Spark And Flame (2 page)

Chapter 3

The study was Aiden’s. Of all the rooms in the house, it felt the most like him. The rest of the house felt open and because of the windows, so much of the outside came into the house. It was easy to feel like you were stepping into the woods if you were coming down the stairs and looked in the right direction. Or, in the evenings, you could forget the setting sun and the lake weren’t directly behind you when you were standing in the kitchen. Sometimes, it was jarring for Aiden. Lane loved that about the house and a majority of the time, Aiden felt comfortable and the peacefulness of the house soothed him. It was just those few times when the house didn’t feel like a house…

But never in the study. It was a small room with two brick walls and the treadmill. It felt the most like a “normal” room. It had boundaries and could be closed when he needed to feel more insulated. The only other rooms in the house that provided that were the bathrooms. So, the study became Aiden’s nerve center. Lane appreciated that Aiden kept his crime scene pictures and reports confined to the small room and the door could be shut whenever Lane needed less “work” in the house.

Aiden did enjoy the view of the back lawn and the lake. Especially when it was early spring and unseasonably warm. He set down a report and turned his chair so he could focus his attention on the activity on the other side of the glass. His lips curved dreamily and heat washed over him as Lane dropped a bag of soil next to a planter he just finished building. Lane carrying railroad ties and wielding power tools was distracting but it had become necessary for him to remove his shirt and Aiden knew the research he was attempting was over for the afternoon.

Lane was sweaty and there were smudges of dirt across his stomach and back. He ran his arm across his forehead before reaching into his back pocket. The waist of Lane’s jeans dipped and Aiden’s mouth watered as a hint of the muscular swell of Lane’s ass cheeks were revealed. He bent forward to cut open the bag of soil and Aiden was on his feet. He grimaced as his eyes locked on Lane’s ass and Aiden’s hand went to the hard-on pushing against the front of his jeans.

Water! He could take Lane some water. Aiden nodded as he rushed from the study into the living room and his eyes went back to Lane as he lifted the bag and soil poured into the planter. Aiden regretted all the times he wrinkled his nose as Lane discussed his plans for the garden. He still didn’t care about whatever Lane was planting but he could appreciate all the sweating and exposed flesh. A wicked grin pulled at Aiden’s lips as he reached into the fridge for a bottle of water and he pictured Lane’s naked ass. Lane was mildly obsessed with his tomatoes and Aiden saw a flash of round, ripe fruit and groaned as he reached for the back door. If he couldn’t get Lane in the shower soon…

Aiden squinted as he stepped out into the sun and Lane smiled as he looked over his shoulder. Aiden waved the bottle as he skipped down the steps and onto the lawn and Lane nodded as he tugged off a pair of gloves and Aiden bit his lip to keep from telling Lane to keep them on.

“I thought you could use a break,” Aiden said as he handed the bottle to Lane and he laughed softly as he twisted the cap off. The muscles in his forearm twisted and Aiden felt a little lightheaded as the smell of Lane’s sun warmed, sweat coated, dirt smeared skin flooded his senses.

“I want to get these planters filled so I can return Chief’s truck,” Lane said as his head tilted toward the truck parked at the edge of the driveway. There were several bags of soil stacked in the bed and Aiden cursed under his breath.

“A quick shower couldn’t hurt,” Aiden muttered and Lane raised a brow before lifting the bottle to his lips. Aiden’s body tightened as Lane’s head tilted back and a drop of water rolled down his chin. Aiden followed it down Lane’s neck and his eyes continued down Lane’s pecs and the ridges of his stomach. He was tempted to catch the drop with the tip of his tongue.

“Why would I take a quick shower now when I’d come out and get even dirtier as soon as I was done?” Lane asked and Aiden’s eyes flicked rapidly between the truck and the house as he tried to find a logical reason.

“Ummm… UV rays?” He offered and Lane’s head pulled back.

“What?” He was fighting not to laugh as he stepped closer to Aiden.

“You should probably put on some sunscreen and you don’t want to do that with your skin covered in sweat and dirt,” Aiden said as Lane’s lips twitched and Aiden frowned. It sounded like a real thing. “I read that it’s not just for the summer, you know?” He added and Lane hummed thoughtfully.

“What’s not just for the summer?” He asked as his hand slid beneath Aiden’s t-shirt and splayed against his back.

“Sunscreen,” Aiden murmured as he angled his head and went ahead and groaned as their lips brushed and Lane’s body pressed against his. “Fuck. Just come in the house and let me run my hands and lips all over your body in the shower,” he begged and Lane growled softly as he nibbled on Aiden’s lip.

