18. Aiden

Chapter Eighteen

AIDEN

Seth's fingers bit into Aiden's hips, hard and bruising, and he ground their pelvises together in a way that left no room for misunderstanding. The iron bulge of Seth's hard cock pressed against Aiden's zipper. The sudden, illicit thrill was electric. It sent a bolt of lightning straight through Aiden's body, frying his synapses and making him quake.

"Is this what you wanted?" Seth's voice was guttural when he tore their mouths apart. His eyes were practically black with lust, and his breath was coming in a frantic pant against Aiden's damp mouth.

Aiden's lips parted, but no sound came out. He licked them nervously, tasting mint, tasting Seth, and then he was being kissed again. Heat rose inside him, and he moaned, a soft, bleating cry like a wounded animal. The sound was instantly caught and muffled by Seth's kiss. Their tongues tangled, stroking, sliding, battling for dominance. Aiden was being devoured from the inside out, and he loved it. He clung to Seth's neck with one arm, sweating and writhing against him, and then slid his free hand down Seth's chest, reveling in the hard muscle and racing heart beneath his palm.

Seth broke the kiss with a vicious curse.

"Not here," he growled, lifting his head to avoid Aiden’s chasing mouth. He sounded raw. Half-crazed.

"Anywhere," Aiden moaned, closing his eyes in agony.

Seth grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him out of the pavilion, propelling him across the field toward the parking lot. They wended their way through a maze of dark, scattered vehicles, moving fast, desperate for every second they could get.

While Seth unlocked his frozen truck, Aiden slipped a hand into the back pocket of his jeans. He greedily cupped the taut muscle of his perfect ass while Seth leaned in and jacked the passenger seat back as far as it could go. Seth climbed inside and grabbed Aiden by the back of the neck, pulling him down on top of him before slamming the door shut and locking it.

Aiden shifted awkwardly, all elbows and knees until Seth caught him by the thighs and forced his legs wide apart to straddle him.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Seth's breath was ragged between kissing him. He couldn't seem to let go of Aiden's mouth, not even when he reached between their bodies and uncinched Aiden's buckle.

"Want you so bad," Aiden gasped. "Don't stop this time."

"I won't." Seth ripped open his jeans and freed him from his cotton boxers, wrapping his callused fingers around Aiden's aching cock and working it hard.

Precum leaked all over Seth's fingers, slicking them as he scrabbled at his own belt. Aiden had already seen his bare cock, long and beautifully curved, but it looked different hard. It was dark and flushed and fit perfectly lined up against his own. Aiden's cock was dripping, wetting both shafts, as Aiden eagerly reached between them and wrapped both hands around their combined lengths.

"Fuck," Aiden whispered, biting his lip until he tasted blood. "Needed this for so long. Do me. Do me."

Seth growled and bucked into Aiden's squeezing fists. His hands slid to Aiden's ass, raising him up, then tugging his jeans down the backs of his thighs and bunching them behind his knees.

Aiden lifted up to help and accidentally slammed his head on the roof of the truck, knocking his hat askew. He cursed.

Seth chuckled and tossed both their hats onto the back seat before hooking Aiden around the neck and drawing him down for another desperate kiss. Aiden buried his hands in the back of Seth's hair, tangling in the overgrown locks, just like he’d always secretly dreamed of doing.

They were still almost completely dressed. Seth's jeans were open with only his cock exposed, and Aiden was only naked from ass to thigh. But it would have to do; the quarters were too close for them to strip.

Seth hooked Aiden behind the knees, angling him just the way he wanted. He filled both hands with Aiden's ass, spreading him for the cock that felt like a branding iron against Aiden’s skin.

"Whoa," Aiden groaned, leaping up a little as soon as he felt the wet tip nudging against his exposed entrance.

"You can take it," Seth growled in a monstrously ripped voice that sent a spike of lust through Aiden's belly. "I know you want it."

Suddenly, he began to press inside, broader and thicker than anything Aiden had ever imagined. Not that he'd ever imagined it like this. Wondered, maybe. Played a theoretical game—who would he ever trust enough to allow to do him like this? What would it feel like? Would he be able to look himself in the mirror in the morning?

He panicked. "No, no, wait?—"

Seth instantly froze, biceps quaking with the strain of bracing Aiden's full weight on his arms. "No?" he asked, sounding tortured.

