CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Beau
I like spending time with Beau and Ash together. They’re fun. ~ Love, Kenny
It shouldn’t have been a surprise to me that I was going inside so easily with Ash. I mean, there was the obvious. He was gorgeous, and I wanted him. I really couldn’t fucking wait to get on my knees for him, to tease him until he lost his damn mind, to show him how good it could be with a man.
Besides that, there was the truth that Ash had always had some kind of power over me. He made me feel everything more strongly than I did with anyone else—anger, frustration, and yeah, attraction and desire.
I followed him inside. He went straight for the kitchen, but to my surprise, he pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. “You want a drink?”
“No beer?” I asked. It wasn’t that I wanted him to have one, it was just typically his MO, and now he’d passed on one twice tonight.
“No. For once I want to be in my right mind when I fuck around with someone. We are going to fuck around, right?”
“You’ve really never touched another man but me?” It blew my mind that not only could he have denied a part of himself for so long, but that he fell into it so easily with me.
“Scout’s honor. It’s kind of frustrating—both my lack of sexual experience when it comes to men and your Sweet Beau Campbell voodoo magic.”
A loud laugh jumped out of my mouth. “Voodoo magic, huh?” I asked.
“You never answered my question.”
I sobered up real quickly. “Yeah, Ash. We’re gonna fuck around. I figured I’d blow you. We could start there.”
His hand shot out, and he grabbed the counter as though he needed its support to stay on his feet. “You say that like it’s so simple.”
“It is so simple for me.” I stepped closer to him, then didn’t stop until I was right in front of Ash. “I love giving head. I’ll make you lose your mind. Make you wonder why you waited so long—at least for me.”
“Holy shit. Who are you, and what did you do with the Beau I know? I thought I was supposed to be the overconfident one?”
“No over about it,” I replied. “This is fun. I like being able to shake you up the way you’ve always done with me.” I clutched his waist, felt his hip bones against my palms, closed the door on all my doubts, fear, and confusion. I wasn’t going to pass this up. I was going to enjoy it. “Oh look. I see a bulge.”
Ash trembled. “Who’s going to wreck whom in this scenario?” he asked breathlessly.
His words shocked my heart, making an electrical current run the length of me. The thought of affecting Ash in any way tied me in knots. He was…well, Ashton fucking Carmichael, and yeah, I knew that was often how I referred to him, but I didn’t know how else to explain it. He always felt like he was more. More than me, than Fever Falls, than anyone and everything.
I always felt too simple to have much of an effect on him.
“Come on.” I nodded toward the hallway. “Let’s go so I can taste you.” Was it strange that I wanted to suck Ash in his childhood bedroom? The one I’d gone to and spent time in with him?
“You know I’m going to blow my load the second I’m in your mouth, right?” he asked. “And that’s not easy for me to admit.”
“We’ll make it work,” I replied, then pulled him along. He took a step forward, and I backward. As if he couldn’t handle not being in control anymore, Ash tugged me toward him, put his right hand against my cheek, his left on my neck, and took my mouth.
We stumbled backward into the wall.
“Sorry,” he mumbled against my lips.
“You don’t have to be sorry. You can be rough with me, Ash.”
He smiled against my lips. “I can’t believe I’m kissing you.”
“You’re not. You’re talking.”
So then he kissed me again. His tongue swept my mouth, expertly pulling moans from me. He pushed against me, rubbed his erection against mine, and whimpered, fucking whimpered. I never thought I’d know the day that Ashton whimpered for me.
I cupped his ass and kissed him deep as I walked, making him move backward this time. Our feet tangled around each other, we almost tripped as he stumbled, and we laughed and kissed our way to his room. He hit the light, and then I pushed him until he fell onto the bed. He kicked out of his shoes as he did so.
“You don’t have to blow me if you don’t want to. We can rub off on each other again,” he said as I pulled his shorts down. “This time naked, though. I wanna feel your skin.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not a hardship. I want to suck your dick. I told you I love it.” As I finished my sentence, the cock in question sprang free from the patch of dark, trimmed pubes at his groin. It was a nice dick—long, thick, full of veins, with a heavy, tight sac beneath.
“What about you?” he asked.
“I’ll come too.”
I trembled, fucking shook as I pulled my shirt over my head, as I took my shoes off, then my pants. I couldn’t believe I was there with Ash, that he wanted me so fucking much.
