“But why did you leave it on the table?”
Aiden’s hands shook as he plucked the empty egg from Tristan’s grip. “I want to show you something.”
“Show me something?” Tristan tried not to frown, but Aiden was acting damn strange.
“Don’t take it the…Oh God, I don’t know how to explain…Will you fuck me?”
Tristan blinked, not that Aiden hadn’t asked him to fuck him before, but when he did, they were usually halfway there already. Sitting by the kitchen table looking nervous wasn’t the best foreplay Tristan had experienced. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing! Nothing is going on. I just…I wanted to give you something special for our first Easter together.” Aiden fidgeted with the light-green napkin he’d folded into a rabbit.
Slowly Tristan nodded, not taking his eyes off Aiden. “It’s already special, and you don’t have to do anything to make it more so.”
Aiden stood, still not meeting Tristan’s eyes, but then he grabbed his hand and pulled. Tristan got to his feet and gathered Aiden in his arms. Talking had never been his strong suit, so instead, he reached for Aiden’s chin and tilted his head to get a good look at his eyes. The green in them darkened as Tristan ran his thumb over the faint stubble on Aiden’s chin, up to his lower lip. The shuddering breath that escaped him made Tristan smile. There wouldn’t be any breaking up today, not judging by the heat in Aiden’s eyes.
The tip of Aiden’s tongue came out to meet the pad of Tristan’s thumb as he trailed the contour of that plump lip. The mischievous glint in Aiden’s eyes suggested he was about to say something, but before he got the chance, Tristan once more gripped his chin and held him in place as he captured his mouth.
He swallowed Aiden’s moan and swept his tongue over his lips before entering his mouth. Aiden tasted of the sweet yet tart cheesecake they’d had for dessert, and fruity wine. Tristan wasn’t necessarily into sweet things, not if it wasn’t fudge, but on Aiden he couldn’t get enough of them.
Aiden clung to him, tongues tangling, desperation building. “Not here. Come, let’s go upstairs.”
“What are you up to?” Tristan chuckled breathlessly as blood continued to rush to his groin. The pleasant tightness increased as Aiden tugged at his hand and strutted before him towards the stairs. He trailed the curve of Aiden’s back with his eyes, down to his arse, noticing the way the denim hugged those perfectly rounded globes.
“New jeans?”
“Yeah, you like?” Aiden shimmied his hips, making Tristan’s mouth go dry.
“Very much.”
“Good, I got you something other than fudge.”
Tristan reluctantly stopped staring at the perfectly shaped backside and met Aiden’s eyes as he glanced back over his shoulder. The wicked glint, the light blush, and the way he bit his lip told Tristan the gift excited him. A toy? Was that why they were on their way to the bedroom? It could explain why he’d come hurtling down from there when Tristan came home, maybe.
“It didn’t fit in the egg?”
“Erm…No, it fit in the egg.”
Something small, then. Maybe a butt plug? Tristan sucked in a breath. He wanted to rip Aiden’s jeans off, trail the crease between his buttocks until his fingers brushed upon the handle. Tristan could imagine what it would look like, snug inside Aiden, a gleaming jewel on the end. He knew it would have one, because Aiden had shown him on a website exactly which one he wanted: a steel plug with a pink gem on the handle. Tristan wanted to trace his tongue over Aiden’s skin stretched around the smooth metal.
He hoped it was a butt plug. It would explain why Aiden had had trouble sitting still during dinner.
His jeans grew tighter. Tristan needed out of his clothes before he started to chafe. He let out a trembling sigh and urged Aiden on up the stairs, unable to keep his hands off him. As they took the last step, he started pulling at Aiden’s shirt. “Off, take it off.”
Aiden giggled but held Tristan’s hands. “Stop.”
“Stop?” Stop? Why stop? Why not yes?
Aiden lightly pushed him towards the bed, and Tristan sat down. Tension and arousal swirled around in his belly. Aiden opened his mouth as if to speak, but then he shook his head, making his soft curls sway. Tristan wanted to grab them, grab him, but instead he sat back and watched as Aiden slowly opened the top button on his shirt. His fingers trembled, and Tristan forced himself not to reach out.
The afternoon sun spilled in through the small window by the side of the bed, shining like a spotlight on Aiden, as he unfastened one button after another. The shirt fell open, and the rays caressed his almost hairless chest. Tristan swallowed. He wanted to touch, wanted to feel the soft skin under his rough fingers. He loved the contrast. Aiden was soft and smooth; Tristan wasn’t.
As Aiden let the shirt fall to the floor, Tristan raised his hand to grab Aiden’s wrist.
“No.” Aiden drew in a shuddering breath.
“Let me undress you, darling.” Tristan’s raspy voice was no more than a whisper, but he didn’t care.
Aiden’s hands fell to his sides, and this time he didn’t stop Tristan when he encircled his wrist with his fingers.
Tristan could barely refrain from tearing the jeans open and roughly pulling them down before he threw Aiden on the bed. He wanted him on all fours, presenting the sparkling gem hidden from his vision as the gift it was. Aiden stepped between his thighs and ran his fingers through Tristan’s hair, forcing him to slow down.
Tristan trailed his lips over Aiden’s naked skin in feather-light movements. As goose pimples erupted, he bent forward to kiss his belly button, tracing the waistband of his jeans with his fingertips. Soft and warm, he couldn’t get enough of Aiden’s skin—couldn’t
