"Yeah, no worries." Jackson listened as Aiden poured their drinks and carried them over. He handed one to Jackson and took a sip of the other before placing in on the floor in front of the couch. "How about Real Steel? You can't beat Hugh Jackman if you ask me." Aiden said as he picked up the remote and started turning on the electronics.

  "Sounds great, and I happen to agree with you. He makes for one sexy as hell Wolverine."

  "Oh yeah." Aiden went to the small black cabinet sitting under the television and pulled out a draw. The Blu-ray Disc was selected and placed in the player, then everything was tucked back into place. Aiden headed over to the light switch by the door and hesitated. "Do you mind? I like watching movies in the dark."

  "Not at all. That's the best way to watch them." Jackson saw the man's smile as he flicked the switch and plunged them into darkness, the soft glow from the TV the only light in the room. Jackson settled back and relaxed; he took a sip of his drink and wanted to groan when Aiden sat down beside him. He wasn't so close that they were touching but close enough that Jackson could smell his alluring scent and wanted to reach out and pull the other man to him.

  Jackson flexed his hand to try and stop himself from reaching out for Aiden. He took another sip of his bourbon and felt the burn as it slid down his throat. Jackson concentrated on the screen in front of him and, before he knew it, he was wrapped up in the movie and a half hour had passed.

  "I'm going to lay down, that okay with you?" Aiden asked quietly from beside him.

  "Yeah, go for it." Jackson turned his attention back to the screen. He jumped a little when he felt pressure against his thigh. Looking down he watched as Aiden got comfortable. The man was stretched out on the couch with his head making a pillow of his thigh, his hands curled up against Jackson's leg under his mate's head.

  Jackson took a deep breath to settle his nerves. God, he had longed for this but never thought they would get there. Hesitantly, Jackson lowered his hand and ran his fingers lightly through Aiden's blond wavy curls.

  A deep sigh of what Jackson hoped was contentment rose to his ears and Jackson relaxed back into the couch, his mate happily using him for a pillow. Jackson watched the movie, never once removing his hand from his mate until the credits rolled.

  Aiden didn't stir and Jackson smiled down at his sleeping mate. The man looked so peaceful and beautiful he wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss him. Instead he gently lifted Aiden's head from his leg and scooted out from under him. Jackson stood then made his way slowly in the dark to Aiden's bedroom. The air conditioner was already on and the room was lovely and cool. Jackson turned the bedside lamp onto its lowest setting and flipped the covers back before heading out to the lounge room.

  Jackson bent down and scooped Aiden into his arms. The man fit perfectly there as he snuggled closer in against Jackson's chest. Jackson slowly made his way back to the bedroom and placed Aiden gently in bed.

  Not wanting to disturb his mate more than he needed to, Jackson carefully stripped the shirt over his mate's head and worked the jeans off Aiden's legs. As much as he would have loved to continue removing clothes from Aiden's body, he left the boxer briefs Aiden wore in place. Jackson could clearly see the outline of Aiden's flaccid cock beneath the material.

  Jackson bit back the groan in his throat at the thought of getting to look under the offending material. His eyes travelled up Aiden's nearly naked body and Jackson loved everything he saw, the soft pale skin of Aiden's tummy and the small dusty pink nipples. Jackson wanted to lean down and take them in his mouth, sucking them then biting down gently as Aiden writhed beneath him.

  Jackson closed his eyes and willed his body to behave. If he wasn't careful he would start to feel like a damn pervert standing there watching a man sleep and getting hard while doing it.

  He reached down and grabbed the covers, pulling them over Aiden, tucking the other man in.

  Jackson leant down and placed a gentle kiss on Aiden's lips. "Sleep well, my mate," he whispered.

  Straightening up, Jackson felt a soft brush of skin against his hand. He looked down to see Aiden's hand curled around his own, stopping him from moving. Jackson glanced at Aiden's face but his eyes were still closed, his face relaxed and peaceful.

  "Stay." Aiden's voice was barely more than a whisper but it had the power to stop Jackson's heart from beating. Had he heard the man correctly?

  "Aiden?" Jackson didn't dare hope that his mate wanted him.

