Page 41 of Ashes to Ash’s

I suddenly wondered if this was a really bizarre thing to do. Was I really talking to my dads while I was inside the man I loved? Cal twitched again and I groaned as his ass squeezed my cock, which was still hard, and I guess that was probably weird, but so am I.

“Jesus. What’s going on there?”

“I’m in him, dad, what do you think? I’m… we were trying to fuck, and he made it weird.”

Dad Gray was laughing in my ear, but none of that was helping me, was it?

“How do I fix him, dammit? I can’t fuck a crying man… can I? That doesn’t seem right.”

Dad Dory hissed something I didn’t hear, and then dad Gray replied.

“Look, kid. Sometimes there are tears in bed, but as long as you’re enjoying yourself, does it matter?”

Dad Dory cursed at him, but I think I knew why.

“What about him enjoying it? Shouldn’t that be important too?”

They both fell silent, and speaking of silent, so was Cal now. Was he asleep? Did he fall asleep with my cock up him? I’d fuck him awake if he had!

“Cal?”

“Ash… who are you talking to?”

His head turned a little, and he tried to look at me. His breath still hitched now and then, but the despair seemed to have eased a little, like he’d somehow escaped wherever the fuck he’d gone when I eased my cock inside him.

“Are you back with me?”

Cal rubbed his face against the bedding, and groaned.

“Yeah… I think so. Are your dads here or something? I thought you were gonna fuck me?”

“See, kid? He wants you to give him a good reaming-”

“Gray! We’re going, son, ring us later.” The phone fell silent, and I knew they’d ended the call. I tossed the phone onto the bed, and leaned down to stroke Cal’s cheek.

“You okay, baby? You were like, speaking in tongues or some shit.”

Cal groaned and reached up to blindly flip me off, which was adorable, because he was the one who made this whole thing weird, but somehow I was the asshole?

I pressed tight against Cal and wiggled a little, and a ragged gasp left his sweet lips, as his fists clenched on the bedding. Could I make him scream my name, instead of some false deity, or the weird shit he was gasping out before? I was about to fucking try.

Cal

Ash started to move at last, and I felt him dribbling more of that cool lube over his dick and my ass, before he started fucking me properly, and everything else left my mind, as I focused on how it felt to take him inside me, over and over.

After years of fighting the urges I’d had, to experience this, especially with Ash, was incredibly freeing. To actually feel it. To actually be the one being fucked like this. He wasn’t going slow, or being gentle anymore, and this was what I needed. The unexpected kindness he’d shown me had been fine, but his usual brand of brutality and twistedness was what I needed right now.

“More,” I gasped out, fisting the covers again as he twisted his fingers into my hair, pressing my face against the bed as he slammed harder into me. It hurt, but it hurt in the best way possible. Pleasure tinged every harsh thrust, and wrapped around each twinge of pain, like twisted DNA strands weaving together to create the perfect connection. Us.

“I’m close,” Ash gasped, and tucked his arms beneath me, rolling us so that I was on my back, riding him with my ass, as he kept thrusting up into me. Without a word from him, I knew why he’d rolled, and I wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking it firmly as even more intense pleasure seemed to surge into me from everywhere all at once.

I threw my head back as it rocketed through me, like a burning fire of agonising bliss, like radiance, a blessing, but not from God. From Ash. He gave this to me. He gifted me this pleasure, and I didn’t even register his curse as my head connected with something solid, and he tightened his savage grip on my hips as he slammed deep, and pulsed inside me, as warmth flooded my ass, and I knew he’d followed me into a heaven I never knew was real.

It was only after we grudgingly separated, and I slumped onto the bed beside him, that I realised why he’d cursed out, and what my head had cracked into so sharply. His nose. His face was covered with blood, which still poured from his nose, and he didn’t seem to care.

“Shit! I did that. I hurt you, Ash. I’m… we need to get ice, and-”

“Shut up, you daft bastard, I don’t care. I can’t feel it. It’s cool.”