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Story Prize #2

For: Trikachan
Request: Something cute with Nikolaos and Aiden shortly after they got together.

Author’s Notes: The original request was for their first meeting, but given the fact that their first meeting involved the two of them accusing each other of murder and fighting each other, then getting their asses whupped by a demon, we decided to do something else, since that’s not really remotely cute.

What we wound up doing was their first “morning after” scene. At this point they’ve known each other for about two weeks, and after fighting and winning against the demon that was the culprit behind their case, they wound up back at Aiden’s for several rounds of enthusiastic screwing. This is the next morning.

It was requested that Rylee have some lines in this and I’m afraid to say that it didn’t work out, but since multiple people requested Nikolaos/Aiden stuff, he’ll probably appear in both other prize fics. The reason he didn’t appear as scheduled was because, uhm, it turned into porn, which was really ALL THEIR FAULT, because we certainly didn’t tell them to start making out on the kitchen table.



Aiden woke up slowly, glancing around the room to reassure himself that it was, in fact, his own bedroom. He felt stiff, but pleasantly so, and a little tired. He didn’t think he had gotten more than a few hours of sleep. It had been late when he and Nikolaos had gotten back to his apartment, and later still that they had actually gone to sleep.

He looked around, wondering why he was in bed by himself, then sniffed and realized he could smell bacon. And possibly pancakes. He wondered abstractly if Nikolaos, like Adrian, would start trying to make him eat all the time. He blinked at the clock, pawing his hair out of his face, and noted that it was still definitely very morning - not much past nine.

After a few moments, he decided that he could manage to get up, as long as he didn’t have to go anywhere for a while. It took him a few long minutes, but eventually he wandered out of bed. He pulled on a pair of blue flannel pajama pants and headed towards the kitchen, trying to comb his unruly hair out of his face. “Nikolaos?”

He found him, unsurprisingly, in the kitchen. He was wearing only a pair of loose jeans, and he was still rather damp from the shower he had taken. Aiden tried to not stare. Nikolaos startled a little when he heard his name, then smiled at Aiden. “Good morning.”

Aiden smiled back, still rather sleepy. “You cook,” he said, as if this was something absolutely amazing.

“Only about five different meals,” Nikolaos said, then added in a teasing tone, “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but no, you just had to get up.”

“I could go lay back down,” Aiden said, stifling a yawn.

“You could do that . . .” Nikolaos raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you going to?”

“No,” Aiden said, watching what Nikolaos was doing to the stove. He had two separate pans on; one with bacon, and one with what looked like French toast. “I think I like the view out here just fine.”

Nikolaos laughed. “Oh, I used your shower. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Aiden said, drifting closer, and clearly appreciating the view of shirtless, damp Nikolaos.

“I made you coffee,” Nikolaos said, studiously ignoring Aiden and flipping bacon, lest their breakfast burn. “And do you eat? My God, man, there wasn’t a single edible thing in this apartment except for the coffee.”

“I told you I try to live off of it,” Aiden said, a bit defensively. “What time did you wake up?”

“Oh . . . sevenish, probably,” Nikolaos said, and Aiden blinked at him, wondering if they could have possibly gotten to bed before five. “I ran down to the store to get some food. Your secretary looked very surprised when I came back and said ‘Oh, don’t worry, I only left an hour ago.’”

Aiden snickered, then burst out into full laughter. “I wish you’d gotten a picture of his face.”

“He was pretty poleaxed. He just said ‘Uh . . . oh. I guess that’s all right then.’ He probably figured the wards would keep me out if you didn’t want me here.”

“I guess that means we shouldn’t tell him he had sex on his desk,” Aiden remarked.

“Not unless you want to find a new secretary,” Nikolaos replied, clearly amused.

“A shame. The look on his face would be great.”