His gasp sent a jolt through me. “Jesus, Campbell. You are so fucking hot. Can I touch you?” Only he didn’t wait for me to reply. Ash sat up, reached his hand out slowly, and cupped my balls.
“Oh fuck,” we said in unison, then chuckled.
“I’m not sure I like that you’re longer than me,” Ash admitted.
“I can’t believe you just said that. Only you.”
“Yeah, but that’s why you like me,” he replied.
“You’re thicker, if that makes you feel better.”
He wrapped a hand around me, stroked slowly. The simple touch felt so damn good, my right knee buckled.
“I’m glad it’s you…the first guy I experiment with. I’m glad it’s you.”
The first. Those words slammed into me, though they shouldn’t have. Of course I would only be the first. What did I expect? This thing between us was just fucking around, and when Ash was ready, he would come out of the closet and hook up with whoever he wanted. “I’m glad it’s me too. You’ll be even happier when I do it. I wasn’t lying when I said I was good.”
“You feel good, Cocky Campbell.” He used Cocky, my name for him. “I think I want to practice sucking you one time too.”
My cock jerked as desire shot through me. Precome spilled from my tip.
“Someone likes that.” He swiped at my precome, then pulled his finger away, a rope of it stretching between him and my tip.
“You would too. You can explore me later. Let me get on my knees for you, Ash.” Unwilling to wait any longer, I dropped to my knees and leaned in as Ash spread his thighs for me. I nuzzled his sac, inhaled his musky scent, rubbed my cheek against the coarse hair of his thighs.
“I thought you were sucking.”
“I’ll get there,” I told him. “You want me to use my tongue on you?” I licked his balls, then looked up at him.
“Oh fuck, Campbell. Do that again.” I lapped at him, this time as our eyes held each other. He shuddered, his lids fluttered, then opened again as he looked down at me. I’d never seen Ash so blissed out, his pupils blown wide.
“You want more?”
“You know I do.”
“Okay, but I’m not going to let you come right away.” I wanted to savor this, wanted it to last, to be good for him. I held the base of his cock, angled it toward me, swirled my tongue around the head. His ass thrust off the bed slightly. He was still watching me as I continued to tongue his glans, licked at the precome leaking from the slit, then pushed forward, took him deep, moving slowly as I showed him just how good at this I was.
Ash’s hand came up and tightened in my hair, pulled, his thighs shaking as I swallowed him down, deep throating him.
“Fuck, Beau.” His hold on me tightened even more, and he thrust his hips forward. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
I pulled off him and smiled. That wouldn’t do. There was no apology in a blowjob. “Why would you be sorry? Enjoy it. Don’t hold back. I can take it. I want to take it.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, his face flushed. “Okay. We might have to do this more than once, though, because holy shit, you can deep throat a cock. Can I stand up?”
It was so strange to me, seeing Ash so unsure, so insecure and timid, but obviously so damn full of want. I could see his pulse beating against the base of his throat. “Yes.”
I leaned back so Ash could stand. His hands went back in my hair again as I swallowed him, buried my nose in his pubes, his dick down my throat. I flexed my throat muscles, listened to him whimper again. This time it was Ash who started to pull back. He pumped his hips, fucked into my mouth, dropped his head back and looked at the ceiling. “Beau…fuck, Beau,” he whispered over and over again.
Every time his body tightened and his breathing picked up, I pulled off him. When he settled down, I went back to work, sometimes me running the show and others him thrusting into my mouth.
It was the third or fourth time I pulled off, preventing him from coming, when he begged, “Please, Campbell… God, you feel so fucking good. I need to come, but I want you to come too.”
I gasped when I pulled off him, then spit in my hand and wrapped it around my dick and stroked.
“Shit, now I don’t know if I want to watch you or finish my blowjob.”
“Really?” I cocked a brow.
“Okay, well, no. I mean, you’re hot as fuck, and maybe you can just do that for me sometime, but I really need to come.”
I laughed the way only Ash could make me do. I opened my mouth for him, and he slowly pushed his cock inside. “I think this might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I kept jerking myself, felt my balls already tightening, ready to let loose as Ashton thrust between my lips. He pulled my hair, then rubbed my scalp as though trying to soothe the sting. His breathing picked up, his eyes closed again as his thrusts became quicker, more urgent. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucked him.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come, Campbell. Pull off. I’m gonna come.”
