Victor Bahorik (in_control) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2024-02-25 21:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, aidan, aidan x victor, victor |
Who: Aidan and Victor
Where: Victor's house
When: Evening, Friday, July 20
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: complete, Part 1
Aidan watched as the sun sank behind the trees, a tumbler of whiskey in one hand, a cigarette in the other. The days felt so long in the summer, with the sun lingering past 8 o’clock, infringing on the night ahead. A few days ago he’d have been eager for the sun to set, anticipation building as he set his plans in motion under the cover of darkness. But the plans he’d been so eager to draft had never come about. His brain turned to mush as he worked through the anger and frustration of losing his brother again. He’d become as useless as he felt, wallowing as he waited for his mood to even out. It wasn’t happening as quickly as he would have liked. He wasn’t the one in jail, and it barely impacted his daily life, so why was it so hard to let it go?
He sighed as he slipped his phone out of his pocket, idly flipping to his messages. He’d thought about texting Victor and letting him know what was going on, but he didn’t want to unload on him. It felt like too big a can of worms to open when they were barely… dating wasn’t the right word. Hooking up felt a touch too casual. Either way, it was a lot, so Aidan was inclined to stay silent and just see him when he was in a better mood. But with the way things were dragging on, he didn’t want Victor to think he was ghosting him. The fact that he’d spent so much time on an internal debate annoyed him more than anything else. He wanted to see him, or at least let Victor know he was thinking about him, and before he thought it completely through he’d typed out a message and hit send. hey. Excellent. With texts like that he would get nowhere.
Comfortably unaware of how Aidan’s life was being shaken up again, Victor was out of the house, having a drink with a few friends at the Boathouse. The conversation was flowing nicely around him, so nobody really noticed or cared when he pulled his phone from his pocket to check the message that had just come in. Seeing Aidan’s name made him smile faintly, even if it was a short greeting. His boy wasn’t terribly verbose in the first place, and Victor felt warm and loose from the drinks, so he didn’t think much of it. Hey yourself he typed back. How’s your night? He’d left the porch light on when he’d gone out earlier, so Aidan would know he wasn’t available, and Victor wondered if he was texting from somewhere in the shadows around the house. Disappointed Victor wasn’t there. It gave him a tingle in the groin to think about, and his gaze was a little more dreamy when it ticked up to his friends’ faces again.
Aidan stared at his phone after he hit send, then set it aside, not expecting a response right away. He had no idea what Victor was up to, or if he was even home, but a small part of him pictured Victor sitting in his living room, reading a book, wondering if Aidan would text. Even though he’d done just that, he had the feeling he was going to end up disappointing him, the thought of which twisted his stomach up in knots. He took another sip of his drink, letting the liquor settle in his stomach as he peered at his phone again. It was such a simple question and he didn’t want to over think the answer. Quiet. Kind of shitty, he sent, then quickly followed it up with It’s been a rough week. He almost stated that he was in a mood, but that seemed obvious from the earlier comment, at least to him. Aidan licked his lips as he re-read his text, then sent one more. not avoiding you. He typed a bit more, then erased it. Then typed again, then erased it. Despite his best intentions, he was overthinking it.
Victor frowned softly at his phone at the first message, then a bit deeper at the second and third. Aidan had already been on his mind, of course, because he seemingly lived there now, a permanent fixture in Victor’s thoughts, shadowing all of the others in a way that would’ve been difficult to explain to anyone else. But Victor hadn’t been waiting with bated breath for a text or anything, so he hadn’t felt like Aidan was avoiding him -- it had only been a few days since their last encounter. While he felt a sense of ownership over the other man already, it wasn’t like they’d set down communication frequency requirements or anything. Victor found it interesting that Aidan felt the need to say it. I didn’t think you were. Sorry to hear about your week. Anything I can do? he sent back, already incredibly curious as to what Aidan might request, if he felt bold enough to ask for anything.
“Shit,” Aidan muttered to himself, annoyed at how needy he’d sounded now that he reread it again. They’d set no expectations, and Victor couldn’t have possibly known that Aidan had planned to see him before things went south. Moments like these, he felt how inexperienced he actually was. He didn’t even know what the normal time span was for two people who might be seeing each other to communicate. It didn’t matter now; now he just had to figure out how to navigate the conversation he’d started and not sound like a sad sack. I don’t know. If they’d been closer, he would have asked if he could come over and have a drink with him. Victor was such a wonderful distraction and it would be nice to get out of his head for a bit. But that felt so forward—Entertain me. Cheer me up. He deflected instead. I’d thought about borrowing your knife for a bit, he sent. See if she might like me better with a change of scenery.
It was getting increasingly hard not to be a rude bastard who was only interested in his phone. His friends weren’t complaining yet, but they would if he kept it up. He felt more or less done with the night out anyway -- Aidan having a shitty night was more intriguing. Victor hadn’t seen him in a terrible mood yet, and you could learn a lot about a person from watching them deal with being upset. And he was thirsty to know everything. Besides diving deeper into Aidan, maybe Victor could make him feel better, that was appealing enough. He didn’t answer for a few minutes as he stood up and said goodbye to his friends. Victor paid his tab and went out to his car, then thumbed in his response from behind the wheel. We’ll have to leave that up to her, won’t we? I will be home in 15 mins. Door unlocked He paused for a second after that one sent, then added. No expectations, just company if you want it
Until that moment, Aidan hadn’t even realized Victor was out. It made him wonder where he’d been and if he’d interrupted something. And if he had, what did it mean that Victor was on his way home now? Aidan would have never asked him to stop doing… well, whatever he was doing, but now that he knew he had an invitation, it was almost impossible for him to stay home. Victor was offering what he couldn’t bring himself to ask for and Aidan was on his feet before he even realized he’d made a decision. He got himself ready on auto-pilot and was in the car before he paused to reconsider. He was two drinks in and needed a shower. He smelled like cigarettes and sweat. And he’d impulsively cut his hair and cut it a shade too short for his liking. Not that he could do much about the last, but he was suddenly aware that he wasn’t at his physical best when he’d already identified his emotional state to be shit. Was it really wise to go over there now? No, not at all. But he did so anyways, parking just down the road from Victor’s house before heading out to walk the rest of the way. Even under the circumstances, it felt weird to park out front.
