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Aidan gave an ugly snort. “Really? You’re the one who wanted me gone. You’re the one who’s wanted me gone this whole damn time. Now you’ve chased me down the street after trying to run me into the ground repeatedly. What the fuck am I supposed to think, Sean?”

“That’s not what this...just listen to me,” Sean said, struggling.

Aidan’s eyes flashed, nostrils flaring. “Or what? You’ll run me through the Gauntlet carrying two people’s equipment? You’ll make me do push-ups until my arms fall off? You’ll get pissed off and hit me over another accident? What?”

Sean’s control weakened, his temper boiling to the surface, and he surged forward. Taking hold of Aidan’s shirt collar, he shoved the man back, slamming him against the wall. Aidan grunted, holding his hands against the wall and keeping them there as he stared back at Sean.

“Not like that, huh?” Aidan asked in a low voice.

“It’s...not.”

Aidan tilted his head back, exposing the side of his neck as he looked up at Sean with arrogant disbelief. Sean had accidentally popped a couple of the top buttons on Aidan’s shirt when he shoved him, exposing the sun-kissed skin beneath and the muscles that rose and fell with every heavy breath. Sean had seen Aidan’s naked body covered in water before, but somehow, the sight of his partially exposed chest and the stretch of his neck was even more arousing.

“It’s not,” Sean repeated.

He was hard, so hard he could feel his cock straining against the front of his jeans and pressing against Aidan’s hips. Sean could smell the scent of cologne coming off Aidan, something a little spicy but infinitely rich, and Sean drew in the erotic scent with a deep breath. Aidan shifted his body, eyes widening as he moved his hips forward, feeling Sean’s cock.

“Oh shit, are you…” Aidan began, licking his bottom lip unconsciously.

Sean froze, even as his brain screamed that he needed to get away. He needed to let go of Aidan, walk away, and pretend it never happened. He needed to walk back into the bar, finish his drink, and maybe order enough to forget anything like this had ever happened. Then he could pass out back at his apartment, waking up the next day and going on with his life as though he had never pinned Aidan against the brick wall of a bar and got turned on.

Instead, he yanked Aidan toward him and kissed him hard.

AIDAN

Aidan had braced himself for another shove, knocking his head against the wall and stunning him. He’d been ready for a punch aimed at his jaw, maybe even in an attempt to knock him out. Aidan had even considered the possibility that Sean might try to knee him in the gut, taking the wind from his sails before following up with something else.

But he hadn’t been expecting the kiss.

He went rigid as Sean’s mouth crashed against his, the man’s strong fingers curling even tighter against his chest as he held him. Aidan stood there, unable to move, as he felt Sean’s body tense against him, his lips fierce and demanding. In one moment of clarity, he could feel Sean’s cock pressing against him, raging hard, thick, and demanding attention. And during it all, pure shock kept him utterly still.

And then Sean pushed him away, breaking the kiss with a gasp as he stumbled a step back. Aidan barely noticed his head thumping softly against the wall, catching himself before he fell. He looked around the dim space that made up the alley, absently wondering how they managed to keep the place so clean.

“That...that shouldn’t have happened,” Sean sputtered, hands clenched.

Aidan turned his gaze up to him, eyes wide. “You...kissed me.”

Sean stiffened. “Look. Just...let’s pretend it didn’t happen.”

Aidan’s heart pounded, and he knew there was a great deal of sense to what Sean was offering. Neither of them could afford to do something as stupid as making out in the shadows of a bar. All things considered, Aidan knew better than to get involved with someone, especially someone technically his superior. He’d already been screwed over because someone hadwantedto fuck him. The idea of actually fucking someone, especially someone who so adamantly despised him in the way Sean did, was the worst idea Aidan thought he’d ever had.

Aidan advanced on Sean, shoving him against the wall behind them. “Fuck that.”

Not sure if he was talking to Sean or himself, Aidan gripped Sean by the collar and yanked him into another kiss. This time, he made sure to press forward, parting his lips to taste the liquor on Sean’s tongue. The other man gave a startled grunt, but his hands closed around Sean’s waist, gripping him tight.

Before Aidan knew what was happening, he felt himself swung around and slammed against the wall again. Pain flared in his back as Sean shoved him hard, but the sound that escaped his lips was a low groan of pleasure. Not to be outdone, Aidan reached out, curling his fingers in Sean’s hair, which was just long enough to get hold of, and yanked him down into a renewed kiss.

Sean gasped, shoving his hips against Aidan, pinning him to the wall completely. Aidan’s head spun as he felt Sean’s cock press against his hips firmly, somehow harder than it had before. All thoughts of how bad an idea it was were gone from Aidan’s head as he shoved his hand between them, cupping Sean’s cock and giving it a squeeze.

“Fuck,” Sean groaned, shoving against Aidan’s hand.

“That’s the idea,” Aidan shot back, nipping at Sean’s bottom lip.

Sean jerked his head back. “The fuck, how?”

Aidan chuckled, finding the button to Sean’s jeans and undoing it with a flick of his wrist. Freeing his other hand from Sean’s hair, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two foil packets. Aidan held them up, spreading them apart so even in the dim light, Sean could see that one was a condom and the other a packet of lube.

“I told you I was out trying to get laid,” Aidan said, shoving his hand down the front of Sean’s pants and wrapping his fingers around the man’s cock.