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roasted them with sea salt. Aiden cut the sides off of one cube and chewed it. He shook his head faintly and tuned his plate and stared at the salad for a few moments before pulling out a slice of cucumber. He ate it slowly then pushed his plate away and quickly drank his glass of water.
    “Thank you for dinner.” Aiden said as he sat back in his chair. Lane’s eyes felt dry, he was sure he hadn’t blinked the entire time Aiden operated on his meal.
    “How was it?” He asked perversely. Aiden shrugged.
    “I don’t know. Good?” His eyes flicked to Lane’s and they were uncertain before they returned to his plate. Lane’s mouth fell open.
    “How do you not know?” He asked loudly. Aiden stared at his plate for several moments before he took a deep breath and looked at Lane. Lane already felt like an ass before Aiden even opened his mouth.
    “It’s sort of like my brain and mouth can’t process something if it’s not what I’m used to. I know what a McNugget tastes like. Or french fries. If I eat something I’m not used to, it’s just becomes a mechanical process. It’s like my brain sorts it into the generic category of Food and I can’t really taste it.” Aiden explained and Lane could only blink back at him. “And I don’t like sauces and condiments. Can I take a shower now?” He asked. Lane nodded but his eyes remained on Aiden’s plate as he left.
    Lane quickly ate and took their plates to the kitchen. He was wondering if Aiden’s eating habit's could be considered an eating disorder and if it was typical for people with Asperger’s syndrome when he realized that Aiden hadn’t purchased anything to sleep in. Aiden thought he’d be sleeping in a public space and intended to stay in his clothes. Lane thought Aiden might appreciate some pajama pants and it would make Lane feel a little better about how insensitive he behaved during dinner.
    Lane went upstairs and grabbed a pair of flannel pajama pants. He turned up the thermostat in the hall and leaned into Aiden’s room. The bedroom door was open but the bathroom door was shut. He was about to toss the pants on the bed when the bathroom door opened and Aiden stepped out with a towel around his waist. Lane’s mouth became dry and his throat closed. Mother. Of. God. Lane leaned against the door frame for support as his eyes traveled over Aiden’s body. Boom. Hard-on. Lane stifled a groan as his entire body tightened. Aiden’s body was perfect. He was sleek, every muscle was defined and despite his bizarre diet, Aiden didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. But it was the tattoos. They’d all been hidden by his street clothes, but most of Aiden’s chest, back and arms were covered in ink. Lane didn’t realize he was so into tattoos… He wanted to trace every single one of them with his tongue. And Aiden had a lot of tattoos. Lane knew he had a weakness for a defined Adonis belt. Heat flooded Lane’s groin as his eyes swept down the V shaped muscle to a peek of dark curls revealed by the towel draped low around Aiden’s hips.
    “Lane?” Aiden’s voice was soft and warm but it cut through the fog and Lane forced his eyes up to Aiden’s.
    “Yeah?” His voice came out hoarse and deep as he struggled to get his brain to work. Aiden’s brows pulled together as he stared at Lane.
    “I’m not very good at responding to nonverbal cues. You look like you want to have sex with me but I’m not sure if you actually intend to or if you’re here for a different reason.” Aiden admitted as he leaned against the wall. Lane took a deep breath and shook his head weakly.
    “No. No sex, Aiden.” Lane rasped as he held up the pants. Like a moron. Aiden’s head tilted as he stepped forward and Lane thought he saw a flash of disappointment. “You didn’t buy anything to sleep in and it gets cold. I thought you might want to borrow these.” He watched as Aiden reached for the pants. Aiden's fingers brushed his and Lane suppressed a shiver. Aiden