“Maybe some day, years from now, when it won’t matter to him as much. I mean ‘we had sex on your desk five years ago’ is a lot less horrible than ‘yesterday.’” Nikolaos paused, then said, “And personally, I would never tell him about the chair.” He smiled down at Aiden as the younger man laughed and leaned against him. “You come much closer and breakfast is going to burn.”

“Finish cooking it later,” Aiden said, running one finger up and down Nikolaos’ back.

“But I’m hungry,” Nikolaos said, steadfastly ignoring him.

Aiden slumped. “Then cook faster,” he ordered, and went to get himself a mug of coffee, ignoring Nikolaos’ chuckles behind him.

“I’m cooking as fast as I can. I can’t hurry bacon.” Nikolaos smiled, and Aiden made a face at him, clearly believing that Nikolaos was enjoying torturing him. “Besides, I’d think you’d be worn out from last night.”

Aiden had to admit that Nikolaos had a point, given that they’d had, well, a lot of sex before they’d finally collapsed into sleep. He didn’t want to admit this, however, so he changed the subject. “I have a fast recovery time,” he said, then sipped the coffee. “This is really good,” he said.

“It’s just coffee.”

“Well, you must make it differently than I do.”

“Maybe things just taste better after sex.”

“And it was such good sex.”

Nikolaos smirked. “Why, thank you. You’re not half bad yourself.”

“Good to know,” Aiden replied, then made a face as Nikolaos dished them both full plates of bacon and French toast. Nikolaos sat down and motioned for Aiden to join him, which he did. “You even bought maple syrup,” he said, marveling at the first complete meal he had seen, not served in a restaurant, in nearly a year. The last time had been when Heather had dragged him to her parents’ house for dinner.

“Of course I did. Can’t have French toast with syrup.” Nikolaos picked up a piece of bacon and waved it at Aiden’s mouth.

Aiden took it, deciding to play along. “So what other meals can you cook?”

Nikolaos counted them off on his fingers. “Tacos. Hamburgers. Chicken, as in, I can put pieces of chicken in a pan and turn the heat on the stove on. Baked potatoes. Instant rice. And any combination of the above.”

“Well, that’s more than I can do,” Aiden said, allowing Nikolaos to feed him.

“Even if you could, you wouldn’t,” Nikolaos accused mildly.

“Yes, well . . .”

“You should eat more,” Nikolaos said, then gave Aiden’s bare top half an appreciative glance. “I can see every single one of your ribs.”

“But you clearly like what you see,” Aiden commented.

“I most certainly do.” Nikolaos fed him another bite. “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like it more if you weren’t half-emaciated.”

“I am not half-emaciated,” Aiden protested.

Nikolaos ate a piece of bacon and appeared to ponder. “You’re right. Two thirds.”

“Hey!”

Nikolaos fed him another piece of French toast and smiled angelically. “Yes?”

“Don’t be mean,” Aiden said, poking him in the ribs. He ate what was offered to him, but then decided Nikolaos had been neglecting too much of his own breakfast and started to feed him in return. Nikolaos submitted to this treatment with surprising docility.

“You’re beautiful anyway,” the older man said cheerfully.

Aiden turned a dark shade of pink. “I could say the same about you.”

“Nah. You’re definitely the better looking between us.”

“Says the sexy, damp, half-dressed man feeding me breakfast.”

Now Nikolaos was the one blushing, although he looked rather pleased. In truth, he felt better than he had in years - possibly the best he’d had in his entire life. He didn’t think it was entirely because of the sex, although that couldn’t have hurt. No, it was just Aiden. For some reason, the medium had this effect on him. “Let’s just agree that we both find the other ridiculously attractive and move on?”

“All right,” Aiden said. “So what do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know.” Nikolaos paused for a few moments thoughtfully. “Isn’t the morning after supposed to be awkward or something?”

“I don’t think that they’re supposed to be.”

“Okay, but I’ve heard they often are.”

Aiden shrugged. “Me too. But since this isn’t, I say we just be glad of it. Any ideas for today’s amusement?”

