[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?"

"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.

[Stuck on Rewind-3] Lance's Legs in Mesh

 

"Lance, do you need a ride…"

Ashton finished towel drying his hair and blinked at his friend from under the damp cotton. He licked his lips, mouth going dry as he watched the black net stocking slowly travel up a white calf, over the knee, and stop midway on a sculpted thigh. Shit, that was hot. Lance giggled and Ashton's gaze shot to his face. His friend winked a mascaraed lash, basking in the attention he seemed to crave.

Lance straightened, keeping his foot on the chair and showing a dangerous amount of white skin between the lace ruffled stocking and the strip of a skirt he wore. "Like? They're new," he asked, coy.

"You're going to drive the boys wild tonight. Let me see."

Lance lowered his foot and faced Ashton, and suddenly bit his lip. A pretty blush tinged his cheeks and Ashton's heart skipped a little. Small wonder men fell on their knees for his best friend. The black fishnet showed his lovely legs to perfection, a delicious bulge pushed against the front of the tiny skirt, and miles of creamy skin rose from a slim waist to pale nipples and a sweet, flawless face. The black lace bowtie on his slim throat was a sin in itself.

"Turn around," Ashton demanded, unable to keep the huskiness from his voice. If anything Lance's blush deepened as he faced the wall. Holy fuck! The scrap of plaid barely covered the perfect ass. If Lance bent even slightly…

Ashton quickly dropped the towel to cover his reaction, barely able to stop himself from slapping that beautiful roundness. What he wouldn't give to feel Lance buck in his hands as he pulled those sweet cheeks apart and slid into…

Stifling a groan, he crossed the small room and fell on his bed, making sure the towel stayed bunched on his lap. Shit, he needed to get laid.

"Um…can I move yet?"

Ashton laughed and rolled to his side to face his friend. Lance peeked over his shoulder at him, mischief dancing on his face.

"You know I love you, right?" Ashton asked. "You're perfection, hon. I don't think you'll make it off the stage alive tonight. But why dressed so early?"

"Trix wants to practice. Then he's taking me to brunch."

"You'll change, right?" Shit. Ignoring Lance's amused laughter; he rolled off the bed and stomped to the miniscule closet to pick the inevitable black pants and white button-down shirt for work. He kept his back to Lance until he could hide the evidence of his interest behind the zipper of his slacks, then turned, keeping his eyes on the buttons of his shirt as he did them up. He glanced across the room at Lance's continued silence, and his brain went numb. Lance was bent over the vanity applying lip gloss in the mirror. The skirt lifted enough to show the bottom of his ass and the sweet cleft haunting Ashton's fantasies.

"Ashton."

He met Lance's eyes in the mirror, seeing his own hunger reflected in Lance's hot gaze. Instant, searing lust scorched through him, licked his balls. His arching dick pulled him to his best friend's side. Lance faced him, lean chest heaving, a thousand emotions chasing through his cornflower blue eyes. He smiled, tentative, and wound one of Ashton's dark curls around a finger. "Hey."

Ashton couldn't speak, throat tight and aching. There was so much he wanted to tell this man, but words were beyond him.

Lance's smile turned gentle, sweet. He touched Ashton's mouth with his thumb and Ashton's lips parted. Please! He'd waited a lifetime for this kiss. He licked dry lips and saw Lance's eyes darken.

"Baby," Lance murmured and lowered his head. Before their lips touched the doorbell peeled through the apartment, breaking them apart. Ashton blinked stupidly as a wide, delighted smile sprang on Lance's face. He made a gleeful sound of pleasure as he trotted across the room to answer the door. Ashton swallowed hard, his euphoria bursting in the face of reality when Lance opened the door and the whirlwind that was Trix swept inside.

He was the same height as Lance, but where his friend was willowy and graceful, Trix was fit, muscular, and devastating in the same black lace and mini as Lance wore. He threw Ashton a friendly smile. "Hey."

"Hi, Trix. Let me find my shoes and I'll be out of your way."

"No rush."

Ashton studied the beautiful man. Trix had his dark hair in a braid and Ashton was sure the warm chocolate eyes were outlined in black eyeliner. Fabulous. Lance joined him and Ashton's blood dropped to his dick when they kissed. Sweet fuck, he wanted them on his bed, hot cocks in each of his hands, lush mouths on his body…

He glanced away, furious with himself at a stab of jealousy when Lance moaned. Spotting his shoes under the bed, he retrieved them. He had to get the hell out of there, right fucking now.

