Hide And Keep (7 page)

Chapter 7

There was a faint buzzing and Aiden pulled his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie and frowned as he read something. He replaced it and stared out the window. Lane reached over and rubbed Aiden’s shoulder.

“Hey, I said we didn’t have to run outside anymore.” He said gently. Aiden looked at Lane and nodded weakly.

“I know.” He said softly. Lane’s brow’s pulled together.

“What’s wrong?” Lane asked and Aiden shook his head.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” He lied. Lane stopped at the light and reached for Aiden’s chin and turned him so he could see his eyes.

“You’re not fine. You’ve been weird since the run.” Lane argued and Aiden snorted as he looked back out the window.

“I’m always weird, Lane.” He mumbled. Lane shook his head.

“Right. But this is bad weird.” He said and Aiden’s head swung back around.

“Bad weird? You’re implying that there’s a good weird.” He said cautiously. Lane smiled and shrugged.

“I’ve gotten used to your other weird, it’s grown on me. Its good weird. But now, you’re withdrawn and… tense.” Lane explained. He heard Aiden whisper “Good weird” and he smiled. It made Lane feel better. Aiden’s phone buzzed again and Lane saw him freeze and his jaw clench. “Is that it? Is something wrong in D.C.?” Lane asked. Aiden shook his head quickly.

“Not in D.C..” He whispered. Lane reached for Aiden and slid his hand around his neck.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Lane asked as he watched the road. He felt Aiden shake his head.

“Are we almost there?” His voice was an urgent whisper. Lane nodded and resisted the voice in his head that told him to stop the car and make Aiden tell him what was wrong.

“It’s just up there.” He said as pointed at the next intersection. Aiden’s eyes started scanning the street frantically. Lane pulled his lips tight and put a lid on his temper.

When Lane parked, Aiden practically ran for the station door. Lane jogged to catch up and grabbed Aiden by the arm.

“Aiden!” Lane yelled as he tried to turn him. Aiden looked over his shoulder as he attempted to tug his arm free. His eyes were wild and bounced restlessly around Lane’s shoulders.

“Can we just get inside?” He pleaded. Lane nodded and released Aiden.

As soon as they passed through the door, Aiden relaxed. It was like someone had flipped a switch on the back of his head. He smiled at Lane and followed him to his desk. When Lane asked him what had happened, Aiden shrugged and said it was nothing. Lane decided to let it go until after work.

Introducing Aiden to Chief was only mildly humiliating. Chief kept winking at Lane and dropped a few less than clever innuendos that Aiden was oblivious to. Aiden was back to his mildly aloof yet relaxed demeanor until Clark showed up. Lane almost expected them to start circling each other after the way they glared and eyed each other up. Chief was thoroughly confused as he stood next to Lane and watched Clark with Aiden on the other side of the glass in the briefing room. It looked like a two-way hostile interrogation.

“Did I miss something?” Chief asked. Lane sucked his lips in and shook his head quickly. Chief looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “Are you sure? Friday evening, Cabbot was about to piss himself, he was so excited about this guy getting here. Now, he looks like he wants to put his fist down his throat. And the feeling is mutual, as far as I can tell.” He looked at Lane expectantly.

“It does look like that.” Lane kept his eyes on the briefing room, avoiding Chief’s.

“You were with Sharp from the moment he got off the plane. You must have seen something.” He accused. Lane shrugged.

“They met briefly Sunday morning.” He admitted. Chief crossed his arms over his chest.

“And?” It was loaded with a threat. Lane cringed.

“They didn’t hit it off.” Lane offered. Chief snorted.

“No shit, Sherlock! I can see that. What happened?” He asked loudly. Lane cringed as he looked around.

“You know how Cabbot is. He doesn’t like anyone that’s smarter than him.” Lane suggested and Chief shook his head.

“Come on, that’s the point of an expert witness. That can’t be it.” Chief argued.