  Aiden's eyes blinked open and he looked up at Jackson with such longing that Jackson sucked in a sharp breath. He never thought to see his mate looking at him like that. "Please, stay the night with me?" The poor man sounded so unsure that Jackson leant down and placed another quick kiss on his lips before pulling back.

  "Just let me go out and turn everything off."

  "'kay," Aiden mumbled. Jackson touched the lamp on the bedside table until it turned off then walked back out to the living room. He placed the glasses in the kitchen on the bench and turned off all the electronic equipment. Jackson checked the door to make sure it was locked then carefully made his way in the dark back to Aiden's bedroom. He stripped down to his underwear, placing his clothes over the back of a chair just to his left.

  Jackson felt around until he touched the bed and trailed his fingers along it until he reached the top. He pulled the covers back and slipped into the cool sheets. Lying back, he stared unseeing at the celling. His heart was pounding; after meeting Aiden again and realising the man was his mate and what he had put him through in their youth, Jackson never thought he would be here.

  Aiden rolled over and snuggled into Jackson's side. Jackson gently extricated his arm and wrapped it around Aiden, pulling the man closer still. Aiden placed a soft kiss on his skin then sighed deeply.

  "Sleep." The word was barely discernible and was quickly followed by a light snore.

  Jackson let the breath he had been holding out in one long exhale. He bent down and kissed Aiden's head, the man's hair smelled fantastic and Jackson hoped he got another opportunity to enjoy the scent. Content for maybe the first time in his life, Jackson held his mate close, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 10

  Aiden woke surrounded by warmth and wondered what was happening until the events of the previous night slowly came back to him. He had fallen asleep during the movie. He hadn't meant to, but he had just been so comfortable with his head in Jackson's lap and the man's hand running through his hair that he had drifted off before he knew it.

  He had woken when Jackson lifted him up to carry him to bed. Aiden hadn't let Jackson know he was awake as he wanted to see what the other man would do. When Jackson had placed him in bed and stripped him, it had taken everything in him for his body not to react to the eyes he could feel on him.

  Aiden couldn't believe how forward he'd been by asking the other man to stay but when Jackson had gently kissed him and said goodnight, Aiden couldn't help himself. His lips tingled at the touch and his mind reverberated with what Jackson had said. Mate. Did that mean what he thought it did? Did it mean the same thing as what he had read in all the romance books? He supposed there was really only one way to find out.

  Opening his eyes, Aiden realised it had to be very early as the room was still filled with darkness. Aiden raised his head from where it rested on Jackson's shoulder and looked behind him at his alarm clock. He groaned when he saw it wasn't quite five in the morning yet he was wide awake, his thoughts running rampant through his head, each and every one of them about the man currently sharing his bed.

  Jackson's arm tightened against his back and pulled him back down again. Aiden landed with a soft 'oomph' and he wanted to smack himself for his seriously uncool move. Jackson chuckled into his hair then kissed his head. In a sleepy voice, he said, "Go back to sleep, babe, it's too early."

  Babe? "Can't sleep," he said quietly.

  "I bet I could get you to go back to sleep," Jackson said lasciviously.

  Aiden could feel the blush rise in his cheeks even if it couldn't be seen in the darkness of the room. "That's not helping," he complained lightly.

  "What would help?" Jackson asked around a rather large yawn.

  "What did you mean last night?" he asked instead.

  "Last night when?"

  "When you kissed me good night and called me mate." Aiden felt Jackson stiffen beneath him for a moment before his hand started tracing imaginary patterns on his back again.

  "You heard that, did you?" Aiden nodded into Jackson's shoulder. "I thought you were asleep."

  "Nope, what did you mean?"

  Jackson seemed to think about what he was going to say for a long time before he explained. "Necromancers are just like any other paranormal creature in that we're all given a mate by fate who is said to be the other half of our soul. They complete us as no other possibly could; they ground us and help us to control the magic, beast, or hunger inside us." Aiden listened raptly to what Jackson was saying.

  "Everyone is different in how we identify our mates. For Necromancers, it's by touch."

  Aiden thought about that for a moment. "The tingling," he said.