“Can’t,” he breathed and Aiden whimpered as he felt Lane’s cock dig into his thigh.

“Sure, you can,” Aiden argued as his fingers traced the groove down the center of Lane’s stomach. Their tongues flicked playfully and Lane’s lips tasted slightly salty with a hint of mint and Aiden’s fingers curled around the waistband of Lane’s jeans. “I need to taste your cock and your ass. Now,” he urged and Lane was taut and his skin became slicker.

“Give me an hour,” he said. “I have to get those bags out of the truck and drive it back over,” Lane murmured against Aiden’s lips. “You could take off your shirt and give me a hand,” he suggested and Aiden shook his head.

“I don’t want to do that but I’ll watch you work and have a bath ready when you get home,” he said and Lane laughed into his mouth as his hand slid into Aiden’s hair. His tongue was demanding as it swept through Aiden’s mouth.

“Fine. But you’re cleaning up the bathroom,” he stipulated and Aiden blinked in confusion.

“Why would I need to clean the bathroom?” He asked and Lane grinned.

“Don’t you remember how much water was on the floor after the last time we fucked in the tub?” He asked and Aiden nodded. “I’m going to fuck you really hard. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s more water on the floor than in the tub when I’m through,” Lane warned and Aiden shook his head.

“Forget the tub, then. We’ll take a shower and fuck there or in the bed,” he decided and Lane snorted.

“You’re almost thirty-five and you’re like a lazy teenager,” he said and Aiden shrugged as he pecked at Lane’s lips.

“Do I fuck like a lazy teenager?” He asked and Lane shook his head.

“Excellent,” Aiden announced as he raised his head and took a step back. “Then you don’t have too much to complain about. I’m going to try and work while I wait,” he said and a flash of light caught his eyes and they flicked to the right and narrowed. Someone was watching them from the walkway along the edge of the lake and the sun reflected off what Aiden suspected was a camera. “I think that person is taking pictures of us,” Aiden said as he raised his hand to shield his eyes so he could see better and the person turned and quickly walked along the sidewalk, away from the house.

“Probably just someone out getting pictures of the lake,” Lane said and Aiden’s brows pulled together.

“The camera was pointed at us,” he insisted and Lane shrugged.

“If I was walking along and saw two guys making out, I might get curious and use my camera to get a better look and maybe take a picture,” he said and Aiden shook his head.

“That’s very unlikely. You’d consider it a violation of privacy and borderline illegal,” he said and Lane gave him a flat look.

“Stop being paranoid and let me get back to work,” he grumbled and Aiden’s lips twisted as he considered.

“What did I do?” He asked and Lane shook his head.

“Nothing. You’re probably right,” he muttered. “I just wish you’d pretend I wasn’t uptight and boring now and then,” Lane said as he stalked away from Aiden.

“You know I’m not good at pretending,” Aiden said as he followed Lane up the lawn and he glared at him. Aiden grabbed his back pocket, halting him. Aiden purred softly as his tongue slid between Lane’s shoulder blades. He tasted salty and just a little sweet and Aiden wouldn’t have minded tracing Lane’s spine with his tongue until it found the cleft of his ass. “I don’t think you’re boring,” he murmured and Lane’s chest locked. “I love that you’re so tight,” he added and there was a hoarse laugh.

“I said ‘uptight’,” Lane said and Aiden’s lips curved as they brushed over Lane’s shoulder.

“You’re really tight too,” Aiden said and he heard Lane curse.

“Half an hour and you had better be naked when I get back,” Lane stated and Aiden chuckled as he stepped past Lane and walked toward the back door.

“I can manage to have my lazy ass naked in half an hour,” Aiden announced and Lane waved as he went to the truck.

Chapter 4

“What do you think about me getting a motorcycle?” Lane asked as he peeled off his t-shirt and dropped it into the hamper. Aiden reached into the shower and turned on the water as he did his best to comprehend Lane’s question. If Lane was asking what his thoughts were, it must be because Lane assumed he would object. If he was anticipating a positive reaction, Lane would have simply declared his wish to purchase a motorcycle. Did he actually wish to purchase a motorcycle? Lane had never mentioned wanting one before. Was this related to Lane’s belief that he was boring and uptight? Was he questioning his virility?

“Why?” It was the best Aiden could do as a torrent of questions rushed through his brain. Lane tried to shrug as he stripped off his jeans and Aiden leaned against the bathroom counter as he waited. He was naked and waiting, as requested, when Lane returned from dropping off Chief’s truck.

“I saw one on the way back and I thought it might be cool,” he said and Aiden’s lips pulled tight.

“In what sense?” He asked as he opened the shower door and pushed Lane through.

