Refresher Short Story ***NSFW***

Okay, we got in at 2 am so I am all muzzy-brained. Y'all remember how I said we're going to have a serial Aidan and Zane story on the blog on holidays? Well, I wasn't home yesterday, so I couldn't post a new part. I still have to write it, in fact.

But, I didn't want any newcomers to have to go hunting the first part down on here, so I'm going to post it, then probably close to midnight tonight, there will be the second part of it put up. So here's the start, and this will run in once a month installments until the story is told. :D

Also, ***NSFW***







Copyright 2014
Bailey Bradford

Chapter One

 The sun had already set by the time Aidan parked the Hummer at the rest area. It’d been a gorgeous display of Nature’s artistic skills, with the sky going from a strikingly clear blue to shades of pink, orange, and yellow. Finally it darkened into a star-filled midnight blue. Aidan would never get used to such beauty.

The second he shut the engine off, Zane jolted awake, sitting up and grunting when the seatbelt restricted his movement.

“We’re stopping?” Zane asked, blinking then rubbing his eyes. “Shit, how long was I out?”

“Only a couple of hours. You were worn out, though. You did put Marcus’ guards through very intense training sessions these past few weeks.” Aidan unsnapped his seatbelt, then Zane’s. “We’ve got another five hours of driving, and we can do that tomorrow.” And, watching Zane sleep, the way his lips were parted and the soft little sounds he made—Aidan’s dick had been hard almost the entire time Zane had slept.

“Marcus put me in charge of his guards’ training while Keegan is gone, and I’m, going to make sure he has the best guards in the world.” Zane frowned. “Speaking of-- A rest area? Marcus would have a fit.”

Marcus had been abducted from one years ago, but there was a difference between the one he’d stopped at and the one Aidan had chosen.

“This isn’t an isolated one. I’m lucky there’s even a parking space for us.” Aidan shrugged. “And this one’s a safety rest area. Nothing’s going to get us here.” He, however, was going to get Zane.

“Yeah, and I can feel how horny you are, so—“ Zane raised his eyebrows at Aidan.

“I’ve been watching you, day after day, whipping those slackers into shape,” Aidan said, reaching over to stroke Zane’s cheek. “I’m pretty sure more than a few of them went home crying every night. You’re a badass instructor, Zane.”

Zane’s blush was cute, too. Aidan wanted to eat his mate up—well, lick him all over; that’d be excellent.

“They need to be the best to protect Marcus,” Zane said, his voice husky. “He’s the Alpha Anax and no one should have better guards than him. I’m not one of his guards; I shouldn’t be able to beat any of them.”

“And yet you kicked the ass of every one of them that took your challenge,” Aidan pointed out. “I bet you can even take out Keegan, and you know he’s crazy-dedicated. It’s no wonder Marcus keeps asking you to train them, too. It does the guards good to have different instructors from time to time because they learn all the moves from just one. Shakes them up to not know what to expect.”

“I don’t understand how some of them are even guards,” Zane muttered, not for the first time. “I don’t mind helping out with their training, but…”

Aidan understood. Zane was loyal to Marcus, and while that could have led to more responsibilities from the Alpha Anax, Zane didn’t want that. He did, however, believe those men and women who applied for and claimed to want to be guards should be the best warriors on the planet. That they weren’t was worrisome. Aidan would be having a long talk with Keegan and Dana about that.

“Maybe you should whoop Keegan just for the hell of it. Might help loosen him up. I think as tense as he is, he’s going to break. Though if he really did find his mate…” Aidan shrugged. “Maybe he won’t be such a rigid ass.”

Zane stared at him for a long moment. “He’s completely committed to Marcus, and Nathan. I doubt even having a mate will change that.”

Aidan nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Just let me point out that I am my brother’s biggest supporter, but you, honey, you’re always going to come first, and all of that warm, fuzzy stuff.”

“So romantic,” Zane said, snorting softly. “I like us being able to sneak away when we want, although lately…”

“Yeah, lately Marcus has been leaning on us for more and more things, like you training the guards, and me—us,” he corrected, “Going to find out what the fuck is happening with the Yellowstone pack.”

