Page 77 of Maniac

Thomas laughed, letting himself taste whatever skin crossed his path. Aiden’s jaw with its scratchy stubble, his ear, his throat. “You smell so fucking good,” he muttered, nuzzling deeper into the scent.

He teased at Aiden’s nipples until he was squirming beneath him, swearing and cursing at Thomas. “Do something before I take over and do it myself.”

“Hush. It’s my birthday, remember?” Thomas said, sliding off the table and going for Aiden’s belt. “Lift up.”

Aiden complied, letting Thomas slide his pants and underwear down then off. Thomas made a noise of appreciation for Aiden’s cock, already hard and leaking. He kissed his inner thighs, his hip bones, everywhere but his cock, choosing instead to nose at his balls before yanking him down the table. Once his ass was off the table, Thomas spread him open, burying his face there, tonguing at Aiden’s hole with the kind of abandon he only had when he was a little intoxicated.

Aiden was moaning like a whore, his hands all but tearing at Thomas’s hair as he tried to ride his face. Christ, he was perfect. He pulled back just enough to press a finger in, watching it disappear, before licking around it.

“Oh, fuck,” Aiden whispered.

Thomas laughed, twisting his finger until he found that bundle of nerves that turned his husband into a babbling mess, glancing across it just enough to make his breath hitch before going back in with two fingers and massaging the spot.

“Oh, Jesus, fucking fuck, Tommy. Stop playing, I’m ready. Do we really need the foreplay?”

Thomas rolled his eyes. Drunken Thomas was bold, but drunken Aiden was impatient. Thomas ignored him. He could do this all night. Watch Aiden ride his fingers, feel him contract around his tongue. He ignored his own erection, straining against his zipper, teasing him until Thomas worried if he didn’t fuck him soon, it would be over before it started.

When Thomas stood, Aiden looked at him with hazy eyes, lids at half-mast. He watched as Thomas opened his pants, sliding them down and off. When he saw how hard he was, he licked his lips, making eye contact. “What are you waiting for?”

“So bossy,” Thomas chided, slicking his cock and settling it against Aiden’s hole, giving him a look before slamming home. Aiden sucked in a breath, face contorting. “Better?”

Aiden ignored his question. “Hard. Fuck me hard. I wanna feel it tomorrow.”

“Christ, if you keep saying things like that, it will be over before it starts.”

Still, Thomas did as he asked, gripping Aiden’s legs and bending them back, driving him farther up the table with every thrust.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, like that,” Aiden said, eyes closed, lips parted.

Thomas watched as Aiden fisted his cock, jerking himself in time with Thomas’s thrusts. When Aiden slipped too far out of reach, Thomas simply climbed back onto the table once more, folding Aiden’s legs back and pounding into him hard enough to make Thomas’s eyes roll back from the pleasure rolling along his spine.

Once upon a time, Thomas would have tried to go slow, be gentle. But now he knew what Aiden liked, what his body could take, and Aiden liked it hard and fast. He liked to feel used when Thomas was done with him. And Thomas was happy to accommodate.

Who wouldn’t be?

Every fucking movement sent heat along Thomas’s nerve endings until the base of his spine felt hot and his body spurred him to go faster, harder. Aiden cried out, spilling over his fist. Thomas took his hand, sucking his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth before licking his palm clean.

His orgasm hit hard, waves of pleasure sucking him under until he collapsed on top of Aiden, breathing like he’d just run a half marathon.

“I might be getting too old for this,” Thomas said against Aiden’s shoulder.

Aiden scoffed. “Sure doesn’t feel like it to me.”

Thomas slipped free of his body but made no move to get up. “Are you okay? Am I too heavy?”

Aiden’s hands combed through Thomas’s now sweaty hair. “I’m good. This is good.”

Thomas nodded. “This is good. This is the best. This is the best fucking life I could have ever imagined.”

“Alcohol always turns you into such a romantic,” Aiden murmured, then kissed Thomas’s forehead.

“I just want to sleep right here,” Thomas said, rubbing his cheek over Aiden’s chest, then letting his eyes close with a heavy sigh.

“Okay, but you have a meeting with the boys at seven a.m. Don’t blame me if we’re still here, naked and covered in jizz when they show up,” Aiden muttered, sounding half-asleep.

“Eloquent,” Thomas teased, making no move to get up.

He was almost asleep when Aiden murmured, “Happy birthday, Tommy.”

“It really is,” he murmured.

the end

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