Nikolaos’ eyes traveled over Aiden slowly. “Mm . . . plenty.”

“Well, after that,” Aiden said, amused. “I mean, I don’t think we have enough energy to have sex all day.”

“We could try,” Nikolaos said, although he was half-joking. “Although at some point I do have a meeting with my client, and I’m assuming you have one with yours, as well. I don’t know what couples do. I’ve never been part of a couple before.” He paused slightly, then asked, “Are we a couple?”

“If you’d like to be,” Aiden said. “I certainly won’t object.”

“I wonder what being a couple entails,” Nikolaos said pensively.

Aiden shrugged again. “Time together. Affection. It’s like being friends but more so.”

“Oh,” Nikolaos said. “Okay.”

“I take it you’ve never been big on dating?” Aiden asked.

“Ahh . . . no. If by ‘not big on,’ you mean ‘never done.’”

Aiden smiled at him. “Then I’m flattered to be your first.”

Now Nikolaos did blush, and badly. They had been carried away in the heat of the moment the night before, but Aiden had stopped briefly to ask him if he was sure. At the time, he had looked at Aiden like he was on crack, wondering why he might possibly not be sure, but now he understood what Aiden had meant - what Aiden had somehow known. “That’s what you meant last night, huh.”

“Hm?” Aiden asked, then smiled again. “Oh. Yeah. I mean, I figured it deserved a double check, you know?”

Nikolaos’ blush deepened. He didn’t bother to ask the medium how he had known; he had learned over the past two weeks that Aiden was rather uncanny about things like that. Sometimes he just knew things about people. “Given that I’m the one who did ninety percent of the jumping . . .”

“Only in the beginning.”

“All right, only in the beginning, but still.” Nikolaos rubbed a hand over his hair a bit ruefully. “It wasn’t exactly something I was going to bring up on my own. It’s a little embarrassing.”

Aiden blinked at him, bewildered. “Why?”

“Uhm . . . because no guy wants to admit being a thirty year old virgin?”

Aiden shrugged. “Personally, I’d say you’re better off being a thirty year old virgin than losing it to someone that doesn’t mean much to you.”

“I guess so,” Nikolaos said, although he couldn’t help but wonder what this implied about himself and Aiden. “I’m just wondering what that means.” He saw Aiden’s confused look and tried to explain, figuring that total honesty would probably be the best route. “I’ve never really been interested in anyone until you. And then I was very interested, very fast. So I don’t know what it means.”

“Well, I can tell you how I feel if you want,” Aiden said. “I don’t know if that’ll help you clear things up or not.”

“You already know how you feel?” Nikolaos asked, his tone somewhat teasing. “God, you’re light years ahead of me.”

“I think it comes from having more experience.”

Silence fell for a few moments, before Nikolaos spoke again hesitantly, looking away. “I don’t know why . . . I don’t know why I’m worried about what you’ll say.”

“Maybe because my opinion matters to you?”

“I guess it must,” Nikolaos said, afraid that Aiden would tell him that everything between them had primarily to do with hormones. “All right,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Lay it on me.”

“I like you a lot,” Aiden stated matter-of-factly. “I care for you in a way that’s turning out to be far more than friends. You give me warm fuzzy feelings.”

Nikolaos nearly choked, trying to ignore Rylee’s cackle of laughter in the back of his head. “I must say I’ve never had anyone tell me that I give them warm fuzzy feelings before.”

Aiden smiled at him. “Well, now you know what it feels like.”

“Yeah,” Nikolaos said, and paused for thought. “It . . . it’s nice,” he finally decided, and smiled at Aiden dreamily, looking like a total sap. He was starting to wonder what had happened to his life, and why he hadn’t gotten it to happen a whole lot sooner.

Aiden smiled back, with a little less sap, but not much. “So . . . since we seem to agree on sentiment, I think that means we’re a couple.”

“Okay,” Nikolaos said, “but we still haven’t decided what to do today.”