“Aiden isn’t exactly what he was expecting, I think.” Lane said as he watched Clark slam a piece of paper on the table and slide it toward Aiden. Chief grimaced.

“No,
Aiden
definitely isn’t what you’d expect.” Chief said as he nudged Lane with his elbow. Lane rolled his eyes.

“He tells everyone to call him Aiden. He doesn’t like being called Dr. Sharp. Cabbot keeps doing it and it’s winding Aiden up.” Lane pressed his hand to the glass and leaned. If Clark didn’t back off, Lane was going to drag him out of the station and kick his teeth in.

“It seems like the two of you hit it off.” Chief said under his breath. Lane shrugged.

“He’s a really good guy.” Lane said vaguely and Chief laughed. Lane glared at him out of the corner of his eye. Chief put his arm around Lane’s neck.

“I’m not gay but even I can see that he’s a hot piece of ass.” He whispered loudly and Lane looked at him like a swarm of bees had just flown out of his mouth. Chief laughed even louder. “The two of you look like underwear models, I’d be mad at you if you didn’t hit that.” He teased. Lane groaned as he squeezed his temples.

“Promise me you’ll never say ‘hot piece of ass’ or ‘hit that’ again.” Lane begged. Chief straightened and became tense.

“Is that Cabbot’s problem? He’s always been a little weird around you. Do you think he has a problem with Aiden because he’s gay and he’s bothered by the idea of two men being together?” He all but growled and Lane gestured for him to settle down as he shook his head.

“I don’t think Cabbot has a problem with gay men.” Lane stated and Chief relaxed.

It didn’t last. Chief and Lane both tensed as Aiden snatched a piece of paper from Clark and pulled everything on the table into a pile and jumped to his feet. The chair he was sitting in flipped on it’s back and half the station looked over as Aiden hit Clark in the chest with the papers in his hand and advanced on him until their noses almost touched. Clark’s face turned red and just when Lane moved toward the door, Clark stepped back and gestured for Aiden to get out. Lane’s jaw dropped. He never would have expected Clark to back down. Aiden pulled the door open.

“Just make sure you have your shit together Wednesday morning.” Clark yelled. Aiden sneered and looked over his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me how to do my job. Act like a real fucking attorney and you should be able to pull this out of your ass. You’re a joke, Cabbot.” Aiden said and slammed the door behind him before he stormed off toward Lane’s desk.

The entire station was silent. Lane was pretty sure it would echo through the room if anyone blinked. Lane and Chief jumped when Clark pulled the door open. Clark turned to Lane and pointed.

“Go fuck yourself, West!” He yelled before he charged out of the station.

When Lane got to his desk Aiden was sitting in Lane’s seat, leaning on his elbows, reading a witness statement.

“What the hell happened?” Lane asked as he leaned across the desk and waited for Aiden to look up. He didn’t.

“He’s a massive prick. That’s what happened.” He mumbled as he sifted through the pile before he found a photo and his eyes scanned it.

“He’s always been a prick but I’ve never seen him purposely piss off someone that he needed something from. He’ll do anything to win a case.” Lane explained and Aiden shook his head.

“If you say so. I wouldn’t trust him to get me out of a parking ticket.” Aiden opened Lane’s desk and found a Sharpie and began marking the photo with hashmarks. Lane frowned as he tried to make sense of what he’d seen and what Aiden was telling him.

“He’s a shit human being but he’s a good D.A., he’s usually more professional.” He said and Aiden snorted in disbelief. “What did he say?” Lane asked. Aiden flipped through papers until he found a a copy of a medical report.

“He said that I was just an easy piece of rebound ass. I’m just a worthless slut and you’d forget me and be fucking him again as soon as my ass hit a plane seat.” Aiden murmured as he continued to stare at the photo. Lane cringed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“That’s… not at all true.” Lane was shocked. And pissed. What was Clark doing? He was always so careful when it came to keeping their relationship away from work. Aiden nodded as he went back to the statement.

