Maniac - Necessary Evils #7 - ch. 17 (Patreon)

Hope y'all are ready for the conclusion. I may drop the final chapters all at once.  Or one at a time. This is only loosely edited. I didn't want to make you wait. Hope you like. 

Thomas

Thomas had never been one for baths. Showers had always seemed far more efficient and he rarely had time for languishing in luke-warm water. But now, laying back in the tub with Aiden straddling his hips, massaging his chest with soap-slick hands, he was thinking maybe he’d been too hasty.

Aiden was taking it slow, almost too slow, digging fingers into the muscles of Thomas’s shoulders, his arms, his chest. He ran his fingers through the hair on Thomas’s chest, running his thumbs over his nipples, teasing until he was half hard and squirming beneath him. He couldn’t help himself. When Aiden continued his exploration, palms running lower to his stomach, Thomas arched up into his touch.

Aiden’s thumbs traced the ridges of his abs. “You have a very nice body, Mr. Mulvaney. Has anybody ever told you that before?”

Thomas’s blood rushed from his head to his dick so fast it made him dizzy. He’d barely been able to resist Aiden just existing in a room, but now that he was no longer bound by Thomas’s rules, he was lethal. “Nobody who mattered.”

Aiden looked at him hungrily. “Good.”

“Good?” Thomas asked, amused.

“Mm,” Aiden said, pitching forward to slowly lick from his chin to his lips. “I don’t want anybody to matter but me. Not when it comes to this body anyway.”

Thomas ran his hands up under Aiden’s ass, dragging him against him until they both groaned, a finger playing at his entrance. “And what about your body?”

“What about it?” Aiden teased, sliding his tongue into Thomas’s mouth, retreating just as quickly.

“Who does it belong to?” Thomas asked, gripping the back of Aiden’s head with his other hand and dragging him back in to plunder his mouth thoroughly.

“Like you don’t know?” Aiden said, pulling away to continue his exploration, biting at Thomas’s chin, his earlobe, whatever skin he seemed to find enticing enough to risk the taste of soap.

“Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

“It’s yours,” Aiden said, rolling his hips again, sending jolts of electricity along Thomas’s spine. “It’s always been yours.”

“If you keep talking like that we’re never going to get anything done for the rest of our lives,” Thomas said, pushing a finger inside.

Aiden sank back on it, lids going half-mast. “I’m good with that. Noah can take over and you can just live out the rest of your days as my sex slave.”

“I think I’m a little past my prime,” Thomas said.

Aiden looked down at Thomas’s cock, gripping it in a tight squeeze and stroking him in a way that made him groan. “I don’t know. It’s been working just fine so far.”

Fuck, this felt good. Not just Aiden’s hands or his body, but just the lack of tension between them. The ease of it all. It felt surreal. Never had Thomas allowed himself to imagine a time when this could be his reality. Where Aiden was his—fully his—without having to push him away.

Aiden gripped his face hard. “Hey, where’d you go? Don’t do that thing where you start thinking too much.”

Thomas shook his head. Aiden knew him so well. “Yeah, okay.”

“Let’s go to bed,” Aiden said, giving him another hungry kiss, before hastily rinsing the soap from Thomas’s chest.

He didn’t argue. When Aiden exited the tub, he followed. They didn’t even towel off, just fell onto the mattress still wet. Thomas rolled Aiden beneath him, coming up on his forearms to look down at him.

He wanted to say something–something big and profound–but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. Aiden smiled, lifting just enough to capture his mouth in a kiss. “I know,” he said.

Thomas nodded, hoping it was true. But he didn’t want to have any big conversations right now, conversations that were probably long overdue. So he distracted himself, dipping his head to lick over Aiden’s nipple, tugging it with his teeth until he hissed, bucking up against him.

Thomas smiled, giving the other nipple the same treatment, before sliding lower between Aiden’s legs, burying his face in the crease of his leg, inhaling deeply. Was it weird how much he fucking craved that scent, he sucked at Aiden’s balls, before running his tongue over the underside of his heavy cock.

Aiden was breathing heavily. He tangled his fingers in Thomas’s hair, trying to drag his mouth where he wanted it, but Thomas ignored him until he growled in frustration. Only then did he swallow him down, sucking him from root to tip, teasing at the crown, before making his way down once more.

“Christ,” Aiden muttered, writhing beneath him like he was trying to stop himself from fucking up into his mouth.

