Aiden had thought that one time with Jordi Chin would be enough. By all rights it should have been enough.
It wasn't.
Every time Aiden's phone rang after what he privately thought of as 'The Jordi Incident', he half-expected it to be the fixer, making good on his threat of calling on Aiden for a booty call. Aiden had already decided that if and when that happened, Aiden, with all of the maturity, self-respect and control that he possessed, would politely decline the offer. He would not, despite what his instincts at the time might insist, tell Jordi to go fuck himself, or, and this was possibly much more likely and infinitely worse, immediately give in and agree to have sex with Jordi again.
But Jordi did not call, either in pursuit of sex or with the offer of another job. With every day that passed Aiden found himself growing more and more frustrated. After all, Jordi was the one who had made the first move, and Jordi was the one who had suggested that the two of them might fuck again. If Jordi was so interested in Aiden then why hadn't the fixer contacted him?
Aiden suspected he did not masturbate as much as the average male, but even by his standards it was a long time between The Incident and the next time he actually allowed himself to jerk off, mostly because he was afraid that when he did he would be plagued by the memory of Jordi's body on top of his own, Jordi's hands and mouth roaming all over him, the purr of Jordi's voice as he demanded that Aiden beg for him.
After two weeks of denying himself Aiden finally gave in and discovered that his fears were well-founded. When he closed his eyes he found that he could not escape the memory of Jordi's wicked smile. He ached for the other man's touch, and when he came it was to the thought of Jordi's mouth wrapped around his cock, and the other man's name on his lips.
And still Jordi did not call him.
Several times Aiden found himself staring at Jordi's contact information on his phone, his thumb hovering over the call button.
Why do I even want to call him? Aiden asked himself. Even if I did, what the hell would I say? 'Please Jordi; I desperately want you to fuck me again'? Of course not. Even if I was that weak and desperate, which I am not, admitting as much to Jordi would be a monumental mistake.
Revealing such a weakness to Jordi would be as good as admitting that the other man had won. Hell, even contacting Jordi in the first place would mean that he had won and Aiden had lost.
Aiden wasn't even sure the other man knew they were at war. He had to though, didn't he? He had to know what his silence was doing to Aiden. Surely Jordi was just waiting for Aiden to contact him, and that insufferable Cheshire cat grin would break out on his face the moment he saw Aiden's number on his phone. Surely Jordi was getting off to memories of The Incident as well; of Aiden, desperate and broken beneath him.
Weeks passed, and Aiden only grew more and more frustrated. In the end it was two whole months before he heard from Jordi again; two months of pining and hatred and attempting and ultimately failing to keep Jordi out of his mind.
When Jordi rang up he didn't even mention the possibility of them fucking again. He explained quite calmly and professionally that he needed a hacker for his current job, gave Aiden the details and then hung up, without flirting or joking with Aiden once.
In the two days between the call and the job itself Aiden found himself growing nervous, not because of the mission, but because there was no getting around the fact that he would have to actually deal with Jordi and the almost overwhelming tension that The Incident had left between them.
In the end the mission went off without a hitch. Aiden had expected the same level of violence and chaos that their last mission together had brought about, but Jordi managed to put a bullet through the head of his target and the two of them had escaped before security had even realised they were there.
And the whole time Jordi acted as though nothing between the two of them had changed. He joked. Of course he joked. If he hadn't then Aiden would have been even more worried than he already was. Jordi waltzed through the whole mission with more flare than Aiden thought appropriate or safe, he laughed and teased and clearly enjoyed pulling the trigger on his target more than a sane person should, but he never flirted with Aiden or brought up that night by the river.
It was driving Aiden crazy. He wished that Jordi would just talk about The Incident or make a pass at him and get it over with already.
Soon enough the mission was over however. The two of them stood by the side of the road, Jordi having just finished wiring Aiden's pay to his account. Aiden was so tense he felt like he could barely breathe.
"Well, that was fun," Jordi said, nodding at Aiden and heading for the sleek, undoubtedly stolen sports car that was waiting for him, "and profitable. See you next time Pearce."
"Wait," Aiden cried out, unable to take the tension any longer.
"Hrm?" Jordi paused, one hand already on the top of the car's open driver-side door, and raised an eyebrow in Aiden's direction.
"Aren't you…" Aiden began, finding the words getting stuck in his throat. "You know…"
He gestured vaguely, unable to bring himself to say the actual words. Jordi had to have been thinking the same thing though, right? No doubt Jordi was fucking loving watching Aiden squirm, and relishing every moment of discomfort that his silence was bringing the hacker.
However, when Aiden looked at Jordi he discovered that the fixer just looked confused.
"Aren't we going to…?" Aiden tried again.
Jordi still wasn't getting it. He just stood there staring at Aiden as though the hacker wasn't making any sense to him at all.
"Shit, no, that's not what I meant to say," Aiden quickly backtracked when he realised that in a certain light his previous words could have been seen as a proposition.
"I mean, aren't you going to…?"
"Don't hurt yourself Pearce," Jordi joked. "Aren't I going to… what exactly?"
"Aren't you going to ask me if…" Aiden was growing frustrated. Somehow Jordi was making him feel like an embarrassed teenager, grappling with his attraction to men for the very first time. It was humiliating; perhaps even more than it had been when the two of them had actually fucked.