“I told him it was possible that you could become that bored but you’d probably cut your dick off first.” He said and Lane rubbed his hand across his lips and forbid himself to laugh.

“I’ll tell him to back off. This has nothing to do with you and he needs to focus on the trial.” Lane was caught off guard when Aiden finally looked up. His eyes were narrowed and hard when they met his.

“I don’t need you to protect me from him, Lane. I can handle Cabbot.” Aiden sat back and stared out the window. “I’m not scared of him.” His voice faded as he clicked the cap of the Sharpie absently. Lane sat on the edge of the desk.

“Hey.” He waited until Aiden shook his head faintly and looked up at him. “I know you don’t need my protection but this isn’t your fight. Clark’s lashing out because he’s not in control and you’re bearing the brunt of it. I’m not going to let that happen.” He promised. Aiden shook his head as he got up.

“If you say something now, it’ll just make him act like a bigger bitch. Wait until I’m gone.” Aiden pulled everything into a pile and came around the desk, stopping next to Lane. He leaned close. “And I do need your protection, just not from Cabbot.” He murmured as his head lowered and his lips hovered next to Lane’s ear. “And we need protection. Do we have to stay all day? Tell Chief that Cabbot's crazy witness can’t handle being here anymore and you have to do what he says. Let’s stop at a drugstore and McDonald’s on the way back to your place.” His hand brushed against Lane’s thigh discreetly, causing heat to pool in Lane’s groin. Lane shook his head and grinned.

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m taking you to McDonald’s.” Lane said as he hopped off the desk.

Chapter 8

Chief didn’t buy Lane’s excuse but he played along. Aiden was a mess when they left the station and in the Walgreen’s parking lot and stuck to Lane as he moved through the store. Lane was reaching for a box of Durex when Aiden’s hand shot past his.

“These.” He said as he grabbed a box of Skyn condoms. Lane’s brows shot up as he looked at the box.

“Twenty-four? That’s optimistic.” He murmured as he read the box. Aiden grabbed a bottle of lubricant and nudged Lane out of the aisle.

“Better to have and not want.” He said. “Can we hurry, please?” Aiden asked as he watched the door. Lane shrugged as he handed the items to the cashier, a bored twenty-something punk waif with large gauges in her ears. She gave Lane a very knowing look and he stared back. She smiled as she scanned the lubricant.

“That’s so hot.” She said as she chewed her gum loudly. Lane saw her eyes drop to the badge clipped to his belt. “Seriously hot, dude.” She winked as she dropped the condoms in a bag. Aiden tossed a pack of Twizzlers on the counter.

“And these.” He said as he smiled at the cashier.

“Wow.” She gasped as her eyes drifted back and forth between Aiden and Lane. Lane shook his head as he slid his card in the reader. He took the receipt and pushed Aiden toward the door as the cashier leaned on the counter. “Have a nice day!” She called after them.

Lane waved over his shoulder and jogged after Aiden. As soon as they were safely on the road, Aiden relaxed and opened his Twizzlers. He offered one but Lane shook his head. Aiden stuffed it in his mouth and sighed happily as he chewed. Once again, Lane was struck by how boyish Aiden could be. It was such a contrast to the paranoid, restless Aiden from the run and parking lots and the sensual, teasing Aiden from the living room window and Lane’s desk.

“What’s up with you panicking when we’re outside?” Lane asked carefully as he set his hand on Aiden’s thigh. He felt Aiden tense and glanced at him quickly. Aiden turned toward the window and shook his head.

“It’s nothing.” He insisted and Lane clenched his jaw as he tried to decide if he should push the matter. His instincts told him he should but after everything he’d read, he didn’t trust them. Aiden didn’t react in ways Lane expected and he was learning that Aiden had complex reasons for the things he did. He bit his tongue and hoped that Aiden would explain in time.
Will there be time?
Lane frowned as he glanced at Aiden again.