“We could . . . go to the beach,” Aiden suggested.

Nikolaos blinked at him. “Well, that was random.”

Aiden shrugged, blushing and looking sheepish. “I have very little experience with dating really.”

“I suppose the beach might be nice,” Nikolaos said, but he sounded doubtful.

“Are you not big on beaches?” Aiden asked curiously.

“Ah . . . I, ah . . . wouldn’t know, actually,” Nikolaos said, now looking as sheepish as Aiden had the moment before.

“Oh,” Aiden said, not particularly finding this odd. After all, it was at least an hour to any decent beach, and he knew a lot of people who had simply never gone. Then he grinned, anticipating taking the poised, stoic man and dragging him into the freezing cold ocean. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Nikolaos raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m not sure I like the looks of that grin,” he said.

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Exactly what sort of grin is it?”

“Honestly? It’s the grin that goes along with watching someone step into ocean water for the first time.”

“Wow, that’s encouraging.”

“It’s fun after you lose feeling in your feet,” Aiden assured him. “And it makes sunbathing so much more fun.”

Nikolaos gave him a long look that could only be described as lustful. “I’d like to watch you sunbathe . . .”

“I wouldn’t mind watching you do the same,” Aiden said, returning the look in kind. “And then of course there’s always the shower when you get home to get all the sand and sunscreen off.”

“Hm . . . we haven’t used your shower yet.” Nikolaos got him around the waist and pulled Aiden into his lap. “I’m not sure it should wait that long.”

“Maybe before and after?” Aiden asked, lacing his fingers behind Nikolaos’ neck.

Nikolaos’ eyes drifted closed for a few seconds, and he pulled Aiden closer to him, settling the other man comfortably in his lap. “You’re sure that we can’t have sex all day?” he joked.

“Well . . . maybe we could rethink it,” Aiden said, his voice a little breathless. “If I’m persuaded properly.”

“I think we could at least have sex all morning,” Nikolaos pointed out.

“And then maybe rethink the plan over lunch,” Aiden said, waiting to see what Nikolaos was going to do.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Nikolaos said, is moving the dishes onto the chairs as he spoke, reaching around Aiden to do so. “I have to meet with my client at one o’clock. You?”

“Two thirty,” Aiden said. He smirked at the other man and added, “I take it that breakfast is over and we’re moving on to desert?”

“I just thought I’d clear the dishes,” Nikolaos said, faking an innocent tone.

“Sure you did,” Aiden said, clearly not believing him for a moment, not that Nikolaos had expected that he would. He slid out of the other man’s lap and boosted himself up to sit on the table, placing his feet on Nikolaos’ chair to either  side of him.

“What are you planning to do up there?” Nikolaos asked.

Aiden leaned back on his hands and poked Nikolaos in the chest with a toe. “We have all sorts of options.”

“Let’s try this one,” Nikolaos said, with a wicked smile. He grabbed Aiden by the ankle and started to tickle his foot mercilessly. Aiden involuntarily kicked out, hard, squawking, but Nikolaos deftly caught him with admirable reflexes and held his foot still. Aiden took a deep breath, taking this as a challenge to his self-control. He moved his other foot, using it to apply pressure to some interesting bits of Nikolaos’ anatomy.

Nikolaos let out a little squawk of his own, although the noise was not entirely surprise. His hold on Aiden’s ankle loosened a little. Aiden just grinned and rubbed a little harder. It took Nikolaos a moment to gather himself, at which point he pounced Aiden all over the kitchen table, tickling every inch that he could reach.

Aiden scrambled further back onto the table. “I didn’t think this was part of the plan!” he protested.

“But it’s so much fun!” Nikolaos replied.

Aiden shrieked as Nikolaos began to tickle him again, and tried to escape, but then had a brilliant idea and yanked Nikolaos down for a very involved kiss. Nikolaos went along with this for a few long second, but then began to tickle again. Somehow, Aiden managed to judge distance while being tickled. He wrapped his arms and legs around Nikolaos and rolled them both over, which was quite a trick, given that Nikolaos’ feet were still on the ground. “Now what?” he asked, smiling smugly down at his captive.