Who was Aiden kidding? In all his curious daydreams, Seth was the only man he'd ever been able to imagine taking his ass. The only man who made his stomach twist with lust so strong it made him weak. The only man he could truly be vulnerable around. Aiden had never told him no, and he wasn't about to start now. But he couldn't bring himself to say yes, either. This wasn't just fooling around; they weren't teenagers fumbling in the darkness. They were grown men about to do something that Aiden had only fantasized about in his wildest, most uninhibited moments. There was no going back from something like that.

"Tell me you don't want this," Seth demanded, panting. His voice was a dark, shredded mess against the shell of Aiden's ear. "Say it."

"I do!" Aiden blurted. He hung his head, tucking his face against Seth's neck, sobbing in his need. "I want you. I've fucking always wanted you. But I can't—I can't?—"

"You can," Seth assured him in a low rumble. "You will."

But he always took care of Aiden—he always had—so he wet his fingers in his mouth and slipped two digits inside to stretch him.

Aiden clenched his teeth and pressed his mouth into Seth's neck, tasting the salt on his damp skin. Seth canted his hips and slowly pressed up into him. His first agonized moan was muffled by Seth's throat. The pain was sharp, intrusive, and impossible to ignore. No prep, no lube except spit and a promise and the natural slick of Seth's weeping cock. They were crazy . But just when it felt like Aiden was about to split in two, and he was braced to tell Seth to stop for real, everything changed. Friction suddenly gave way to heat, and the thick, hard length gliding home deep, deep inside him.

"Oh," Aiden breathed, eyes popping wide in surprise. "That's it. Just—just hang on a second."

"Christ," Seth cursed through clenched teeth. He threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as if he were the one in pain. The cords in his neck were distended, the veins standing out angrily beneath his flushed skin. Aiden stared, fascinated, at the wildly flickering pulse in the base of his jaw. He'd always thought of Seth as a god of nature, but right now, he looked so vulnerable, so?—

"Beautiful," he blurted, despite himself.

Seth's eyes flickered open, and the look he gave Aiden took his breath away. He'd never seen such adoration. Never. It siphoned away his pain, acting as a balm to the raw, festering wounds he'd carried in his soul for too long.

"Christ, I fucking love you," Aiden groaned.

He'd never meant to say it aloud. It was the first time he'd even admitted the words to himself, the first time he'd allowed himself to feel them since he was just a boy with a bad case of hero worship.

Maybe Seth hadn't heard him. He didn't reply, but his eyelids shuttered, and then he surged forward to claim Aiden's mouth in a deep, soul-stealing kiss.

His tongue invaded Aiden's mouth just as he thrust into his body, wedging himself as far as he could possibly go. The blunt head of his cock nudged up against a tender spot deep inside, one Aiden had never been aware of before. Sparks bloomed behind his eyes, brighter than the illegal fireworks the good ol' boys were still setting off in the empty field. Aiden rocked his hips, chasing the sensation, hungry for it. Seth helped him by holding him aloft and canting his hips just so , then slamming back into him. He did it again and again, working Aiden's body like a tool for his pleasure.

Neither of them had the patience to make it last.

Aiden threw his head back and rode the whirlwind, hanging onto Seth's shoulders and losing himself in the race to the finish. Sweat trickled down his temples. His shirt clung to his skin, and condensation beaded the fogged windows.

The night outside was frigid, but it was hot as hell inside the truck. The air was so thick and humid that Aiden could hardly breathe. His heart felt like it was going to explode. It was all too much. Each snap of Seth's hips balanced him on the razor's edge of pain and pleasure.

Maybe he was going to die.

"I can't," he kept sobbing, utterly lost. It felt like a piece of his soul was being torn away. "Seth, I can't! I'm not going to survive this."

"I've got you, baby," Seth said hoarsely. "I'll catch you. All you've gotta do is fly."

The cry that tore from Aiden's chest terrified him. He sounded like an animal. No, he was an animal, mindless and helpless, as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over him. He'd never come like this before. He couldn't even spare a hand to jerk himself off; he was too busy clinging to Seth's shoulders so he didn't get washed out to sea. It started as a squeezing sensation deep inside, pulling his balls tight and then exploding. His cock twitched wildly, spurting hot jets of come all over Seth's flannel shirt.

"Fuck, yes," Seth hissed, squeezing his eyes shut and arching, shoving into Aiden to the hilt. His girth seemed to expand, growing even bigger, filling every corner of Aiden and chasing away the shadows. Aiden could feel him throbbing relentlessly, feel the heat that pooled inside him, scalding, burning him clean.

They hung there for what felt like an eternity, clutching at each other and riding out the spasms. When it was over, Aiden collapsed against Seth's chest.

He stayed there for a long, long time.