“Fine. Why won’t you kiss me?” Lane asked and Aiden’s head swung around to face him. His lips twisted as he considered.

“I’ve kissed you.” He said as his eyes fell into Lane’s lap. Lane shifted in his seat as he started to get hard.

“Not like that, genius.” Lane grumbled as he squeezed Aiden’s thigh.

“On the mouth?” Aiden asked and Lane nodded. Aiden turned back to the window. “I’ve never done that.” He admitted and Lane’s eyes widened.

“But that’s first base! How can sex be your “thing” but you’ve never kissed?” He asked incredulously. Aiden laughed softly as he shook his head.

“You don't have to kiss to have sex.” He pointed out. Lane was about to defend the necessity of kissing when Aiden turned back to him. His eyes went to Lane’s lips and narrowed as he stared. “It scares me, if I’m honest. Kissing is intimate. The mouth… that’s where words come from. Pleasure and emotions are expressed through the mouth. Those are intimate things. You can have sex without intimacy. I’m good at that. I’ve never done intimacy. It’s too vulnerable and too easy for me to mess up.” Aiden went back to the view outside the car and Lane could only nod as he turned into his driveway.

There’s your complex reason.

Suddenly nervous, Lane blushed as he let Aiden into the house.

“Lock that, please.” Aiden said as his head jerked toward the door. Lane slid the bolt and set the alarm and Aiden looked less taut. Aiden smiled as he took the bag from Lane and he watched as Aiden toed off his shoes.

“Should I make us some lunch?” Lane asked and Aiden shook his head as he went to the stairs.

“Later.” He said as he went up. Lane’s eyes were wide as Aiden pulled his hoodie over his head and went into Lane’s room.

“So, we’re going straight to that…” He mumbled, dazed as he reached down and pulled off his shoes, his eyes staring in the direction of his room.

When Lane walked into his room, Aiden turned and slid him a cocky grin. There was a towel and the bag on the bed and Aiden was barefoot and shirtless, his jeans gaping open. Having a beautiful man, in his bedroom, in the middle of the day felt so decadent and unlike Lane’s life. He quickly tossed his holster and badge on the dresser and unbuckled his belt as Aiden reached for Lane’s tie. Aiden dropped it and fisted his hands in Lane’s shirt and ripped the halves apart causing buttons to ping against the dresser and the mirror. Lane quickly unbuttoned his sleeves and was pulling his shirt off when Aiden dove for his neck. Lane gasped as Aiden’s mouth attached to the corner of his neck and sucked hard. Lane slid his hands into Aiden’s hair and heat roared through him when he felt Aiden’s hands attack the front of his trousers.

A few moments later, Aiden pushed Lane onto the bed, naked and panting as he waited for Aiden to strip off his jeans and boxer briefs. A thrill rushed up Lane’s spine when Aiden pulled the condoms and lube out of the bag. He saw Aiden’s hands shake slightly as he ripped the box open and drop a condom on the bed before he tossed the box on the bedside table. Aiden put his hands on the bed and crawled over Lane’s body until they were nose to nose. Lane’s body flinched as he fought the urge to reach for Aiden’s lips. Aiden blinked down at him before he lowered his head and his lips slid along Lane’s cheek, gliding warm and soft toward his ear.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want to go first?” Aiden whispered before he pulled Lane’s earlobe between his lips and sucked. Lane moaned as he wrapped his arms around Aiden, gripping warm, sleek flesh as his hands roamed.

“Oh, God. Please, fuck me.” Lane begged as he slid his hand into Aiden’s hair. Lane felt a deep rumbling groan vibrate within Aiden’s chest as it pressed against his and Aiden’s tongue slid along Lane’s jaw before he raised his head and smiled down at Lane.

“Now is not the time to beg.” He winked and Lane’s body jerked again when he stopped himself from stretching for Aiden’s lips.

