Anxiety bubbled up inside me. “How are you feeling about all of this?”
Asher’s brow dipped in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“When I met Jackson that night, you two kept saying you’re ‘tragically straight.’ I mean… what we’ve been doing isn’t exactly straight guy territory.”
He nodded thoughtfully, frowning a little. “I’m just… processing things as they happen.”
“You’re not, like, freaking out or anything. No gay panic?”
He gave me another smile, bigger this time. “No gay panic.”
“But you’ll let me know, right? If anything we do feels like it might cross a boundary? I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t say something, or put a stop to this if you need to.”
Asher reached out and put a hand on my arm. My stomach did somersaults at his touch. “I promise. I’ll let you know.” We were both quiet for a few moments. “Now, do you want to watch a movie or something?”
“A movie sounds good.” I couldn’t guarantee I’d actuallywatcha whole movie, but I wouldn’t mind curling up on the couch against his strong, warm body for a while and just… existing next to each other. After the tumultuous few days I’d had, thoughts consumed by Phillip, there was something comforting about just hanging out together. No pressure. Just us.
A few minutes later, after I’d offered to clean up the dinner dishes while Asher found a movie to watch, we were sitting on the couch next to each other. I ached to touch him, but I didn’t want to rush anything. We had all night. We had… I did the mental math and my stomach turned sour. We had a few weeks of production time left. A month, maybe six weeks if we got lucky and something delayed the renovations.
Giving in to the urge, I leaned into his side as he hit play on the remote, Asher’s chest rumbling as he hummed softly and put his arm around my shoulder. “I hope this one’s okay,” he murmured as the movie began.
With a shrug, I shook my head. “I’m not picky.”
“That’sdefinitelysomething I remember about you.”
“What? That I’m not picky?”
“Yeah. I feel like even as a kid, you’d go along with most of my ideas without complaint. And Eric’s, if I recall correctly.”
Eric was Asher’s cousin, one who’d always been a troublemaker. “I haven't thought about Eric in years. Where did he end up, by the way?”
“I think he’s a cop now? I don’t know—we don’t stay in touch anymore, not really. He moved out to California to follow a girl and hasn’t come home since.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Sounds like him.” We fell quiet as the movie began, a classic rom-com, which surprised me. I hadn’t expected Asher to be into that kind of movie—I would’ve expected action, or a thriller maybe.
As Asher’s chest shook with laughter at the movie, I found myself unable to focus on what was happening on the screen. I trailed my hand along his thigh idly, not intending to distract him necessarily, but not exactlynottrying to distract him, either. It didn’t take long for him to respond to my touch. His breathing tightened and hitched, and his shorts had a noticeable bulge in them. I didn’t push it any further, though, just continued to tease him, letting my fingertips brush his growing erection.
As I touched him, he began to rock his hips up, seeking more. I smirked and leaned down, letting my hot breath ghost over his cock, and Asher placed his hand on the back of my neck, gently urging me to continue. I couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped me and I tilted my head to look up at him.
“You good?”
He nodded quickly.
“More?”
“Please.” His voice was hoarse with lust and desperation.
I dropped down, pressing my face into his groin and humming with pleasure at the deep, musky scent of him. I pressed the heel of my palm against his cock, sliding it up and down slowly as he rocked his hips up again and again. I’d gotten my mouth on him once before and he’d stopped me before he’d finished, but I wanted to taste him, to feel him pulse into my mouth. I slid to the floor and kneeled between his legs, yanking his shorts down past his ass to give myself access to what I needed.
As I did, he groaned and tipped his head back against the couch. “Fuck.”
I continued to rub my palms along his thighs as I took him into my mouth, and the moment I closed my lips around his crown, he hissed and bucked his hips up.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “God, yourmouth.”
Pleased, I wrapped one hand around his shaft and stroked as I sucked, Asher’s fingers burying in my short hair, his hands guiding me to take all of him. When his cock hit the back of my throat, I moaned, desperate for more. I sucked him deep into my throat again and again, my saliva and his precum mingling and making his shaft slick for me to stroke harder, faster.
My pace built and as it did, his breathing became ragged, his breaths loud as he groaned, pleasure and need growing inside of him. I moved my free hand to cup his balls, gently stroking and tugging them as I sucked his cock, drawing out deep, desperate groans from him.
