“Penetrative?” Jax volleyed at me completely unaware of the ways I was dying on the inside. I felt like I was in the world’s most inappropriate job interview.
“Yes, but… I haven’t topped.” Topping was too intimidating. There was too much to remember. Too many steps. Too much pressure. Bottoming was simple. Easy. Enjoyable.
“What about oral?”
My eyes rolled involuntarily. “I’ve given and received oral sex, thank you very much.”
Jax picked up his spoon and held it in front of his mouth like a microphone. “Have you ever eaten ass?” He then stuck the fork in front of my face, keeping the bit going.
“No,” I confessed, barely a whisper, but his pretend mic picked it up and Jax pulled it back to him.
“Have you ever had your ass eaten?”
“Jax, if you stick that spoon in front of me again, I’m going to steal it and use it to scoop out your eyeball.”
He looked at Blue. “Our twink has violent tendencies. Did you know this?”
Blue stroked his fingers through my hair again. “It’s fine. He’s a good boy.”
Oh, holy shit, did my dick like hearing that. I shifted again, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jax, who gave me a knowing smirk.
“Blue has that effect on everyone,” Jax assured me. “Now, back to my question. Have you ever had your ass eaten?”
FOUR
JAX
At different timesin my life, I’d been accused of having no filter. Of saying the first dumb-as-shit thing that came into my head. Whereas some would see this as a hindrance, I saw it as a skill that I’d honed over the years. Humor could ease a lot of situations, and Ash still looked like he’d been destroyed.
His crush on Lukas wasn’t exactly a secret, but maybe the depth of it had been because Ash had clearly been crying, something I was thankful I missed. If Ash had cried all over me, I might have been compelled to go beat the shit out of Lukas. Even though he was well within his rights to reject Ash’s advances. Even though rejecting him was the only thing that made sense. But I still kind of wanted to slam Lukas against a wall.
In this moment, though, Ash was a delightful distraction. He wasn’t as comfortable talking about sex as Blue and I were, but that came with age and experience. And it wasn’t like I had a virgin fetish, but the less experience Ash said he had, the more Iwanted to do that scene with him. I wanted to be the one to show him how fucking good he could feel.
And I wanted Blue there too. If he’d stop being a fucking idiot and trying to talk Asher out of this, that would be great. Every time he suggested that Ash could back out if he wanted, that he didn’t have to do it, Ash got this kicked-puppy expression. He’d already been rejected once today, and Blue was over there doing it again.
We weren’t filming today, so Ash would still have plenty of time to drop out if he wanted. Hell, he could drop out the day of the shoot. Lukas was good like that, looking after his guys the best he could. Always making sure we were safe. He’d let more than one model couch surf when their living situations took a turn, and he never asked anything of people that they weren’t willing to give. There was no need for Blue to be an ass, and if he told Asher one more time that he could drop out if he wanted, I was going to claim Asher for myself and uninvite Blue from the scene.
Asher was cute. I’d always thought so. But lately, cute didn’t really describe him. He was still cute, but also sexy. Alluring. He was so focused on Lukas and trying to get his attention that he never bothered to look up to see who might be trying to get his attention. But I had his attention now.
“Have you ever had your ass eaten?” I repeated, smiling at him. I loved watching him try to pass himself off as being totally at ease with this obviously very awkward-for-him conversation.
“Are—are you offering?” Asher asked.
“Oh, I’m definitely?—”
“Not eating ass in my living room,” Blue interjected, ruining all the fun.
“Relax, Blue. I’m just seeing what Ashy here has and hasn’t done. I want to be the best possible scene partner for him, and that means being aware of any boundaries he might have.”
Blue rolled his eyes. “Is that what you call it? Because it looked like flirting to me.”
“Well, yeah. Of course I’m flirting with him. You’ve seen him, right?”
“He is right here,” Asher said, sounding slightly annoyed. “And no, I’ve never had my ass eaten. I’ve had blow jobs and hand jobs. I did the whole teenage dry hump and come in your pants thing, and I’ve bottomed but never topped. I don’t know if I have any kinks, but I also don’t know if I have any triggers, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
When Asher was done with his little outburst, he looked like it had taken the last of his energy.
“Okay, Ashy. That’s fine. Do you have anything you want to experience or don’t want to experience with us?” I asked while Blue cuddled him and combed his fingers through Asher’s hair. Honestly, Ash looked like he could use a nap.