Aidan was much farther out than Victor had been, so he made it home in plenty of time. He kicked his shoes off but didn’t change clothes, since he’d gone out looking pretty good. Even if Aidan was in a bad mood, Victor wanted to look good for him. He put some music on and turned on enough lamps to make the living room cozy, then went downstairs to his workroom to fetch the knife that didn’t like Aidan very much. He would still have to earn its trust in order to take it anywhere, but Victor wanted to offer the opportunity. He set the blade down on the coffee table and went to pour both of them a drink before he settled on the couch to wait. Aidan hadn’t answered his text, and Victor got the feeling he would have said something if he wasn’t coming, so he expected him to show up at any time. He browsed through his phone and sipped on his drink, an anticipatory sort of feeling buzzing in his chest.
It was natural for Aidan to sneak down the street, keeping out of sight, and when he arrived at Victor’s house he circled around back to the basement door. Victor hadn’t specified which door would be unlocked and, even though Aidan suspected the front door was what he meant, he’d started to think of the basement was his entrance. He let himself in, then quietly crept upstairs, stopping at the entrance to the living room, where he could see Victor waiting for him. For a second he held his breath, scarcely able to believe that he was there as an invited guest. The house, the man who lived there, the desire he felt for him—all of it was still so unexpected. Especially tonight. Aidan knew how out of place he was there, but this was where he wanted to be. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” he said softly, stepping out of the shadows.
Victor had been listening closely for Aidan’s arrival, both with his ears and his magic, and the latter was what tipped him off first. It made him smile a bit to feel him in his space again, but he didn’t look up until Aidan actually appeared. Victor set his phone aside and sat up a bit straighter, taking him in. Aidan looked tired and rough around the edges, and as he stepped more into the light, Victor noticed the change in his hair. Was whatever was wrong a self-haircut situation? It must’ve been serious then. Victor gave him a little smile and shook his head. “Nothing I wasn’t ready to leave anyway,” he said. “Come here and take a load off. You look like you need a drink. And if you want something other than this, I’ll make it for you.”
“You serve good shit. I like it all,” Aidan said and the smile that tugged at his lips was the first he’d had in days. He tucked his hair behind his ear and came to accept the drink, savoring a sip before taking a seat. Of all things, that felt weird. It took him a second to realize he’d never actually sat in there before, just passed through, often between the bedroom and the kitchen. His eyes wandered the room, looking at it from this new angle, and landed on the knife on the coffee table. “You saved me the trouble of dealing with the water curse,” he said, and there was that smile again. This was why he’d wanted to see Victor. Just being around him managed to lighten his mood, even if he couldn’t explain why.
He realized the same thing around the same time as Aidan -- he’d never really hosted him in the living room. Bedroom yes, kitchen yes, even out on the deck. It felt a little weirdly formal all of the sudden, but it was a nice room and Aidan belonged in nice rooms too. Victor gestured for him to help himself to the drink on the table, turning his body toward Aidan and resting his arm along the back of the couch. “Sounded like you had enough struggles today,” he said mildly. It was a gentle invitation to share, but Victor was not going to push him. He let his fingers idly stroke against Aidan’s shoulder, watching his face. “I can’t promise she’ll be nice though,” he added with a little half-smile of his own.
Aidan could sense the invitation to talk, but when he opened his mouth, hesitation kicked in and nothing came out. He closed his mouth, licked his lips, and took a sip of his drink instead. It was kind of Victor to offer, but Aidan knew that once he started talking about it, he’d likely get worked up, and he wasn’t entirely sure Victor wanted to deal with that. Listening felt like a lot to ask of anyone for someone who wasn’t used to sharing in the first place. Instead, he turned a bit more towards Victor, then laid his head upon the hand stroking his shoulder, just for a second. When he lifted his head, his hair fell into his face and he was forced to tuck it back behind his ear again. “Where did you find her?” he asked, setting down his drink to reach for the knife. “I’ve never seen anything else like her.”
The hesitation just made Victor more curious, but he was good at keeping that behind a poker face. It was a necessary skill when one did as much negotiating as he did. He wasn’t trying to manipulate Aidan though, he was just being patient with him. Little foxes were skittish creatures, he had to let Aidan come to him. So he rolled with the subject change, giving a hum as he thought back. “It was in a huge antiques market in Istanbul,” Victor told him, nodding slowly. “Most of which was total junk but ... the junk piles are where you tend to find the real stuff. This lady called out to me, and I just couldn’t resist.” He smiled faintly and sipped on his drink, watching Aidan handle the dagger. “But like I said, we weren’t instant friends either, so ... don’t take it personally.”
Istanbul might as well have been another planet to Aidan, who’d barely traveled in his life, but he read enough that he could imagine Victor there, strolling through the marketplace and coming across the knife amongst baskets of junk. As the snake’s fangs bit into his skin, he wondered if it bit everyone or was it just witches it saw as a threat. A normal human would have little interest in buying a knife that cut them every time they handled it, but then Aidan realized he wasn’t normal. The bite should have hurt more than it did. Maybe he was getting used to it. “I like the challenge,” he admitted. “If she was easy, she wouldn’t be near as interesting.” He didn’t want to risk getting blood on Victor’s sofa though, so he set the knife back down, turning his hand over to the blood dripped in towards his palm. He knew he was stalling, but he was hesitant to broach the subject, even when Victor had given him an opening.