“He needs people he can trust. Gabe and Mika are in Europe for him. Keegan’s in South America. Marcus knows we’ll do whatever he needs doing, but now he wants us to live full-time at the compound, and that’s…” Zane trailed off and shrugged one shoulder. “I just don’t know.”

“No decisions have to be made right now in regards to that. However.” Aidan put his seat back. “There is something that needs attending to.” Zane had passed out from exhaustion too many nights lately. It was time for them both to blow off some steam and to reconnect in the most basic and primal way.

“You’re going to take off your pants and get in my lap, then ride me nice and slow enough that we don’t rock this Hummer. I’m going to take my dick out and let you get it as wet as you want it to be first.”

Zane’s eyes had widened then narrowed down to bare slits as Aidan had spoken. The scent of Zane’s arousal reached Aidan and mingled with his own.

“Someone could see,” Zane said.

Aidan reached behind Zane’s seat and pulled out the sun shade. “This baby will take care of the windshield. It’s dark out and no one can see through the tint on our door windows. If you’re still worried, though, use our shirts to shield us. Just roll the windows down a bit…”

Aidan pulled off his shirt and handed it to Zane. Once Zane took it from him, Aidan set about getting his pants undone.

Zane used Aidan’s shirt on the passenger window. Then he toed off his shoes and wiggled out of his jeans before tugging his shirt off. Zane grinned wickedly as he crawled over the seat. His dick tapped against his belly and his balls brushed over Aidan’s thigh. “Got to fix this window, too.”

Aidan wasn’t patient. He grabbed a handful of Zane’s ass and palmed his balls, too.

Zane hissed and shivered as he rolled the window down enough to stick the hem of the shirt through it.

Aidan sat up and tongued one of the delineations running down Zane’s abs. He sucked hard at one particular swell of muscle.

“Jesus…Fuck,” Zane hissed. “Damn, Aidan. I can’t think when you’re doing that! I rolled the window up on my fingers.”

Aidan left off sucking when he snickered despite his best effort not to.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. Meanwhile I’ll just be in pain.”

Aidan swatted Zane’s butt playfully. “If you were hurting, your dick wouldn’t be waving at me.” Even so, he held out his hand for Zane’s. “Let me see.”

Zane grunted but placed his hand in Aidan’s. “Nothing’s damaged. It was just a stupid thing for me to do.”

“Not stupid.” Aidan sucked three of Zane’s fingers into his mouth while looking up into Zane’s pretty grey eyes.

Zane’s sharply indrawn breath, the darkening of those grey eyes as his pupils expanded, the scent of pre cum leaking from his dick—all of those things were conspiring against Aidan’s claim that they’d go slow and gentle. Right now, he wanted to throw Zane down on his belly and fuck him until they both screamed.

Zane’s nostrils flared. He rolled his fingers around Aidan’s tongue. “Do it. Fuck me like you have to, like our lives depend on it.”

Aidan wasn’t given to melodrama, and normally, neither was Zane, but their need was building into something that would consume them both.

 And they were at a very crowded rest area. Damn it, he should have found a secluded spot. There was no way he’d be able to drive anywhere now.

But he—they—could do this.

Aidan squeezed Zane’s ass, digging his fingers into Zane’s crack. He pushed against Zane’s hole, feeling the hot, furled skin there.

“God, Aidan,” Zane rasped, jutting his hips.

Aidan pinched one of Zane’s nipples.

Zane yelped and hunched over him. “Please—“

Aidan pressed a finger into Zane’s hole, careful but steadily.

Zane closed his eyes and moaned.

Aidan licked between each of Zane’s fingers then turned his head, letting those spit-slicked digits slip free. “Stretch yourself for me. Give me a show.”

“Yes,” Zane got out.

Aidan helped Zane turn around, then Zane gripped the steering wheel with one hand and Aidan spread Zane’s cheeks.

Zane arched his lower back and rubbed his wet fingers over his opening.

Aidan leaned up and nipped one side of Zane’s butt.

“Aidan—“ Zane pushed two fingers into his ass.

Aidan had to hunch, but he was able to do what he wanted. He licked around the stretched ring while Zane moaned again.

Aidan alternated licking and biting at Zane’s butt while Zane stretched himself. When Zane had three fingers in and was beginning to really fuck himself on them, Aidan tugged at his wrist.

Zane withdrew his fingers.

