“Ready?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” He had a second’s warning before Aiden jumped on his back, wrapping his limbs around him. Mike quickly adjusted his stance to bear his weight, holding him beneath his thighs, and walked out of the firehouse. He started toward Aiden’s motorcycle but Aiden stopped him.
“Leaving my bike here. I’ll ride back with you.”
“All right.”
The trip home passed with low music playing on the radio and quiet recollections of the fight. When Mike pulled into the driveway and turned off the key, Aiden reached for his hand, entwining their fingers together. They both still wore their gloves, but Mike could feel the warmth of his lover’s hand against his own.
“I’m glad the fight is over. And I’m really glad we won.”
“Me too. Let’s head in and get some sleep.”
Inside, they headed up to the bedroom. Mike took off his boots and harness, then went to wash his hands and retrieve the first aid kit. When he came back, Aiden had undressed down to his underwear—a pair of briefs with green and black horizontal stripes. His hair was unbound, cascading over his shoulders as he sat cross legged on the bed. Mike smiled at Aiden wearing underwear in their colors. His hang-ups about showing his scarred body to his lover long gone, he took a moment to undress down to his briefs as well.
After he undressed, he began to examine his lover. With gentle fingers, he grasped Aiden’s chin and raised it to look him over. His elegant, fine-boned face hadn’t suffered any damage. “Still as gorgeous as ever,” he said.
A smile lit Aiden’s golden eyes. “Thanks, Beefcake. You were magnificent out there. I saw you throwing roundhouses left and right.”
Mike grinned. “Did you also check out my ass again when I used my powers?”
“Oh, you know I did.”
That made him laugh as he checked Aiden’s shoulder wounds next. Both entry and exits were already healed to a faint pink scar and hadn’t reopened during the bridge fight. There were a few bruises on his chest, but it wasn’t until he moved to Aiden’s back and swept his hair aside that he found something that needed treating. His shoulder blades were red and abraded. Several of the deeper scratches were tacked over with dried blood. “What happened here?”
“That damn Alice-bot knocked me down so hard I went sliding across the pavement.”
“Ouch.” Mike winced in sympathy. Making sure Aiden’s hair was out of the way, he got ready to treat the area.
“Gonna make me feel better, doctor?”
“Of course.”
He started by cleaning the abrasions with alcohol wipes. Aiden hissed at the sting. “Sorry.” Mike added a kiss to Aiden’s nape to his apology. Next, he squeezed out antibiotic ointment and began applying it. Using his fingers, he lightly smoothed the ointment over all of the abrasions until both shoulder blades were covered. Aiden sat quietly and let him work, head lolling forward so that his hair draped nearly to the floor.
“Your hands feel wonderful on me,” he whispered.
“Glad I could help,” Mike whispered back.
Once he was finished, he pressed another kiss to Aiden’s shoulder, right above the start of the scratches. “All better. Don’t lay on your back for a bit until that heals some. It shouldn’t take long.”
“Guess I’ll have to find another way to sleep then.”
Aiden twisted around to push Mike onto his back on the mattress then stretched out on top of him.
Mike was fine with the new position. He wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist, holding him in place. “Comfortable?”
Aiden hummed his answer with a satisfied smile curling his lips. “Mmmm-hmmm.”
They were warmly pressed together, skin to skin. Neither of them were hard yet, but with the subtle movements of Aiden’s hips grinding against him, it wouldn’t be long before they were.
“How’s your headache?” Aiden asked.
“Suddenly gone.”
“Good,” Aiden whispered before he leaned down and kissed him.
The kiss was as powerful as all the others they’d exchanged. Mike lost himself in the soft lips pressed against his own, a quiet moan escaping him as he let Aiden in to sweetly torment him with wicked curls of his tongue. Each kiss aroused his body and touched his heart, until every inch of him grew warm and shivery with both desire and love.
Aiden ended the connection in gradual stages, their lips slowly parting with a final shared breath between them. Mike stared up into golden tiger’s eyes that were full of tenderness as they watched him in return.
“I want to fuck and fight with you forever,” Aiden whispered softly.
Mike laughed and squeezed Aiden in a hug, thankful and happy that he’d found love with his beautiful, passionate partner. “That sounds like the perfect forever to me.”