Jordi had now crossed his arms in front of his chest, and was still looking at Aiden as though the hacker was speaking in a language that he didn't understand. Surely Jordi knew what he was trying to say though? The bastard was just standing there letting Aiden make a fool of himself. No doubt he was finding the whole thing absolutely fucking hilarious.
"Aren't you going to ask me if I want to fuck!?" Aiden said, the words exploding from his mouth far louder than he had intended them to. It was still only late afternoon, just after peak hour, and several people turned to stare at Aiden after his outburst.
Jordi's brows shot up. For a few seconds he continued to just stare at Aiden, as though the hacker's words had stunned him, and then the corners of his mouth twitched slowly upwards into that god-awful, shit-eating grin that Aiden hated so much.
Jordi leaned back against his car and began to laugh.
Aiden groaned. Of course Jordi would find the whole thing hilarious. He had won after all. He had succeeded in making Aiden act like a desperate fucking idiot.
"Holy shit Pearce," Jordi finally said, wiping away tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes. "You've been worried about that this whole fucking time, haven't you?"
Aiden rolled his eyes at the other man. It was his turn now to fold his arms in front of his chest and just stare at his opponent.
"You know," Jordi said, still grinning widely. "Maybe if you tried asking me nicely…"
"I wasn't… I wasn't asking," Aiden muttered, annoyed that Jordi would even think such a thing. "Asshole. It's just after last time I thought that you would…"
He shrugged, not wanting to say any more than he already had. He had already made enough of a fool of himself for one day. He waited for more teasing, or for Jordi to reveal that he had, after all, known what Aiden had been leading up to and had been loving every painful second of it. When Jordi finally did speak however he didn't say what Aiden had expected him to.
"You assumed I was going to hit on you again. Why?" Jordi asked, all trace of that shit-eating grin having disappeared from his face. "You know something Pearce, as fun as that evening was, and I mean, it was really fun, I'll give you that; we are fucking amazing at having sex; but yeah, as fun as it was, if I'm remembering things correctly, you didn't seem all that keen on a repeat performance. In fact, when I mentioned the idea you said something like, and correct me if I'm wrong 'don't get your hopes up.'"
Aiden cringed as the other man's hands finished forming quotation marks around the words. He had said that, hadn't he? But he had expected Jordi to be as annoyingly persistent and inconsiderate of others' feelings when it came to sex as he was with everything else. In fact Aiden had feared that he would have been fighting off an amorous Jordi for months or perhaps even years to come. The fact that he wasn't was almost… well… disappointing.
"I thought…" Aiden began, before he realised there was no way he could finish that sentence and still keep his dignity intact, and ended up just shrugging instead.
"You thought what?" Jordi asked.
"I mean, I didn't hate it," Aiden conceded.
He had expected Jordi to laugh at him again, but instead Jordi seemed to be even more annoyed and frustrated by the situation than Aiden was.
"Jesus fucking Christ Pearce…" he cursed beneath his breath. "You've been waiting for me to ask, haven't you? Not just today I mean. You've been waiting for me to actually make good on that booty call; the booty call that you pretty much turned down as soon as I suggested it."
Suddenly Aiden found it very hard to meet Jordi's eyes.
"Well you know something Pearce?" Jordi continued. "I'm not a fucking mind-reader, okay? It's been what… a couple of months since we fucked? You could have… you could have picked up the phone at any fucking time you liked and called me and said 'oh hey Jordi; why don't we fuck again?'"
He could have, but then Jordi would have won.
"Or maybe you could have, I don't know," Jordi continued, throwing his hands up in the air as he did, "admitted that you actually fucking enjoyed yourself. Just an idea Pearce."
Aiden didn't know what Jordi expected him to say. It was possible that Jordi had a point, but there was no way that Aiden was actually going to admit that, and certainly not to Jordi's face.
"You know what?" Jordi said, finally getting up from where he had been leaning against the car. "Fuck all of this. Get in the car."
"What?" Aiden asked.
"Get in the car," Jordi repeated. "Or, I don't know, fucking leave or something, but I am not continuing this conversation in the middle of the fucking street where everyone can hear us. Pretty sure we've already scandalized one old man and there is a mother who passed us a moment ago who is probably going to have fun explaining what a booty call is to her six year old, so either get in the fucking car or leave and promise me right now that we're not going to have this same awkward conversation the next time we work together."
Jordi slipped into the driver's seat, opened the passenger door rather roughly and then sat there waiting for Aiden.
Aiden wasn't a fool. He knew that if he got into the car with Jordi then they would probably end up having sex again. If he left now then he could say farewell to the whole mess, pretend that The Jordi Incident never happened and get on with his lonely, sexless life once more.
He took a deep breath and glanced inside the car to find Jordi's eyes watching him closely. He was instantly transported back to the river bank, to Jordi thrusting deep within him and watching him with those dangerously dark eyes.
Aiden got into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.
The first few minutes of the drive were almost completely silent. Jordi gripped the wheel tightly, his mouth and brow fixed into a more pronounced frown than Aiden felt comfortable seeing on the other man's face.
Eventually Jordi sighed and turned the car's radio on. Loud, heavy RnB began to blare over the speakers. Aiden simply sat there, arms once again crossed in front of his chest, and wondered how dealing with Jordi had suddenly become even more painful and difficult than it had been before.
He didn't know where Jordi was taking him. He supposed it didn't matter. No matter where they ended up things were inevitably going to be awkward and terrible and Aiden would spend the whole time wishing that he was somewhere else, with the possible exception of during the sex itself; the sex that might not even happen if Jordi's current anger was any indication.