Victor’s lips twitched. “I can relate to that,” he murmured. He felt the same way about Aidan. This thing that was building between them was going extremely well, but it didn’t feel simple or easy ... not that it was a struggle, but Aidan definitely felt like a challenge and still somewhat of a mystery. Victor was enthralled. His eyes ticked down to Aidan’s wounds, and he felt the craziest urge to take his hand and lick the blood up. Victor took another swallow from his glass, glad to feel the warmth spreading out from his stomach to loosen the rest of him up. “I really love the puzzle solving aspect of what I do,” he said. “Taking something overlooked, something no one has given proper attention to ... coaxing its truths into the light.” It was pretty obvious he wasn’t just talking about antiques, but he had the same appreciation in his tone as he did for his work. “If they want to be coaxed, that is.”
Aidan’s eyes ticked up to hold Victor’s, the underlying message not lost on him. He would have never said such things about himself, but he knew, deep down, that it rang true. Those close to him were few and no one had made the kind of effort that Victor was attempting. Certainly not a lover…not that Aidan had let them. Like Victor said, it was his choice if he wanted to open up to him and, though it felt safer to keep his feelings to himself, it might not be productive. Aidan rose to his feet, stepping towards the kitchen. “One sec. I don’t want to bleed on your sofa,” he said, quickly retrieving a paper towel before returning to Victor. “Are you close to your family?” he asked as he put pressure on the wound. It might have sounded like he was stalling, but it was actually a small step in the right direction.
He almost stopped Aidan from getting up, once again tempted to put his mouth on that wound until it stopped bleeding. But that probably wasn’t conducive to serious conversation, and whatever was going wrong in Aidan’s life seemed serious. Victor wasn’t sure yet if he was there for comfort or distraction or something else, so he didn’t want to push Aidan in any certain direction. So Victor stayed put and sipped on his drink while Aidan was gone. The question made him quirk an eyebrow before he shook his head slightly. “Not especially,” he answered honestly. Victor was an only child and his father was very dedicated to his work. He and his mom had a fine-enough relationship, but Victor had always been an independent person, so those apron strings had been cut a long time ago. “Closest with my mom, probably. I don’t have any siblings, my dad’s a workaholic ... I grew up pretty close to my cousins, but after a while we didn’t see each other much. ... I would ask the same, but I know you are.”
Aidan wondered briefly if this would all sound like an over-reaction to Victor, whose familial relationships were so different from his, but he supposed that was a chance he would have to take if he wanted to let Victor in. And he did, more than anything, so he took a fortifying sip of his drink and gave it a go. “We’ve always been close. And most of the time that’s fine.” But the reality of it was that Aidan could count out his entire support circle on one hand. He didn’t have friends to fall back on, or a job that he could escape to. Everything was self contained and when he lost one of his own, it affected him more than it probably should. He didn’t know how to say any of that though. Self-reflection was not Aidan’s strong suit. “They arrested my brother again. Max. He got out right before Christmas, but now they’re saying it was some kind of mix up in the paperwork. Which is just such bullshit. They can’t even tell us when he might get out again.” It was infuriating, and just talking about it managed to rile Aidan up. This was the loop he’d been running through the last few days, agitation and frustration, followed by depression. Thus far he had no outlet for any of it and his distractions all fell short. Maybe Victor could change that. “I’m just so fucking pissed, but there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Victor frowned vaguely as Aidan began to open up to him, and it deepened the more he said. That did sound like an infuriating situation, and he knew it wasn’t always possible to buy one’s way out of something like that, like he probably would’ve tried to do first. He knew the O’Reillys lived in a humble sort of environment, but he was sure they had cash to spare and would’ve used it for one of their own if they could. Maybe it was telling that his first thought to solve a problem was to throw money at it, but when it came to the law, there wasn’t much else to do ... and honestly it worked, often enough. Victor could practically feel the anger rolling off of Aidan, and he thought it was totally understandable, and a little bit hot. He was difficult to rattle, but he was definitely rattled now. “Damn, that’s shitty,” Victor murmured, trying to sound sympathetic without being patronizing. “Bullshit bureaucracy ... are they holding him here in town? Can you go see him?”
“No, they almost immediately took him to county. Knox was able to pop in and check on him, but I couldn’t get in there.” Aidan had wanted to, but the thing about being arrested was that family couldn’t just come by and hang out. He’d been relieved that Knox could go, that Max could at least have that, even if he hadn’t gotten to say goodbye himself. “What really sucks is that most of that time he was out, he was stuck in another dimension. I honestly thought he was dead for a while there.” They’d had no reason to believe Max might come back, no matter how much he might hope so. Aidan was normally optimistic, but even he hadn’t expected to see his brother again. But, against all odds, they’d gotten him back, only to lose him again. “Sorry. I know you can’t do anything about any of this. I’m just so hung up on it.” It was probably obvious just looking at him and, while Aidan hated that, he couldn’t do much about it now.
He still didn’t know a lot about Aidan’s family, since this whole thing was still a secret, but Aidan had told him enough that he could follow along with what he was saying. Knox was their shapeshifting familiar -- something that Victor found fascinating and he was privately excited to meet him one day -- and Max was the older, non-witch brother. The part about the other dimension threw him for a second before he remembered Aidan telling him early on that his brother had been caught up in all that nasty fog business. The same fog that had taken Brianna. Victor kind of wished it would have kept her, but that was unkind to his cousins and what was done was done. “Don’t be sorry,” Victor murmured, shifting in closer to rest his hand on the back of Aidan’s neck. He rubbed gently with his thumb. “It’s completely reasonable to be upset about awful, unjust things happening to your family. ... what can I do to help you? Distraction? Cuddles? Want me to try and bribe a judge?” Victor half-smiled just a bit.