Thomas took him deeper, letting him cut off his air supply as he swallowed around him. Who needed air? Thomas would gladly go without just to hear Aiden panting his name.

Thomas pulled off as something hit his arm. The lube. Aiden certainly hadn’t gained any subtlety. Thomas laughed, slicking up two fingers, positioning them at Aiden’s entrance, taking him back in his mouth as he worked his fingers inside.

Aiden’s hands once more found Thomas’s hair and twisted. But he wouldn’t be swayed, he sucked him slowly, worked his fingers in and out slowly, finding that spot inside Aiden that made him fucking whimper—actually whimper.

God, that sound was addictive.

“Enough, Tommy,” Aiden said, tugging at Thomas’s hair hard enough to make his point. “Fuck me already.”

Thomas sat up on his knees between Aiden’s legs, using the lube to slick himself, swiping some over Aiden’s hole. Thomas knew the minute he slid inside he was going to lack the patience to go slow.

He dragged Aiden down the mattress until he was where he wanted him, watching as he pressed inside Aiden’s body. Thomas could have come just from that alone. It should be illegal for anything to feel as good as sliding into him felt. It was better than any drug.

When he was all the way inside, he pulled free, then slammed home again. Fuck, he took it so well. He caught Aiden’s knees over his elbows leaning forward practically bending him in half so he could kiss him as he drove into him. Aiden’s hands found his ass, spurring him on, like he needed even more.

“Oh, fuck.”

“That what you wanted?” Thomas managed.

“Mm, for most of my life,” Aiden admitted in a gasp.

Fuck. Thomas kissed him again, his tongue spearing into his mouth with every thrust. Aiden’s blunt nails were all but clawing at his skin. Thomas would wear every fucking mark like a badge of honor. He’d spent his whole life fantasizing about what it would be like to have Aiden in his bed, underneath him, letting him use his body.

Fuck. He was already so close. Aiden just did it for him. Would there ever come a time when this seemed mundane? He didn’t think so. He sat back a bit so he could reach for Aiden’s cock, but he batted his hand away. “Uh-uh,” he said, dragging Thomas back to him and locking his legs around his waist. “I’m going to finish inside you. Once you come, it’s my turn.”

Jesus. Had Aiden always been so fucking blunt? Probably, yeah. Thomas had just never given him the opportunity. Still, there they were. Aiden contented himself with licking and sucking at whatever skin he could reach. It would leave marks, but he didn’t care. He just didn’t care what anybody thought about them anymore. Maybe it was his impending orgasm talking? Maybe he was drunk off the tight squeeze of Aiden’s hole milking his cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Do it,” Aiden panted against his ear. “Fill me up. I want to be inside you with your come still painting my insides.”

Thomas flushed. What a dirty mouth he had. But he was too far gone to give it much thought, driving inside Aiden a few more times before his hips stuttered, his release slamming into him like a truck as he emptied himself inside.

He was still panting when Aiden gently pushed him off of him. “On your stomach.”

That wouldn’t be a problem. Thomas did as Aiden asked, perfectly compliant. Aiden kissed his neck even as he worked wet fingers into Thomas’s hole. He hissed at the slight intrusion, but more from instinct than actual discomfort. Aiden’s exploration was perfunctory, more making sure Thomas could take it than attempting to pleasure him with his hand. Almost as quickly as they arrived, they were gone, replaced with the blunt head of Aiden’s cock.

His body had a much more visceral reaction to that invasion. He hissed at the slight burn of it, tensing before remembering that would only make it worse. Besides, he wanted this invasion, liked the way his body made accommodation for Aiden, like he belonged there.

Aiden didn’t stop until he was buried as deep as he could go. His fingers found Thomas’s hair once more, tugging his head to the side to mouth at his cheek, his ear, his throat, as he rocked lazily in and out of Thomas’s body.

“You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you,” Thomas said.

And it was true. He wasn’t able to get hard again, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like it. There was something soothing about Aiden’s weight on top of him, using him for his own pleasure. Aiden deserved to use Thomas after the years he’d made him wait. He deserved everything.

Aiden’s breath was panting in his ear, his fingers twisting in his hair, his cock filling him just right. If Thomas could have gotten hard again, he absolutely would have. It was all too perfect, it felt too fucking good.

“I love fucking you,” Aiden growled into his ear.

Thomas’s cock did stir at Aiden’s words. How could he not? “I like when you fuck me,” he said, breathless.

