New Players In The Pattern

[Aiden Finnegan]

Aiden released Sage’s wrists. A light blush came over his cheeks. He hated blushing. It was like wearing your heart on your sleeve. He had been so caught up in the moment, and after seeing the fire-proof film in the Dojo he had just assumed the entire basement was covered in the stuff. The orbs winked out and his pants got a little looser. A grin appeared on his face and he scratched the back of his head.

                “I mean… With myself, yeah,” He laughed at that, “They, uh, yeah… I have vaulted ceilings so it was never an issue… I mean… I never thought… Ah shit.”

                Aiden rolled off of Sage, lying next to him. He laced his fingers together and placed them over his stomach. Turning his head to face the other man, “I don’t know. Probably wouldn’t be a good idea if your bedroom isn’t fireproof. I can’t promise anything. Not until I learn to control these little buggers… What’s the odds of someone walking in on us in the dojo?”

                There was a twinkle of mirth in Aiden’s eye. He liked Sage; at least what he knew of him so far. If the man wanted to screw, chances were that Aiden wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He was still worried that it might sour things if they hopped into each other’s pants too quickly, but Sage was looking so tasty! It was hard to fight the urge. He would leave it up to the other man. This wasn’t his house and he did not want to run the risk of burning it to the ground just to get off.