Clark always been this sleazy? His eyes were hard as they met Lane’s. “So… What? You decided to get back at me by screwing my expert witness?” He said. Lane laughed softly as he turned a piece of bacon.
“You should have thought about that before you pimped me out, Clark.” Lane gave him a knowing grin and Clark frowned.
“I promise you, I didn’t know he was gay. If I had, I wouldn’t have sent you. Why would I throw you at someone else when I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to get you to meet with me?” His eyes were insistent as they searched Lane’s. Lane shrugged.
“Fine. You didn’t know. But we both know you wanted to tie up my weekend. You didn’t want me to have enough time for anyone else.” Lane dared Clark to argue. Clark pushed his hands through his hair and sighed.
“Look, I just thought that if we could talk, everything would be fine but you won’t return my calls and…” Lane cut him off.
“You don’t have any control over me, Clark. And I’m just not interested anymore.” Lane said and Clark shook his head.
“This is just your conscience, because of the baby. If you just gave it a little time, you’d see that it’s not that big of a deal and things were good the way they were.” He argued. Lane couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“Good? For who?” He asked incredulously as he stared at Clark. He’s in some serious denial, Lane realized. “I don’t need any time. I’m through, Clark.” He promised and he felt a swell of anger when Clark shook his head again.
“Just stop. We can talk about this later.” Clark said as he waved dismissively. “I came to make sure you don’t fuck things up with my star witness. If he doesn’t testify because you pissed him off, Jeffries may not get the death penalty.” Clark held Lane’s gaze.
“I promise you, Lane has been a very generous host.” Both Clark and Lane turned toward the stairs and watched as Aiden lazily tied the strings of his pajama pants and offered Clark a drowsy grin. He was still shirtless and had perfect bed hair. Despite his irritation with Clark, Lane was temporarily mesmerized by the way the muscles of Aiden’s stomach bunched and stretched as he offered Clark his hand.
“You must be Clark Cabbot.” He said brightly. Clark’s eyes were wide and his face had a pink tint when he eventually accepted Aiden’s hand.
“You’re Dr. Sharp?” His voice broke and Lane sucked his lips in to keep from laughing. Aiden nodded.
“Yes, but call me Aiden. I don’t like when people call me Dr. Sharp.” He said. Clark blinked stupidly at Aiden.
“Ok.” His eyes flicked to Lane’s and he frowned before he looked back at Aiden. “I just stopped by to make sure you got in all right.” Clark lied. Aiden offered him a wide smile.
“Yup. Had an uneventful trip and Lane has made me feel very welcomed.” Aiden winked jauntily at Clark as he walked past him and came around the counter. He slid behind Lane and looked over his shoulder into the pan. “Looks like he’s going to spoil me.” Aiden teased as his hand closed over Lane’s hip and he rubbed his cheek against Lane’s. Lane saw Clark’s eyes flare but he was more distracted by his now urgent erection and the wall of heat behind him. He cleared his throat.
“Did you sleep well?” Lane asked and tried to look competent as he pulled the bacon from the pan while Aiden was pressed against his back. He heard a soft chuckle and goosebumps spilled down his back.
“I slept like a rock. I was exhausted.” Aiden replied and Lane was sure he could hear Aiden winking at Clark. He felt Aiden’s hand slide around his waist and brush across his stomach. Lane couldn’t stop his eyes from closing but he successfully swallowed the soft moan that tickled his throat. Oh, that’s really nice, Lane decided and opened his eyes. Aiden’s head swung to Lane’s other shoulder and he pressed a quick kiss to Lane’s neck. “You smell really good.”