Aiden Lewis

28.5.3. A moment of heightened emotions

Co-written with sexyinscrubs
[Follows a few weeks after THIS]

Pat flexed and unflexed his hands around the steering wheel of his car and sighed as he he pulled up for the red light at a busy intersection. He wet his lips and glanced at Aiden sitting in the passenger's seat. "Are you serious? You want to do this now?" he asked calmly. "Right now? It can't wait until we get home?" He fought the urge to light up a cigarette, even if that was what his first reaction was. He did know sooner or later they would reach this point, but it was just something he wasn't sure he was ready to face yet.

( “Home?” Aiden returned with a small snort and shake of his head... )


Word Count | 1,246

22.6.6. TEN things that make you tired

1. Babysitting
2. Overtime
3. Stupid fucking flu
4. Commuting to New York every day
5. Late night phone calls
6. Marathon sex
7. Arguing with clients
8. Waiting in the line at Starbucks during the lunch hour
9. Red eye business flights
10. Karaoke nights

14.1.6. “When love is not madness, it is not love.” - Jacques Prévert

Co-written with sexyinscrubs

“Stop it,” Pat warned breathlessly, turning his head to shoot Aiden a weak glare. “I can hear you working up to an optimistic pep talk and I don’t want to hear it. I’m sore, I’m tired, I’m sweaty. As much as you’re my favourite cheerleader, darling, just no. It’s our first Valentine’s Day and I’m extremely unsexy and cranky. It’s a miracle I’m not crying right now and I’m warning you, there is a distinct chance I might vomit on you, so I just really don’t want optimism right now.” This was his fifth day of intense physiotherapy and it was one of the worst. He was gradually regaining the use of his legs, but the work he was doing to get that far was draining and exhausting. He could walk short distances now with assistance and currently that assistance was his partner, Aiden. Pat’s head was pounding from exertion and he really was everything he just listed and more. The biggest, most-hard to swallow issue was Valentine’s Day. This was their first together and this was how they were spending it… stuck in the hospital trying to keep him on his feet so he could fight through the latest MS attack. This was one of his worst ever and it was getting him down more than he could possibly explain. He was sick of hospitals and he was sick of being sick. He just wanted to finally go to their new home and just be a normal couple with Aiden. It wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

( Aiden couldn’t help but laugh softly as he wiped Pat’s face with a damp cloth... )


Word Count | 931

9.1.6. “Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.” - Erica Jong

Co-written with Evie Miller [imnodoctor]

[Follows THIS and is simultaneous to THIS]

Evie tried not to feel weird about being the one to 'collect' Aiden. She shouldn't feel weird about it. He was Pat's boyfriend, she was Riley's girlfriend and they more than shared the same circle of friends now. Still, it felt strange. She'd come to New York to be with Riley, and here she was chasing up Pat's wayward lover. If she were honest though, maybe she was the best one to do it. It wasn't like she didn't understand what he was going through. She just seemed to deal with it differently. In all their time together, Evie hadn't even once run away from Riley after he'd been cranky with her. Maybe because she knew it wasn't really her he was cranky with.

Evie stepped into the coffee shop, and pushed her blonde hair out of her face as she looked around for Aiden. Her blue eyes stopped at a table where a guy was hunched over his coffee cup, a laptop lying closed beside him. He seemed to be having a stare off with the invisible person across from him. Evie walked up to the table and dropped down into one of the empty chairs, careful not to disturb his line of staring.

( After a moment she cleared her throat softly. “Hey.” )

All muses referenced with permission


Muse | Aiden Lewis (with Evie Miller)
Word Count | 2,951

6.8.6. PICTURE: Sick in bed

Co-written with sexyinscrubs

It started with a tickle in his throat during his afternoon meeting with a new client. A few slight coughs and reaching for the water jug more often than he normally would. By the time he made it home that evening, he had a raging headache and was so tired, he found himself yearning for his warm bed on the elevator ride up to his apartment. Dinner was nothing more than a cup of tea followed by ten minutes of Law & Order on television before he gave up fighting the lethargy and crawled into bed at just before seven thirty, sleep claiming him almost immediately.

It was the phone ringing that woke him and as he made a blind fumble to answer it, peering at the clock as it did. It took him a few moments to realise it was eight am, not eight at night. He had slept more than twelve hours straight; a feat for someone who rarely went beyond seven hours a night. The reach for the phone alerted him to the fact his muscles were aching, but it was when he answered and his name came out in a painful croak through a swollen sore throat that he realised he was sick.

“Aiden?”

( Aiden knew the voice and accent, and despite feeling like utter crap, a smile appeared on his lips... )


Word Count | 567