They had made it halfway across the city by the time Jordi pulled up in front of a seemingly random high-rise and turned the engine off. After the blaring music that had accompanied them through the drive the relative quiet seemed deafening.
"So," Jordi began, drawing the word out and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, his anger, or at least most of it, having apparently already dissipated. "You want to come up?"
Aiden glanced over at the high rise that they had parked next to. It looked like a pretty expensive establishment, but he had always assumed that Jordi would live in luxury. What surprised him was the thought that Jordi might actually be willing to show Aiden where he lived.
"You have a room here?" he asked.
Jordi scoffed at that.
"Not permanently," he said, and Aiden was surprised to realise how relieved he was to see Jordi's familiar smirk returning to his face. "I just happen to know that the douchebag who owns one of the penthouse suites here won't be using it for at least, I dunno… forever, considering I killed him a few days ago. I'm sure he won't mind us borrowing the place for a few hours."
Aiden shrugged.
"Is that a yes?" Jordi asked. "Come on Pearce, give me something to work with here. You really need to be more vocal about what it is you actually want."
"Yes, all right?" Aiden snapped in reply. "I would like to come up. I'm not actually agreeing to anything other than talking just yet, but yes. For fuck's sake, yes."
"All right," Jordi replied, slinking out of the car with far more grace than Aiden was comfortable with.
Aiden followed Jordi as the fixer waltzed through the front door of the building. Aiden got his phone out and began scanning the local security and double-checking that no-one was going to challenge their right to be there.
When they reached the elevator Jordi tapped him on the shoulder.
"Do you mind?" he asked, gesturing to the key card reader that guarded the elevator door. Aiden rolled his eyes at the other man, but then it was only a matter of moments before he had hacked the key-card reader and the elevator doors opened to allow them inside.
Another quick hack had the elevator taking them up to the penthouse. Jordi's earlier annoyance appeared to have disappeared, but that did not make the silent trip up in the elevator any less tense.
Jordi stood beside him, tapping his hands in time to the rather generic tune that filtered through the elevator's speakers.
"So Pearce," Jordi began after what already felt like far too long a journey. "You want me to fuck you."
Aiden spluttered, trying to object or think of some sort of response that wouldn't just result in Jordi humiliating him even more than he already had.
"Again," Jordi added before Aiden could say anything at all.
The elevator came to a stop, the doors opening with a chime into the middle of an open plan suite that must have been worth several million dollars.
Jordi stepped out into an ocean of white and black leather and fur, passed a kitchen bathed in flawless stainless steel and headed towards full length windows that afforded the apartment a beautiful view of the city beyond.
Aiden stumbled out after him, cursing Jordi's apparently effortless grace and his ability to make Aiden feel off-balance.
"This is nice," Jordi commented.
Aiden had to agree. The previous owner obviously hadn't spent much time at home. The place was relatively spotless. There was a half-empty bottle of scotch by the sofa, and a leather jacket had been left lying on the floor, but apart from that there were very few signs that anyone had lived there at all. It might as well have been a display home from a brochure.
Aiden moved to the kitchen. A mostly empty box from the local Chinese takeout place had been left on the bench, wooden chop-sticks still sticking out and a less than pleasant smell emerging from the small container. He screwed up his nose and picked up the waste between two fingers, depositing it in the nearby bin.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jordi asked. "You steal a place like this you're supposed to trash it, not clean it up."
"What?" Aiden replied, finding Jordi watching him with an amused grin on his face. "It smelled."
Jordi shook his head.
"You can be so weird sometimes Pearce. You know that right?"
Jordi moved to the smaller of the apartment's two fridges and emerged with two cans of surprisingly cheap beer considering the nature of the apartment itself.
"So," he began, passing one of the cans to Aiden. "We need to talk about us."
"What are we?" Aiden snapped as he accepted the can from Jordi. "A married couple having relationship problems? No we don't."
He considered the can of beer in his hand for a moment before placing it down on the nearest bench. This conversation was undoubtedly going to be awkward and embarrassing enough without adding alcohol to the mix, especially cheap, shitty beer.
"Pearce," Jordi said, that one word carrying enough weight that Aiden suddenly felt ashamed, although he had no idea exactly what it was that he was ashamed about.
Jordi sighed as he opened the can in his hand. Aiden watched in shock as Jordi skulled the whole thing in one go and then slammed the empty can down on the bench next to Aiden's still full and unopened one.
"You are fucking unbelievable," Jordi exclaimed. "You know what Aiden? I am going to ask you something. It's not going to be a fucking trick question, so I expect a straight answer. Just yes or no. That should not be fucking difficult, right?"
Aiden nodded. He suspected he could guess the nature of the question if not the exact wording of it, and it made him anything but comfortable. He felt as though a stone was settling in the base of his throat, making even the simple act of swallowing suddenly difficult. Answering honestly would be giving in, admitting something that he was not comfortable admitting even to himself just yet.
"All right," Jordi began. He took a deep breath and then stared right at Aiden.
"Did you enjoy it when we fucked?" Jordi asked.
"Yes," Aiden replied.
"Did you want to fuck again?" Jordi asked. "With me."
Aiden had only agreed to answer one question, and he found this one a little less easy to answer than the last. He knew the answer of course; he just didn't want to actually say it.
He took a deep breath and then, looking straight at Jordi despite how uncomfortable it made him, he replied.
