Lance giggled and thrust his hips into Trix.
Ashton bit his lip, a tiny pain starting in his chest when Trix laughed and
pulled Lance's sweet body tight against him, nuzzled into his neck. Ignoring
the thumping of his heart, Ashton retrieved his tie and slung it around the
collar of his white shirt.
"Oh, hon, you forgot your bowtie here the
other day," Lance exclaimed, leaving Trix's arms and crossing the room
with a flash of white skin and black lace. Ashton couldn't tear his gaze away
from the slim, nearly naked body of his best friend as Lance rummaged through the
pile of clothes on his mattress. He ached suddenly to push Lance face first
onto the bed, lift that tiny skirt and shove his dick into his hot, willing
hole.
He jumped when Trix touched his arm. He'd
forgotten all about the other man.
"Why don't you tell him?"
A flush of heat swept through Ashton. "What
do you mean?"
He shivered at Trix's chuckle and met his gaze,
expecting mockery. The rich brown eyes were warm, Trix's smile fond. "I've
known you, what? Almost two years? You're in love with him. Just tell
him."
They both
started at a crash from across the room. Lance stood, arms full of clothing,
shaking his head helplessly at the lamp he'd knocked from the stand. He dropped
the bundle with a soft curse and bent to pick it up. Ashton sucked in a breath
at the amount of flesh showing.
Trix's warm breath tickled his ear. "Can't
tell me you don't want to fuck that."
Ashton jerked his shoulder away, angry, heart
beating madly. "Don't be stupid. He's my best friend. Period."
"If you say so." Trix coolly reached out
and started knotting Ashton's tie. Ashton swallowed, breathing in the warm,
spicy scent of the man's body. The muscular chest was mere inches from his
fingers, the dark nubs tight and hard, waiting for his tongue. Fuck. Why
couldn't he be like normal people, take what was freely offered? His heart
sank. He wanted all or nothing with Lance, and so he had nothing.
"Thanks," he muttered when Trix
finished. "I'm off to work."
"You going to go fuck Clark Kent
instead?"
"What?"
"Kent. Your boss." Trix leaned a hip
against the vanity, crossed his arms on his chest. "You keep making the
same mistakes, man. You can't have the man you want, so you try over and over
with these other guys. You're stuck on rewind, Ashton. Skip ahead. Lance is
just waiting for you to say something, too insecure to start anything
himself."
"Stop fucking saying that." He regretted
the words instantly, sighing when anger flitted across Trix's handsome face. He
ran a hand through his hair, let out a frustrated breath. "Sorry. I know
you want to help. But Lance…" He glanced across the room, warmth flooding
his chest at the sight of Lance sitting on his bed, sorting through his socks.
"I couldn't share him, Trix," he confessed sadly. "I keep
telling myself I could, but it's a lie."
"Did you stop to think that maybe Lance would
be faithful?' Trix said, voice bitter.
"He would be. And in a few months or half
year he'd be restless. The joy would leave his face. A cage is still a cage, no
matter how pretty the bars."
"I think you're wrong, but you guys have to
figure it out."
"Found it!"
Lance's cheery cry tore Ashton's heart to shreds.
Time to fucking go. "By hon," he called to Lance as he approached
them. Lance's smile slipped, but Ashton couldn't stay. He practically ran for
the door, hard pressed not to slam it behind him as he fled the room. He
scowled as he waited for the elevator.
"Fucking Trix," he muttered, chest tight
with emotion. If Trix knew his secret it was only a matter of time before everyone
else did too. Then what would he do? His expression turned bleak at the thought
of leaving, but what choice would he have with his heart out there for everyone
to see?
The doors opened and he stepped into the empty
box, loneliness trapped inside with him as the doors slid closed again.
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