If it was possible to die from happiness, Oliver was about to flatline. It felt so good to have Aiden in his arms again. When he’d decided to leave, it was like the world had grayed around him, but now it was back to full color. The sunshine seemed brighter, and the warmth of Aiden’s body set his nerve endings on fire. Even the soapy-sweet smell of his skin seemed sharper. Oliver buried his face in Aiden’s curls and breathed deeply, trying to soak him in.
But Aiden was apparently too impatient to allow that for long. He found Oliver’s mouth again and drew him into a deep kiss. The emotion behind it left Oliver breathless. He didn’t care that they were making out in the middle of Aiden’s living room. He wrapped his arms around Aiden and pulled Aiden firmly against him.
Aiden gasped and murmured something against his mouth.
Between kisses, Oliver asked, “What?”
“I said I’m so glad you didn’t leave.” Aiden leaned away and looked at him with eyes that were bright crystal blue in the morning light. “I love you. I never want to let you go.”
Oliver cupped his face with one hand while the other settled on his waist. “I’m here. Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“Later.” Aiden took both of Oliver’s hands and stepped back, tugging him along. “Right now, I want you. I want to be as close to you as I can be. Is that okay?”
Oliver, who had been fighting back a rising tide of desire since he’d walked through the door, followed without complaint. “Your parents aren’t home?”
“They’re at work. We have the whole place to ourselves.” Aiden led him to his bedroom. The curtains were drawn, letting sunlight spill over the furniture and bed.
Before Oliver could do more than take his shoes off, Aiden took him by the shoulders and guided him back, pushing him onto the bed. Oliver recognized that move: he’d done the same thing to Aiden the first time they’d had sex.
Oliver propped himself up on his elbows. “I like this assertiveness.” Aiden’s duvet had been heated by the sun. It felt amazing, as warm and welcoming as the man in front of him.
“Good.” Aiden stood in front of him, their knees almost touching. With a grin, he fingered his belt. “Because you’re going to be seeing a lot more of it.” He undid the buckle in one smooth movement but didn’t remove the whole thing. Instead, he opted to leave it hanging in the loops while he worked open his fly. The bulge between his legs was visible long before he unzipped.
Oliver’s mirth melted away and was replaced with raw need. “Shit.” His eyes roved over Aiden from head to toe. Aiden seemed content to let him look. He even hooked one of his thumbs into a front pocket, which pushed his jeans down farther and drew attention to his clothed erection.
Oliver swallowed. “That has no right to be as hot as it is. When did you become a sex god?”
“What can I say?” Aiden stepped between Oliver’s spread legs. “You bring it out in me.”
Suddenly, the amount of clothing Oliver was wearing seemed unacceptable. That needed to be fixed now. He whipped his shirt off and tossed it away like it was on fire. Aiden took the cue and did the same, only he made a spectacle of it. He moved slowly, peeling his shirt off his frame. Oliver nearly salivated. Aiden wasn’t as broad as him, but lacrosse had made him rip-cord lean. Tight and compact, but still with a fair amount of muscle.
Oliver couldn’t decide where to look. Luckily, Aiden made the decision for him. He pushed his pants down to his thighs, underwear and all. It occurred to Oliver, as Aiden’s cock bobbed up and slapped his stomach, that he hadn’t given it the attention it deserved last time. Seeing it standing straight out from Aiden’s groin, glistening at the ruddy head, made his mouth water.
He reached out to touch it, but Aiden pushed his hand away. “Not yet.” He slipped his fingers down Oliver’s bare stomach, pausing to swirl one around the ocean tattoo, and went for Oliver’s jeans. It took everything Oliver had to not rut against Aiden’s hand when it came close to his cock.
The zipper seemed to burst open, the pressure from Oliver’s erection was so great. He lifted his hips so Aiden could slide his clothing down, leaving him bare. He expected Aiden to pull them all the way off, but as soon as his cock was free, Aiden eyed it in a hungry way that made Oliver’s blood hot.
