shrugged as he took the pants.
“Thank you, I was just going to sleep in my underwear.” He said as he went back into the bathroom and shut the door.
The sight of the corded muscles of Aiden’s shoulders and his long, lean, tattooed back made hard, harder. Lane shut his eyes and moaned softly as he pictured Aiden stretched out on the bed in his underwear. The door opened and Aiden came out wearing Lane’s pajama pants and things only got worse for Lane. They hung low on Aiden’s hips and Lane’s fingers tingled as the urge to pull the cord and let them fall crashed into him. Lane fisted his hands and forced his feet to take a step back. Aiden’s eyes narrowed as he watched Lane retreat.
“You want to have sex with me but you won’t. Why?” He asked as he took a step toward Lane. “Is it because you’re turned off by my personality and the way I eat?” Aiden’s eyes clung to Lane’s face as he waited. Lane shook his head as he struggled for an explanation. Aiden was partially right but Lane didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“Not really, though I’m having a hard time making sense of all of that. It’s more a professional issue. I can’t figure out if you’re a coworker or if this is sort of like a witness protection situation. Either way, if you were my coworker, like a partner, you’d be off limit's. If I was assigned to protect you, you would be off limit's. I don’t want to complicate things for Clark’s case either.” Lane explained. Aiden seemed to relax and he nodded.
“That’s too bad. I think it would be really good.” He said as he stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “I’m versatile and I sleep better after I get laid.” Aiden pulled the duvet back and sat on the bed. Lane’s lips pulled into an O and he exhaled loudly.
“What?” He whispered. “Versatile?” Lane asked stupidly as Aiden leaned back on his elbows and smiled at Lane. He struggled to stay with the conversation and on his feet as his eyes roamed over Aiden’s chest and the small patch of hair between his pecs. They slid down the washboard stomach and lower, over the thin trail of dark hair that drew Lane’s eyes and imagination to the large bulge in the front of Aiden’s pants.
“I switch, I’m open to just about anything.” Aiden smiled and Lane felt heat rising up his neck.
“Oh. Good.” He hated that his voice broke as he stepped into the hall. “Well… I’m going to clean up and go to bed.” Lane cringed and wondered if he was the one with a disorder. Aiden nodded as he watched Lane go.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” He asked. Lane hesitated. He hated that he hesitated.
“Goodnight, Aiden.” He said before he rushed down the stairs and went straight for the fridge. He scowled when his hand shook as he grabbed another beer.
Lane pushed his hand through his hair as he leaned against the fridge and took a long drink, draining half the bottle. He was starting to get the feeling that he had been a bit naive and a little arrogant in assuming that Aiden was innocent and that Lane was the more experienced of the two. Lane shook his head in disbelief as he went to the sink and started rinsing their dishes. He definitely needed to reevaluate the situation and do some research.
Asperger syndrome or ASD effects males more than females. Symptoms and severity of symptoms are not consistent for every person with ASD, common characteristics include:
•Average or above-average intelligence
•Difficulties with high-level language skills such as verbal reasoning, problem solving, making inferences and predictions
•Difficulty empathizing with others
•Problems with understanding another person’s point of view
•Difficulties engaging in social routines such as conversations and ‘small talk’
•Problems with controlling feelings such as anger, depression and anxiety
•A preference for routines and schedules which can result in stress or anxiety if a routine is
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