Aiden is lost. He crashed out of uni, his heart isn't in his career as a song writer, and even though he's only twenty-five, his famous artist father looms over him, creating deep ocean levels of pressure.
Jason's in his mid thirties. He's not Aiden's usual type by a long shot, deeply wounded by his husband's sudden death, and very much not looking for love.
He's also Aiden's father's bitter art world rival, but neither of them know that. It probably won't come up.
After their meet-angry, Aiden's curious and can't stop thinking about the artist, and his apparently detached attitude to life. He has to know what's going on in the mind of a man who responds to his husband's death by burning all his unsold art and works in progress, and possibly giving up his career altogether.
It's just a little curiosity. He definitely doesn't have feelings for the older man, and certainly hasn't imagined his hands on his hips, or what it might be like to wake up next to him...