Aidan’s eyes shut briefly as Victor rubbed his neck. He could easily get lost in touch, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask for it. That was something that was hard for him, even when he was wound up. He fell back on the next best thing, though the options won a little chuckle from him. “Tempting, but I don’t think throwing money at this will help,” he said with a little smile. “I could do with a distraction. You have something in mind?” It was so much easier to put the ball in Victor’s court, even if it felt a little lazy on his end. It just wasn’t something he was used to, even if it felt more natural. It made him wonder how far his leanings were outside the bedroom, or if it was just Victor that brought it out in him. It wouldn’t surprise him if it was the latter—being around Victor made him feel all kinds of unexpected things and he was quickly learning not to question it too much if it felt good for the both of them.
Several options flashed through Victor’s head -- some sexual, some not. It didn’t feel right to push for anything erotic, however. Sex could be a wonderful distraction, but Victor didn’t want to give off the vibe that was all he had to offer, or all he was interested in from Aidan. He still wasn’t sure what this thing between them was becoming, he just knew there was more of an attraction than just the physical. Aidan needed support, not to be taken advantage of in a vulnerable moment. Victor pursed his lips in thought, his eyes drifting over Aidan’s face. Placating and trying to soothe him seemed patronizing ... no, he needed an outlet for all of that angry energy. An idea came into Victor’s mind and he tilted his head to one side. “It’s a lovely clear night ... we should do something about that,” he said, giving a little half-smile. Victor sat up to set his drink down, took Aidan’s hand, and moved to stand up. “Come outside with me.”
Aidan raised a brow, his lips turning up as Victor tugged him to his feet. He wasn’t entirely sure what he had in mind, but his mind was already spinning with possibilities. Mostly, he liked Victor’s hand in his and the effort he was making to help him. What they were to each other was still mostly undefined. He hadn’t even been sure he’d be welcome for anything other than sex and, while he was sure he would have enjoyed it, he wasn’t sure that was what he needed right that second. Later, maybe… but as they stepped outside and the night air hit him, he knew this was the better choice. It was relatively pleasant outside, warm enough he’d have slept under the stars, if he’d been in a better mood. Ruining it felt appropriate. “I’ve been wanting to punch something for days,” he admitted softly.
Victor took him out onto the back deck -- which they had already christened, so to speak, but he wasn’t thinking about that now. He breathed in deep as they stepped out from under the awning. The sky was clear and twinkly with stars, and it was perfect weather to invent a storm. He’d left the porch lights off, so it was just the two of them in the dark with their power. Why not make something of it? “Yeah?” Victor asked. His tone was soft but there was a dangerous edge in it too. “Show me. Call up the wind, give it some of that righteous anger.” Victor had always believed there was nothing wrong with anger, and he found it weird when people tried to suppress every ‘dark’ emotion they had. Rage was a reasonable reaction to injustice, and it sounded like Aidan’s family was suffering a big injustice. He was entitled to his rage, and to express it, manifest it. Victor wanted to feel it.
Nobody had ever accused Aidan of shuttering his less savory instincts, but rage was an emotion he rarely dealt with. He had no idea what to do with it when the object of his anger was as abstract as the criminal justice system. There was no one to yell at, no one to hit, and so he’d just been simmering. Everything he did got infused with his frustration, even if it was simple as cutting his hair. Although he didn’t often lash out with magic, tapping into it came easily as Aidan opened his palms at his side and breathed deep. Within seconds, the gentle evening wind stirred, rapidly turning to gusts and whipping ferociously around them. It tugged at their clothes and tangled their hair as Aidan let it continue to grow. He knew not to overdo it, but damn did it feel good to let it out a little.
The breeze became an ocean gust became a gale, and Victor grinned as his whipping hair stung his forehead. He walked forward a few paces to take him to the edge of the deck. Victor leaned against the wooden railing and spread his arms out to feel surrounded by it, his lover’s element and roiling magic. It was exhilarating, and he let his own magic reach up through Aidan’s wind into the sky, pulling the water molecules in the air together, balling them up like snowballs. It set off a chain reaction helped along by Aidan’s rushing air, and clouds started to form overhead. If they were going to play with the weather, might as well make it a proper storm, right? Victor turned around to look at Aidan, a wild sort of joy in his eyes. His boy was venting his rage at the moment and he wanted to be sensitive to it, but he couldn’t help but enjoy all of this. He felt tingly all over, there was something so sensual about it all. More clouds were rolling in from the direction of the ocean, and thunder rumbled in the distance.
In his anger, Aidan’s eyes had turned towards the sky, but as the clouds began to form and the thunder rolled, his attention dropped to Victor. If his heart hadn’t already been racing, it would have taken off then, caught in Victor’s gaze as his lover’s magic began to weave in with his own. He’d never felt anything like it; it left his throat dry and his skin tingling. A wave of desire rushed through him as electricity jumped to his fingertips, and lightning spiraled upwards with a loud crack. This was more than he could ever do on his own, something new, born from rage and power, but feeding on a well of untapped emotion that swelled within him. The sky turned dark as Aidan stepped towards Victor, wind rushing behind him in an effort to pull him closer. “Make it rain,” he said, voice deep and eyes blown wide. He could feel it there, in the air, so close he could taste it as they stood in the center of the building storm.
The lightning was blinding and sent a shockwave of power slicing through Victor -- it didn’t hurt, but it was intense, and his own pulse was speeding behind his ribs. The wind pushed at his back, and he moved in closer to Aidan, drawn in like gravity. Lightning was usually something to be avoided, but even with the jagged after-image burned into his vision, Victor didn’t feel any fear. The air around them and the magic inside of them felt wild, but Aidan was in control and Victor trusted him. The low command sent a thill down his spine. Aidan didn’t usually demand anything, and it made Victor ravenous to give it to him. He lifted his eyes and hands to the sky again and focused on coalescing more of those clouds, thicker, denser, until the water they held couldn’t be contained anymore, like Aidan’s wind. Victor tugged down on the air like he was physically pulling a hatch open, and the rain followed. It poured down on them in a torrent, warm summer rain from a flash storm, whipped around by the gusts blowing around them. He laughed up into it before looking at Aidan again for his approval.
