. He thinks back on all the times theyhooked up in college, how he rarely shared a bed with Liam. He thinks about fleeing in the middle of night in September, the night he got the damn tattoo.

Oh god. The tattoo.

He looks down at his wrist then at the bed.

“No, I want to share a bed with you,” Aiden says resolutely.

“Are you sure?” Liam questions him. No anger laces his voice, it’s trepidation, he wants to make sure Aiden has the space he needs. Liam is too good for him. An ache the size of the Grand Canyon opens up inside Aiden’s chest.

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