MasukLukas woke to the quiet rhythm of another person’s breathing, a sound so unfamiliar in his bed that it snapped him fully awake before the warmth of it sank in.He blinked against the soft morning light spilling through the blinds, his body heavy and sore in the best possible way. And there he was. Aiden. Stretched out beside him, sheets tangled low across his hips.It was surreal. Lukas couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up with someone like this, still sharing the same pillows instead of pulling clothes on in the dark and disappearing before dawn.He turned his head, drinking him in.Aiden looked different in sleep. The hard lines of his face softened, the composure stripped away. His brow, usually furrowed with focus or tension, was smooth. Dark lashes brushed against his skin. His lips, still a little swollen from being kissed until they were raw, parted with slow exhales. Even his hands, capable, precise, always steady, rested loosely against the sheet, fingers curled with
Lukas’s rhythm faltered, his whole body locking up like his brain had hit a wall. Two weeks ago. Another man. The thought made his chest seize, jealousy and fury colliding until he wanted to put his fist through a wall.He should stop. Pull out, pull away, cool down before he said something stupid. But his body had other plans, grinding forward even as his pulse spiked hotter.“What’s his name?” Lukas rasped, the words tearing out of him before he could stop them.Aiden’s fingers dug hard into his back, sharp crescents of nail. “We’re done talking about it.”“The fuck we are,” Lukas shot back, breath ragged against Aiden’s mouth. He thrust harder, rougher, chasing something. “Tell me his name.”“No.”Lukas let out a broken laugh, dark and low. “What, you think I’m gonna track him down? Jesus, Doc—” He snapped his hips, drawing a strangled sound from Aiden’s throat. “—don’t tempt me.”The words stuck to his skin like fire. Why the hell was he this angry? He wasn’t Aiden’s boyfriend, n
Lukas’s breath came rough and uneven, his body thrumming with anticipation as he slicked his fingers, pressing them between Aiden’s thighs. Aiden didn’t flinch, didn’t tense, his eyes locked on Lukas like he wanted to watch every reaction.Lukas watched the way Aiden’s chest rose as he pushed a finger in, then a second. Aiden's jaw tightened. Controlled, unshaken. It drove Lukas crazy.“Fuck, you’re unreal,” Lukas rasped, twisting his fingers, stretching him wider. His cock ached, heavy and demanding, but he forced himself to take his time. He wanted Aiden ready, wanted nothing getting in the way of what came next.Aiden’s lips curved faintly, his voice low and rough. “Give me your best work, Hanley. I need to know you can fuck properly before I clear you to even watch a game." Lukas’s laugh was sharp, his grin wicked. “Oh, I plan to. There'll be no doubt in that pretty head of yours. I can watch, play and listen to all your dirty little secrets."He finally pulled his fingers free
The walk back to the apartment was charged but quieter than Lukas expected. Sexual tension lingered in the air like static, but it wasn’t frantic this time. It had a slower pull, something that made Lukas’s chest feel uncomfortably tight.Inside, the familiar creak of the apartment door followed them in. Lukas toed off his shoes and glanced toward Aiden, who was hanging his jacket with the same deliberate care he did everything. Calm, controlled. Infuriatingly composed.Lukas jerked his chin toward the master bedroom. “In here.”He expected that cocky look from earlier, expected Aiden to crowd him the moment they reached the bedroom. But, Aiden moved slower, steady hands reaching for the hem of Lukas’s shirt. Lukas scoffed, but he didn’t pull away. With careful patience, Aiden helped him work the fabric up over his sling and off his body. Lukas’s breath hitched at how close their faces were, the brush of Aiden’s knuckles along his ribs sending a jolt through him.Nothing rushed, no ga
Lukas slipped back into the main room, Aiden shadowing him. The dim light of the club pulsing with bass-heavy music, colored lights strobing across the dance floor.At their table, Mac was leaned back in his chair, grinning as some overly insistent guy hovered beside him. A fresh cocktail sat in front of Mac, condensation sliding down the glass.Instead of pushing the guy away, Mac tilted the drink toward his lips, casual as ever. “Thanks,” he said, drawling the word. “But my boyfriend will be back soon.”Tease. Lukas scoffed to himself.As they approached, Mac’s grin widened. “There he is,” he said smoothly, tipping his chin toward Lukas. “Hey, honey!”Lukas dropped into his seat without so much as a glance at the stranger. Aiden sat beside him, silent, composed as ever but there was a glimmer of satisfaction flickering in his eyes that made Lukas’s chest tighten with want.“Your boyfriend?” the guy sneered, eyeing Lukas with disbelief. “Please. I saw him going into the bathroom with
Aiden’s hand closed around him, firm and sure. Lukas sucked in a sharp breath. The difference was instant. Where Suit Guy had been sloppy and awkward, Aiden was steady, confident, devastatingly controlled. Heat jolted through him, his whole body shuddering at the contrast.Lukas bit down on a groan, his pride warring with the wave of pleasure rolling up his spine. It felt too good, too easy, like his body had been waiting for this touch. The tension in his chest cracked open, replaced with something needier and strangely possessive.Aiden didn’t look away, his dark eyes locked on Lukas, lashes shadowing them under the dim bathroom light. His expression was calm, but his lips parted slightly with each breath, the faintest flush dusting his cheekbones. He stroked him slow and deliberate, his long fingers knowing exactly how to twist and press, like he’d studied Lukas’s body and memorized every response. The phone buzzed again in his pocket, insistent, but he ignored it, his focus absol







