Maniac - Necessary Evils #7 - ch. 15 (Patreon)

Next chapter. It's all schmoop and smut. Unbeta'd, unedited, subject to change. Hope you enjoy. Eek. 

Thomas

Thomas was on edge. It felt like they were somehow now barreling closer to the truth and he wasn’t sure how he should feel about it. No matter the answer, it wouldn’t be anything good. There was no peace to be found from this. Whoever was out to destroy him, knew everything.

But why were they stalling? Thomas hadn’t paid. Why didn’t the blackmailer just release what they knew? Because it wasn’t about that. It was about revenge. Revenge for Shane? But why? Fuck. It made no sense. Part of Thomas just wished the asshole would go public already. It had to be easier than carrying this giant fucking secret forever. What was the worst that could happen? The public learned his family wasn’t perfect?

Or would people dig deeper?

That was the real fear. That once they knew the truth, people would want to know more and more and they might eventually realize that his family’s past wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg in the grand scheme of shocking secrets. Not by a long shot. A scandal about a murder/suicide? Scandalous for sure. A family of homicidal vigilantes? A death sentence. A real one.

Aiden studied his profile from the passenger seat, his worry evident. Thomas could practically hear Aiden trying to figure out how to make it better, how to make it right. And Thomas wanted so badly to let him.

That was the other problem. When Aiden was with him it was so much easier to just let him fix things. Aiden was good at fixing things. He was good at managing crises. He was good at managing Thomas.

Too good. Before Aiden, Thomas had spent years solving his own problems. That was who he needed to be now. For the family. He needed to be the leader. It's what was expected of him. It’s what was right.

But now that Aiden was there—right there beside him—Thomas had a hard time letting go of this pull to just let him take care of everything. But he had to stop relying on him so much. Right? That was the right thing to do. He should be taking care of him, not the other way around.

Fuck.

Thomas had let the others leave the coroner’s house first, ensuring they were far out of sight before he stepped on the gas and eased onto the barely there road. He thought about turning on the radio, just for something to take his mind off his thoughts, but couldn’t bring himself to lift his hand off the wheel long enough to reach for the button.

He jumped as Aiden’s hand landed on his thigh, squeezing gently. “You good?”

Aiden’s voice slid over him like silk. That low timbre just did something to his insides. How did he do it? How did Aiden just carry himself like he knew all the secrets of the universe? Like he always knew the right thing to do? There had never been a time—not even when he was eighteen—that Aiden hadn’t walked with the confidence of ten men.

“I’m fine,” Thomas managed, even though it was obvious he wasn’t.

Aiden smirked at him, eyeing his semi-hard erection, his hand sliding further up Thomas’s thigh at a pace designed to torment. “You sure?”

That level of ego was intoxicating. Thomas’s kink was competence, it seemed. And Aiden did everything well. Thomas took a shuddering breath as Aiden’s thumb traced the outline of his now rigid cock.

Yeah, Everything.

He let his knees fall open as much as he could while driving, letting him know he wasn’t opposed to whatever Aiden had in mind.  His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, stealing a glance, only to find Aiden looking at him like he was about to tear him apart.

Fuck, how did he do that? How did he make Thomas’s heart hurt and his cock ache at the same time? He shifted in his seat, wanting more of Aiden touching him, but Aiden refused, teasing his thumb along Thomas’s zipper in a barely there touch that made him squirm.

When Thomas groaned, Aiden chuckled, then leaned into his space, his other hand landing on the back of his neck to hold him steady while he traced the shell of his ear with his tongue. “Eyes on the road.”

“They’re on the road,” Thomas said, once more trying to coax Aiden’s hand on his dick to do something.

“What’s wrong?” Aiden teased, applying just enough pressure to make Thomas grind against his palm.

“You’re distracting me,” Thomas chastised. “We could get into an accident.”

“Mm,” Aiden agreed. “Should I stop, Tommy?”

“You should stop being such a fucking tease,” Thomas murmured.

Aiden sucked at his earlobe, squeezing the back of his neck and his cock in tandem. “Okay, I can do that. But you need to pull the car over. Safety first.”

Thomas didn’t pull over, just hit the brake and threw it in park, turning to press his lips to Aiden’s. He let him kiss him, but didn’t deepen the kiss.

“Tell me what you want?” Aiden said, licking over the seam of his lips.

“This. You,” Thomas said, unable to verbalize what it was he needed as he chased Aiden’s lips.

“You have me,” Aiden promised, repeating the words Thomas had said to him the other night. “You’ve always had me.” With that he used his thumb to tug down Thomas’s jaw, fucking his tongue into his mouth in a way that made Thomas’s head spin, before pulling back to say, “And you can have me whenever and however you want.”

Thomas blinked at him. Was Aiden saying what he thought he was saying? It shouldn’t have shocked him. They’d been to bed a few times now and there hadn’t been any thought to the roles they’d fallen into. But now, Aiden was looking into his eyes like he was trying to make sure Thomas understood what he offered.

“What are you saying?” He needed to be sure. Or maybe he just wanted to hear those words on Aiden’s lips.