"Yes."
His mouth felt too dry, his skin too sensitive beneath his clothing. Jordi looked at him and grinned and Aiden felt as though he was naked again.
"All right," Jordi said. "Now we're getting somewhere."
He stepped forward, every step so deliberate and elegant and Aiden hated it.
Jordi came to a stop right in front of Aiden, and lifted one hand to cup the side of the hacker's face. Aiden felt his heart speeding up in response, and before he knew what he was doing he was closing his eyes and pressing into the touch. His breathing was too heavy and his cock was already half-hard. It was just one touch. It shouldn't have affected him so much.
He opened his eyes to find Jordi staring at him, his breathing just as heavy as Aiden's own.
"Hey," Jordi whispered. "You wanna find a bed?"
"Yes," Aiden replied, surprised by how low and breathy his voice had already become.
"You sure?" Jordi said, leaning in closer. Aiden was about ready to snap at the other man, at least until he realised Jordi wasn't double or well… triple-checking with Aiden so much as planning something mischievous.
Jordi stepped closer to Aiden, backing him up until the fixer found himself pinned between Jordi and the cold, stainless-steel covered kitchen bench.
"If you want I could fuck you right here," Jordi said, pressing up against Aiden and slipping a leg between Aiden's own.
Aiden groaned. Now that Jordi had his knee against Aiden's groin there was no way that the fixer could have failed to notice how turned on Aiden already was.
"Shit Pearce," Jordi murmured as he practically collapsed against Aiden. "You're rreeeaaallly into this, aren't you?"
He leaned into Aiden then, burying his face in the crook of Aiden's neck. Aiden heard the other man inhale, felt what he had a sneaking suspicion was Jordi pulling the fabric of Aiden's mask back from his neck to expose the skin beneath, and then felt the other man mouthing at the freshly uncovered skin in a gesture somewhere between a bite and a kiss.
Aiden groaned again, tried to protest Jordi's assumption, but it was pointless when his body seemed so eager to betray him at every turn. Aiden's hands came up, seemingly without his permission, to tangle in Jordi's hair and pull the fixer closer.
Jordi stumbled a little, but then managed to use one hand to steady himself against the bench behind Aiden. His other hand slipped behind Aiden and made itself at home in one of his jacket's back pockets. His mouth continued to nip and suck at Aiden's neck, right below his pulse point. Aiden pressed against the other man's leg, trying to get more friction, already so far gone that nothing seemed to matter anymore but Jordi, and somehow getting the other man inside of him once more.
"Shit Pearce," Jordi cursed again. "Shit."
He managed to pull back just a bit so that he could look Aiden in the eyes. Aiden realised that sometime during the exchange his hat had been knocked off and now lay in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Jordi panted as he started at Aiden. The hacker wondered how dishevelled he looked; whether Jordi's ravishes had already made a mess of him. Jordi must have liked whatever he saw, because he chuckled and smiled at Aiden as though he knew he had already well and truly won this war between them.
"Just so you know," Jordi hummed, leaning so close to Aiden once more that the hacker half-expected the other man to kiss him. Aiden's tongue darted out to moisten his lips almost reflexively in anticipation of what was surely to come.
"I've left a pretty obvious mark on your neck," Jordi said with an annoyingly large grin on his face.
Aiden frowned, finding himself tensing up at the mere idea of Jordi leaving any sort of visible mark on him. How fucking dare he? Aiden Pearce was not anyone's fucking property, least of all Jordi Chin's.
Aiden nearly pushed the other man away completely, but then he remembered that his neck wouldn't be visible in most of the jackets and masks that he wore. It was annoying, but perhaps not as big of a deal as he had originally feared it would be. His hands ended up gripping the lapels of Jordi's suit and he considered them for a moment, resting there on Jordi's chest like he was actually fucking enjoying being close to the other man.
"Come on," he said, pushing Jordi away after all, although the shove was a lot more gentle than he had originally thought it was going to be. "Let's find that damned bed."
Locating the bed proved relatively easy. What passed as the bedroom in such an open plan space was on a loft-like second level that looked down both on the rest of the penthouse and on the city below. The bed itself was easily twice the size of a king, and was covered in a white, fluffy blanket and a hoard of black and white pillows of assorted shapes and sizes.
Jordi removed his clothes as soon as they reached the side of the bed, throwing all of them to the ground with a surprising amount of focus, seemingly more concerned with getting naked than with putting on any sort of a show for Aiden. It didn't matter. Aiden was already well and truly seduced, and found that he couldn't stop staring at the other man regardless.
By the time a very naked Jordi flopped back onto the bed with a pleased-sounding sigh, Aiden had only succeeded in removing his gloves, jacket and trousers.
Jordi sat back up and gazed at Aiden, who stood there, still wearing a t-shirt and boxer briefs and yet somehow feeling far more naked and exposed than Jordi. Aiden found his gaze drifting to the other man's cock, which showed mild signs of arousal, but not the full-blown erection that was making itself known through the fabric of Aiden's underwear.
"Come here," Jordi said, rolling his eyes and then grabbing Aiden by the bottom of his shirt. The hacker tried to stabilize himself, but soon he was falling on top of Jordi; Jordi who had orchestrated the whole thing and was still grinning like the irritating idiot that he was.
"You need to get rid of the rest of your clothes Pearce," Jordi said as he started to pull Aiden's pants down.
