Ex Delicto (8 page)

Aiden

“Xavier Lewis,” I said to the person sitting at the desk, an Officer Verne. “I was told he was here.”

“He’s still giving a statement,” Verne said. “You can see him when he’s done.”

“Thanks,” I said. I went to one of the benches, then realized I couldn’t sit down. I was way too wound up. I didn’t think I’d ever been so scared in my life as when I saw that man push Xavier into a car. I’d immediately called the police and scared the wits out of the poor receptionist whose computer I borrowed with how brutal I was on the phone.

“Aiden,” I heard behind me.

“Greg,” I said, as he came up and hugged me. I immediately reassured him, “He’s okay.”

“Good. Thank God,” he said. “And they got the guys?”

“I don’t know. I just asked about Xavier,” I said, my voice breathless.

“It’s okay, Aiden. It’s okay,” he said.

“I know, it’s just…” I swallowed. “He was worried something like this might happen. And I told him I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. I let him down.”

Greg squeezed my hand. “Aiden, listen to me. You didn’t let him down.”

“Yes I did. I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if I hadn’t seen them kidnap him,” I said. “He might have been—”

“But he wasn’t,” Greg said. “He’s fine. You have to calm down. Xavier’s been through hell. He’s going to come out of there soon and you have to be strong for him.”

I nodded. “You’re right.” I took a deep breath.

Greg patted me on the back. “I showed Michael Patterson and his lawyer the documents.”

I knew he said it to distract me, but the distraction was welcome. “I bet they flipped.”

Greg chuckled. “I think Patterson flipped twice. I’d say we more than earned our commission on this one.”

“I’d say so,” I said.

“Xavier did a hell of a job for us.”

“Yeah. You know, I—”

Greg hit my shoulder. “Speak of the devil.”

I turned around and Xavier was headed toward us. I immediately walked up to him and held him tight. Xavier relaxed into my embrace.

“Why don’t you take him home?” Greg said. “I’ll talk with the officers.”

“Thanks,” I said. I put my arm around Xavier. I whispered in his ear, “Let’s go to my place.”

Xavier nodded.

Xavier and I sat on the couch, after a few slices of delivery pizza and plenty of wine. I didn’t want to let him out of my sight. I just sat there, stroking his hair, looking into his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Believe me, I know,” Xavier said. “I think that’s the fiftieth time you’ve said that.”

“I know, I know,” I said, kissing him lightly. “But I am, you know. I’m sorry.”

“Fifty-one.”

“All right, all right,” I said. I was supposed to be making him feel better, and annoying him with how sorry I was wasn’t helping. “More wine?”

“Please,” he said, and held up his glass.

I walked over to the dining table, pulled the wine from the bucket, and poured Xavier another glass. I glanced back at him. He didn’t look upset, but he didn’t look happy either.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

Xavier shrugged. “I don’t know. One second I’m okay, the next, I think about it and get freaked out all over again. So I guess that means I’m doing better when I’m not thinking about it.”

“’Nuff said.” I sat down beside him and handed him his wine. I smiled. “I know what we can do so you’re not thinking about it.”

Xavier chuckled. “You have a one-track mind.”

“What?” I said. “I’m just trying to help.”

He scoffed. “I bet you are.”

I held his face in my hands. “Really, Xavier. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you. I’d kill those fuckers who kidnapped you and probably be in jail for murder right now.”

He looked away. “Come on. No, you wouldn’t.”

“Well, maybe just manslaughter, if I could argue diminished capacity,” I said.

“You wouldn’t kill them at all. Not when it’s just for me,” he said.

I forced him to look me in the eye. “I don’t think you know how much you mean to me.”

He shook his head. “You barely know me.”

“I know plenty about you,” I said. “I know you’re hard to read, except in the bedroom.”

He blushed. “What?”

“See?” I said, and smiled. “I know you’re fastidious about your appearance. I know you always have coffee and something sweet in the morning. I know you’re good at your job, maybe the best I’ve ever seen.” I paused. “And I know that I love you.”

Xavier’s mouth dropped open just slightly. “You do?”

I nodded. “I knew it the moment I saw you. I didn’t want to admit it to myself then, but I did.”

“I can’t believe it,” he whispered. He swallowed and looked me in the eye. “I love you too.”

My eyes widened. I stroked his face. “You’re not just saying that because I said it, are you?”

“No,” he said. “I’ve known a while now too.”