[Stuck on Rewind-2] Taking a Shower

Hearing the click of the door as he crossed to the bathroom, Ashton glanced up and gaped when Lance came waltzing into the room, absolutely naked. He'd never fucked his friend, but Jesus the man was gorgeous, from his rounded ass and sleek muscles to the heavy cock sitting up waiting to be licked. Ashton heart pounded. He never could find the words to describe the perfection of Lance's face, wet tendrils of ash blond hair caressing his chin.

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.

[Stuck on Rewind-1] Morning

Ashton leaned back on his elbows, chest heaving while he caught his breath. Lance climbed off the bed, sleek limbed and graceful. Ashton narrowed his eyes.

"You do remember you have a bed of your own?" he grumbled, not sure if he wanted to pull his friend's sweet ass into his arms or punch him in the face.

Lance gave him a smirk over his shoulder, making a show of licking the last of Ashton's spunk from his swollen lips. "You told me to wake you at seven."

"I didn't mean… Oh, hell." Ashton fell back on the pillows and threw an arm over his eyes. He swore in exasperation when the mattress dipped and Lance's warm scent drifted over him. "Dammit—"

Soft fingers touched his mouth. "Don't be mad, baby. I didn't mean anything."

Ashton peeked. The man looked positively forlorn and Ashton sat up, giving him a one-armed hug. "I'm not mad. But you don't need to keep doing that either. You're my friend! Stay here as long as you want." He kissed the blushing cheek beside his. "I like the company."

"And I like you." Lance walked his fingers down Ashton's thigh. Ashton laughed and shooed his hand away, but couldn't help seeing his friend's blatant interest between his legs.

He shook his head in mock dismay. "Can I take care of that for you?"

"Not at all." Lance stood in a single fluid motion, waving off Ashton's offer. "I'll deal with it in the shower. You have to save yourself for Mr. Man."

"Who are you talking about… Wait!" Ashton rolled off the bed and trotted after Lance heading for the single bathroom.

Lance tittered, slipping behind the bathroom door, but held it open an inch. Pouty, kissable lips smiled at Ashton. "You know, the Boss. Mr. Kent."

"I'm not saving myself for—"

Ashton blinked at the closed door. Why in the world would Lance think he was interested in his boss? Sure, the man was handsome as sin, but he was also an egomaniac and tyrant. Why only yesterday he'd…

Hot blood scorched Ashton's neck and face, his arm tingling where Morgan Kent had gripped it, towered over him. The man had bent to his ear, swamping Ashton's senses with subtle cologne and the spice of sweat as he whispered, "If you can't type a simple letter without mistakes, I'll find a secretary who can." He hand tightened almost painfully on Ashton's arm. "Or maybe I should just bend you over this desk and swat your ass for each mistake?"

Ashton's dick jumped with the memory. He told it sternly to behave. "We're not falling for that bastard. We'll stick with the sweet boys at the club and call it good."

He heard the water turn on in the shower and sighed. Between two jobs and school, life was getting complicated. He padded across the living room to the small alcove where they'd put Lance's new mattress. Neither one of them had money for a frame until Ashton got his next paycheck. A mound of clothes covered the bedspread and a smile tugged his lips. "No wonder you didn't want to sleep here."

He sighed again and fell headlong into the soft pile, breathing deeply of Lance's familiar scent. They'd been best friends since high school, though Ashton admitted he didn't always understand the man. He rolled to his back and stared at the textured ceiling.

"Why?" he asked a particularly thick swirl. He remembered the men Lance would suck off behind the bleachers at twenty bucks a pop. Ashton never asked what he did if he climbed into someone's car.

"It's not the money," Lance assured him one day when they lay in the middle of the football field and stared at the sun. "I like sucking cock."

"Jesus, Lance. So do I, but I don't whore myself out."

Lance looked at him, got up and walked away without a word. But Ashton had never forgotten the tears in his best friend's cornflower blue eyes. He never brought the subject up again, but it took months for the hurt to leave Lance's smile whenever they met.

"I'm so sorry, honey," he said now, knowing how important it was to Lance to be accepted, and how the opposite tore his fragile heart to shreds. The shower turned off and Ashton climbed to his feet for his turn. Lance better have saved him some hot water…

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