“Fuck me, Tommy,” he said against his lips, once more working his tongue over Thomas’s.

Thomas pulled back, looking around the car and the semi-wilderness beyond. “Here?”

“Why not?”

Lube? Room? Strangers seeing their bare asses through the window of the SUV and it ending up on fucking TMZ? “It’s not like we came…prepared,” Thomas said, lamely.

Aiden’s hand groped him persistently through his jeans. “Thomas Mulvaney? Not prepared for something? Gasp,” Aiden said, still sipping from his lips. “The scandal.”

Maybe it was his teasing tone? Maybe it was the way he was kneading his aching cock in a way that was making him see stars, whatever it was, Thomas lost his ability to see reason. He turned, sealing their lips together in a kiss he hoped conveyed all the words he was currently choking on. Of course, he wanted him, wanted to fuck him. Anytime, anywhere. Who wouldn’t?

Aiden slipped his tongue into Thomas’s mouth, making a sound of approval when he sucked on it.

“Does this mean you want me,” Aiden asked, biting at his lower lip.

“You know I fucking do,” Thomas managed.

Aiden’s hand was already on the button on Thomas’s jeans. “Then say it. Tell me how bad you want to fuck me.”

Thomas made a noise of frustration, biting at Aiden’s jaw, then his throat. “I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you clenching around my cock. Good enough?”

Aiden made an appreciative sound, plunging his hand into Thomas’s underwear and stroking him a few times. “But the question now, Mr. Mulvaney…is how do you want to fuck me?”

“You’re pushing your fucking luck, Aiden. I have an alphabetized list of all the ways I’ve thought of fucking you but if you don’t let me get on with it, it won’t matter. Your hand feels too fucking good.”

Aiden laughed, releasing him. Then he was squirming his way into the backseat, reaching back to drag Thomas with him. Neither of them were small men, leading to an awkward tangle of limbs that ended with Thomas sitting on the seat and Aiden straddling his lap. but as soon as Thomas’s ass hit the seat Aiden was on him, climbing into his lap. Then nothing was funny anymore.

Thomas captured Aiden’s mouth, fucking his tongue between his lips, his hands going for his buttons on his shirt. But he quickly lost patience, yanking the fabric off his shoulders to drag his mouth along whatever skin he could reach. Fuck, he felt so good.

Thomas licked and sucked at Aiden’s nipples, even as he rolled his hips down, grinding against Thomas’s cock, using the back of the seat to create friction and pressure that had them both panting.

Thomas wanted to slow down, wanted to savor every single moment, but then they were both tearing at each other's clothes, their mouths clashing, teeth bumping until they were skin on skin with not a stitch between them.

Aiden’s hand found his cock again, jerking him roughly, almost painfully.

“If you keep doing that, it's going to be over before it starts,” Thomas said against his lips.

Aiden took Thomas’s hand, lifting it to his lips and sucking two fingers into his mouth obscenely. Thomas hissed, his hips rutting against Aiden’s now leaking cock. He rose up on his knees, guiding Thomas’s hand back, until Thomas realized what Aiden wanted.

Thomas might come from just this alone. He gripped Aiden’s ass with one hand, two spit slick fingers sliding into the crevice, rubbing against his hole. Aiden didn’t give him the chance to push inside, just pressed himself back until Thomas’s fingers were buried in the tight squeeze of his body.

They both moaned. Thomas leaned forward, kissing any part of Aiden he could reach as he rode his fingers, biting at his ribs, his hip bones, reveling in the way Aiden pulled and tugged on his hair, guiding Thomas’s mouth where he wanted it next.

After a minute or two, Aiden tugged at his hair, making him look at him. “I’m good.”

Thomas nodded, withdrawing his fingers. Aiden once more used his spit, this time to slick Thomas’s cock, then lining himself up. When he started to lower himself, Thomas grabbed his hips at the last moment. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you.”

Aiden studied him, his hands cupping his face. “I don’t mind hurting for you. I’ve been doing it for years. It’s who we are. It’s who we’ve always been. But this is the kind of hurt I want.”

Before Thomas could even formulate a response, Aiden was sinking down on him, encasing his cock in the most exquisite heat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How did that feel so fucking good? He gripped Aiden’s ass, spreading him open, rising up to meet every downward motion, wanting to get as deep as he could, wanting to leave him as full as possible. Aiden gripped the back of the seat once more, his expression pinched as he worked himself on him.

Maybe Aiden was right. Maybe this was just who they were, never allowing themselves pleasure unless it came with some level of sacrifice. Not that this felt like any kind of…penance. It was a little raw, a little painful…there was no smooth glide, just a sort of disjointed catch and slide that ached even as it shot jolts of delicious heat along his nerve endings.

Aiden grabbed Thomas’s hand, licking his palm and guiding it to his cock. Thomas jerked him in time with his motions, both of them too far gone to do anything but hold on to each other as they chased their own orgasms.

