Dylan blinked. "Aren't you?"
"Maybe," Ashton purred. "Maybe I just want a turn to mess with you a bit first. Seems only fair."
The little —
But Ashton had started to move faster, his fingers curling that perfect degree tighter; Dylan would forgive him anything in that moment.
Leaning back on his arms, Dylan grunted, his hips canting up as he chased the delicious friction.
"Siente tan bien," he groaned, "So good. Yeah, just like that, Ashton, don't fucking stop."
"Can't believe how sexy you look right now," Ashton growled, his hand pumping Dylan's cock harder, his grip and pace a thing of glory.
"Y-yeah?" Dylan grinned. "Do something about it then, I d— "
But his dare was swallowed up by Ashton's mouth; by that tongue probing between Dylan's lips and stealing away all his thoughts.
"Oh, f-fuck, yeah. Yeah. That’s… that’s real g-good," Dylan panted when Ashton released him from their kiss; his cock leaking in Ashton's grip, his breath coming in harsh gasps. "Ashton I'm gonna..."
"Already?" Ashton blinked.
Dylan just grinned lopsidedly up at him. "You have no clue how sexy you were, gasping and grinding on my finger, huh?"
"Feels like you're still in there," Ashton said, shifting as a strange expression flew across his face.
And that — that shouldnothave been as hot as it was, the idea that Ashton's ass had — hadimprintedon Dylan's — on Dylan's…
"Oh fuck," Dylan whined; balls aching as they tightened, his cock solid steel in Ashton's hand. "Oh fuck.Ash."
"Give it to me then," Ashton murmured. "Show me how it's done."
And with a husky, broken-off laugh, Dylan gripped the back of Ashton's neck; yanking him down to crash their lips together; claiming that foolish, strawberry mouth just as Dylan came all over Ashton's hand.
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Breathing low and slow, Dylan tried his best not to dislodge Ashton's head where he was using Dylan's stomach as a pillow. Both of them lay crosswise on their backs, watching the scant handful of stars that could be seen overhead through the lights of the city.
At least one had turned out to be a plane, but neither had pointed it out. Neither of them had said anything, really, not since they'd tucked themselves away and just kind of… wound up like this.
It wasn't comfortable. Ashton's skull was a cannonball nesting on Dylan's liver, and gravel wouldn't be anyone's first choice of bedding by far. His right arm had fallen asleep some time ago from the weight of Dylan's own head resting on top of it, but it left his left hand free to play with Ashton's hair, so…
Yeah. Dylan wasn't moving unless he absolutely had to. Unfortunately, it seemed Ashton's phone had other plans.
"Hey, wher'you goin'?" Dylan slurred drowsily as Ashton moved to get up, tucking his phone away in his back pocket.
"I…gotta get back to the house," Ashton said, not meeting Dylan's eyes and looking as if he were about to bolt.
Dylan tilted his head, watching the guy brush himself off. "Think there's a chance we can do this again sometime?"
"I'm not…gay," Ashton whispered, so softly Dylan almost didn't catch it.
He snorted. "Yeah, so you've said. What's that got to do with anything?"
Ashton barked a sharp laugh, but there was nothing like humor in it. "A lot, I'd think."
"Then maybe you think too much," Dylan snapped, irritated at being shoved away again because of Ashton's insecurities. "Be honest, Ashton: did you like it? Not just the blowjob or fingering or stuff anyone could do, but — jacking me off, holding my cock; all the things I said I'd want to do with you?"
"…Doesn't matter if I liked it." Finally, finally Ashton dragged his eyes up to meet Dylan's, his gaze ragged and hollow. "Ican't."
"That's bullshit and you know it."
"Easy for you to say," Ashton muttered, looking away.
"Could be easy for you, too. There's nothing wrong with what we did here," Dylan frowned. "Why do you have to act as if there is?"
Ashton's jaw worked, but no words came out. He shook his head, taking a step back, then two.
"I gotta go," Ashton said as he beat his retreat. "Sorry to, uh… to waste your time."