“I thought I could get something like McQueen, a retro looking cafe racer,” he said as he tilted his head back and let the water wash down his neck and chest. Aiden chewed on his lip as he reached for a bottle of shower gel.

“Do you think a lightweight, small-engined motorcycle would be an ideal mode of transportation? Or, do you wish to be more like Steve McQueen?” He asked and Lane laughed.

“Most guys want to be like McQueen,” Lane said and Aiden shook his head as his hands became slick from the gel as they slid over Lane’s skin.

“He died from a really aggressive form of cancer at fifty,” Aiden said and Lane grabbed Aiden’s face and pulled it to his.

“He was iconically cool on a Triumph in
The Great Escape,”
he explained and Aiden did his best to remember the film and the scene with the motorcycle as Lane’s lips pressed against his.

“You’re twenty-six times more likely than a passenger car occupant to die in a crash per vehicle mile traveled on a motorcycle,” Aiden murmured against Lane’s lips and he sagged.

“I wouldn’t ride it all the time. Just on weekends and now and then to the station,” he reasoned but Aiden didn’t see how just being a lot more likely to die on the weekends and the occasional weekday was “cool”.

“Motorcyclists are six times more likely to die than people who drive cars,” Aiden replied and Lane groaned.

“How do I always come off as boring and uptight when your half of the conversation is like having a chat with a robot?” He asked and Aiden frowned as he scrubbed Lane’s hair.

“I don’t like when you compare me to a robot,” he said and Lane pulled Aiden with him as he stepped under the water to rinse.

“I’m trying to figure out if I’d look cool on a motorcycle and you keep giving me scary statistics,” he explained and Aiden dipped his head and lapped at Lane’s neck.

“Who are you trying to look cool for?” He asked and Lane shrugged.

“Just in general,” he replied as his hands glided down Aiden’s back until they closed around his ass. “Would you think it was hot if I came home on a motorcycle?” He pulled Aiden hard against him and their erections ground against each other and Aiden hummed as he nibbled on Lane’s jaw.

“I have never worried about your hydration,” Aiden stated and Lane raised his head and brow as he looked at Aiden.

“Excuse me?” He asked and Aiden pushed Lane against the glass.

“I didn’t bring you a bottle of water earlier because I was concerned with your level of hydration,” Aiden said as he dropped to his knees. “You, working on your garden was very distracting. When you took off your shirt, I found it impossible to focus on my work and it became imperative that I get you naked and have sex with you as quickly as possible,” he explained as his hands pushed up Lane’s stomach. Aiden curved his tongue around Lane’s cock and sighed happily as it slid up his length.

“Shit. That’s so good,” Lane whispered as his fingers slipped through the wet strands of Aiden’s hair and curved around his head. “You thought the gardening was hot?” He asked and Aiden chuckled as his hand wrapped around Lane’s length and he pressed his face into his sack.

“Everything, Lane,” Aiden said then sucked at Lane’s tissue-soft flesh and he hissed. “Everything you do makes me want you,” he said then smiled as Lane rose on his toes as Aiden’s fingers slipped into the cleft of his ass. “Turn,” he ordered and Lane quickly spun and pressed his chest against the glass. Aiden parted his cheeks and they both moaned as his tongue swept over Lane’s puckered hole. Aiden sucked hungrily and flicked and probed with his tongue until Lane begged him for more. Aiden reached for a bottle of lube and Lane groaned in relief as two of Aiden’s fingers pushed into his tightness. “I would think you were incredibly attractive if you came home on a giant banana,” Aiden said and Lane’s laugh was more of a gasp as Aiden found his prostate and massaged firmly. “But I just prefer that you came home and you’re less likely to do that on a motorcycle,” he said then smiled as a plan formed. His fingers slipped from Lane’s clenching passage and they were slick as they traced his hole.

“Aiden…” Lane sighed as he became impatient. Aiden continued teasing Lane’s entrance as his lips brushed back and forth over one of Lane’s cheeks.

“I don’t think I should fuck you until we’ve come to a decision about the motorcycle,” he said silkily and a ragged groan escaped Lane.

“Why do we have to decide now?” He whined against the glass and Aiden hummed sympathetically as his fingers swirled slowly around Lane’s hole.

“I’d miss this a lot if you were dead,” he said and Lane attempted a sarcastic laugh but it failed when Aiden bit into his muscled flesh. “I have more leverage if I use this as an opportunity to prevent you from getting a motorcycle,” Aiden said and Lane’s head whipped toward Aiden.

“What?” He asked in disbelief. “Why can’t we have a calm, adult conversation about this?” Lane asked and Aiden shook his head as his fingers pressed against Lane’s entrance and he began to shake.