I smiled and kissed him hard. He barely had time to set his wine glass down before I pulled him under me on the couch. I couldn’t get enough of him. I pulled him to me tight as I continued to kiss him more and more deeply.

“I’m going to make you very happy, Xavier,” I said.

Xavier smiled and nodded. “I know you will.”

I kissed Xavier all over as I unbuttoned his shirt. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, and his face was already flushed. I took off his glasses and put them on the coffee table beside his wine glass, then pulled his shirt off him as quickly as possible. I trailed kisses down his neck, down his chest. I stroked his nipples as I made my way down his body and was rewarded with an exclamation of pleasure. I made sure his belt was off and his pants down as I kissed down his stomach. He didn’t fight it when I pulled his pants and underwear all the way off, leaving him completely naked.

I stroked his dick a few times, causing him to moan even louder.

He writhed under my touch, bucking his hips and throwing his head back. I stroked faster, feeling him get harder each time my hand ran up and down his dick, then finally took him in my mouth.

He cried out and dug his nails into the couch cushions. I licked the length of him until his dick was completely wet, then began sucking him again. I could tell that ex of his never gave him a blow job worth a damn, because he clearly didn't have a lot of experience with what I was making him feel. Then I cursed myself for thinking of him at a time like this. I kept moving my lips up and down, in and out. I was making him crazy, making him beg for more, and I loved it. I loved how his normally unreadable face was clearly overtaken by pleasure and desire.

I took my time slowly bringing him in and out of my mouth, letting my hands wander over his hips and ass and down his legs. I had him where I wanted him.

Xavier couldn't seem to figure out what he wanted to do with his hands. He fisted his hands in my hair, then moved them back to the couch. He kept moaning and squirming as I continued to suck him.

“Aiden. Aiden, ah, I'm close,” he managed between heavy breaths.

I only sucked faster. Finally he shouted out, spurting cum into my mouth. I licked it all up until he collapsed under me.

“Oh my God, Aiden,” he murmured.

I smiled. “My turn.”

Xavier looked like he was going to say something, but before he got the words out, I had flipped him over on his stomach.

“What are you doing?” he said, looking back at me.

“What do you think I'm doing?” I said. I grabbed the bottle of lube I kept in the coffee table drawer and started to pull my pants off.

“You fuck a lot of men on this couch, don't you?” Xavier said, a little dryly.

I leaned over Xavier until I was completely on top of him, and whispered in his ear, “Not anymore, babe. Not anymore. It’s just you now.”

My cock was already hard and ready. I squirted the lube and rubbed it all over until it was completely slick. The whole time Xavier just stayed still under me, his ass in the air waiting.

“God damn,” I groaned, pulled him up into doggy style position, and entered him.

“Oh! Ah!” Xavier screamed.

I could barely hold back. He was so tight, so gorgeous, so ready for me. Normally I could hold my own as far as stamina went, but he was so goddamn sexy. I knew I wouldn't last long.

I tried to ease inside him, but it felt so good that soon enough I was pumping inside him. He relaxed into it, letting me inside him in a way he never had before. It was incredible.

I grabbed his ass and thrust harder. “Xavier, Xavier,” I moaned. “I'm close.”

“Aiden,” he moaned.

I groaned and came inside him. I let myself be completely satisfied before I pulled my dick out. I pulled Xavier up with his back against me and kissed him. “I'm sorry,” I whispered in his ear. “I couldn't hold back very long.”

“That's okay,” he exhaled.

“Let's go into the bedroom,” I said. “I'll make sure you're completely satisfied this time.”

Xavier chuckled weakly. “More than this?”

I nodded. I held him to me and kissed him. “Don't worry,” I said. “I'll show you.”

Xavier

When I woke up, sunlight was streaming through the blinds. I realized I had a big smile on my face, even though I couldn't remember at first why I was so happy. Then I realized Aiden was spooning me, his arms around me, and I remembered.

He and I had spent the entire night together again. Having dinner, drinking wine, having amazing sex through the night. And he had told me he loved me. I couldn't believe he felt the same way I did. I'd never been so happy in my life.

Then it hit me. If the sun was shining, I was late for work. I checked the clock. It was almost 9 o'clock in the morning.

I turned over in bed and faced Aiden. “Aiden, wake up!”

He mumbled something and shifted in bed.

“Aiden! We're late for work!” I said.

