case you haven't noticed, you're hot, nice and funny, which makes you one hell of a catch."
"You really don't have any idea of your own appeal." Ashton leaned forward, their mouths so close together Justice could feel their breath mingling.
"Are you going to kiss me?"
Duh, what do you think he's going to do? Give you a demonstration on the new protocols for the American Heart Association's CPR Guidelines? Come on! For once get your act together. Don't blow this before you even get on first base.
"Stop thinking too hard," Ashton admonished before adding, "And yes, I'm going to kiss you. I just have to be gentle because I don't want to hurt your injury."
"That's okay. I don't mind the hurt. That is, I'm not a pain junkie or anything. I'm just used to it. That is because of...well, you know," he stammered, not wanting to voice aloud what his bruises already screamed.
He cringed at his own verbal clumsiness, but Ashton just smiled. "You're so cute when you don't know what to say."
"Well, then I must be the poster child for fucking adorable because I'm constantly struggling to think of appropriate responses to conversations," Justice shot back.
Ashton just gave a slight shake of his head, like Justice's behavior was some new mystery to be solved. He then closed the tiny bit of space left between them and, ever so gently, pressed their lips together.
Desire pounded through Justice as he felt the warm glide of Ashton's tongue against his upper lip. At the same moment he became vividly aware of the hard press of Ashton's body as the man snaked an arm out and hooked Justice by the waist. The move made it so their chests slammed together, but in a delicious way.
The kiss continued, soft little pecks that didn't do nearly enough to tame the arousal flaring inside Justice. He let out a whimper as his cock filled, the urge to rock against Ashton's muscular thigh just too much to resist. Ashton's free hand slammed onto Justice's ass. At first Justice thought it was to still his movements, but a gentle squeeze soon let him know that Ashton only did it to encourage his behavior.
Only when Justice tried to deepen the kiss did Ashton pull back, tearing a sob of protest from Justice. He flinched, wondering if his petulant behavior would earn him Ashton's wrath. Or worse yet, make it so Ashton didn't like him anymore.
Much to his relief, Ashton merely smiled as he gingerly caressed the bruises on Justice's face. "We need to be careful or we'll rip the wound on your lip open again."
"Sorry," Justice breathed as he reached up to touch his mouth.
Ashton reached out and grabbed Justice's hand, stilling the movement. "You have nothing to be sorry for. If anybody should be apologizing, it's me for losing control."
"I liked it when you lost control, though."
"Do you want me to take you back to the library?" Ashton asked, his fingers shifting up to lightly brush through the front of Justice's hair.
Justice silently shook his head, too afraid to voice his true wishes.
"Would you rather Bryce and I drop you back at your apartment?"
The air between them grew thick with sexual tension. It felt as if an iron band were trying to squeeze the crud out of him. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. You can do this. It's not as if you're a virgin or anything. So it shouldn't be so damn difficult to ask him to have sex. He licked his lips and forced himself to take the risk.
"I want you to take me someplace more private. A place where we can be alone. For the whole night if you'd like," Justice rasped past his dry throat.
Chapter 5
----
Ashton sucked in a breath of disbelief as a fresh wave of desire shot through his body, before centering on his cock. The thought that this beautiful, gentle man was offering himself up so freely when it was obviously something he didn't do often, both humbled and turned Ashton on.
He cupped Justice's face. Ashton realized he'd become touchy-feely as far as the other man was concerned, but damned if he could stop
"You really don't have any idea of your own appeal." Ashton leaned forward, their mouths so close together Justice could feel their breath mingling.
"Are you going to kiss me?"
Duh, what do you think he's going to do? Give you a demonstration on the new protocols for the American Heart Association's CPR Guidelines? Come on! For once get your act together. Don't blow this before you even get on first base.
"Stop thinking too hard," Ashton admonished before adding, "And yes, I'm going to kiss you. I just have to be gentle because I don't want to hurt your injury."
"That's okay. I don't mind the hurt. That is, I'm not a pain junkie or anything. I'm just used to it. That is because of...well, you know," he stammered, not wanting to voice aloud what his bruises already screamed.
He cringed at his own verbal clumsiness, but Ashton just smiled. "You're so cute when you don't know what to say."
"Well, then I must be the poster child for fucking adorable because I'm constantly struggling to think of appropriate responses to conversations," Justice shot back.
Ashton just gave a slight shake of his head, like Justice's behavior was some new mystery to be solved. He then closed the tiny bit of space left between them and, ever so gently, pressed their lips together.
Desire pounded through Justice as he felt the warm glide of Ashton's tongue against his upper lip. At the same moment he became vividly aware of the hard press of Ashton's body as the man snaked an arm out and hooked Justice by the waist. The move made it so their chests slammed together, but in a delicious way.
The kiss continued, soft little pecks that didn't do nearly enough to tame the arousal flaring inside Justice. He let out a whimper as his cock filled, the urge to rock against Ashton's muscular thigh just too much to resist. Ashton's free hand slammed onto Justice's ass. At first Justice thought it was to still his movements, but a gentle squeeze soon let him know that Ashton only did it to encourage his behavior.
Only when Justice tried to deepen the kiss did Ashton pull back, tearing a sob of protest from Justice. He flinched, wondering if his petulant behavior would earn him Ashton's wrath. Or worse yet, make it so Ashton didn't like him anymore.
Much to his relief, Ashton merely smiled as he gingerly caressed the bruises on Justice's face. "We need to be careful or we'll rip the wound on your lip open again."
"Sorry," Justice breathed as he reached up to touch his mouth.
Ashton reached out and grabbed Justice's hand, stilling the movement. "You have nothing to be sorry for. If anybody should be apologizing, it's me for losing control."
"I liked it when you lost control, though."
"Do you want me to take you back to the library?" Ashton asked, his fingers shifting up to lightly brush through the front of Justice's hair.
Justice silently shook his head, too afraid to voice his true wishes.
"Would you rather Bryce and I drop you back at your apartment?"
The air between them grew thick with sexual tension. It felt as if an iron band were trying to squeeze the crud out of him. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. You can do this. It's not as if you're a virgin or anything. So it shouldn't be so damn difficult to ask him to have sex. He licked his lips and forced himself to take the risk.
"I want you to take me someplace more private. A place where we can be alone. For the whole night if you'd like," Justice rasped past his dry throat.
Chapter 5
----
Ashton sucked in a breath of disbelief as a fresh wave of desire shot through his body, before centering on his cock. The thought that this beautiful, gentle man was offering himself up so freely when it was obviously something he didn't do often, both humbled and turned Ashton on.
He cupped Justice's face. Ashton realized he'd become touchy-feely as far as the other man was concerned, but damned if he could stop
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