"I was going to," Aiden said through gritted teeth as Jordi threw Aiden's underwear across the room. "Fucking asshole…"
Jordi just chuckled at that, and before long he was slipping his hands beneath Aiden's shirt to caress his stomach, and leaning up to press his lips against Aiden's, devouring the other man's mouth and causing any objection Aiden might have voiced to disappear in an instant.
There was passion in that kiss; more than there had been the last time; enough to make Aiden's heart skip a few beats and to tear the breath from his lungs. Dear god, he needed Jordi. He needed him so badly and he hated everything about that; hated how week Jordi was somehow able to make him.
He heard a groan and a whimper emerge from his own throat. He realised his hands had moved to gently hold Jordi's head, his fingers running through the other man's hair, his touch light, as though the fixer was something special, and not the irritating psychopath that Aiden knew him to be.
Jordi pulled back from the kiss just long enough to grin at Aiden and, gripping Aiden's shirt in both of his hands, said, "this needs to go as well."
Aiden watched the shirt fall, and unlike his underwear he was still able to spot it afterwards. It lay there in the centre of the bedroom floor and stared back at Aiden, a completely innocent bystander in all of this, which was more than Aiden could say for himself or for the man whose bare chest he was pressed against.
What the fuck was he doing? He was naked in front of Jordi again. Jordi, who had been nothing but a constant source of irritation in Aiden's life. Jordi, whose hands were even at that moment running slowly down Aiden's back, his fingertips leaving a trail like fire everywhere they passed. Jordi, who was wringing moan after moan from Aiden's throat by biting and sucking at a particular point on Aiden's shoulder.
"Fuck," Aiden gasped, not sure whether he was cursing from pleasure or just in frustration.
This was all so stupid. He wanted this. He did. He wanted it so fucking much.
He just wished that he didn't.
"Pearce," Jordi whispered right in Aiden's ear as he gave both of Aiden's ass cheeks a squeeze.
"Mmm?" Aiden replied, arching his neck as he did, trying to get Jordi's mouth to resume what it had been doing to him a few moments earlier.
Jordi didn't say anything, just responded by flopping back on the bed. His hands stayed right where they were on Aiden's ass, effectively holding him in place on top of Jordi's lap. Aiden tried to lean down, hungry for another kiss or two, but Jordi removed one of his hands from Aiden's ass in order to press it against Aiden's chest and stop him in his tracks before he could even make it halfway.
"Nope," he told Aiden.
"Fuck off Jordi. Why not?"
"Because I have plans for how this little rendezvous of ours is going to go," Jordi said, practically purring the words.
The hand that was still on Aiden's ass gave it a tight squeeze; enough to wring another cry from Aiden's throat.
"You're going to ride me," Jordi said, sounding so fucking sure of himself that at least part of Aiden wanted to punch him.
"Fuck you," Aiden muttered.
Jordi's grin in that moment was the most infuriating, awful thing that Aiden had seen in a very long time.
"That's the idea," Jordi said.
The smart thing to do would probably be to get up off the bed and walk away in that moment; see how Jordi felt just lying there unfulfilled, but Aiden was already almost painfully hard. Perhaps it would be easier, just this one time, to sacrifice his pride for the sake of release.
"Damn it," Aiden cursed, hanging his head, unwilling to look Jordi in the eye.
Jordi just raised an eyebrow at him and gave his rear another squeeze, before bucking up a little, his own erection pressing against the curve of Aiden's rear.
"Come on Pearce," Jordi said. "You want this, right? Show me how much you want it."
Fuck it. Fuck Jordi. Fuck everything. Aiden wasn't going to say that again though; not after how swiftly Jordi had managed a retort the last time.
"Fuck," Aiden cursed, unable to stop at least that one word from slipping out. He told himself that it was a gesture of defiance, but it wasn't. It wasn't at all. If anything it was defeated resignation.
He pushed himself up off Jordi's legs, just enough for him to hover above Jordi for a while. He reached back, his hand finding the other man's erection and guiding it to his rear.
"Holy shit Pearce," Jordi gasped. "Are you even going to… fuck!"
He took the first inch or so of Jordi's length inside him, biting his lip as he did.
"Shit Pearce," Jordi cursed. "You're just going to take me without preparing yourself properly or anything? What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy, fucking…"
Aiden pushed down a little then, forcing more of Jordi inside of himself.
"Holy fuck…" Jordi gasped. "You're so tight Aiden. Shit."
Aiden grinned down at the other man. If Jordi wanted to play dirty then he should have expected Aiden to play dirty as well. He was sore, but the reaction from Jordi had been more than worth it.
Aiden forced himself to relax and slowly slid down until he was completely seated on Jordi's cock. It was bigger than he remembered, although it could have just been his haste and the lack of preparation that was making it feel so big.
Once Jordi's cock was completely buried inside of him Aiden just sat there for a moment, hands on Jordi's chest, and allowed himself some time to grow used to the feeling of the other man's cock stretching him.
"You are completely crazy Pearce," Jordi breathed out. "You know that, you asshole?"
"You wanted me to ride you," Aiden replied.
He tried to smirk down at the other man, and for a moment he was afraid that his smirk would not be as obnoxious or powerful as the other man's, but whatever he managed it seemed to be enough. Jordi froze for a moment, and looked up at Aiden as though trying to work the hacker out. It wasn't a look that Aiden was used to seeing on Jordi's face. Usually it seemed as though Jordi understood Aiden perfectly and could see straight through him.
