Chapter 50: The electric touch
"Let us stay in your room tonight," Aiden said gently.
Cassian hesitated. He wanted to say no to insist he was fine, that he didn’t need babysitting. But the truth was, he didn’t want to be alone. Not tonight. Not after Elliot. Not after the roses. Not after the house.
He nodded. "Okay."
He walked in and sank onto his bed, kicking off his shoes before lying down with a sigh. "Today was so tiring."
Aiden grinned and immediately flopped down beside him, stretching out like he owned the space. "Yep. It was."
"Hey that’s cheating!" Leonel protested, hands on his hips. "You can’t just claim the spot like that!"
Cassian let out a small, surprised laugh the first real one all day.
Aiden smirked, propping himself up on one elbow. "Too bad. You should’ve been faster."
Leonel rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. He grabbed the oversized bean bag in the corner, dragged it near the bed, and plopped down with exaggerated defeat. "Whatever, Mr. Fast Pants."
Cassian reached for his phone on the nightstand more out of habit than anything. The screen lit up.
1 New Message
Lucian: "What are you doing, bunny?"
His fingers tightened around the device. His breath hitched.
Aiden saw it instantly but before he could speak, Cassian acted.
In one sharp motion, he blocked the number, powered off the phone, and tossed it over his shoulder onto the empty space behind him on the bed.
Aiden stared at him for a beat. Then smiled, slow and proud. "That was a good move. Should’ve done it way before."
Cassian blinked, startled, then turned to him. "I know right!" he whispered, a flicker of relief in his eyes.
Just then, a soft, rhythmic snore filled the room.
They both turned.
Leonel was already asleep on the bean bag, mouth slightly open, one arm dangling off the side.
Cassian chuckled quietly. "Wow. Guess he was the most tired."
Aiden nodded, grinning. "For real. Never seen someone fall asleep that fast."
He got up, walked over, and switched off the lamp. Darkness settled over the room, warm and quiet.
Back on the bed, Aiden slid under the covers behind Cassian, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. Cassian’s back pressed against Aiden’s chest, Aiden’s chin resting lightly on his shoulder.
Cassian didn’t tense. Didn’t flinch.
He just exhaled deep, slow and let himself be held.
but the he felt aiden’s hand slipping under his t-shirt touching his stomach and chest
The warmth of Aiden’s palm against his bare skin made Cassian flinch hard, heat flooding his cheeks in an instant blush.
’What are you doing, Aiden?’ he asked, his voice coming out slow and breathy, laced with surprise. Aiden didn’t answer, just kept pushing his hand higher, fingers splaying across
Cassian’s chest.
He squeezed firmly, thumb pressing into the sensitive flesh just below his chest, rolling it with deliberate pressure. A soft moan escaped Cassian’s lips before he could stop it, the sound raw and unintended.
His eyes widened, hand flying to his mouth to stifle any more noise, face burning with embarrassment. How could he let that slip? It was just a touch, but Aiden’s grip felt electric, sending jolts straight to his core. Aiden’s surprise flickered across his face for a split second, then melted into a wicked smile.
He leaned in, hot breath on Cassian’s ear before his tongue darted out, licking the lobe slow and wet. Cassian shivered, the slick heat making his pulse race.
’Why hold back your voice, Cass?’ Aiden whispered, his tone low and commanding, words dripping with seduction. He pressed his body flush against Cassian’s side, the hard line of his chest pinning him to the cushions, hips grinding just enough to tease.
Cassian’s breath hitched, his hand still clamped over his mouth as Aiden’s free arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. The dominance in Aiden’s hold made Cassian’s stomach twist with a mix of nerves and want, his body betraying him already.
Aiden’s hand trailed lower now, slipping past the waistband of Cassian’s jeans, fingers brushing the bulge straining against his boxers. He felt it the thick, hard length of Cassian’s twitching under his touch.
Aiden’s grin widened, predatory. ’Did someone feel real good?’ he teased, voice a husky murmur right against Cassian’s ear, tongue flicking out again to trace the shell. Cassian blushed deeper, shaking his head even as his hips bucked involuntarily. ’N-no, I mean y-yes, but -’
The words tumbled out stuttered and desperate, cut off as Aiden’s hand wrapped around his cock through the thin fabric, squeezing with firm intent. Aiden started stroking, slow and deliberate, his grip sliding up and down the rigid shaft.
Each pass made Cassian’s breath catch, pre leaking to slick the way. He bit down on his lower lip under his hand, but muffled moans still leaked out
high and needy as his body trembled.
Aiden’s teeth grazed his ear then, biting sharply before sucking into his mouth, whispering hot and dirty. ’That’s it, let me hear how much you want this. Your member is throbbing for me, isn’t it? So fucking hard already.’
Cassian whimpered, thighs quaking as Aiden’s hand pumped faster, thumb circling the sensitive head on every upstroke. The pressure built relentlessly every nerve alight from the teasing licks and bites on his ear.
Aiden dominated the space between them, his body a solid weight, unyielding strokes. ’Come on, Cass. Give it up for me,’ Aiden growled softly, breath ragged now, his own arousal pressing against Cassian’s hip.
The words pushed him over, Cassian’s back arching as the orgasm hit hard. He trembled violently, muffled cries escaping around his fingers as hot liquid spilled over Aiden’s hand, soaking his boxers. Waves of pleasure crashed through him, leaving him gasping, body limp against the couch.
Aiden didn’t stop stroking, milking every last drop with a satisfied hum, ’Good boy. ...’ Cassian’s heart pounded, a fresh flush creeping up as he realized Aiden’s eyes held more hunger, promising rounds that would unravel him completely.
But then Aiden surprised him.
Instead of leaning in, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Cassian’s temple and whispered, voice rough with affection, "Sleep. Your day was hectic."