Lance noticed his stare and surprise lit his
cornflower blue eyes, then a naughty smile curled his full lips and he made a
bee line for Ashton.
"Hey beautiful. Saved you some hot
water," he drawled, gaze traveling leisurely over Ashton's body. He
stepped closer and leaned in to nibble Ashton's ear. "We could have
showered together if you want to conserve water."
Ashton pushed him back with a laugh, though his
heart fluttered at how fucking good Lance smelled. But starting an affair with
his mercurial roommate was not a good idea, on a million levels.
"I can manage the water bill just fine,
honey," he quipped, distracted by a pale nipple on his friend's sculpted
chest. Lance didn't do body art, but Ashton could picture a tiny silver hoop
through the pink flesh. Breathless, he touched the small nub and watched in awe
as it hardened under his fingernail.
Lance's soft moan recalled him and he snatched his
hand away, his gaze sweeping up to meet blue eyes full of interest. As if he
couldn't help it, Lance pressed a kiss to Ashton's forehead. Ashton felt the
quick beat of Lance's heart when the man pushed against him, the hard length of
Lance's prick against his hip. "Why won't you fuck me?" Lance
murmured, raining light kisses on Ashton's cheeks. "You've wanted to for years."
Laughter laced his voice, thick with lust. "I wouldn't mind."
It took all Ashton's willpower to nudge the
tempting man away from him. "Not a good idea, honey."
Lance gave him a strange look, and then a dark
flush crept up his neck. He glanced away, but not before Ashton caught the hurt
in his eyes. "I understand."
Ashton grabbed his arms, needing to stop that
train of thought right now. "No,
I don't think you do. When I'm involved I don't share. You know that. Do you
really want to give up your other men for me?"
"We don't have to be involved…"
"Lance! You're my best friend. Of course we'd
be involved." He tucked Lance's light hair behind his ears, smiled into
his blue eyes. "At least I'd be."
A small grin twitched Lance's lush mouth. "Me
too. I'm already half in love with you."
Ashton rolled his eyes, trying for playful.
"Oh god. I'm taking a shower." He walked away, praying Lance wouldn't
stop him. It was one thing to say no to the lovely man. Quite another to ignore
the beautiful cock drawing circles on his hip in pre-cum.
"Seriously, this is best," he told the
ache in his balls as he closed and locked the bathroom door. The steamy air
enfolded him in warmth, reminding him of the sweat and heat and smell of sex,
limbs twined and writhing on the sheets. He turned on the shower and climbed
quickly in. Lance said he'd take care of himself in the shower. He pictured
Lance there now, sexy body leaning against the tiles, heavy dick in hand. Lance
liked to bottom, Ashton top, but once in a while Ashton liked a thick cock in
his ass. He imagined being shoved against the wall, Lance pushing by slow
inches into him, stretching him open deliciously.
Fuck! His
orgasm stalled in his balls and he grabbed his prick, jerking hard to bring the
fire surging through his cock to splatter against the tiles in gooey streams.
He slouched against the glass door until the pleasant weakness left him, though
he still tingled head to foot.
He rinsed the evidence of his delight down the
drain, and laughed suddenly as he recalled Lance's words from earlier.
"Sorry boss-man," he murmured snidely. "Guess I don't have
anything for you this morning after all."
Thoughts of work sent him scurrying to scrub up,
rinse, and get the hell out of there before he was late, again. A slight shiver
ran through him, tempting him to dawdle just long enough to find out what
punishment Mr. Kent might think up in retribution. Was it still sexual
harassment when the secretary was a willing victim?
Ashton shut down that thought. "Don't fucking
go there," he warned his quickly beating heart, and hoped for a clean
towel when he slid open the door and noticed the overflowing hamper.
ooh so hot!1 I cant wait for more!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cathy! This is a lot of fun to write. ;)
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