little guilt to apply some emotional leverage but Aiden was immune to a certain amount of subtlety.
“He did but think about what’ll happen if Paul gets burnt out. He’s juggling flaming pins right now and we should be doing everything we can to help him,” he said and saw the thoughts ricocheting in Aiden’s brain.
“He’s got to keep Reginald out of trouble here while he juggles his responsibilities with the FBI. And he’s working all of his sources in the intelligence community to find anything that might be linked to Blink and the attacks,” he murmured distantly. Lane hissed as he nibbled on his lips.
“He’s on a tightrope here, too. The FBI knows where he is and whose roof he’s under. Blink’s obviously a person of interest. Blink knows and doesn’t trust him Paul so can't do anything to make anyone suspicious. He could lose his job or end up in jail or an incinerator,” he explained and Aiden nodded.
“That is complicated but I don’t see why I have to be the one to do it. Denver likes Reginald and Ezra isn’t doing anything. I’m sure he’d be happy to make sure Reginald stays out of trouble.”
“I don’t think we want to leave Ezra alone with Reginald right now. Reginald hasn’t had as much of a chance to grow on him and Ezra still wants to kick his ass for what happened in Chicago.”
“Denver says he isn’t bothered but it makes sense that Ezra would be concerned about a relapse or further brain injury,” Aiden thought out loud. Lane groaned as he kissed him then squinted sheepishly.
“You know, Reginald’s been really forgiving about Keira and Paul… He didn’t even press charges. They didn’t have to but they let us do what we thought was best for Keira and for you,” he said and a hard sigh poured from Aiden.
“I know and I am grateful...” He stopped and his chin pushed out. “Fine. I’ll keep an eye on him but I’m getting off now and in the shower,” he stipulated.
“That sounds reasonable,” Lane said with a serious nod and rocked against him. “I’m proud of you for putting your friends first,” he said tenderly but Aiden gave him a disgruntled look.
“I already said I’d do it so you can stop flattering me and do something else with your mouth.” He gestured for Lane to get on with it then draped his arms over his face as if he was hiding from the rest of the day. Lane moaned sympathetically as he slid down his body but Aiden was adorable when he was grumpy. And he was right. There were much better things Lane could be doing with his mouth. He rubbed his lips in the trail of hair that ran from Aiden’s navel to the base of his cock. Gavin Langley’s name was gone and a Zoroastrian faravahar spread across the tight muscle. Aiden groaned and bucked his hips impatiently, urging Lane to wander lower. He purred as he dragged his nose through the neatly trimmed hairs and filled his senses with the smell of Aiden’s aroused flesh. There was a hint of soap and starch but Lane’s mouth watered at the smell of Aiden’s cock and sac as he licked and nuzzled. The scent and taste of his skin fed Lane’s soul and his eyes stung with tears as he loved Aiden with his lips and tongue. Any place with Aiden felt like home and every morning was better than Christmas for Lane.
“I love you,” he whispered as he parted Aiden’s thighs.
“I know. I love you too.” Aiden’s fingers curved around Lane’s head and pushed. Lane chuckled and his heart swelled with love and need as he feasted and made Aiden even more demanding and urgent.
“I’m looking forward to more of us and more of you when we get home and things calm down again,” Lane panted in Aiden’s ear as he filled him with a long, smooth thrust. He thought he’d convert the old shed into a workshop and build something big and stupid like a boat so he wouldn’t lose his mind but he’d put that on hold for a bit. A few months of lounging on the couch, baking cookies and trying to kill each other on the treadmill would help Aiden put Blackhurst and whatever Reginald had planned behind them.
“Good. Don’t stop,” Aiden babbled but he was lost in his body. His head rolled on the pillow and his back bowed off the bed as his