New Players In The Pattern

[Aiden Finnegan]

Sage asked if Aiden was spending the night. He furrowed his brow for a moment. Sage had offered that already before they had even met in the flesh. That was the entire reason Aiden had packed five of his suitcases… That may have seemed excessive, but Aiden would never travel anywhere without having a wide selection of outfits. You never knew what was going to happen and Aiden would not be caught unaware. What if they went to a ball together? Aiden would have kicked himself if he didn’t have his lucky suit on hand…

                Chalking it up to forgetfulness, Aiden nodded vigorously, “I thought you’d never ask.” He dropped his pants, content to remain in his own boxer-briefs if Sage was going to parade around in his own boxers. Oh, it was risky. Aiden would have trouble keeping his hands to himself if there was only a small layer of fabric protecting their groins, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

                “I’ll tell my driver to unload the baggage and to go back home… If you’d just give me my device back,” Aiden said as he reached for his wallet. Sage commented on the Kremlin, “What? What is going on? You don’t look happy… Not that I would be upset to have the rest of the night alone with you… But I don’t like that look on your face… What’s wrong, Sage?”

                Aiden’s brow furrowed again. He pulled Sage in tight, arms locking around his waist, “You can tell me anything. What’s the matter?”