It was rare for Aidan to demand anything of anyone. If he wanted something, he would usually ask, and even then he didn’t like to be a burden. But in that moment, air was no longer a passive element. The wind whipped all around them as Aidan let the magic pour out of him, weaving throughout Victor’s magic as it rose, higher and higher, clearing the trees that swayed in the storm. He could feel the moment when air turned to liquid and he gasped, a shiver running down his spine as rage began to drain out of him, replaced with a sense of quiet euphoria and wonder. Aidan shut his eyes as the warm summer rain began to splash on his face, basking in the moment where he could no longer feel where his magic ended and Victor’s began. Victor laughed and Aidan grinned back at him, unable to contain it. As angry as the storm seemed, it had leached the feeling off Aidan, leaving him feeling lighter, and he had Victor to thank for that.
Having something of a magical temper tantrum didn’t actually fix anything, of course -- Aidan’s brother was still going back to prison, there was nothing Victor could do to stop that process. But seeing that grin on Aidan’s face made him feel accomplished. He’d at least been distracting and had led Aidan into a different state of mind, and sometimes that made all the difference. His own mind was sliding in a different direction ... Aidan looked intensely sexy with his hair whipping around everywhere and his eyes alight and their power humming together. It felt good to Victor to be soaked by the rain, rolling droplets tickling his skin as his clothes started clinging more to his body. He was more than tempted to grab Aidan and pull him in close to feel the heat from him, but he wasn’t positive Aidan’s head was there yet, so Victor just reached to take one of his hands.
It may not have fixed anything, but being given an outlet for his anger still made him feel better. There was a rush that came with the expenditure of magic, of pushing himself to see how far he could take it, while still remaining in control. It felt like he’d been in a good fight and left him high on adrenaline. Even though his mood had lifted, his body was unwilling to come down, wanting more than the wind and the rain could offer. All it took was Victor’s hand in his for his brain to catch up with his body; the arousal that had been subtly simmering beneath his skin flared to life and Aidan fought to maintain his composure. Still, his eyes dropped to Victor’s lips as he licked his own, tasting the rain as the wind whipped around them. “That was fun,” he murmured, shuffling closer, so that their chests were almost touching. He gave Victor’s shirt a little tug with his free hand. “You’re all wet now.”
His body language was more than inviting, and Victor's own body reacted accordingly -- heat rushed into his crotch and his skin felt tingly where they were almost touching. The tug at his clothes felt needy in the best sort of way, and Victor brought his free hand up to cup the side of Aidan's face. "Not just me," he pointed out with a little wicked grin. They both looked like drowned rats, hyped up on magic and rushing hormones. Victor hoped Aidan was tingling too. If he wasn't yet, he was about to be, because moving in that close felt like a green light, and Victor hit the gas. He released Aidan's hand to wrap that arm around him and pull their bodies flush together. At the same time Victor dipped in to kiss him, tilting Aidan's face up with one firm thumb on his jaw. It was a hungry kiss, his lips parting almost immediately so he could tease his tongue against Aidan’s mouth, demanding entry,
Aidan knew that his advances were clumsy and that he lacked confidence, especially in a relationship that was still so new, but he was glad that Victor could read him well enough to see the open invitation. He pressed into the hold, reveling in how perfectly Victor’s body fit against his as he opened his mouth to his kiss. Aidan’s hand fisted in Victor’s shirt as he fought for control, the fight coming naturally to him after the rush of the storm. He pushed his hips against Victor’s as his arousal became evident through his jeans and he nipped at Victor’s tongue as it slid against his. With the rage stripped away, need was left in its place and its intensity shocked Aidan with how hard it hit him. He’d never wanted anyone like this, to the point where he could forget about everything else when he was with them. There was a danger to that kind of power, but Aidan chased after it anyways, needing it enough to deem it worth the risk.
Victor was more interested in authenticity than any forced suaveness ... Aidan's initiative was hot to him, clumsy or not. His awkwardness was part of his charm. And he obviously wasn't letting it hinder him -- the kiss sent fire racing down Victor's spine. One hand slid down to grab Aidan's ass as he pushed in harder, his own cock swelling faster at the feel of Aidan's hardon. Victor groaned into the kiss, letting go of Aidan's face to reach down and grab his shirt to peel it up and off. He flexed his magic further, heating up the rain that fell around them, creating a bubble of hot water for them, like it was their own personal shower from the sky. Victor captured Aidan's mouth again as soon as he could, his hands roaming hungrily over his wet bare torso while they tasted one another again. Victor could sense and fed on Aidan's urgency, his heart racing as he slid one hand down to cup and squeeze that bulge in the front of Aidan’s soaked jeans.
Aidan growled softly as Victor broke the kiss to strip off his shirt, untangling the wet fabric from his arms as quickly as possible. His hands were back on Victor seconds later, sliding up under his shirt and seeking bare skin. He hummed his approval of the warm rain as Victor kissed him, quietly impressed, and adjusted the temperature of the air around them to keep them warm as well. There would likely come a point where he couldn’t multitask like this, where Victor would be too big a distraction to maintain this level of magic, but at the moment he would attempt to keep it up. The warm air was almost unnecessary—the rain plus his rising heart rate kept him hot and bothered as it was. Victor’s hands were to blame, grabbing his ass, then squeezing his cock, feeding the fire burning inside him. Aidan ground unashamedly into Victor’s hold as he muttered a curse, his dick so hard he could hardly think.