Aiden covered Lane’s body with his and his face fell into the corner of Lane’s neck. Lane growled and dragged his fingernails over Aiden’s back when he felt Aiden’s teeth graze his skin as goosebumps cascaded down his body. They rolled on the bed as they licked, sucked, pressed, pulled and thrust against each other. Lane felt occasional flashes of frustration and he kept braking every time his lips reached for Aiden’s. He understood Aiden’s discomfort and didn’t want to force it. But it was like an itch in the brain, knowing that he wasn’t supposed to caused his mind and body to fixate on Aiden’s mouth. If there hadn’t been a prohibition, Lane would have been intoxicated by the feel of Aiden’s body, agile and electric, restless and urgent against his.

Lane’s eyes widened in shock and he froze when Aiden’s hand closed over his mouth. Heat slid through his veins and all the muscles in his body locked. Except for Lane’s cock. It pulsed furiously and jumped between them. Aiden rose on his other elbow and grinned down at Lane as his eyes searched his. He ground his hips against Lane’s and his eyes flashed.

“What’s this, Lane?” His voice was low and smooth and curled through Lane. Aiden’s hand pressed harder against Lane’s mouth and Lane’s erection throbbed and began to leak in anticipation. “I block you here and it escapes there.” Aiden murmured as he rocked against Lane. “Stop overthinking. If you want, I’ll give you something else to do with your mouth.” He smiled when he saw Lane’s eyes grow wide. “Or maybe a gag? Are you into bondage?” Aiden removed his hand and Lane shook his head.

“Not particularly.” He whispered. “You’re just really sexy when you get aggressive.” Lane admitted. Aiden smiled as his head dropped to Lane’s nipple.

Lane bucked off the bed as Aiden bit then sucked. Aiden was very aggressive as he made his way down Lane’s body. While he had never been into masochism, Lane enjoyed a little bit of rough and just enough pain. The occasional sting of Aiden’s teeth, blended with the soft, wet wash of his lips and tongue drove Lane out of his mind. Aiden bypassed Lane’s cock and tenderly feasted on his balls before he bit into the muscle on the inside of his thigh. Lane arched on the bed, clawing at the sheets as he gasped Aiden’s name. Aiden chuckled wickedly as he laved beneath Lane’s sack and spread his thighs wide before he pressed his lips against Lane’s hole. Aiden’s tongue was relentless and Lane thought his brain would break. So much profanity… Lane fisted his hands in the bedding as he writhed and panted.

“What's the thread count of these sheets?” Aiden asked as he raised his head and stared up at Lane from between his thighs. Lane’s face scrunched as he tried to think.

“A thousand.” He breathed as Aiden’s finger swirled in the pool of pre-cum on Lane’s stomach.

“Good. They may hold up.” Aiden said before his tongue swept over the head of Lane’s erection.

“Aaaaiden…” Lane sighed as the finger Aiden had coated in his pre-cum pressed against his tight hole as Aiden took him deep into his throat.

There was a slight sting as Lane’s muscles clenched around Aiden’s finger before they relaxed and it slowly slid in. Lane’s jaw fell and he stared unseeing at the ceiling as heat and pleasure pooled in his groin. Lane’s limbs became heavy and that warm pleasure spread as Aiden continued to suck and finger Lane’s ass. There was the clicking of a plastic lid and cool, wet pressure before Aiden slid another finger into Lane. It only took a moment for Lane's body to soften around Aiden’s fingers and he moaned in delight as Aiden continued to suck. Lane felt like he was drifting on a gentle, warm current yet his body ached and craved faster and harder. He panted Aiden’s name as he clenched and thrust but Aiden kept to a smooth, deliberate pace. Lane’s legs shifted restlessly on the bed when Aiden worked a third finger into him and Lane hissed as Aiden lifted his head and began to stroke Lane's painful erection with his free hand.

“I’m so close, Aiden.” He whimpered as he looked down. Aiden’s eyes were focused and calculating as he watched Lane. “I’m so close but I want you in me when I come.” Lane begged. Aiden shook his head.