“You chose to bring it up as we were getting in the shower,” Aiden said and Lane bit his lip. “I don’t want you to get a motorcycle and you want me to fuck you. I believe there is a solution.” He slowly pushed into Lane’s tight passage and his hips twitched as he tried to ride Aiden’s fingers.

“Come on!” He whimpered. “You’re not even giving the idea much thought. If we could just talk about this, you’d see that it’s not as dangerous as you’re imagining,” Lane argued shakily and Aiden pressed his fingertips against Lane’s prostate and applied steady pressure. He didn’t stroke or rub and there was an urgent throb and Lane gasped as he rested his forehead against the glass.

“You know better than to suggest I’ve imagined something,” Aiden said then pressed a kiss to the base of Lane’s spine. His body trembled and Aiden savored the feel of it beneath his lips. He’d do much worse to keep Lane safe and healthy. “You’ve been a cop long enough to know how dangerous motorcycles are, even for experienced riders. How many accidents have you seen?” Aiden asked and Lane groaned.

“A lot,” he admitted as he writhed on Aiden’s hand. “But I wouldn’t…” Lane’s jaw fell as Aiden ground his fingers.

“If this was something you were actually invested in, I might consider but this is a whim, Lane,” Aiden said gently. “A dangerous whim. I love you so much and I think you’d be sacrificing your safety for the sake of your confidence. You don’t need a motorcycle to make me want you more,” he promised as he started to stroke firmly. “You make me so hard. I’m so hard right now,” Aiden breathed against Lane’s skin and goosebumps spread under Aiden’s lips. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I want you,” he said and Lane nodded quickly.

“Ok,” he whispered urgently. “I won’t get the motorcycle. Just fuck me really hard, right now!” He begged and Aiden was on his feet, stroking lube over his erection and lining it up with Lane’s tight hole in one swift movement.

“Thank you,” Aiden ground out as he pushed into Lane’s clenching heat. “All I want is you. More of you,” he said as he rocked his hips and Lane raised his hands above his head and grabbed the edge of the glass. Aiden drove hard and Lane screamed.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” He cried and Aiden shook his head as he curved his body around Lane’s and rose on the balls of his feet.

“Never,” he panted. “I can’t stop,” Aiden said as he thrust hard and deep. Aiden let go and lost himself in the relentless need that swelled within him. Lane was mindless as he hung from his fingertips, demanding more as he squeezed Aiden ruthlessly, pulling him into hot slick warm heaven. Aiden leaned back and planted his hand on the tile behind him as his hips slammed into Lane’s ass and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoed through the bathroom and merged with their gasps, moans, grunts and curses.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck!” Lane cried as his head fell back and his eyes rolled. His body arched and Aiden clenched his jaw as his cock was gripped mercilessly. “Fuck!” Lane’s body jumped and the muscles around Aiden’s length rippled and his vision blurred as his release rushed upon him. Aiden’s sack pulled tight as heat, pressure and pleasure slammed into the base of his shaft and his nerves twisted. “Fuck,” Lane exhaled weakly as ropes of come burst from the end of his cock and splashed against the glass. Aiden jerked as he screamed Lane’s name then bucked hard before his body locked. Everything was bright and heat rolled through Aiden and he was pulsing oranges and reds as he spilled his soul deep in Lane’s ass. Lane hissed and twitched as Aiden continued to pump molten come into his passage. He waited until Aiden stopped shaking to let go of the glass. “Jesus,” he slurred as he stumbled back and Aiden laughed as he caught him.

“I had to make it really good,” Aiden panted as he waited for his chest to stop heaving. “I was taking the motorcycle away from you,” he said and Lane shrugged as he turned in Aiden’s arms and smiled as he found his lips.

“It was a stupid idea. I’m pretty much over it,” he said and Aiden snorted as Lane guided their bodies back under the water. “I’d rather come home and ride you,” Lane decided as Aiden shut off the water.

“I like that idea much better,” he mumbled against Lane’s lips.

They quickly dried each other off and Aiden sighed happily as they fell onto the bed. Lane pressed a quick kiss to Aiden’s lips before he rolled and reached for his laptop on the bedside table. Aiden pouted as he followed and nibbled on Lane’s shoulder.

“You said you’d fuck me really hard,” he grumbled as his hand slid around Lane’s waist. Lane covered it with his and laughed as he shook his head.

“I’m going to need a little bit longer to recover,” he said and Aiden grinned wickedly.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t entertain myself,” he said as he tried to roll Lane but he didn’t budge. “What are you doing?” Aiden asked as he looked over Lane’s shoulder.

“Searching for a giant banana,” Lane announced.