They had created a little sauna-shower together right there on Victor’s back deck, and it was sexy as fuck to be out in the open and soaked to the bone, but still so physically comfortable. Victor loved rain for obvious magical reasons, and being in it with Aidan had just made it even better. The needy way he pushed into Victor’s touch made his core throb pleasantly, and Victor thought that if he just pushed Aidan to his knees right then, he could get sucked off in the hot rain with no questions asked. It was very tempting, but he wasn’t the one who’d started the evening in a bad mood -- now wasn’t the time to be selfish, now was the time to pamper the shit out of his foxy boy. So Victor gave his crotch another firm squeeze before he pulled back and peeled his own shirt up and off, wanting more bare skin for the rain and Aidan’s hands. Victor dropped to his knees and ungently pulled the fly of Aidan’s jeans open, tugging the wet fabric down to his thighs to free his cock. He didn’t mind the water in his face as he looked up, wanting to take in Aidan’s expression while he started licking him in long strokes.
Having Victor on his knees before him was so unexpected that Aidan gaped down at him, only realizing that his mouth was open when he moaned his approval of Victor’s tongue on his cock. He’d have been fine with the roles reversed, would have happily sucked Victor dry, but having Victor on his knees felt like a real treat, especially out in the rain and the wind. There was a kink there that Aidan might’ve been able to identify if his head was clear, but it was so foggy with lust at the moment that all he could think of was how incredibly hot Victor was with his dick in his mouth. That he wouldn’t have wanted this a few weeks ago seemed unfathomable. His hands tentatively moved to Victor’s hair, pushing it out of his eyes, but reluctant to take control. He didn’t need to—he knew Victor was capable of working him into a frenzy without any guidance at all.
Victor loved that lust-vacant look on his face, the way his lips parted and his eyes glazed over. It made him want to drain even more power from Aidan’s brain, make him stupid with pleasure. With a low groan in his throat that probably couldn’t be heard over the wind, Victor really took his cock into his mouth, pushing it deeper until it nudged the back of his throat. He swallowed around Aidan, his hands stroking wet thighs. Some people had a narrow view of blowjobs, saw them as only a submissive act, but Victor knew better. It was as versatile as any other sexual thing, and he felt in complete control of Aidan’s pleasure as he hummed around him and pulled his head back, only to push in again. He loved that velvety hardness stroking against his tongue, and he started up a slow rhythm that was just as much for his own enjoyment as Aidan’s.
While having Victor on his knees initially seemed submissive to Aidan, the way he was sucking him off was anything but. Aidan felt completely at his mercy, unable to even think straight as Victor took him deep and swallowed around him. “Fuck, you’re good at that,” he muttered, and was fairly certain he’d gagged the last time he tried it, while Victor looked like he could eat him alive. It was one of those things that Aidan had tried before actually experiencing for himself and damn did it make him want to practice, now that he knew how good it felt. His hands moved down to Victor’s shoulders as he started working him, needing the stability as much as he needed to touch him. Victor grounded him as the storm swirled around them, the wind rising as Aidan’s breathing became heavy and thunder rolling as he groaned in pleasure.
He felt the rumble in his chest from Aidan's moan just as much as the thunder. Being so in tune with the wild nature all around them was a rush, and knowing Aidan was feeling the same power surging around them gave him an intense sense of connection. Victor sucked firmly on Aidan's cock as he bobbed his head, grunting another sound of appreciation. He loved feeling in charge of the pace and pleasure, finding what angles and pressures made Aidan's body react the most. It made him greedy for it, the desire to do this all fucking night pulsing in his chest ... and his own neglected cock. Victor knew he would get his turn, for the moment his whole focus was on making Aidan feel good.
It was possibly the most exhilarating connection Aidan had ever had with anyone, the combination of the weather, their magic, and the sex bringing it to new heights he hadn’t even thought possible. He’d felt hints of it previously, the way their magic would swirl together when they were on the brink of orgasm, but he was usually too distracted by whatever Victor was doing to him to pay much attention. The open display of their combined power made it impossible to ignore, giving him a heady rush that made his cock pulse and his breath hitch as Victor sucked him off. As much as he wanted to last all night, it was just too much. “Gonna come,” he muttered in warning, unable to take his eyes off of Victor as he tumbled towards his climax.
Victor was tempted to stop in that second, pull away and either stop him right on the edge or watch him spill onto the deck boards, orgasm ruined. He knew it would keep him hard and make the next one feel even better ... but they hadn’t played with that kind of denial yet. Victor couldn’t predict how Aidan would react to it, and that was a dangerous game to play when emotions were already high. This was meant to make him feel better, not challenge him, as much as the sadistic side of Victor wanted to. There would be better nights to push him. So Victor kept sucking and sped up his back and forth -- he wanted to give Aidan an orgasm worthy of the storm whipping around them. He gripped Aidan’s ass as he grunted around his cock, loving how he could feel it swell between his lips.
Aidan fully expected Victor to pull off him and finish him with his hand, and when he didn’t immediately do so, Aidan held on as long as he could. It was a lost cause. He’d already been on the brink and telling Victor only caused him to speed up, making it impossible not to come. He groaned as he spilled into Victor’s mouth, ass flexing while Victor held him, his hips jerking as he lost momentary control over his body. The storm reached its crescendo, wild as he gasped for breath, his hands tight on Victor’s shoulders until he slowly began to calm. His heart still raced, but the wind died down, no longer frenzied and ready for a fight. Aidan opened his eyes to watch Victor, amazed at what he could do to him—what they could do together. He couldn’t help but feel that this thing that they had was special in ways that went beyond really great sex.
