Guardian

Chapter 8

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 This chapter is rated Mature 🔞 for sexually explicit content. Please read only if you are comfortable. I will try to create continuity in the next chapter if you choose to skip it. 

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BL Songbird

The complete and utter blackness was disconcerting to Aidan. The only reason he knew he was still lying in the bed in the old broken-down house in Scotland was because he could feel the scratchiness of the sheets as he ran his hand across them.

For a moment, he felt like he'd stepped out of time. Was this what it was like to live when there were no city lights? No distractions? He didn't think he would have liked living back before electricity existed.

He tried to settle into the lumpy mattress. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he would order a new mattress first thing. The familiar heat from his sciatic nerve slowly trailed down his leg causing pins, needles, and general discomfort on the way. He knew soon it would cramp his foot, and then it was all over. The pain would settle in like a vice grip and keep him company all night. He tried flipping onto his side and taking one of the crappy pillows to use as a bolster for his aching hip.

Please? He begged his nerve endings. He just wanted to sleep.

The chronic pain was partially the product of cheerleading in high school, and partially genetics, from his mom's side apparently because his dad always said he didn't get it from him.

A creak and bang from the bed next door let him know Thomas was settling in for the night.

Dang, the walls were thin. Fingers crossed. Would Thomas make a good roommate? An image of his amber eyes popped into Aidan's mind, so close that he could imagine tickling their eyelashes together, which were the same color as his hair. Was it imagination, or did they change as he kissed him earlier?

"What was that anyway?" Since when was he so dominant? He was always the one who reciprocated and rarely initiated. He liked feeling a little smaller, Even though he was over six feet. He liked the sensation of someone overpowering him.

His aggressive first move towards Thomas was a little incongruous with his everyday behavior.

Out of nowhere, a female voice spoke as though it were lying right next to him. "Ohh, baby, yeah, put it there."

"Aahh." Aidan jumped out of bed and looked frantically for the source of the noise.

A male voice grunted, "Like that baby?"

Wait, it wasn't actually coming from his room, but rather the next room.

Heat rose from his solar plexus and radiated up his body in waves.

The woman spoke again, "Oh, yeah, just like that."

Seriously? The man decided to watch porn? Aidan banged on the wall, "Hey some of us are trying to sleep here."

"Sorry, sorry." The smirk was so evident in Thomas's voice.

Aidan hoped the eye roll was evident in his response, "Thanks."

Thomas turned down the voices, but the slapping of skin and the occasional "Yes, just like that," was still very discernable. To top things off, the bed next door started creaking.

The image of Thomas came to him so clearly and sharply. His boxers would be pulled down just enough to have easy access to his throbbing member.

Will it be as pale as the rest of him?