I tried to get up but he just pulled me to him tighter. “It's okay,” he said.

“No, it's not, come on,” I said, but he still wouldn't let go.

“I talked to Greg,” he said.

“What?”

“We have the day off.”

I blinked. “But—”

Aiden smiled at me, gently put a lock of my hair behind my ear that had fallen in front of my face. “After what you went through, you should be taking it easy. Besides, after that breakthrough you came up with, you deserve it.”

I chuckled. I had just now remembered about the kidnapping. I had been so happy waking up with Aiden that it had slipped my mind. Unbelievable. To think that I felt so good that I could forget something like that.

“When did you talk to him?” I asked. He hadn’t left my side all night, so I couldn’t figure out when he’d been able to do it.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it.”

I shook my head and laughed.

“Now,” Aiden said. “There’s still some leftovers from last night if you want breakfast right away.” He smiled. “Unless there’s something else you’d rather do.” He pulled me closer and kissed me.

I couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of my mouth. But I didn’t have to hold back anymore. There was no longer any distance between us.

I leaned in and gave him a long kiss. “Ready when you are,” I said with a smile.

“I’m so glad you said that,” he said.

Aiden turned me back over facing away from him and pulled my ass towards him. I heard the squirting sound of the lube bottle and the wet sound of him putting it on his cock.

“Just take it easy, baby,” he said in a low whisper. “Let me do everything.”

I sighed. Just the sound of his voice – that low, sexy voice of his – hit me right in the dick. I relaxed into him.

“That’s it,” he said.

He slowly entered me, giving my ass time to accommodate him. At the same time he reached for my dick, his hand still covered in lube, and eased his hand up and down the shaft.

When I moaned, I could feel him get harder inside me. He continued to thrust in and out of me as he jacked me off. I was so relaxed and turned on that it didn’t take me long at all. Our voices mingled in ecstasy as he went balls deep. Aiden came all the way inside me, and I came on Aiden’s sheets with my cock in his hand.

Sweet, quickie morning sex with Aiden. I was in heaven.

We each let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. He spooned me the way he had this morning and kissed my shoulder.

“Now, how about those leftovers?”

Aiden and I sat at his table in fresh clothes, our hair still wet from the shower we took together. We each had a slice of pizza in hand as we watched TV. I practically inhaled mine, I was so hungry. Then again, I’d been expending a lot of energy the past day or so.

I grabbed another piece from the box. As I did I glanced at Aiden. He was smiling at me.

I smiled back and let out a little chuckle. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, still smiling.

I turned back to the TV, trying to keep the grin off my face. We were watching one of those 24-hour news channels. I tried to concentrate on the television and read the headline on screen, but even though I must have read it ten times, I couldn’t remember what it was.

I glanced back at Aiden. He was still looking at me with that smile of his.

“What?” I said again, trying to sound indignant, but my smile gave me away.

“What do you want to do today?” he said, and took a bite of pizza.

I hadn’t expected the question. I blinked. “Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “You know, you don’t have to babysit me forever. I can go home.”

“Not a chance,” Aiden said. “Come here.”

I walked over to where he was sitting. He lightly held my hand, then pulled me into his lap and kissed me.

“The way I figure it, you’ve really been through something,” Aiden said.

In more ways than one, I thought. But I just nodded.

He kissed me again. “So I think you ought to stay over for a while. Until I feel confident that you’re over it.”

“Oh? And when will that be?” I said.

“Who knows?” he said. “This kind of thing, it can last a lifetime.”

“A whole lifetime, huh?” I said.

He nodded. “Yeah. And you know, just to be safe, I think you should move in. There’s plenty of room, and I’ll be right here if you need anything. Anything at all.”

“Mmhmm,” I murmured.

“You weren’t particularly attached to that apartment of yours, were you?” he asked.

I thought of my small, dark apartment compared to Aiden’s spacious, light one. Not to mention that he was here, and there was nothing for me there.

“Not at all,” I said.

“Good. It’s all settled then,” he said, and kissed me. “So I guess that means we should spend the day packing up your stuff and calling movers.”

I chuckled. “You move fast.”

“Well, who knows when we’ll get another day off?” he said. He pulled me closer. “You’re going to be seeing a lot of me, you know. At work, at home. You sure you can handle it?”

There was no doubt in my mind. I nodded. “I can if you can.”

He smiled and kissed me once again, this time long and deep.

“Absolutely,” he said.