It was a nice change of pace, and Aiden couldn't stop his smile from growing wider.
Jordi's hands came to settle on either of Aiden's hips, and then his lower torso arched up, thrusting into Aiden despite the fact that he was already about as deep as he could go. It was too much considering how quickly Aiden had taken the other man inside of him. He gasped and found himself leaning on Jordi for support.
"Come on Pearce," Jordi said with another strong roll of his hips. "Why am I still the one doing all the work here, huh?"
Aiden screamed and almost fell on top of Jordi. The pain wasn't fading. Not yet. It would take a while longer for his body to adjust to the intrusion of the other man's cock, but the pain was merging with the pleasure in a way that was doing nothing to lessen Aiden's erection. If anything he was harder now.
He didn't know what that meant. Was the simple knowledge that the other man was inside him once more really enough on its own to bring him such satisfaction? Part of him knew that the answer was yes, but he tried very hard to ignore that part of him and instead focussed on keeping his balance as Jordi thrust up into him once more.
"God Pearce," Jordi muttered as one of his hands moved to wrap around Aiden's cock. "This is getting you so hard, isn't it?"
He stroked Aiden's length, and Aiden immediately closed his eyes, not sure that he could stand looking down and seeing the other man's hand wrapped around his cock.
"It isn't going to be very long at all before you're coming for me, is it Pearce?"
Damn it. Jordi was right. Even the sound of the other man's voice was almost too much.
Jordi was moving his hips in constant short thrusts now, his cock moving just a couple of inches out of Aiden's ass and then slamming back in each and every time.
"Pearce," Jordi whispered, his voice far more hypnotic than it had any right to be. "Open your fucking eyes Pearce. Look at me."
Aiden wanted to resist that command, and yet he found himself immediately opening his eyes and gazing down at the other man. He glanced down, and nearly came right then and there when he saw Jordi's hand running up and down his hard cock. Instead he shut his eyes and reopened them, this time staring almost right into Jordi's eyes.
It was almost as dangerous; those deep, dark pools drawing in Aiden in a way that was so much more intimate than the hand on his dick or the other man's cock in his rear.
Up until that moment one of Jordi's hands had stayed on Aiden's hip, stabilizing him as the other man thrust up into him, but then it moved, slipping back to squeeze and toy with Aiden's rear once more.
Aiden floundered and almost fell forward, but then his hands caught Jordi's shoulders. He began to push back against the other man's thrusts, needing them deeper and harder, as deep as they had gone when Jordi's hands had been keeping him in place.
"You know," Jordi murmured. "You can't… can't just wait for everyone to give you what you want babe."
'Babe' was a problem. Aiden should probably object to the pet name, but he couldn't bring himself to, not when Jordi's hands were making him feel so fucking good, stroking his cock and kneading his rear and making him feel like a gun with a finger on its trigger, about to go off at any moment. All it would take was one more tiny squeeze and then he would go off; a miniscule but spectacular explosion of violence and chaos, and, much like his relationship with Jordi, sure to hurt someone in the nearby vicinity.
"Sometimes," Jordi continued, his left hand giving Aiden's rear a particularly tight squeeze as he did. "Hell, most times… you've got to… got to actually ask for it at least."
Aiden frowned down at Jordi, but judging by the way the other man's shuddered in pleasure and then rolled his hips up into Aiden the frown did not have the desired effect.
"We could have been…" Jordi gasped, looking as though he was just as close to losing himself as Aiden was. "We could have fucked each other so many times if you had just… oh fuck… if you were just fucking honest and told… told me that you… fuck… that you wanted me…"
Aiden groaned and pushed forward into the hand that was wrapped around his cock, and then back into the hand on his arse and the cock that was filling him so fucking perfectly. He couldn't even tell the pleasure from the pain anymore.
"But I didn't want…" Aiden began, and knew, even as the words left his mouth that it was a terrible lie.
Jordi just laughed. He then arched up and gently bit the bottom of Aiden's mouth.
"Bullshit," he said as their mouths parted from one another again.
Jordi moved his hands so that were once more gripping Aiden by the hips. Aiden cried out, missing the feeling of the other man's long, skilful fingers wrapped around his cock, but soon forgot all about that when Jordi started to thrust hard and fast into Aiden, his cock pulling halfway out of Aiden and then thrusting back in so quickly and with such force that Aiden could barely think.
Jordi arched up again, his mouth hovering no more than an inch or two away from Aiden's ear.
"You fucking love this," he whispered. "Don't even try to deny it Pearce."
He rolled his hips against Aiden's rear then in several long, slow thrusts that had Aiden seeing stars and crying out in pleasure with every thrust.
"You fucking love having me inside you," Jordi continued to whisper.
Aiden wanted to fight it; wanted to deny what Jordi said, but god, it would be such a blatant lie when he had been picturing this, or at least something like it, every time that he had come over the past two months.
"Come on Pearce," Jordi groaned, his arms moving up to wrap around Aiden's torso and hold him close. "Come for me. Come on."
The other man's arms pulled him down, forcing him to meet each of Jordi's thrusts. Jordi's face buried in Aiden's shoulder, mouthing and nipping gently at the skin there.
"Let me feel you come Aiden," Jordi practically begged.