“I’d say that’s up to you,” Nikolaos said, squirming against him.

“I think I can handle that,” Aiden said. He settled himself more comfortably atop Nikolaos, running his hands down the older man’s chest before leaning down for another kiss. Nikolaos put an arm around his waist and pulled him closer, their bodies pressing against each other. “You are wearing far too much,” Aiden informed him, nibbling at his jaw.

“A pair of jeans?” Nikolaos asked, putting in a great amount of effort to keep his voice from being as gaspy as he thought it was probably going to be. “I’m not wearing anything more than you.”

“You’re wearing nothing but jeans?” Aiden asked, interested, biting down on Nikolaos’ lower lip.

“Ahh . . .” It took Nikolaos a moment or two to remember how to speak. “Well, not nothing but,” he finally managed. “How about you?” He slid his hands underneath the waistline of Aiden’s pants in the back. “Anything underneath these?”

Aiden laughed. “I’d like to think there’s something under them.”

Nikolaos was amused. “Should I rephrase to ask what you’re wearing underneath them? Or should I just find out myself?”

“You’re welcome to find out yourself,” Aiden said, his hand straying down the front of Nikolaos pants. “But it’s unfair that you’re wearing two layers.”

“You could remedy that,” Nikolaos said, slowly peeling Aiden’s pants off. “You are the one in charge, after all.”

“Very true.” Aiden sat up, straddling Nikolaos on the kitchen table. Once away from the distraction of Nikolaos’ wandering hands, he undid the jeans. Nikolaos couldn’t resist catching him by the wrists and pulling him down for a very thorough kiss. Aiden moaned, submitting to this without resistance. They broke apart for air a few times, both of them gasping, but kept kissing for several minutes.

Nikolaos’ hands trailed down Aiden’s back, then caught in his pants again, which were only about a quarter of the way off. He traced over the backs of Aiden’s thighs, pushing the pants down around his knees, groaning as Aiden pressed against him and kissed him more fiercely.

Aiden squirmed a little and then stood, kicking his pants off. Nikolaos took a moment to restore precious oxygen to his brain, then watched him hungrily, still lying on his back on the table. “You’re still overdressed,” Aiden said, and reached for his pants. Nikolaos was glad enough to have the problem fixed, but he was totally unable to resist Aiden totally naked. He reached out, putting his hands on Aiden’s hips, teasing him a little. Aiden’s hands fumbled, and he moaned. “That’s making it awfully . . . hard to think,” he gasped out.

“I can’t imagine why,” Nikolaos said, moving his hands to more sensitive areas.

Aiden finally managed to get the pants off, then ran his hands up Nikolaos’ legs, stopping long before they got where Nikolaos wanted him to be. The older man groaned, his fingers digging into Aiden’s hips. “God . . . you’re awful,” he accused.

“And you love it,” Aiden said, leaning down and pressing his lips against Nikolaos’ hip, then licked at the same spot. Nikolaos lost all muscle control as Aiden’s mouth moved closer, and he lay there, gasping for breath. Aiden crawled up him, pausing at his navel and his nipples, then kissing him demandingly on the lips. Nikolaos kissed back passionately, but still let him control it. “You taste better than dessert,” Aiden teased, running his nails up Nikolaos’ sides.

Nikolaos groaned, then managed breathlessly, “How many times can people have sex over the course of one day, I wonder . . .?”

“No clue.” Aiden sat back, taking a moment to loosen the grip Nikolaos had on him, which was rather firm. He ran one hand down Nikolaos’ chest, and over his hip. “What do you want me to do?”

“Uh . . . wha?” Nikolaos asked.