It was exhilarating. It was one thing to make someone come, it was another to do it in the middle of a storm they’d created together, feeling the wind and energy in the air reach a peak alongside Aidan’s physical body. Victor took him deep as his cock started spasming, swallowing down everything he had to give. Once things had calmed down again, he made sure to lick his boy clean before he sat back a bit and looked up at him. Victor licked his bottom lip, hands caressing Aidan’s thighs as he let the rain slack off and dissipate. His own cock was still caught in his soaked pants, straining against the fabric, neglected ... but he felt strangely okay with that. This whole thing had been amazing already, even if the pleasure was just for Aidan tonight. Victor just hoped he felt better. “Weird weather tonight,” he murmured with a little smirk.
The image Victor made, soaking wet and smirking as he knelt before him, was one that would stick with Aidan. The line of his cock was visible in his pants and his lips were swollen from sucking him off. It was vulgar in the best possible way, making Aidan almost wish he wasn’t spent. The desire was still there, as it might always be, but his body needed a break before he could go again. “Summer storms. They blow in out of nowhere,” he said, unable to stop himself from smirking back. He tucked himself back into his pants, then not even bothering to zip them before he offered Victor a hand, pulling him to his feet. Aidan pressed close, his hand resting on Victor’s stomach as he thought about the first time Victor had gotten him off and how he’d left him like that. He had no intention of doing that again, unless Victor asked him to. “Want to go inside?” he asked as he thumbed the button on Victor’s pants.
Victor took the hand up, draping his free arm around Aidan’s shoulders. For still having a raging hardon, he felt oddly content and sated. His boy was obviously in a better mood now, so he’d accomplished his main goal, and they’d made beautiful magic together. The storm was fading away, and it was like coming down from an orgasmic high. Victor wasn’t sure he needed much else ... but he also wasn’t one to turn down pleasure, most of the time. Hell, maybe they could take their time now and Victor could warm Aidan back up into some more fun for him too. Once they were warm and dry. “I do,” he murmured, a pleasant little pulse shooting through his cock. He lifted one hand to nudge Aidan’s chin up with one finger so he could kiss him, lingering in it for a moment before he gave him room again. “Let’s get out of these clothes ... you’re spending the night, right?”
Though Aidan’s experience was limited, he’d always been under the impression that both people needed to come in order for them both to be satisfied. The times that he’d been left unfinished had left him bitter and frustrated, and that was something he wanted to avoid with Victor. It didn’t even occur to him that he could be okay with the current situation, so even though he was feeling lazy and sated, he wanted to make sure he returned the favor. He was open to more fun later, though, something that always felt like a possibility between them. Aidan’s chest fluttered as Victor lifted his chin to kiss him, a warmth spreading through him as he looked back at Victor with dreamy eyes. “I’d like to, yeah,” he said with a little smile. He would never assume the invitation was there, and he’d probably never turn it down. His hand turned, fingers brushing Victor’s bulge before grabbing him by the front of the pants and dragging him towards the house. “Maybe I can help you with that?”
Victor couldn’t promise that he would always want overnight company -- he still had a solitary nature sometimes -- but right now he couldn’t imagine not wanting Aidan to spend the night. Especially when there was bullshit going on in his life he needed a break from. Victor wanted to be that break, wanted to be his distraction, comfort, shelter ... it was a little overwhelming to feel all that for someone he still didn’t know terribly well, but Victor was falling hard and Aidan triggered every single one of his protective dominant instincts. The firm tug on the front of his pants made Victor chuckle, and he fell into step with Aidan to go inside. “I have every confidence that you can,” he said with a little smirk. He could magically dry himself off if he really wanted to, but he’d already expended quite a bit of magical energy, and why bother if Aidan with a fluffy towel could accomplish the same thing, and much more pleasantly?
Aidan had always felt like he was supposed to be self-sufficient, that he should be able to handle everything on his own and asking for help was the result of some kind of failure on his end. He knew this wasn’t exactly true, but it was a subconscious trap that he sometimes fell in, stuck in an ill-fitting pattern that often made things worse. Allowing Victor to see him at a low had been hard, but seeking comfort in him felt good—good enough to ignore his issues for a few hours of peace. He squashed the little voice that wondered if Victor thought less of him for giving in, and watched for all the little clues that said otherwise, that told him he was welcome there, even in a less than pleasant state. It wasn’t just the way Victor looked at him, or the way he touched him, but the way Victor’s energy seemed to balance his. Once inside, Aidan paused, looking up at Victor and wishing that he could read his mind. “What do you want?” he asked, because there were too many options. They could strip down right there and Aidan would happily suck him off in his living room, but there was also the bedroom and the bathroom—both of which he enjoyed. Taking a shower with Victor was never just about showering.
There were a lot of options, and all of them were appealing for various reasons. Victor wasn’t rushed or fussed though. His dick was still achingly hard in his pants, but he thought getting somewhere actually comfortable before he let Aidan take care of him in any way was the best idea. No one would ever accuse Victor of not being indulgent. He wasn’t giving Aidan’s vulnerabilities any negative thoughts -- if anything he was still pleased that the other man had come to him when he wasn’t in a good state of mind, that he’d wanted Victor’s company when he was sad and impotently pissed off. It wasn’t always easy for people to show that side of themselves, and Victor didn’t want him to regret it for a second. He hummed and gave a thoughtful purse of his lips, then gave Aidan a faint grin. “You and me toweling off and then getting into bed together sounds like a good start,” he answered, brushing his fingers through some of Aidan’s wet hair. “If you feel up for that. ... and I’m good with no more sex, if you don’t want to. I’m content, don’t feel obligated.” It felt important to say out loud, without an ounce of hidden pressure or double meaning, so Aidan knew he was being sincere. They could take a nap or watch a movie, for all Victor cared. He knew there would be more pleasure coming, and his priority was to cater to Aidan’s feelings tonight.
