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has a son at Northwestern that’s gay. He came to me for a lot of advice when his son first came out.” He explained and Aiden smiled.
    “That’s good. I didn’t want my staying with you to cause you any problems.” Aiden said. Lane’s eyes narrowed as he considered Aiden.
    “I looked up Asperger’s last night.” He said softly and Aiden’s head tilted as he watched Lane. “For the most part, you sound normal when you talk and you seem more empathetic than most people with your disorder.” Lane watched as a smile filled Aiden’s face. Lane felt it warming him as Aiden leaned close, as if he was going to share a secret.
    “Characters.” He whispered and Lane frowned in confusion.
    “Characters?” Lane repeated and Aiden nodded.
    “I have characters that I use for different situations. If I pretend I’m someone else, I don’t have to worry that I’ll say or do the wrong thing. Its like acting. I got to use a new character while Cabbot was here. I call him Mr. Morning After. He’s flirty and affectionate because he had a great time last night and is hoping for a second round, maybe shower sex.” Aiden’s voice was low and smooth and he winked. Lane exhaled loudly as he felt heat wash over him.
    “Shower sex.” He whispered for no good reason and Aiden nodded.
    “Mr. Morning After is a big fan of shower sex.” His eyes were heavy as they met Lane’s.
    “I should clean all of this up.” Lane said loudly as he jumped to his feet and collected their plates. He barely touched his food but his appetite was gone. For pancakes, at least. He turned the water on and reached for the spray to rinse their plates and jumped when Aiden’s arms slid around his waist. Lane bit his lip and groaned when he felt Aiden’s lips brush his ear.
    “We should take a shower so I can thank you for breakfast.” The words were hot and damp against Lane’s skin. He grabbed the edge of the counter when he felt Aiden’s teeth graze his neck, causing Lane's knees to turn to water. Holy shit.
    “No more Mr. Morning After, Aiden.” Lane ordered weakly. Aiden’s lips slid up Lane’s neck as he inhaled deeply.
    “You smell so good. Are you sure?” Aiden growled softly as he nipped Lane’s ear. Lane nodded weakly.
    “I’m sure.” He whispered.
    “All right.” Aiden said as he released Lane and stepped away. “I’m going to get dressed.”
    By the time Lane could take two deep breaths to steady himself, Aiden was gone.
    “What the hell is wrong with me?” Lane whispered to himself. Why wasn’t he in the shower with Aiden, running his hands all over Aiden’s hard, sleek body? Why wasn’t he begging Aiden to fuck his brains out right now? Lane looked at the sink and it was as if he could see his resolve going down the drain with water bloated bit's of pancake. “Because you don’t know if a man like Aiden can do casual sex and if getting involved with him is going to have professional repercussions.” Lane argued. He frowned, only a small part of his brain and body believed him. “Coward.” He grumbled as he turned his attention to cleaning the kitchen.

Chapter 5
     
    Maybe I could get a place. I forgot how good it feels to sleep in a bed, Aiden thought as he ripped the tags off a t-shirt and pulled it over his head. After it's over. If it ever ends, he frowned as he pulled a pair of jeans on. After three years, he was exhausted with it. His thoughts had been dark lately. His mind would drift and he’d imagine giving up and coming out into the open, letting it happen. But the bed felt good. Having that every night could be worth holding on for.
    Coming downstairs after he woke up had been almost heaven. If Cabbot hadn’t been there, it would have been perfect. Aiden had never had a morning after. No one had ever made him breakfast. And it was pancakes. He could live for pancakes alone. Aiden said the character was Mr. Morning After. That was a lie. In his head, Aiden was pretending he was Mr. Every Morning.