Jordi wanted him to come first. It was the only reason Aiden tried to fight it; tried to hold on as long as he could before he lost himself, but it was impossible when he was already so far gone, and Jordi's arms were wrapped around him and forcing him to take as much of Jordi's cock as he possible could and it all felt so amazing. His own cock was rubbing against Jordi's stomach every time they moved, the harsh, constant pressure enough to drive him insane.
God, it felt so good. So fucking good. He couldn't let Jordi win, but it just felt so damn good.
There was one more thrust, and then another, and Jordi was losing rhythm and he had to be so close behind Aiden and that thought; that he would surely be taking Jordi over the edge with him was enough for Aiden to finally lose.
He came, his mouth opening in what he had thought was going to be a scream, but no noise came out except for a strange strangled gasp. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think, at least not about anything that wasn't pleasure and the feeling of Jordi's arms holding him down, and then, as the pleasure subsided a little, the beautiful sound of Jordi cursing and sighing Aiden's name as he too came, only a few quick thrusts behind Aiden.
Aiden groaned as he felt Jordi finish inside him. He waited until they had both well and truly ridden out the aftershocks, and then rolled off Jordi to lay on the bed beside him, Jordi letting him go with only a small groan of protest.
Aiden lay there, eyes closed and hand clenched in the nearest pillow as he tried to breathe normally once more.
In through the nose, out through the mouth, he told himself. Nice and slow and steady. It was harder than it should have been.
He opened his eyes to find Jordi's face just inches from his own, the other man staring straight at Aiden, his dark eyes meeting Aiden's own, and his features, for once, mostly relaxed and not distorted in a frown or that god-awful grin that Aiden knew so well.
Neither of them spoke. Of course not. Speaking would mean the death of something that, up until that moment, had been strangely and undeniably beautiful. They were good together while fucking; their two bodies joining together in a beautiful synchronicity that they could never hope to replicate outside of the bedroom; but any sort of conversation that the two of them attempted to have now would inevitably devolve into a verbal sparring match full of sarcasm and insults, just like all conversations between the two of them seemed to.
Instead Aiden just lay there, staring into Jordi's eyes until the eye contact became too much for him to stand. He looked down instead, where he could see their limbs still tangled together, and his semen splattered all over both of their stomachs. For that matter he could feel something quite warm and sticky trickling over his thighs and rear as well.
He cast his eyes around the room for something that he might use to clean himself up.
"Here," Jordi muttered, passing him a tissue without Aiden even having to ask.
Aiden glanced at the tissue for a moment in suspicion.
"They were on a table on this side of the bed," Jordi explained without Aiden needing to ask.
"Thanks," Aiden mumbled.
In response to that Jordi just leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.
Aiden wasn't sure he had ever felt so safe and comfortable upon waking before. His whole body was being cradled by something warm and strong and safe and perfect. Whatever he was sleeping on top of was far softer and more comfortable than he was used to as well, although that wasn't saying much considering some of the shitholes he had stayed in over the past few months.
There was a warm arm thrown over his torso as well, and as Aiden reached out just a little with his fingers he found them meeting the warm, firm chest of another man. It had been so very long since he had woken up like this; years since he had trusted anyone enough to allow this sort of intimacy.
He felt someone caressing his cheek gently, just with the tips of their fingers, as though they were unable to resist touching Aiden but didn't want to wake him up. Aiden wondered if it was this touch which had roused him from the depths of sleep, and supposed he didn't mind being woken up if it was to bliss like this.
It had been so very long since he had felt this happy and relaxed. How the hell had he ended up here again?
It was then that the events of the previous evening came rushing back to him.
Aiden's eyes flew wide open to find Jordi Chin staring at him and smiling. It wasn't the other man's usual shit-eating grin, but something a lot softer. He almost looked fond of Aiden, which was ridiculous.
Then again, if, beforehand, someone had regaled Aiden with the full details of what he and Jordi had done the previous evening then he would have said that was ridiculous as well.
The sex of course had been expected, or at least the first round had. The rest of them not so much. The second round had been pretty much a direct continuation of the first. Aiden had barely finished cleaning them both up before Jordi's hands were on his cock, stroking him back to hardness.
After the second round the two of them had realised that it was growing dark outside. Between the job and the two rounds of sex they had both worked up quite an appetite and had ordered pizza, which, thanks to Aiden's hacking skills, neither of them actually paid for despite the fact that they both had plenty of money to spare.
They ate pizza on the apartment's balcony, Aiden wearing nothing but his boxers and a loose shirt that had belonged to the apartment's now deceased owner and Jordi wearing nothing at all. Somewhere along the line their bare legs had touched, and that was all that it had taken to prompt round three.
In a matter of minutes Jordi had been on top of Aiden again, licking grease and pizza sauce off the hacker's fingers and chest. The leftover pizza got in the way far more than either of them could have predicted, and by the time they were done there were streaks of pizza sauce all over both of their chests and limbs, and in other places that pizza sauce was never intended to go.
They retreated to the apartment's shower, which proved easily large enough to accommodate both of them. Just as Aiden was finally feeling like he was completely clean again Jordi had leaned in from where he had been standing just behind Aiden and had pressed something that was more bite than kiss onto Aiden's shoulder. Aiden had groaned and pressed back against the other man.
A very brief discussion and the hastiest drying session in the history of showers ensured that they only just made it back to the bed for round four. Their hair and skin had still been damp enough to leave cold, wet patches all over the bed, but neither of them had really cared.