But I didn’t. Why the hell would I do that? His load was my reward, so I went deeper, worked my throat muscles around his thick cock until he pumped his hips again, kept himself buried there, cried out, my name on his lips as he spilled in two long spurts down my throat.
My own orgasm barreled down on me. I pulled off him, worked my cock, held his eyes, his intense stare snared on mine until my vision went blurry, my whole body tingled, and I shot, one spurt hitting the bed, another Ash’s leg, and a third the floor.
My eyes darted away, wondering if he would freak out, wondering if this would be the moment he realized just how gay he truly was and ask me to leave, but he didn’t. Not Ash. He was maybe the bravest person I knew, outside of my brother, at least.
“Being gay…it’s more than sex. Obviously, I get that, but this moment… Christ, Campbell, this moment is one of the realest of my life. The most honest. That sounds dumb. I—” He shook his head.
“No, it doesn’t, Ash. I get it because my moment was on the dock with you.” It wasn’t an admission that had been easy for me to make. My pulse thudded, and my head felt foggy.
He smiled down at me, and I swear he damn near glowed. “I love that I’m responsible for your gayness.”
“Dumbass.”
“You sucked my dick, Campbell.”
“I did…came on your leg too.” I swiped at the come on his calf, looked for something to wipe it on.
“Wait,” he rushed out. “You tasted me… I want to taste you too. It’s only fair.”
My stomach flipped, got light. He was going to kill me, ruin me. I held my fingers up to him, and Ash leaned over and sucked them into his mouth. “Thoughts?” I asked him.
“An acquired flavor, maybe? I’ll get used to it.” He winked, then grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. He brushed his thumb against my nipple, let his hands slide down my sides, my waist, touched my flaccid cock. “I used to dream about this…touching a man this way. Feeling a male body against mine. Then I’d go get drunk and find a woman to fuck, tell myself I was just confused. But it wasn’t just that. I’d wonder what it was like to just talk with another man I shared something like this with…go to the movies, play football with him. Tackling would be a whole lot more fun that way.” He snickered humorlessly. “I was so damn scared, Campbell. I still am. I don’t know if I can do this…how to do this, but it makes it easier that it’s with you. I’ve always been able to hide it, pretend it didn’t exist, except with you. But out there, in the real world, I don’t know if I can do it.”
“I’m not really into exhibitionism anyway.”
“Funny. I’m being serious, though.”
“I am too, in a way. Do you think I’m going to push you? Rush you? Expect you to go out there and tell everyone we’re…what, boyfriends?”
“Is that what we are?”
What would he say, I wondered, if I told him yes? Did I want that? To try and put a name to what Ash and I were doing? Probably, yes, but that didn’t mean he was ready. Or hell, that I was. Not with him. “We’re us. We’re friends, sort of enemies. We laugh together and tease each other and drive each other crazy. Only now we give each other orgasms too. You don’t have to name it anything. Like I said, I’m not rushing you, Ash. This is your life. I would never expect you to come out before you’re ready.” But I did wonder if he would ever be ready…and I knew he did as well.
“Will you stay the night?”
No…don’t do it. Put some space between you. “Yeah.”
“Can we stay naked?”
“Obviously. And this is weird, you asking me questions like this.” Not because of his honesty—Ash had always been blunt—but because of his lack of experience, because of his vulnerability.
“It’s because it’s you. Don’t know what in the hell it is about you, Cranky Campbell, but you do some kind of something to me.” He took my hand. “Come on, let’s shower together.”
We did just that. We didn’t touch while we were in there, but he did watch me the whole time. My dick started to get hard again because Ashton fucking Carmichael had his eyes on me while we were naked in the shower. I dare any man not to get hard in that situation.
We dried off and got into his tiny-ass bed. He climbed on top of me like last time, held himself over me as he rubbed his dick against mine.
“Christ, that looks hot—your cock with mine.” There was so much giddy wonder in his voice, mixed with bare-bones honesty.
He lowered his mouth to mine, kissed me slowly, at the same languid pace he rubbed himself against me. We kissed until my jaw hurt, until my balls were full again, until his hot, sticky come shot against my stomach, followed by my second load.
“We’re messy again,” he teased as he fell on top of me.
“I have a feeling we’re going to be able to say that a lot.”
And I had a feeling I’d like it more than I should, and miss it terribly when this ultimately came to an end.