A playful smile tugged at Aidan’s lips as Victor’s fingers raked through his hair, though it faded as his eyes began to search Victor’s, his words setting in. It was the opposite of what he’d expected, but Victor seemed sincere, so he was left to decide what he really, truly wanted at that moment. And it struck him that no one had ever been so upfront with him about sex, or shown him that they wanted to be with him for anything less. Words couldn’t capture how that made him feel, so he leaned in and kissed Victor slowly, gently, and with the kind of care that he felt like he’d received. It felt like the most revealing kiss he’d ever given anyone and he struggled to meet Victor’s eyes after, sure that he’d see right through him. “Dry and in bed sounds like a good start,” he said, stopping to lick his lips. “I hate leaving you like this, but if you don’t mind waiting a bit, maybe we can… take care of it later.”
Victor watched Aidan’s gears turn until he leaned in for a kiss, and he returned it with equal softness. He felt like he could read between the lines, so to speak, and pick up on some of the emotion behind Aidan’s lips. He sensed the kind of appreciation that made him think that most of Aidan’s partners hadn’t been looking for his enthusiastic consent. When they were playing with power dynamics and Victor was dominating him, he was all for pushing Aidan’s limits, but Aidan had to want him to do that. That was the whole point. Victor never wanted to force anything on him when he wasn’t in the mood for it. He knew they were still learning to communicate about desires and boundaries -- Aidan seemingly for the first time in his life -- but he counted it as a great sign of progress that Aidan was able to say no. Or at least put him off until later. Victor felt a tiny flash of disappointment in his body, but that mattered so little. It just meant he would come even harder when it finally happened again, whether that was tonight or the next morning or whatever. “We’ll play it by ear, yeah?” Victor offered with a warm little smile. He snagged Aidan’s hand to lead him through the house to the steps so they could go up to his bedroom and get comfortable. “Are you cold at all?” he asked on the stairs.
Aidan didn’t like saying no. Even though it was his decision and he’d been given the option, he felt like he was letting Victor down, at least on a physical level. His one consolation was that he could make it up to him, hopefully later, but if not then, then in the morning. Aidan just knew that, if he didn’t wait, he wouldn’t be capable of playing the way Victor might want to play, and Aidan wanted to give him that. So he accepted his decision, even if he himself was a touch disappointed, and gave Victor’s hand a squeeze as he led him up to the bedroom. “I’m… yeah,” he said with a little laugh. He’d been fine outside, when Victor had been in control of the warmth of the rain, but now that they were back inside with the A/C, his skin was cold and covered in goosebumps. He’d just been too distracted to notice or care. “Cold, but getting dry will help. So will body heat.”
Victor hummed an amused sort of affirmative. Wrapping them both up in towels and snuggling into bed sounded divine, no matter what it led to. As long as Aidan didn’t have to dash off in the morning, Victor knew he would get satisfaction. He was a patient man, he could wait. Taking care of his boy was more important. Once they were in the master suite, Victor stepped into the bathroom to grab a couple of towels. He stripped down while he was in there, happy to get the clinging wet fabric off of his skin. His own clothes went into the hamper, but he gestured at Aidan’s as he handed him the thick towel. “I can run those through the washer and dryer for you, if you want,” he offered. “For tomorrow. Or I can just lend you something ...?” Victor wasn’t sure if that would be too obvious for Aidan’s family or what. He didn’t have a good sense yet of how closely they paid attention to their youngest sibling’s comings and goings. He rubbed his towel over his hair and shoulders, then wrapped it low around his waist.
“Hmm. I wonder how many times I’d have to roll your jeans to keep from stepping on them,” Aidan said with a little grin as he stripped off his clothes and handed them over to Victor. He liked the idea of slipping into something of Victor’s, but he was more likely to grab loungewear, something he could cuddle into rather than a fully functional outfit. The extra height Victor had on him made borrowing pants laughable, but the offer was sweet nonetheless. “Throw ‘em in the wash, if you don’t mind, and I’ll raid your closet if I need clothes before I leave,” he said as he started drying off. He wasn’t really sure if he was ready to show up back home in Victor’s clothes, even if they did fit. He wasn’t sure which would be worse, the questions his family might have or them not noticing at all.
They definitely didn’t have the same style either, and picturing Aidan trying to wear some of his khakis and polos, oversized and far too preppy for him, was just funny to Victor. Sweats would be best if they were going to share any clothes. “You got it,” Victor answered. His eyes lingered over Aidan rubbing himself down with a towel for an extra moment, then he turned to head for the bedroom door. “Be right back, make yourself at home.” Victor made his way downstairs to toss Aidan’s clothes into the washing machine. It really said something for him that he didn’t give a second thought to leaving Aidan alone in his bedroom. In spite of how they’d met, Victor trusted him now, and it felt like he belonged there. Once he’d gotten the washer started, he grabbed a couple of bottles of water and some cut fruit from the fridge. Aidan might not even be hungry, but it came natural to Victor to anticipate needs. He was in full caretaker mode now. Victor snagged a bag of pretzels on his way out and headed upstairs again.
With Victor’s eyes on him, Aidan’s actions slowed slightly, his heart rate rising. He wasn’t hesitant—just aware. He’d never spent this much time fully nude around another person, casually, without immediate gratification in sight. It wasn’t the first time, of course, but they weren’t in bed or in the shower and it made Aidan feel… seen. Almost self conscious, though less of his nudity and more of his flaws. When Victor left, Aidan took the moment to use the bathroom, wash up, and run his fingers through his hair. He briefly considered borrowing Victor’s brush, but decided against it. He climbed into Victor’s king size bed and spent a few seconds wondering how the fuck he’d ended up there before Victor returned. With food. And water. And suddenly Aidan tried to remember when he’d last eaten. He was sure he had, he tended to graze when he was hungry, but liquor and cigarettes weren’t a meal. “Did I tell you I was hungry?” he asked with a little smile.