  "Yes. That's the way we know we've met the one meant for us. That day when you stormed out of my office, I grabbed your arm to try and stop you from leaving. I knew who you were to me the instant my hand touched your skin." Jackson's voice softened to barely a whisper.

  "And then I turned around and hit you." Aiden covered his mouth, sucking in a breath. He had been angry, yes, but he couldn't imagine what he had put Jackson through with that one act.

  Jackson rolled to his side and wrapped his other arm around Aiden, pulling him close against his warm chest. "We spend our entire lives looking for our other half. In that instant, I thought I had lost mine without even knowing why. When I finally understood what I'd done, I was devastated. I don't think I'll ever be able to convey how sorry I am for everything I did to you."

  Aiden's head was spinning at everything Jackson had just said. "Why?" he asked.

  "Why what?" Jackson sounded confused.

  "You touched me in high school. Why didn't you know then who I was to you?"

  "Oh, God, I wish I had." Jackson sounded like he was holding back a sob. "But I didn't come into my powers until I reached maturity and for a necromancer, that's eighteen. The only exception to the rule that I know of is Jayden." Aiden listened as Jackson took a steadying breath. "I wish with all my heart that our past had never happened but I know that can never change. Just please don't let it get in the way of us having a future." Jackson's arms held him close and he felt a tear drop down on his cheek from above him.

  After a moment, Aiden leaned back and placed a light kiss to Jackson's soft lips. "Let's not have any more talk of the past. What's done is done; I think it's time we both forgive and move forward with our lives." Aiden could barely make it out in the dark room but the hope shining in Jackson's eyes let Aiden know he had made the right decision. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Aiden felt light and happy and carefree for the first time in god knew how long.

  Aiden leaned up again and pressed his lips once more to Jackson's. This time, however, the kiss progressed from light and tender to hot and carnal in less than a minute. Jackson's tongue traced his lower lip, asking for entry, and Aiden had no problem in allowing him inside. He parted his lips and soon their tongues were tangling in a dance as old as time.

  Jackson leaned over him and pressed him back into the mattress beneath him. Aiden had always fantasised about a larger man holding him down and having his wicked way with him and Jackson was flipping all his switches. His cock, which had been half hard with the kisses, now hardened to the point he felt like he had a steel rod in his underwear.

  He could feel all of Jackson's rippling muscles pressed against his skin and knew that six-pack abs had eventuated. Jackson broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he stared down at Aiden. His own breathing was just as laboured; he reached up and cupped Jackson's cheek, trying to tug the large man back down for more. Aiden wanted to taste again more than anything.

  "Please." He could hear the note of whining in his voice but didn't care. He wanted this. Jackson seemed to stare at him for a moment until he saw something then leant down to kiss him again.

  Aiden moaned as their lips came together again. One of Jackson's hands roamed down his body, caressing everywhere it touched. He broke the kiss and sucked in a gasp as Jackson's fingers tweaked his nipple.

  "Like that, do you, Addy?" Jackson said as he started trailing biting kisses across his jaw and down his neck. Aiden moaned and arched his neck, giving Jackson more room for what he wanted. His cock throbbed and pulsed from behind its confines, Aiden could feel the wet patch on the front of his shorts getting larger by the minute.

  Jackson bit his nipple and Aiden arched his back wanting more. Instead, the man sat back on his haunches and stared down at him.

  "Let's get these off, shall we?" he said as he reached down and hooked his fingers in the waistband of Aiden's underwear. Aiden lifted his hips and watched as Jackson worked his jocks off. Jackson stood for a minute and stripped his own underwear off before crawling back on the bed again. The man was as close to perfect as Aiden could imagine. He wondered quickly what the hell Jackson could see in someone like him, with his pale white skin and soft, slightly overweight body, but decided to push it away for another time.

  In the dark room, Aiden could make out the small brown nipples lightly surrounded with a smattering of hair, Jackson's rippling stomach muscles, and farther down Aiden's eyes nearly bulged as he took in his first look at Jackson's cock.

  Aiden swallowed audibly at the thought of having something as large and fat as Jackson's dick inside of him. Aiden watched as a pearl of pre-cum gathered at its tip before trailing down its length. His mouth watered at the idea of his tongue following behind to gather the precious liquid and savour the taste.

