New Players In The Pattern

[Aiden Finnegan]

Aiden was feeling hot and bothered. His pulse pounded and his pants grew tighter as Sage rolled him onto the ground. It’s not that he liked things ‘rough,’ but there was something… primal… about tumbling around with one’s lover. Throw in a bite here or there and you were in business. The fireballs swirled overhead at an alarming pace. Aiden barely noticed as Sage asked about his head and pressed hard against his groin.

                “Well, I’ve never had any complaints,” Aiden replied cheekily. He loved using that line. He giggled a bit and said, “But seriously. My cranium is perfectly fine.”

                Glancing up at the fairy fire, Aiden laughed uneasily, “You know I can’t… I was trying the whole time you were rooting around for treats upstairs… Nox never told you how he manages it? I mean… Maybe taking our time would help. I could at least keep half an eye on them… Or I’ll try to,” Sage ripped Aiden’s pants off, leaving him clad in his red plaid boxer briefs; his body responded appropriately to the move. The fireballs twirled and danced, almost forming an obscene shape. Almost. They started to dip a little, but not alarmingly so.

                “I – uh – Y-yeah. I can handle it,” Aiden stammered out, half sitting up to rip his own shirt off. “They’ve never harmed me… And if they protected me in that simulation… Well. Fuck it.”