Aiden’s weight lifted, disorienting Thomas for a moment before strong hands gripped his hips, pulling him back until he was where Aiden wanted him. His breath left him as Aiden pulled almost all the way free before driving home again in a way that had Thomas’s toes curling.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Aiden was strong, strong enough that Thomas was certain he’d have finger shaped bruises on his hips in the morning. The thought stirred something deep inside. Aiden used him hard and well until Thomas was half hard again. Then Aiden cried out, dragging Thomas back against him one last time before collapsing on top of him. The heavy weight of him pressing Thomas back down into the mattress.

Aiden’s dead weight should have been too much, but it wasn’t. It was perfect. So perfect that Thomas started to doze off.

“I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the day we met,” Aiden said out of nowhere.

Thomas closed his eyes, still able to perfectly picture Aiden when he was younger. Hair bleached blonde, hoodie up, feet on the table, mad at the world.

Thomas gave a low chuckle. “You were so hostile towards me.”

“I was hostile towards everybody, but you were different. It killed me when you sent me away,” Aiden admitted.

Is that what Aiden thought? That Thomas had banished him? It wasn’t like that. It had never been like that. This was a conversation they should have had a long time ago.

Thomas sighed. “I didn’t send you away to punish you. I wanted you to find someone your own age. I wanted you to see that it was just a crush. That you were just going through some kind of…transference. Hero worship, maybe.”

Aiden snaked his arms under Thomas’s, resting his cheek on his shoulder blade. “Yet, here we are, all these years later. Do you still think it’s a crush?”

How could Thomas explain it to Aiden in a way that didn’t sound selfish? That didn’t sound like an excuse. Thomas had had a million reasons for refusing him, not the least of which was his age. He’d loved Aiden but not like that. Never like that. He’d been a child. It wasn’t until later, when he finished college, that Thomas really saw him as a man. But that hadn’t changed anything.

“No, but if I hadn’t sent you away, things would have gotten…complicated. I wanted you to be happy. I know having me would have made you happy short term, but you were a kid. I could never prey on a child that way. Besides, look what happened when you came home? How long did I manage to refuse you?”

“I was twenty-two years old, by then,” Aiden said. “I was very much an adult.”

“Only in the eyes of the law. I was thirty-six,” Thomas reminded him, heart aching. “I was thirty-six with seven children, one of which was you. Do you know what the press would have done to us had we somehow started a relationship? The scandal would have broken us.”

“And now?” Aiden asked.

Thomas could feel every deep breath Aiden took, like he was just waiting for Thomas to say something that would break his heart again. “And now we take the risk. We’re adults. All of us. We can all weather the scandal together. Especially if we get ahead of it. But none of that will matter if we don’t find this fucking blackmailer.”

Thomas’s lids fluttered as Aiden pressed a soft kiss to the back of his neck. “I think we should tell people the truth.”

Thomas’s heart skipped a beat. “Define the truth?”

“The truth about Shane. It will be one less thing for people to blackmail us over in the future,” Aiden reasoned.

“Will it? Or will it just entice reporters to dig deeper into the family?” Thomas asked.

“Not if we let Zane do it. Let Zane write a tell-all about the entire fucked up Mulvaney family. If people think there’s no other skeletons in our closet because Zane told them all, they’ll lose interest. People like snooping, once they find the answers they get bored and look for a new mystery. Just…just think about it.”

Thomas nodded.

Maybe Aiden was right. Maybe the best way to keep the family safe was to expose all of the darkness, all the abuse, the suffering, everything. Once and for all. Compared to his family’s past, his relationship with Aiden would barely seem like a blip on the radar.

Thomas just needed his family to be okay. He needed them safe and happy and free. He needed to find this fucking blackmailer so they could put him down…and figure out if he’d really made a…hub of serial killers. The thought chilled him more than a little bit. Not just one monster, but a collective of them. They would all have to be dispatched, before they revealed too much.

“Go to sleep,” Aiden said, slipping free of Thomas’s body and rolling them both onto their sides.

Thomas let Aiden manhandle him into little spoon, his fuzzy thigh pressed between Thomas’s knees, his arm an iron bar across his waist.

“Shouldn’t we clean up first.”

“No,” Aiden mumbled, already half asleep.

Thomas smiled despite himself. Aiden was nothing if not decisive. Thomas loved that about him. He shook his head. He loved everything about him.