Aidan pulled on his arm, then cupped his nape. “Suck me.”

Zane scooted into the passenger seat and Aidan held his dick at the base.

“Just get it good and wet. Don’t try to make me come.”

Not that Zane needed the directions, but it made them both happy for Aidan to give them.

Zane took him in with one eager bob of his head. The silky, wet heat was amazing. It always was. Zane was very talented at giving head, having perfected his technique long ago on Aidan.

Aidan still encouraged him to practice regularly.

Zane tongued every one of the most sensitive spots along Aidan’s length. He took the fat head into his throat and swallowed, then came back up, spit dripping down Aidan’s dick. In Aidan’s opinion, the best blow jobs were messy, with saliva all over the place. It tickled when it ran down his balls, but the pleasure was mind-boggling.

Zane sucked him another minute. He came off Aidan’s dick with a lewd noise that only turned Aidan on even more. He felt the arousal that was firing off throughout Zane’s body, too. The mate bond between them was strong and feeding their emotions and sensations back and forth between them.

Words weren’t necessary, and yet when Zane straddled his lap, his back to Aidan’s chest, both men cursed. It was almost too much, too good, and Aidan couldn’t thrust hard like he wanted to—but that was also adding to the whole experience. It felt forbidden, dirty, voyeuristic with all the vehicles nearby. Aidan liked it, and so did Zane.

Aidan took a hold of Zane at the shoulder and hip. He guided Zane down on his dick, then once the broadest part was in, he pulled Zane down with one powerful flex of muscles.

Zane gasped, those soft, rippling inner muscles going wild around Aidan’s dick.

Aidan wiggled his hips as much as he could, sinking in deeper. He was going to go insane, having to restrict himself.

Zane leaned forward, draping himself over the steering wheel as much as he could.

Aidan gave thought to the horn, but if it got hit… Well, then so be it.

He moved his other hand down to Zane’s hip then thrust up.

Zane bounced a little but quickly began moving, up and down, riding Aidan’s cock enthusiastically.

“Yes,” Zane mumbled. “Fuck me.”

“Am,” was all Aidan could manage while he jerked his hips up faster, harder. He was torn between being frustrated that he couldn’t just all-out fuck Zane, and in simply letting himself revel in what was going to be a long, drawn-out fuck.

There was no need for it to be fast and hard. This, the slower, deeper sex, it was pretty damned amazing, too.

Zane made the sweetest panting sounds mixed with the occasional mewl-whine. He shook and wiggled, and Aidan enjoyed the hell out of it. Zane’s broad shoulders, the expanse of his back, the flex of muscles and the beads of sweat on his skin were all beautiful things to see and memorize.

Then there was the gripping heat of his body around Aidan’s cock, the shove of his buttocks against Aidan’s groin, the press of his balls to Aidan’s.

Aidan’s thighs burned and his stomach muscles did too by the time his orgasm began to threaten.

“Love you,” he thought as he sat up enough to be able to reach Zane’s cock.

“Love you too,” Zane got out before keening when Aidan fisted his dick.

Wet with pre-cum, it was hard and hot. Aidan jacked him slowly while Zane squirmed and rode him faster.

The Hummer might have been bouncing. Aidan didn’t give a shit. His mind was full of Zane, the sight of him, the feel and scent and sound of him. His thoughts and pleasure tangled with Zane’s and it was breath-takingly overwhelming and perfect at the same time.

Aidan tried to keep his eyes open. He really did, but his climax blinded him, deafened him to his own roar as he came, his dick gripped so tightly that he could no longer thrust.

Zane’s shaft spurted as he climaxed, spunk hitting Aidan’s hand and who knew where else. They came together, and fed off of each other’s pleasure until their releases ebbed.

Aidan pulled Zane back to lie on him. It took some doing since they were both uncoordinated and boneless, but it happened. He wrapped his arms around Zane and kissed his neck. Tomorrow, he’d mark his mate again, let Zane do the same to him.

But tonight, they’d sleep. Aidan would hold Zane as much as he could, and maybe in a few hours, he’d take Zane again.

Who knew what kind of shitstorm they’d find in Yellowstone?

Aidan wasn’t going to worry about it. Whatever happened, he’d have Zane at his side. They’d handle it.