Thursday, 21 March 2013

[Stuck On Rewind-4] Ashton Confesses

Ashton smoothed his socks and jammed his feet into the black loafers. Now where in fuck was his… He spotted the blue tie on the floor by one of the legs of the vanity. Despite his best efforts, his eyes strayed to the couple by the door. At least they'd stopped sucking tongue, but Jesus! Lance faced away from him and Ashton watched Trix's hands move under his mini, kneading that perfect ass Ashton would give his soul to worship with his lips and tongue…

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?"


"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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