“I’m not ready for you to come yet. Be patient.” Aiden said firmly.

Lane moaned weakly as Aiden rose to his knees between his thighs. He was glorious and Lane’s entire existence centered around the flexing, twisting muscles of Aiden’s forearms and stomach, the rise and fall of his chest and the exquisite pressure that was building in the base of Lane’s cock and sack as Aiden kept taking Lane to the verge of his orgasm and backing off just before Lane could let go. Every time Lane drew in a gasping breath, arched and strained toward his release, Aiden’s hand moved to the base of Lane’s cock and twisted while the fingers, deep and stretching within Lane’s hole slowed until Lane’s nerves uncoiled and his body relaxed. Lane lost count of how many times Aiden took him to the edge and dangled him over the cliff just to pull him back until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Aiden, I can’t… I need…” Lane’s voice was shredded as his body shook, weak and slick with perspiration. He almost sobbed when Aiden nodded and withdrew his fingers. He felt Aiden’s hands close around his hip.

“On your stomach.” He ordered and Lane’s head was light as he rolled over and pulled his knees under him. He sighed in relief when he heard the tearing of the condom wrapper. Warm hands slid up his back then down and caressed his ass reverently. “You’re so beautiful like this, Lane.” Aiden’s voice was husky and deep as he pulled Lane’s hips back. Lane felt the head of Aiden’s cock sliding up and down along the cleft of his ass.

“Please.” He begged and Aiden laughed gently.

“I have to warn you, I can go forever in a condom. It’s very rare that I can get off with one on.” He said as he pressed against Lane’s puckered hole.

“Christ.” Lane groaned as he pushed back against Aiden.

Despite all of Aiden’s preparation and the generous amount of lube he’d used, Lane had to hold his breath as Aiden pressed forward and stinging pressure radiated from Lane’s tight passage around Aiden’s thick length. Aiden slid all the way home, slowly, and waited for Lane to relax. Lane took a deep, cleansing breath and shivered when he felt the Aiden’s fingertips brush lightly up the back of his thighs. The tingle traveled up through his groin and the muscles that clenched tight around Aiden’s cock relaxed. Aiden sighed as he withdrew and Lane moaned and let his head drop.

It didn’t take long before Aiden was riding Lane smooth and deep. Lane panted Aiden’s name as his body vibrated with desperation and pleasure. Lane couldn’t remember anything feeling this good. Aiden’s erection was so hard and hot, Lane felt so full and his nerves sang with each stroke. Aiden was everywhere inside of Lane and each thrust massaged his prostate, sending electric waves through Lane’s body. Then, Aiden pulled Lane’s hips back and angled his strokes so that the head of his cock struck against Lane’s prostate. Lane raised his head and shrieked as Aiden thrust faster.

Lane was sure his brain was melting and his eyes crossed as his prostate and balls tightened and incredible heat and pressure surged through his pulsing length. Color and light exploded behind his eyes and his nerves flared before pleasure rolled through his body. Lane’s shaft stung and the slit in the head of his cock burned as it stretched when a thick torrent of come burst from him. He convulsed violently beneath Aiden and screamed his name as he reached for the edge of the mattress. Lane sobbed as another wave of heat and pleasure rolled through him and more come streamed from the head of his erection onto the towel beneath him.
Fuck, he’s brilliant,
Lane decided and babbled incoherently as his body jerked and writhed.

Aiden should have stopped. Lane murmured his name but he didn’t respond. Lane tried to raise his head but Aiden’s hands pressed his shoulders to the bed and he just drove harder and faster. Lane pressed his face into the mattress and moaned as he felt his cock getting hard again as Aiden rode his prostate. And, God, he was so deep and the pleasure was so intense, Lane swore he could feel it in his eyelashes. Aiden’s pace became almost mechanical, it was so steady and fast, Lane knew Aiden was lost in it. Lane groaned as he felt his legs start to shake.