A iden was going crazy. He'd taken to driving by
The Royal Academy at eight thirty in the
morning and three o'clock in the afternoon, like some
kind of pervert, hoping to catch sight of Liam. But the
boy remained elusive to his sight. Twice he'd see
Dakota and more times than he cared to, he'd seen
Brad Chambers, who always sent a glare in his
direction, but never Liam.
Everyone else in his world of family and friends
had seen the boy. Daniel bitched that he was always in
the diner. Vanessa and Rosalie told stories of Liam's
artistic abilities as well as sang his praises as a
babysitter. Even Evan had run across the boy in
Bulge. Aiden was reaching a point of desperation,
something that was completely foreign to his nature. If
he didn't know better, he'd swear that the kid had put
a spell over him.
Finally unable to resist, Aiden dialed the number
of Liam's cell phone. It was seven on a Saturday night
and while Aiden would go out later, now was that
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quiet time when he found himself at a loss for
something to do. Oh he could check his email, or surf
the net, read something, or channel surf, but nothing
appealed; when all he could see was flashing blue and
violet eyes and all he could feel were fingers tingling
with electricity tracing circles on his skin. Liam's cell
number hadn't been an easy one to get. But the week
before he'd seen it on a piece of paper on Vanessa's
fridge. She used it to call him for babysitting duties.
Aiden didn't have to look for the number, he
knew it by heart. The phone rang once, twice and then
Liam said. "It's about damn time Mac Ruaidhri." And
Aiden could hear the laugh in his voice.
"Witch boy, what are you up to?" Aiden drawled,
he could feel the tightening his groin at the sound of
Liam's voice.
"Nothing special." Liam grinned to himself.
"I can fix that." Aiden couldn't stop grinning.
"I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes."
"Tell you what, why don't I just drive to your
apartment. That way I'll have my car and I won't have
to listen to my mother when she sees you."
"You have a car?" Aiden asked. "Why didn't
someone tell me?"
"Did you ask?" Liam laughed. "I bet you've been
your usual silent self."
"Shut up and come over here." Aiden wanted
Liam in his arms, not on the phone. Now that he had
his number, there was a lot of time for phone sex. For
now, he needed to hold him.
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When Aiden had called, Liam had only been a
block away from the loft. He was going to surprise the
stubborn man. That Aiden had broken first, was great
as far as Liam was concerned.
Liam let himself into Aiden's building. He took
the stairs two at a time and then let himself into the
loft. "Hey." He grinned at Aiden's startled look. "You
did invite me over."
"What did you do, fly on your broom?" Aiden
shook his head.
"I was driving near here. It didn't take long." He
shrugged out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes.
The shoes and jacket disappeared into the closet by
the door.
"Make yourself at home." Aiden laughed. "Want
to watch a movie?"
"Maybe after we've made love." Liam began to
remove his shirt.
"Fucked Liam, we're gay, we fuck." Aiden said
the words slowly and carefully. But he said them
without the usual force behind the words.
"Okay, fuck. I don't care what you call it to get
you through the day. I'm horny and I'm seventeen, did
you really think I wanted to watch a movie?" Liam
laughed, wiggled his ass and disappeared into Aiden's
bedroom.
"You have done something, haven't you?" Aiden
asked as he followed the boy up the three stairs.
"I've attended school, babysat for Shay, worked
on a project or ten, hung out at the diner and generally
lived my life Aiden. It's something I do and have done
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for almost eighteen years. Oddly enough I've done
most of it without any contact with you." The rest of
his clothes were on the floor and he now lay in
ethereal whiteness on shadowed grey velvet, lit by
twinkling blue lights. "Now stop thinking so hard and
come and join me. I'm ready for lesson two in how to
be the best homosexual I can be." He grinned up at
Aiden, his smile lighting up the room and dispelling
any shadows that might have lingered in the corners.
"You're driving me crazy." Aiden admitted. He
felt a shiver of cold air wash over him and he looked
down, he was standing naked in the room, his clothing
neatly folded on a chair. Aiden looked from his
clothing to Liam's, which littered the floor. "Why did
you fold my stuff?"
"'Cause I knew you'd freaken well would do it
yourself instead of coming to bed. It saves time."
Liam stroked his hard cock suggestively.
"Let me get the lights." Aiden said, but before the
words were out of his mouth, all the lights, with the
exception of blue flashes, were out.
"Anything else? You want a drink of water?
Perhaps a cookie?" Liam asked. "Will you get on the
damn bed."
"I'm the one in charge here." Aiden said as he
moved to the bed. "Not you. It's my place." As soon
as he said the words he found himself wound up in
Liam's legs in a small single bed, in a room decorated
with posters from art shows, the desk littered with
books and a glowing computer screen with Aiden
himself as the screen saver.
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"Now you're in my bed." Liam whispered. "But it
would be a lot more fun if we were in yours. After all,
my mom is just two doors down, not to mention my
little sister is in the room beside us."
"Freak, get me back to the loft." Aiden looked
around as if expecting the two women to walk in any
moment. Momentarily startled by a bright turquoise
and white stuffed cat with twinkling eyes, he took a
breath and then found himself back in the loft
bedroom. "Showing off your magic is considered bad
form." He huffed. "You don't see me doing shit like
that."
"Considering you're supposed to be my equal in
the magic department according to the stats in the high
council library, you're not very good at it." Liam
wiggled until he was straddling Aiden. "But I don't
mind teaching stuff. We'll trade."
"I can do as much or more than you witch boy.
I'm just not interested in that shit. I never have been.
I've seen what it can do; my father and mother are
perfect examples of power corrupting. I don't need
that kind of shit in my life."
"It's only bad if you let it be bad. I mean you
have to know moderation." Liam explained. "You
have to have moderation in everything you do with
your life, from drinking, smoking, bad language and
yes, magic. Anybody with an ounce of brains can tell
you that. I never use my magic to hurt anybody even
when I would dearly love to. For instance, your friend
Danny would make an awesome wallaby or
something. And that fucking Brad Chambers, five-
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day-old road kill would be too good for him though I
haven't actually entirely dismissed that idea."
"Shut up witch boy and show me some magic that
I can relate to. Like perhaps it's time to see what kind
of a blow job you can do."
"Hmmmm, sounds like a plan." Liam moved
lower until he was between Aiden's legs. "I'll even
leave out the magic and do it the old fashioned way,
after all I wouldn't want to spoil you so early in our
relationship."
"I don't do relationships." Aiden muttered before
he lost the use of his voice when Liam's mouth began
to work on his cock. Who knew your voice was
connected to your cock was all he could think of
before other sensations took over his mind.