  He jumped a little when Jackson's hands made contact with his thighs and started to work their way up his body. All his attention had been focused on Jackson's cock and he had forgotten all else.

  "If you keep looking at me like that, I'm not going to be responsible for what I do to you." Jackson's voice had a low husky quality to it and Aiden shivered as is passed over his body.

  "Okay," he squeaked. Jackson chuckled.

  Aiden watched in utter fascination as Jackson's hand travelled down his own body to wrap around the base of his hard shaft. "See what you do to me?" he asked. "God, I don't think I've ever been this hard in my life." Aiden smiled tentatively up at Jackson, he didn't understand how Jackson thought he was so arousing but he wasn't about to argue. "Would you like a taste?" Jackson asked, his voice a guttural growl.

  Aiden nodded and yelped when his legs were grabbed and he was pulled down the bed a little. Jackson climbed over the top of him and settled with his knees on either side of Aiden's shoulders. Aiden ran his hands up the hard thighs in front of him, his fingers tangling gently in the curly leg hairs.

  Jackson placed one hand on the headboard in front of him, the other still wrapped firmly around the base of his dick as he leant forward, guiding his shaft to Aiden's mouth. "Open up Addy," he whispered.

  Aiden opened willingly; his tongue flicked out to taste the pre-cum gathering at the tip. He moaned as the flavours burst over tastebuds. His lips wrapped around the head and Aiden sucked lightly. He swirled his tongue around, making sure to flick the sensitive underside before taking Jackson farther into his mouth. Aiden felt so powerful at the noises he managed to pull from the big strong male above him.

  "Jesus, you feel like heaven, Addy," Jackson murmured before he slowly started thrusting in and out of Aiden's mouth. Aiden could feel the man's thigh muscles bunch and release under his hands. The sheer power of the man above him had Aiden close to climax without even a hand being applied to his cock. He had never felt anything so thrilling and arousing in his life.

  All of a sudden Jackson stopped and pulled back. "Fuck, you're too good at that. Much longer and you'll have me spewing down your throat." Aiden moaned at the idea of Jackson coming in his mouth and leant as far forward as he could with the other man still sitting on his chest—wanting to take Jackson's cock back into his mouth and bring him to orgasm.

  Jackson laughed and moved back. "As much as the idea turns me on, the first time I come with you, I plan to be buried balls deep inside your sweet delectable ass." Aiden groaned at the words, his ass pulsing at the thought of something so large spreading him wide. Jackson leaned down and sucked all thought from his brain with a soul-searing kiss.

  "Lube?" Jackson whispered against his lips. Aiden, not wanting to break the kiss, simply pointed in the direction of his bedside table.

  Aiden whimpered at the loss when Jackson pulled back, moved to the side of the bed, and opened the draw in his bedside table. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" Jackson asked with a grin as he turned to show Aiden the vibrator he had found. Aiden blushed furiously. "We'll have to explore this a little later," Jackson said as he put it back in the draw and came out with the lube this time.

  "I've gotta say, Addy, you're just full of surprises," Jackson murmured as he positioned himself back between Aiden's spread legs. "You would look hot as hell fucking yourself with your toy just for me. Would you do that one day?" Jackson asked as he clicked the cap of the lube open and drizzled some of the liquid on his fingers, rubbing it around and making sure they were completely coated.

  "Maybe," Aiden answered and gasped at the cold as Jackson's digits circled his puckered opening.

  "Hmmm," Jackson said seconds before he leant forward and sucked Aiden's cock into his mouth.

  "Fuck." Aiden's back bowed at the unexpected sensations currently assaulting his cock. He barely felt it when Jackson pressed into his body with one finger, gently pumping in and out. His mouth and tongue did things to his cock that caused the synapses in his brain to misfire.

  Aiden groaned when a second finger pressed inside and Jackson started to stretch him in earnest, his digits scissoring inside him. Jackson crooked one of his fingers and Aiden nearly screamed at the pleasure that assaulted his body as Jackson flicked back and forth over his prostate.

 

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