Before Oliver could react, Aiden lowered his head and licked a long, wet stripe up the underside of Oliver’s cock. Oliver jolted like he’d been shocked. Fuck, he was more turned on than he’d thought. He actually felt his dick twitch against Aiden’s tongue.
Aiden sucked in a breath and made like he was going to sink his mouth down on Oliver’s cock.
Oliver collected the tattered remains of his self-restraint and waved him off. “No, wait. Don’t.”
Aiden froze, mouth hovering inches away. “Sorry. Was that not good?”
His breath tickled the head of Oliver’s dick, making him shudder. “That’s phenomenal. But I’m way too turned on for that. I don’t want to come too soon, and we shouldn’t do anything without a condom.”
“Oh, okay.” Aiden bit his lip sheepishly, but when he met Oliver’s gaze, he was grinning. “Sorry about that. You looked so good, I couldn’t resist.”
Oliver groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me. Get up here.” He didn’t wait for Aiden to comply. He sat up, grabbed him under each arm, and hauled him onto the bed. Aiden laughed but quickly grew serious once their faces got close. Oliver lay back, settling Aiden’s weight on top of him, and stroked his sides.
“See?” Oliver breathed. “I don’t always end up on top.”
Aiden nodded, breath coming in pants. He kicked his clothing the rest of the way off, and Oliver followed suit. The skin-to-skin contact added a level of intimacy that made Oliver’s head spin.
When he leaned in for another kiss, Aiden met him halfway. His bare chest felt so good on top of Oliver, not to mention how it felt when Aiden slotted their hips together and thrust gently. The motion was unhurried, as if they had all day, but Oliver wasn’t in the mood to draw this out. He was naked in bed with the man he loved. He wanted to be as close to Aiden as he could get.
Aiden shifted, and his hard, leaking cock brushed up against Oliver’s just right. Oliver officially ran out of patience. He grabbed Aiden by the ass and hauled him closer as if he were weightless. “Come here.”
Aiden whimpered and straddled him, thighs spread wide on either side of Oliver’s hips. “You’re strong.”
“Consider it payback for that time on the roof.”
Chuckling, Aiden bent down and kissed along Oliver’s jaw to his throat. One hand found its way into Oliver’s hair and tugged gently, getting him to expose more of his neck. Oliver squeezed Aiden’s ass in encouragement until Aiden sucked on a mouthful of skin.
Oliver moaned and wriggled under Aiden’s body. “That’s good. Do it again, but lower this time.”
Aiden obeyed, kissing down Oliver’s shoulder until he reached his collarbone. “I remember when you bit me here before. Like this?” He mouthed it once with soft lips before his teeth latched on.
“Ah, perfect.” Oliver was fighting the urge to rock his hips against Aiden, desperate as he was for friction. “Keep going. Please.”
Aiden kissed down his chest, and to Oliver’s delight, he gave one of his nipples a tentative flick of his tongue. Oliver moaned encouragingly. Aiden rolled his tongue over it while his hand found the other one and brushed it with the pad of his thumb.
Oliver couldn’t hold off any longer. He was rock-hard, trembling with pleasure, and he had a beautiful, naked man on top of him. If they didn’t have sex soon, he was going to faint.
Which brought Oliver to a question he’d been meaning to ask.
Oliver wet his dry lips. “Do you want to top this time?”
Aiden looked up at him and popped off his nipple. “You mean it?”
“Yeah. I’m sure there are lots of things you want to try.”
“Do you want me to top, or are you offering to be fair?”
Oliver shrugged. “I don’t care how we have sex. I’ll take you any way you like.”
“In that case . . .” Aiden’s mischievous grin was back. “I do want to top. But maybe not in the way you’re thinking.”
Frowning, Oliver was about to ask for clarification, when Aiden opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom and a brand-new bottle of lube.
He tossed the condom to Oliver. “Mind putting this on?”
Oliver didn’t need to be told twice. He tore it open and was about to roll it on when he happened to glance at Aiden. Aiden had coated his fingers with lube and reached behind himself. Oliver couldn’t see his hand, but judging by the way his breathing quickened and his eyes clenched shut, it wasn’t hard to guess what Aiden was doing.