“What do you want?” Aiden asked. He would admit to some amount of curiosity, although they had had a lot of sex over the past twelve hours, it had all been enthusiastic but hasty. There hadn’t really been a moment to stop and find out what the other person liked best. “I mean, I could do this,” he said, seeing that Nikolaos needed help with this concept - unsurprising in a virgin. He leaned in and kissed his firmly, almost aggressively. “Or this,” he added, running fingertips and light nails over his chest. “Or this.” His hands strayed lower. “We have all sorts of options.”

“All those sound good,” Nikolaos moaned, then put some serious thought into it, seeing that Aiden seemed to want a serious answer. When he spoke again, his voice was hesitant, afraid of saying the wrong thing. “It might be nice . . . to take it a little slower. To not be so . . .” His voice trailed off, unable to think of a word that wouldn’t be offensive.

Aiden just smiled, then leaned over and gave him a softer, lingering kiss.

“It’s all right?” Nikolaos asked, when Aiden pulled away.

“Of course it’s all right,” Aiden said. He stood up and offered his hand to Nikolaos, and he took it.

“Although it’s a little late for the starters,” Nikolaos said, his voice teasing again. “Maybe I should ask you to put your clothes back on so I can take them off again.”

Aiden laughed. “Don’t push your luck.”

Nikolaos was blushing by now, gradually turning a color normally reserved for tomatoes. “I just want to know what . . . what normal sex is supposed to be like.”

“We can do that,” Aiden said, heading for the bedroom and tugging Nikolaos along. “Though what we’ve had so far may have been hasty, it wasn’t . . . unusual. But taking things slow can be just as fun as a quick bang in a rolling office chair. And a bit less challenging.”

Nikolaos chuckled a little. “Okay,” he said. He shut the bedroom door behind them and pulled Aiden into another kiss. Aiden went along with this happily, but let the other man set the pace. He sat down on the bed, and pulled Nikolaos down with him. Nikolaos allowed this, putting one knee on either side of Aiden’s hips. He leaned down and brushed his lips over Aiden’s ear, speaking in a low voice. “I want to know what you like . . . so I know what to do for next time . . . and the time after that . . . and the time after that.”

Aiden moaned as Nikolaos nibbled his ear. “Well, I like what you’re doing now,” he managed, trying not to melt totally. Nikolaos put his hand on Aiden’s chest, fingers spreading out over the skin, feeling the heartbeat underneath him. He leaned down, nipping and licking at the ear to see what reaction he would get. Aiden shuddered, his fingers tightening their grip on Nikolaos’ back. “I love the sound of your voice. Just . . . talk to me.”

“What do I say?” Nikolaos asked, a little perplexed.

“Whatever you want,” Aiden replied, nuzzling at the crook of his neck.

“I’ll sound stupid,” Nikolaos said.

“No, you won’t,” Aiden said.

Nikolaos kissed the side of his neck. “How can I talk when my mouth is busy with so many other things?”

“You seem to be doing all right,” Aiden said, his hands sliding over Nikolaos’ skin, exploring more than demanding.

Nikolaos shivered. “You’re beautiful,” he said. He planted a string of kisses along Aiden’s neck and collarbone, not biting anymore, but being gentle.

“So are you,” Aiden replied, tipping his head back. His hand laced through Nikolaos’ hair. “Have I told you yet how wonderful you are?”

“You barely know me,” Nikolaos said, and although he chuckled, there was a note of tension in his voice. He decided to distract Aiden by brushing his fingers over some of the sensitive spots he had discovered. Aiden shuddered and gasped as Nikolaos’ hands trailed lower, over his stomach. Nikolaos, glad he had gotten to stop talking, followed along with his lips and tongue. Aiden just squirmed beneath him, his hand twisting in Nikolaos’ hair.

“You like that?” Nikolaos asked in a low voice.

“How could I not?” Aiden gasped out, his other hand sliding down Nikolaos’ side and resting on his hip, fingers skittering for something to hold. He continued to gasp as Nikolaos continued to slowly make his way downwards. “Nikolaos . . .”