Thomas tried to hold off, tried to wait until Aiden was there too, but he just couldn’t. The heat, the friction, the smell of their sweat, the panting grunts of Aiden working himself on Thomas’s cock…it was all too fucking much. He couldn’t stop himself. When he came, he bit down on Aiden’s chest, something that was wholly unlike him, but he just needed it, needed to feel his flesh between his teeth, needed to leave some mark, some visual reminder that this was all real, that Thomas had been inside him.

Pleasure rolled over him in waves, his blunt nails digging into Aiden’s hips even as his teeth dug into his skin. Aiden cried out, Thomas pulled away just in time to watch his release spill over his fist onto Thomas’s belly. He continued to work him in his fist, fascinated as he just kept coming. Finally, Aiden batted his hand away with a full body shiver.

The both sat there, trying to drag in breaths while Thomas tried to will his heartbeat back to a normal rhythm, an almost impossible with Aiden clinging to him, his forehead resting on his shoulder.

Thomas wasn’t sure how long they sat there, but when Aiden finally shifted his weight, his muscles were stiff and they were both sticky, covered in sweat and cum. “This was hotter during the sex,” Aiden said, looking down at them with a grimace.

“There’s wipes in the kill kit under the floorboard in the back,” Thomas noted. Aiden was up on his knees once more, then leaning over the back row, ass in the air as he rifled through the hidden compartment, giving a triumphant cry when he found what he was looking for. Thomas slapped his ass a second before Aiden settled back into the backseat, beside him this time.

They took their time cleaning each other up and getting dressed, at one point having to leave the vehicle to do so. When they got back in the front seat, Aiden insisted on driving. Thomas was content to let him. When he took his hand, threading their fingers together on the center console, Thomas closed his eyes, enjoying the unfamiliar feeling spreading through his chest.

What was it? Not love. He did love Aiden, but he loved a lot of people. It was something else, something soothing and…quiet. Contentment. He was content. When was the last time he’d ever felt completely at ease? And why now? Things were not settled by any means. Maybe he was just cum drunk. But it didn’t feel that way.

Whatever it was, he didn’t want to lose it. He didn’t want it to go away. He didn’t want Aiden to go away.

“I can hear you thinking from here,” Aiden said, squeezing his hand. “We’re so close to figuring this out. You just have to hang in there for a few more days. Okay?”

Thomas nodded. “It’s not that. I mean, of course, it’s that, but it’s not just that.” He spared a glance at Aiden who was now frowning at him. This time it was Thomas who squeezed his hand. “Now, I can hear you thinking,” he teased.

“Well you have a bit of a track record,” Aiden said, sounding slightly huffy. “Whenever you get all broody, it usually means I’m about to be dismissed…again.”

Thomas smiled, he couldn’t help himself. It was true. Twenty years of push and pull. For nothing. So much time he wasted. He owed Aiden a million apologies, but that would never be enough to undo the damage, to get back the time wasted. So instead, he just said, “I love you.”

The car veered dangerously towards a grove of trees, before Aiden recovered, giving Thomas a wide-eyed look. “W-what?”

Thomas shrugged. “I love you.”

“But…” Aiden asked warily.

Thomas shook his head. “No buts. I love you. And I think it's time you come home. Forever.”

Aiden’s eyes darted from the road to Thomas and back again, like it was suddenly him having the crisis. “Where is all this coming from? Is this the orgasm talking?” Aiden shook his head. “You know what? I don’t care why. Yes, I’ll come home. Forever. But if you wake up tomorrow and say you’ve changed your mind, I’m going to lock you in the fucking basement and keep you there forever.”

That feeling of warmth continued to spread through Thomas until he felt almost giddy from it. His smile spread to a full-on grin. “I won’t change my mind. Not this time.”

Aiden grinned back and for a full thirty seconds they just smiled at each other like idiots. But then Aiden’s smile suddenly disappeared. “Fuck.”

Thomas frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“One of us is definitely going to fucking die now for sure,” Aiden muttered.

“What?” Thomas asked, amused.

“This isn’t how we do things,” Aiden said. “We pine, we fight, we fuck, then we yell at each other, then we hate each other and then we ignore each other…until it gets to be too much and we do it all over again. We’re not the type who get happy endings. That’s not for people like us. Now you’ve gone and said you love me with no qualifiers afterwards and that for sure means the universe is going to fuck us.”

Thomas blinked rapidly, then laughed. “I had no idea you were so…superstitious.”

“It’s not about superstition, it’s just my bad luck,” Aiden muttered. “I’m not allowed to have something I want. Ever.”

Even for all of his opining, he still hadn’t stopped holding Thomas’s hand. Aiden didn’t really mean what he was saying. He was just…venting. Scared. Thomas knew that. Because he was scared too. Loving Aiden meant having something to lose. And while Thomas had always loved Aiden, it felt like some cursed, fairy-tale, Greek tragedy kind of love. There had been safety in knowing you couldn’t lose what you never had.

But they definitely had something to lose now. They probably always had. “I promise I won’t die on you. And I won’t let you die on me.”

It was a ridiculous thing to say and optimistic considering their current situation, but Aiden’s shoulders sagged. “Promise?”