A frisson of arousal ran the length of Oliver’s body before settling between his legs. Shit, that was hot. “You want some help with that?”
Aiden made a soft, needy sound and shook his head. “Won’t take long. Since we had sex the first time, I’ve been practicing.”
Fuck. Oliver was going to burst. He didn’t think it was possible to come from so little contact, but if it was, he was dangerously close to finding out. He had to take several deep breaths before he was willing to risk touching himself long enough to put the condom on. After that, he kept his eyes on the ceiling and did long division in his head, though nothing could drown out the small, pleasured noises Aiden was making as he worked himself open.
After a moment, Oliver heard a slick sound, and the moaning stopped. He chanced a glance at Aiden. “Need me to do anything?”
“Stay there.” Aiden shuffled up his body until their cocks were flush. “You’re right where I want you.”
“Oh fuck.” Oliver whimpered as he realized what Aiden had planned. “You’re going to ride me, aren’t you?”
“If it’s all right with you.”
“Fuck yeah.” Oliver took the lube, added some to his hand, and slicked his cock before holding the base. “Go slow, okay? You have more control like this, but you shouldn’t try to take me all at once.”
Aiden nodded, raising onto his haunches. He lined himself up with Oliver’s cock, and his hand joined Oliver’s at the base. Together, they held Oliver steady as Aiden lowered himself. The head of Oliver’s cock met with some resistance, but after a second, it popped past the ring of muscles and into velvety heat.
Oliver groaned helplessly. He grabbed Aiden’s thighs and squeezed, feeling his muscles. They were taut from the effort of holding him steady. “Fuck, Aiden, that’s perfect.”
Aiden’s eyes were half-lidded, his lips kiss reddened and parted as he panted for breath. “I want more.”
“Go slow. I mean it. You— Ah.” Despite Oliver’s warning, Aiden thrust his hips downward and took almost all of Oliver at once. Oliver couldn’t find it in himself to be angry; it felt so incredible. His eyes slammed shut, and his head fell back. “Jesus. Don’t move.”
“I can take it.”
“Maybe you can, but I need a minute.” Oliver moved his hands to Aiden’s hips and held him still in case he got any ideas about disobeying. Oliver couldn’t believe how close he was to coming, and they were only getting started. “Good. So good. I—”
Aiden touched Oliver’s face. “Look at me.”
Oliver cracked an eye open.
He leaned down and kissed the corner of Oliver’s mouth. “You’re amazing.”
“You too.” He turned his face to catch Aiden’s lips.
Smiling, Aiden ground his hips in a slow circle. “Can I move now?”
“Yeah, but please, go slow.”
Aiden mercifully obeyed, sinking the rest of the way down on Oliver’s cock and pausing to adjust before he made an experimental gyrating movement. He steadied himself with a hand on Oliver’s chest and lifted up, thigh muscles flexing beautifully, only to cant down again.
Oliver watched his cock slide in and out of Aiden’s body with nothing short of wonder. “That’s perfect. You can go faster when you’re ready. Figure out what feels good.”
Aiden whimpered and rocked his hips shallowly. “Everything feels good. It’s hard to concentrate. I dunno if I can make this last.”
“Thank God, because I sure as hell can’t.”
Aiden started moving faster, working himself up and down on Oliver’s dick. He switched rhythms every minute or so, trying to find what worked for him. Oliver, for the most part, was happy to lie back and let him experiment, but he kept his hands on Aiden’s hips, guiding him when he faltered. Pleasure was clouding his brain with every thrust. He hoped Aiden really was close, because he was hanging on by a thread.
Almost as soon as he thought that, Oliver rolled his hips up without meaning to, and Aiden cried out as Oliver’s cock slid deeply into him.
“Oh fuck.” Oliver sat up a bit. “Did I hurt you? Was that too much?”
“No, it was good.” Aiden grasped at his shoulders and trembled. “That angle . . . Do that again.”
Oliver sucked in a breath. “Like this?” He rolled his hips, like he had before, setting a steady rhythm. When Aiden sank down on Oliver’s cock, Oliver pushed up, fucking him hard.