“Hm?” Nikolaos asked, thoroughly enjoying the begging tone of his voice. “Was there something you wanted?” he added, tracing one hand over Aiden’s hip.

“Yeah, your hand a little to the left,” Aiden managed.

“Ask nicely,” Nikolaos said, nipping at his ear.

“Please?”

“Nicer than that,” Nikolaos said, giving them both a minute to breathe before giving Aiden a long, hungry kiss.

Aiden kissed back with enough enthusiasm to leave them both gasping. “Please?”

“I suppose maybe just a little . . .” Nikolaos brushed his hand over Aiden.

“I could beg,” Aiden gasped out. “Or . . .” He paused, his fingers drawing an aimless pattern on Nikolaos’ hip. “You could do me the favor and I could return it in kind.” He watched with a slight smile as Nikolaos’ eyes drifted closed, clearly enjoying the contact. He pulled Nikolaos down so he was lying on his side, and they faced each other. “Now you stop torturing me so much,” he ordered, applying a hand to Nikolaos. Much to his dismay, Nikolaos seemed so efficiently de-brained that he wasn’t going to be returning the favor; all he could do was lie there and moan. Aiden’s hand stilled, although he was smiling. “This was supposed to be mutual, remember?”

Nikolaos tried to catch his breath. “It’s your turn for a while, then.”

“Look, you teased me, now you have to back it up. It’s the only kind thing to do.”

Nikolaos blinked at him for a few seconds. Then he let out a mock growl and pounced, rolling them back over, and leaned down and gave a very thorough licking of everything except what Aiden really wanted him to lick. Aiden laughed and squirmed, gasping for breath, applying light fingertips to Nikolaos, to prove that he could torture too.

When Nikolaos finally got down to business, Aiden moaned and went boneless, his hands fisting loosely in the bed sheets. “Enjoying yourself?” Nikolaos asked in a low voice, pulling away slightly.

“Was the twitching giving me away, or the moaning?” Aiden asked, tugging Nikolaos up to give him another kiss.

Nikolaos obliged. “The moaning. Definitely. Although the twitching was pretty funny.”

“Jerk. You’d twitch too.”

“Mm.” Nikolaos leaned down and licked Aiden’s lips. “Would you care to test that?”

“I’d be happy too,” Aiden said, and set about trying to make Nikolaos twitch. Nikolaos allowed Aiden to roll him over, sprawled out on his back. He tried to keep his breathing steady and even as Aiden licked his way down his body, stopping at all the sensitive spots he could remember. Aiden stopped before he was anywhere near satisfied. “We might want to move on, while we’re still capable.”

Nikolaos just stared at him for a few moments, as if he didn’t quite believe that Aiden would leave him hanging like that. Then he growled and rolled them over, kissing him fiercely. They tangled together and stayed that way for several minutes, just kissing, bodies moving against each other, hands exploring what had been made even more sensitive.

“Where’d we leave that stuff?” Nikolaos asked, fumbling around on the nightstand.

“Right hand side,” Aiden said, and between the two of them, they managed to come up with the necessary items. They moved together slowly at first, still trying to learn, to agree on a rhythm. Nikolaos seemed inclined to keep torturing him at first, but they gradually sped up. They tried a few different positions, until Aiden wound up on top, setting the pace, Nikolaos’ hands on his hips to hold them both steady. They moved together, moaned together, learned each other.

For a long time, afterwards, they lay in silence, both of them half asleep and holding each other contently.

Aiden snuggled up to him. “Feels nice,” he mumbled.

Nikolaos chuckled. “Brain melted, my love?” he asked, and realized with a slight startlement that he had used a word that had never escaped his lips before, and used it entirely by accident.

“Just a little,” Aiden said, accepting the term.

“Mmph. Me too.”

“Was there something we were going to do today?” Aiden asked.

“Hm . . .? Oh . . . sure,” Nikolaos said, and closed his eyes.

They slept.