CHAPTER 4
Chaqueta / Jacket
1. (noun, literal) - a coat or jacket
2. (noun, slang) - a handjob
When they finally broke apart, panting, Dylan leaned his forehead against Ashton's shoulder.
"Told you," he whispered, his voice husky.
And yeah, alright – so he was strangely unwilling to let the moment end yet. Still, that didn't mean he could just allow this asshole’s foolishness to slide. He might start getting up in his head about it all again, and then where would Dylan be?
"I'm not," Ashton panted, sounding adorably wrecked. "Not like… you."
"Awesome at kissing? I know, I'm pretty great," Dylan taunted him, licking his tingling lips. "But hey — don't sell yourself short, fresa; you ain't that bad. In fact, it might be the one thing you don't suck at."
"Screw you," Ashton huffed.
"Kiss me like that again, and maybe we'll see."
Ashton shuddered. "I'm not... gay."
"Of course not," Dylan smirked as he slid his hand rough and slow down the length of Ashton's inner thigh; feeling the shapeand size of him, the way he grew at Dylan's touch, damn. "Your cock's just rock hard because of all the women dancing naked up here in the warm tropical breezes of mid-December. Nothing like the bracing chill of winter to get a man going, is there?"
"I'm not into guys," Ashton repeated, his hips rocking shallow mini-thrusts into Dylan's hand as he rubbed Ashton's cock through his jeans. "It doesn't matter how good it feels, or – or how good you look, or — "
"Or?" Dylan prompted, tugging wider the collar of Ashton's stupid polo shirt so he could suck a kiss into the skin hidden there.
"Or… or what I want to do with you," Ashton whispered, whimpered,whinedas Dylan laid into him with teeth and tongue, before mouthing up the column of that gorgeous neck.
"What do you want to do with me, Ashton?" Dylan purred between kisses, intrigued despite himself as he cupped Ashton through his pants. "You wanna choke me with this monster?Make me swallow every inch of this fat cock of yours, until I'm stuffed so full of you I can't remember my own name?"
Ashton's hips jerked, his body shuddering as he groaned in answer.
"What if I said I want you to fuck me? Bend me over and put me in my place?" Dylan asked him, pressing hard against Ashton’s cock. "What if I told you to pound my ass until I can't walk?"
Ashton let out a noise that sounded halfway between a growl and a plea, his hips rocking forward harder into Dylan's palm. His hand reached for Dylan's jaw; cupping his face and urging Dylan up, ducking his head as if Ashton wanted to claim Dylan's mouth. As if Ashton thought he'd be the one to control how this was going to go.
Ha. So cute, strawberry. But nah, don't think so.
"I'd be so tight and hot and slick for you. You'd love it," Dylan promised as he bit up Ashton’s neck. "And I'll make all these gorgeous little noises for you. Just for you, Ashton. Only for you. And when you've filled me with your cum, d'you know what I'll do?"
"W-what?"
"I'll return the favor, Ashton. I'll make you sit on my cock, ride me until your legs are like jelly and your throat is hoarse from howling," Dylan promised him, his fingers finding the button of Ashton's jeans and popping it open with the ease of experience. "Until you are just completely ruined for anyone else but me, as I make you come and come and come…"
Ashton's"Oh"at that was so soft, as if it were a secret he hadn't meant to let escape. It made Dylan smile to hear it, one more piece of the puzzle tucked away for safekeeping.
"Do you want that?" Dylan asked him, curiosity eating him up at what Ashton would be into. "Or would you rather be on your back, clutching your own legs to your chest for me like a pretty little doll as I sink into you; begging me to show your ass how a man takes a big, thick, cock?"
Ashton was panting, heavy and harsh as he mouthed at Dylan's skull down to the curve of his ear, breath warm along the shell.
"How much of me do you think you could manage, Ashton?" Dylan murmured, unable to keep from pressing, from ferreting out every crack and edge that made up this man's shape. "How many times do you think I could make you come? I bet I could make you last all night, you know. You wanna find out? You gonna let me try?"
"I can't," Ashton choked. "I can't."
"You could," Dylan urged, hand frozen on Ashton's zipper; waiting, waiting. "There's nothing stopping you butyou, Ashton. I promise. It feels good. Really fucking good. Like learning what sex is all over again. And I'd take such good care of you Ashton. I swear I would. Just gotta tell me how."