Aiden let out a sound so loud and resonant Oliver felt it in his bones. “Fuck. Oliver, yes. Don’t stop. That’s feels— I’m so— Oh God.”
Now that they knew what to do, they set a furious pace. Soon they were both moaning, sweat dripping between their bodies. At some point, Oliver gripped Aiden’s cock and pumped him sloppily.
After a particularly hard thrust, Aiden convulsed on top of him. Oliver thought he was coming and pulled his hand away, but Aiden merely shivered. “Oliver, I’m close. I’m so close. I need . . .” He made a frustrated sound. “I don’t know what I need, but I’m right there.”
Oliver sat up, bringing Aiden into his lap, and kissed him. Aiden was still moving, but it was more of a grind now. He was whimpering and shaking, his cock leaking freely. Oliver had never seen someone suspended this close to orgasm before. From his flushed skin to his damp curls, Aiden was lewd and beautiful.
“Whatever you want, Aiden.” Oliver kissed as much of him as he could reach, speaking against his skin. “I’ll do anything. Want me to suck you off? Or keep fucking you until you come?” He reached between their slick bodies and took hold of Aiden’s cock again. This time, he stroked him in earnest.
Aiden made a helpless noise. “I want . . . I want . . .” He swallowed, and his eyes cleared. He picked up the rhythm again, fucking himself in Oliver’s lap. “Say it. I want to hear it.”
It took Oliver a moment to get what Aiden meant—he was a little distracted, after all—but as soon as he realized what Aiden wanted, fire swept through him. “I love you, Aiden. I love you so much.”
Aiden cried out, sounding utterly shattered, and a second later, he came all over Oliver’s stomach. His rhythm fell apart at the same time, and the noises that dripped from his lips were sweet as honey.
Oliver was convinced the sight of Aiden alone could have tipped him over the edge, but it helped that he’d been close for what felt like years. Whatever the cause, Oliver’s orgasm descended on him. It hit so hard and fast, his vision blurred. He had a vague memory of thrusting up into Aiden one final time, and then his body stiffened. The pleasure that ripped through him blotted out all thought.
He had no idea how much time actually passed, but when he came back down, he’d fallen onto the mattress with Aiden on top of him. They were both breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in a pattern similar to their sex.
Oliver might have lain there for the rest of his life, but after a minute, Aiden stirred.
“Fuck,” he said, seemingly to himself, before he slid carefully off Oliver and rolled to the side. “That was so intense.”
Oliver grunted in agreement. “Getting you to curse is how I know I’ve done my job.”
Aiden lay flat on his back, hands folded over his sweaty chest, and didn’t respond.
Oliver summoned up the strength to remove the condom and throw it in Aiden’s bedside trash can before he snuggled up to Aiden’s side. “You all right?”
“Yeah. Better than all right.”
“You look like you’re thinking about something.”
“Honestly?” Aiden wet his lips. “I don’t want to be cliché, but I was thinking that I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Oliver kissed his cheek, heart fluttering. “You liked being on top, huh?”
“That’s not what I mean.” Aiden rolled onto his side to face him. “Obviously, I haven’t slept with anyone but you, but even I can tell what we have is different. I’ve masturbated before. I’ve given myself really good orgasms. But that. That was . . .” He trailed off like he couldn’t find the words.
“Yeah.” Oliver closed his eyes and pressed their sweaty brows together. “I’d heard before that sex is better when you’re in love, but I thought that was a myth. A fairy tale.”
“So—” Aiden trailed a finger down his chest “—I take it you’ve never been in love before?”
Oliver opened his eyes. “Not like this. Feels like a dream. Aiden Kingsman is finally mine.”
“I know exactly what you mean.”
For a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, they lay together, quiet and satiated.
Eventually, Aiden yawned, his dark eyelashes drooping over his eyes. “I could sleep for a year.”
“Same, but we can’t. This is what we get for always having day sex. What if your mom decides to surprise us with lunch again?”
Aiden’s eyes flew open. “I’m awake.”
