Chapter 21
Mike had settled into his role as a superhero. He loved everything about it—the excitement, working with a team, helping people. He’d even fully embraced using his powers. Work was fine. And his time fighting with Aiden was amazing. The two of them were often teamed with Frost. They’d established a rhythm that had them finding quick success on their missions. After a patrol they’d usually go back to Aiden’s to eat and relax while they did their reports. Frost had dubbed them the Hot Pocket Trio. Mike liked the name, even though he’d convinced them both to add veggies and protein to their post-patrol snack menu.
And of course, he was exploring his sexual relationship with Aiden. The more his pretty, raven-haired Dom bossed him around, the more he loved it. It was freeing, to give up control to Aiden and let him tell him what to do to make him feel good. He loved following Aiden’s orders and eagerly waited for the affection and praise he received after pleasing his lover.
Mike enjoyed their quiet times together too. Like now, where they were post battle, post shower, and post sex. He sat on the floor in a loose, long-sleeved tee and sweats. Aiden sprawled on the bed on his stomach, clad in a pair of little blue shorts, the athletic kind with white piping on the hem and up the sides. His ass looked amazing and plump in them Mike wanted to take a bite out of it.
“I can’t believe that I am still riled up.”
Mike dragged his gaze away from his Dom’s ass before he answered. “So am I. Fighting a villain with hundreds of killer drones as their weapon of choice really gets the blood pumping.”
Aiden laughed. “I don’t think it was hundreds, but yeah. That was an extremely stimulating fight.” He paused, rolling over to hang off the side of the bed. “You know what we can do to calm down and take the edge off?”
“What?”
“We can smoke a joint. Have you ever smoked before?”
“Yeah.”
“Soldiers get high?”
Mike snorted a laugh. “You have no idea.”
“Okay, then. Let’s do it.”
Aiden got up and went to the armoire in the corner, opened the top drawer, and took out a small box. He brought it back to the bed and sat down cross-legged on the mattress. The box was one of those old school pencil cases, with an attached flip open lid. This one was brightly colored, with unicorns and candy-colored tigers cavorting amongst pink clouds.
“Classy,” Mike teased.
“Nothing wrong with a bit of whimsy,” Aiden said as he flipped up the lid. Inside the box were several baggies of weed with colored labels, rolling papers, and a lighter. “My favorite smokehouse in the Playground has an excellent selection.” He chose the baggie with a light purple label. “This one gives a nice, mellow high and it’s got a great scent too.”
Mike watched as Aiden’s elegant fingers prepared and rolled the blunt. He passed it and the lighter to Mike once it was ready. It had been a while since he’d smoked, but Mike lit up and took the first inhale without any trouble.
“Look at you, you’re a pro.”
He held the smoke in for a moment, then blew it out in a long stream. A pleasant scent started to fill the room. Mike looked at the blunt in surprise. “It smells like... lavender? How did they do that?” he asked as he passed it to Aiden.
“No idea. I just buy and enjoy.” He brought the joint up to his mouth, plush, pink lips wrapping around it as he drew in the smoke.
Aiden moved slightly to sit directly behind Mike on the bed, his legs dangling on either side of his shoulders. It was a perfect position. One, Mike got to be at Aiden’s feet—a place that he’d surprisingly really come to love. Two, it was easy to pass the blunt they were sharing back and forth. And three, his lover’s long, toned limbs were within easy reach for him to caress.
“You have such nice legs,” he said as he stroked his fingertips up and down the front of Aiden’s calf.
“You can thank years of dance for that.”
“Thank you dance,” Mike whispered as he pressed a kiss to the leg brushing against his right arm.
Aiden giggled. “I didn’t mean literally.”
Mike simply smiled. He was already starting to feel nice and loose. “How did you get into domming?” he asked as he took the blunt back for another hit.
“One of my first jobs in the red-light district was as a dancer in a BDSM themed club. But the real good money there was in professional domming. So, I took the training and started getting paid to tell guys to lick my boots. It wasn’t long before I realized how much I liked bossing men around. I thought it might be something I wanted in my personal life and not just for work. I gave it a try with a willing partner and that’s when I knew I fucking loved domming.”
“You’re good at it.”
Aiden tipped his head back and blew out a thick plume of smoke. “Thanks. I’ve had lots of practice.” He smiled at Mike through the haze. “Does that bother you?”
Mike turned his head and kissed the inside of Aiden’s calf. “Nope. I’m glad that you can use that experience on me.”