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Ash rolled his eyes at me, looking adorable, even though I knew he was more deadly than cute.

“You were gasping so much, I just figured you’d be thirsty. I’d like to be quenching your thirst with my cum, but I thought you might get pissy about that.” And we’re back into asshole territory, although he offered me his little half grin after those words, like he was trying to be cute and distracting.

“What happens now?” I watched as he took the glass and gulped a few mouthfuls, before passing it back to me.

“Well, I guess we should get something to eat, and let you get your fucking sea legs back.”

Typical Ash. Why give a sensible answer, when you can be a dick?

“You know what I meant.”

He groaned, reaching down and lazily stroking his dick, which he seemed to think was a perfectly normal thing to do around a guy he wasn’t actually sleeping with. It was already half hard, and I didn’t want to know what about this situation had him horny.

“You told your dads. They know we’re thinking of going after my family.”

My eyes were riveted on Ash’s hand as he rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock, and groaned softly. Why was he doing this right now? We were trying to have a conversation.

“Can you not do that right now?”

He didn’t stop, and he ignored my new question, favouring the first instead. His touch firmed against his cock, as he spoke.

“We’re not thinking about going after your family, baby, we’re definitely going after them, and we’re going to make them suffer for every fucking thing they made you believe, while they brainwashed you into thinking you couldn’t be yourself.”

I was mesmerised by the way he was jerking himself off, not even trying to make it look idle or casual now.

“Seriously, Ash. Why are you jerking off while we talk? Especially about killing people, that’s fucked up!”

He laughed, the sound ragged and sudden. “I am fucked up, babe. Look, we wanted to get off, and we didn’t. My urges are still there, and I can’t think straight ‘til I blow my load, so I’m doing it to help me concentrate. Besides, you’re all naked and sexy beside me, who wouldn’t want to stroke one off?”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ash

While his repressed-ness could be adorable at times, it was also frustrating. Now I couldn’t even jerk off while we chat? What the fuck was wrong with him? It was perfectly fucking natural, dammit.

The really hot part was how he couldn’t stop looking, his eyes focused intently on my cock, and the way I stroked it, and teased myself. I enjoyed edging myself, because once it’s over, it’s over, right? Why not prolong it, and go off with a bang?

“Wanna join me?”

Cal blinked languidly, finally lifting his head to meet my eyes, and then he sighed heavily.

“No. This isn’t the time for this. Can you stop?”

I grinned widely at him, as I jerked my cock faster.

“No,” I echoed his tone, “but I can get off faster if you like? I mean, generally I like to do this for a while, but I’m close, what with your eyes on it so much.” Yeah, he’d started watching me again. See, he liked it. He wanted it. He just couldn’t find the off switch for all that fucking brainwashing they’d done to him.

“Before we kill them, we should let them watch us together, just to show them that it’s fucking natural.”

“Assholes weren’t made for fucking, you moron.”

I shuddered at his tone. Disapproving was hot as fuck on him, and hell, if he wanted to disapprove of me, it wouldn’t stop me. That ripple of pleasure shot through me again, and I groaned, rolling my head back as I felt it getting closer.

“How do you know that, Cal? Your fucking bible tell you that?” I watched him as he watched me getting off, and I wished he’d just put his mouth down there, and finish me. I wanted my cum in his mouth. I wanted him to taste me. To know my cum was sliding down his throat and into his stomach.

Jesus. It was gonna happen any second, I could feel it.

“Ash, stop it. This isn’t approp-”