Oliver laughed. “We should talk about what happened. But first, come here.” He slipped a hand under Aiden and pulled him against his chest, wrapping his arms around him. “Much better.”
“Did I mention it’s really hot how you can move me around like that?” Aiden wriggled against Oliver. “I might return the favor later.”
“I know you can.” Oliver skimmed a hand down Aiden’s back. “I still remember you doing that to me on the roof, the first time we kissed. You inspired me.”
Aiden made a small sound. “Keep touching me like that, and there’s going to be a round two.”
“Tempting. We really should talk, though. What happened with you and Max this morning?”
“We talked everything out. It’s not all fixed, but we’ll get there. What about you? What did he say when he showed up to stop you from leaving? Was your mom mad?”
“Max gave a stirring speech. I was actually impressed. And Mom was more irritated than mad. She’ll get over it when I tell her the good news.”
“News?”
“Yeah, that I have a boyfriend I’m crazy about.” He kissed Aiden’s cheek. “Unless you’re not ready to make it official?”
“Oh, I’m ready. I want to skywrite it over New York City. My parents will be thrilled too, you know. They love you.”
“And I love your whole family. That’s why I was so scared when I thought I was causing problems.”
Aiden shook his head. “You weren’t. You were a huge help, actually. And on a personal note, I’m glad we went through all those ups and downs, because it helped me grow into someone who can be in a real relationship.”
“Same. I didn’t realize how much baggage from my parents I was holding on to.” Oliver chewed on his bottom lip, thinking. “It’s funny: I always kind of thought they gave me warped ideas of what love and marriage are, but now I see they taught me how to tell when something is real. When it’s worth fighting for.”
Aiden made a contented humming sound. “Looks like we all learned something. I dunno about you, but I’m excited for the rest of summer.”
“Absolutely. It’s gonna be a whole different ball game now that we’re no longer split into teams. It’s not the Kingsman twins and Oliver anymore, or us as a couple and then Max. We’re Oliver, Aiden, and Max. Three separate people.”
“If I had a drink, I’d say cheers to that. There’s one more thing to consider, though.”
“What’s that?”
Aiden turned his head to look at him. “What are we going to do when the summer ends? Max and I will be heading back to Westchester, and you’ll be in the city. We aren’t going to be able to see each other easily.”
Oliver shrugged. “I’m willing to make it work if you are.”
“I’m willing. It just kinda feels like yet another roadblock in our way.”
“It’s a temporary one, though. I can see it now. We can visit each other on weekends when we’re free, and we’ll have time off for Thanksgiving. Same for winter break and then spring break. After that, it’ll be summer again. We’ll only have to go a month at a time max without seeing each other, and in the meantime, there’s Skype.” He grinned. “And phone sex.”
Aiden laughed. “That does have a certain ring to it.”
“Plus, after next year, you’re transferring, right? Brooklyn and Queens aren’t that far away. We’ll be able to see each other whenever we want.”
“That’s true. I’ll finally learn to take the subway without getting lost.”
Oliver hesitated, drawing little soothing patterns on Aiden’s skin with his fingers. “You know, since we’re talking about the future . . .”
Aiden quirked a brow. “Yes?”
“I live with my mom right now. The city’s too expensive for me to get my own place. I was thinking . . . if we’re still going strong in a year, we could get a place together. Somewhere between our schools, maybe.”
Aiden inhaled sharply. “You mean it?”
“Only if you’re not freaked out. If you’re freaked, then I’m totally joking.”
“I think it sounds like a great idea.” Aiden put one of his hands over Oliver’s. “It might be a bit soon to think about that, but a year from now? Absolutely. If we can survive long-distance, then I bet we can survive anything. Do you suppose the time will fly or drag?”
Oliver thought about it for a second. “Both. The times we’re apart will be agonizing, but that will make the reunions all the sweeter. And hey, we’ve waited this long. What’s one more year?”
A smile spread across Aiden’s face, warm and golden as a new day. “You’re worth waiting for.”
In that moment, Oliver felt such perfect, complete happiness, he could scarcely breathe.