That final session had been the one to break Aiden. The other three had all been amazing, but they had been frantic and desperate, the two of them acting like little more than animals as they clawed and rutted against one another. That fourth and final time they had both been sated and over-sensitive, but still hungry for more. Their movements were slow, their touches gentle and almost reverential, and Aiden had come with his hands clutching the pillows beneath him and tears streaming down the sides of his face.
It had been too much, and he had passed into a strange, half-conscious state. He had been aware of Jordi's arms moving to wrap around him, of warm, soft blankets and then of sleep dragging him down into its welcoming clutches.
It had all made so much sense at the time. Now, in the harsh light of morning Aiden was faced with the realisation that he and Jordi had actually, legitimately fucked four times the previous night. He wasn't sure that he had gone four rounds in one day with anyone before.
He almost wished that Jordi would mock him or say something ridiculous. Hell, even his smug grin would have been welcoming in that moment, but instead Jordi reached over and gently caressed Aiden's arm. Aiden froze, like an animal pinned by a predator's gaze. He could have dealt with mockery or smugness. Tenderness, especially from Jordi Chin, was unexpected and unpredictable. It felt dangerous; wrong somehow.
"Morning sunshine," Jordi said.
And then the other man smiled, and Aiden immediately relaxed. It was still the same annoying, shit-eating grin that he had learned to hate so much. The world was back to normal.
Aiden flicked off the other man's hand, kicked off the covers and rolled out of bed. His body protested in at least three places as he did. As delightful as the previous night had been he wasn't as young as he had once been, and his body was paying the price.
Jordi yawned loudly and stretched as Aiden hunted around for their clothing. When he next turned his attention back to Jordi he found the fixer staring rather blatantly at Aiden's still exposed ass.
"Nice view," Jordi joked as soon as he realised that Aiden had caught him staring.
Aiden threw the other man's jacket right at his smug face and then continued to storm around the rest of the apartment.
He found his underwear on the balcony, and, like most of the balcony, it was covered in pizza stains. As Aiden walked out he scared off a couple of pigeons that had been hard at work pecking at what remained of the pizza.
Aiden lifted up the stained underwear in two fingers, grimaced at it and realised that it would be a complete write-off.
By the time he had gathered together most of his clothing and put his jeans and another one of the owner's shirts on, Jordi was already fully dressed and had even managed to take the time to make sure that all signs of bed-hair had been banished. Aiden hated him in that moment. How the hell could the other man make himself look so suave and perfect with so little time and effort?
"So, that was fun," Jordi said as he clipped his watch back into place on his wrist. "We're going to do it again soon, right Pearce?"
Aiden shrugged.
"Right Pearce?" Jordi said, fixing Aiden with a glare that had a lot more venom in it than Aiden had been expecting.
"You can fucking say no you asshole," Jordi said, shaking his head. "But if last night taught me anything at all then it's that you are seriously fucking into me, but for some reason you seem determined to deny yourself."
Aiden tried to protest, but he couldn't find the words. He knew that Jordi was right. He had made a fucking mess of the whole thing, hadn't he?
"So next time you want the two of us to meet up and fuck again, you're going to use your words," Jordi said, his patronising tone not only insulting but completely obnoxious as well. "Like an actual adult, capable of human interaction, right Aiden?"
The fact that Jordi had addressed Aiden using his first name and not his usual 'Pearce' did not escape the attention of the hacker. He couldn't tell whether it was the change in their relationship that prompted such a change, or whether Jordi was doing it, as Aiden suspected he did half of everything he did, just to see whether or not it would piss off Aiden.
Either way he figured Jordi had earned a solid glare. It wasn't as though he particularly minded people addressing him by his first name, but somehow Jordi could make nearly anything irritating to Aiden if he tried hard enough.
"So fucking help me Pearce," Jordi said. "How am I the fucking fully functional adult in this relationship? If you want to fuck then just ring me up and let me know, all right?"
Aiden felt himself deflating as the anger swiftly left his body to be replaced with a much more uncomfortable sense of guilt. Jordi did have a point. He wasn't being rational about this.
"All right," Aiden conceded.
"My god, was that actual progress?" Jordi asked, and the fact that he smiled so widely and deviously at Aiden immediately had the hacker wondering if he should be worried. "I think it was! Congratulations Aiden. Now, if you don't mind, I have a client to report to."
He nodded in farewell, and Aiden was expecting him to leave without saying or doing anything else. He was therefore surprised when Jordi quickly closed the gap between them and pressed his lips rather forcefully against Aiden's own. The kiss only lasted for a second or two, but it was unexpected enough and passionate enough that it left Aiden completely speechless afterwards.
He stood there and stared dumbfounded as Jordi quickly dipped his head again and then headed for the elevator. It arrived, Jordi left, and Aiden was still standing there staring at where the other man had been a moment earlier.
When he could finally think straight again he found himself cursing Jordi again, at least in the privacy of his own mind. What the fuck sort of parting had that been?
That kiss had been so fucking domestic, like one half of a married couple saying goodbye to the other half before heading off to work. It was everything their relationship couldn't and shouldn't be, and Aiden had been thinking fondly about it and about Jordi as though there was anything at all about this that wasn't completely fucked up.
He was already in too deep. He should get out as soon as possible, leave whatever this was that was building up between them in the trash where it belonged, but as one of Aiden's hands moved up to press against his own lips, chasing the ghost of the kiss that Jordi had planted there, he realised that it was already too late.
He was fucked. All he could do now was try to get out of this with as much of his dignity left intact as possible.