Page 13 of Absent Without Leave
“Bottom,” Aiden says on a gasp. “I want to feel you.”
Jake works his way up to three fingers when Aiden finally nods. He rolls on a condom and settles into the vee of Aiden’s legs. Lining up his cock with Aiden’s waiting hole, he pushes in with a satisfied groan. This is heaven on earth. This erases the last vestiges of the cluster fuck of a mission.
Chapter Four
Aiden breathes through Jake’s breach of his body. There’s no pain, just pressure and heat, and it feels so, so good. Jake’s braced over him as he moves, their gazes locked together for the moment. Jake adjusts his angle after every couple of thrusts in search of Aiden’s prostate. He gasps and arches when Jake finds it. His hole clenches. His pulse spikes. His vision whites out. Aiden closes his eyes against the rush of sensation. His cock is hard and thrumming, though he’s not so close to coming that things won’t last a little while longer.
“God, Aiden, yeah…” murmurs Jake, rolling his hips with an easy ebb and flow.
Aiden looks up into Jake’s face; the sunlight brings out the burnished highlights of his dark hair and creates shadows across his cheeks from his eyelashes. The natural light smooths out Jake’s features and gives him an angelic air. His gaze softens as he gazes down at Aiden and crinkles form at the corners of his eyes.
“Hi.”
Aiden’s heart hitches. “Hi,” he whispers. If only he had this for keeps. He’s glad Jake returned, although he still feels like shit about how things went down. But Jake’s obviously not holding a grudge. Aiden knows all about letting things go for the sake of his own sanity, so he lets his self-reproach go.
Aiden rocks into Jake’s thrusts, relishing each one with a grunt to prove it, and allows his hands to wander from Jake’s broad shoulders and down the flexed muscles of his arms. His back is a study in textures under Aiden’s fingers that Aiden posits are scars, and he has a strange urge to kiss them and make them better. Which is ridiculous, of course, because they’re all healed. He continues his journey and discovers the fine layer of fur that covers Jake’s behind. Aiden squeezes both cheeks making Jake jerk in surprise. Aiden chuckles.
Jake leans in and kisses him again, deep and wet this time. Their rhythm begins to speed up and falter, and the kissing becomes less a slide of lips and tongues and more breathless panting.
“I’m getting close,” Jake mutters.
Aiden slides his heels up Jake’s calves and notches them behind Jake’s knees. “Harder then, Jake. C’mon.”
Jake slams into him with enough force to inch him up the bed, but it feels so fucking good. His own arousal is ramping up now, cock leaking against his abs. With one last jerk and a long groan, Jake comes. Aiden relishes the pulsing of Jake’s cock inside him. Aiden snakes a hand between them and fists his aching dick. He strokes once, twice, three times and then shudders through his own orgasm.
Aiden takes Jake’s weight when Jake shifts to resting on his elbows. They kiss lazily for a couple of minutes until their bellies start feeling tacky. Jake pulls out of his body slowly, and Aiden sighs at the loss. He’s missed the closeness with another person that comes from such an intimate act. For him to have shared this with Jake is nothing short of amazing. He’ll deal with his melancholy after Jake returns to Florida. For now, he’ll enjoy whatever Jake’s offering.
Jake goes to the bathroom and returns a few minutes later, sans condom and cleaned up. He hands Aiden a warm washcloth and lies back down. And that’s nice too. Considerate.
Aiden wipes himself down and drops the cloth onto the floor. “I should probably get dressed and go downstairs. The bar isn’t going to open itself.”
“Not necessary. I texted Rick. He’d made arrangements for someone to be on standby. I hope you don’t mind.”
Aiden laughs and then feels the heat slide up his neck and face. “God, no. Although the fact that he knows what I’m up here doing is a little…disconcerting. He’s sorta like my dad, but not really, you know?”
“Hey, it’s not like he had no idea what was going to happen between the two of us. I mean, he told me to text him if things went my way.”
“I know, I know.”
“He threatened bodily harm though. Twice.”
“Oh God.” Aiden covers his face with his hands. His face must be the color of a plum by now.
“Nah. I’m glad someone cares about you that much. I respect that.” Jake tugs one of Aiden’s hands away from his face, and the other one follows. “I’d never intentionally hurt you, you know. How can I thank him for having your back?”
“You don’t have to. Like I said, he’s like my dad. He’s always had it, always will.”
“Nevertheless. Plus, he helped me out this morning, and I’m certainly getting the better end of that deal, so…?”
“Okay…um.” Aiden thinks about the man who filled the void his dad’s death left in his life. Rick’s a simple guy, doesn’t need a lot to make him happy. “Oh—a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue. He buys himself a bottle every year for his birthday, which is in September.”
Jake’s brows arch, but he whistles and says, “Done.”
“I don’t know what to do with myself,” says Aiden, stretching.
“I do.” Jake motions for him to roll over, so Aiden does, smiling when Jake scoots up behind him and slides an arm around his waist.
Aiden’s heart trips. This is so nice. “How long can you stay this time?”
