CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Ashton
Ashton Carmichael used to play like he was in love with the game, and Ashton in love was a beautiful thing to witness!
I adjusted Beau’s cap on my head. He glanced at me from the driver’s seat of his truck, but then his eyes went quickly back to the road. Today had been… Hell, I didn’t really have the words to describe what today meant to me. It had been like I had family for the first time in too long. In some ways, it was even different from my adoptive parents. I loved them, don’t get me wrong. There hadn’t been a part of me that hadn’t, but I’d also known I’d been living Dad’s dream for him. He’d wanted football, and at first I’d wanted it because I wanted to make him proud. Luckily, I fell in love with it. Beau loved football too, but it was different. His friendship—and Kenny’s and his mom’s—wasn’t forged from my play on the field.
“Am I ever going to get my hat back?” Beau asked, breaking the silence.
“Now come on, Campbell. You know me better than that. I always get what I want.”
“And you want my cap?”
I turned to him even though it was too dark to truly see him, and replied, “I want your cap.”
That wasn’t all I wanted from Beau. But considering I was me, I wasn’t sure how deep my want went or if I could handle the answer, so I didn’t add that I really just wanted him.
“So damn spoiled.”
“We’ve gone over this before.”
“Kenny loves you,” he added.
My eyes were drawn to the darkness outside the window, the headlights showing me a group of deer in the field as we drove out to my house.
“I’ve never seen him connect with someone as strongly as he does with you.”
My heart went wild, like the roar of the crowd in a packed stadium. “Well, I’m hard not to love.”
“Be serious.”
“I am. Seriously, have you known anyone who didn’t love me? And don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“You can’t even see me.” There was a chuckle in his voice.
“I don’t have to see you to know you, remember?”
“It’s okay to be vulnerable. You only are when it comes to sex with me.”
Because of course he had to mention that. I already hated the fact that I felt so out of step when it came to fucking around with him. “I liked you better when you were Cranky Campbell.”
“I can be cranky with you. I’m just about there already. Keep ignoring the seriousness of the situation, and I’ll be good and irritable. No one can bring it out of me like you.”
Which I had to admit, I fucking loved.
“Ticktock, Avoidance Ash.”
So I liked things on my terms. Big deal. “I’m not avoiding.” He turned toward me just as another car drove by, enabling me to see his cocked brow. “Okay, so I’m avoiding. It’s weird. Most of the time, I love the attention.”
“But it’s hard when it’s real. That’s how you know when it’s important—when it’s tough. You’re real good at playing the part, but I know you, Ash.”
He did. There wasn’t anyone in the world who knew me like Beau. Even when we were kids, I always felt like he somehow saw through me. I groaned, turned the hat forward, and leaned my head against the seat. “I love your brother. It feels good that he looks up to me. I’m scared to fuck it up, though, man. Or that I don’t deserve it. And then there’s your mom. She treats me like she does you and Kenny. Like…”
“Family?” Beau finished for me.
“I know it’s stupid.” How could they feel like I was family?
“No, it’s not.” Beau reached over and put his hand on my thigh. I set mine on top of his, rubbed my fingers against his rough skin, felt a lump that I knew was a prominent vein he had there, brushed my thumb over his knuckles. “They’ve both fallen for you. You might be stuck with us now.”
“What about you? Have you fallen for me?” The questions just sort of fell from my tongue, like I didn’t have any say in the matter. Beau groaned, a sound I was familiar with. “I sense some avoidance coming from you in five…four…three…two…”
“Funny.”
“I’ve already gotten you to admit you like me. I’m totally going to make you admit you’re falling for me too.”
“Aren’t they the same thing?” Beau asked.
“No, a hundred percent different, but you just answered me. Don’t worry, Campbell. I’m basically irresistible.”
“You’re a pain in my ass.”
“Not yet, and when we get there, I’ll be careful not to hurt you.”
A laugh jumped out of Beau’s mouth, so deep and hardy that he almost choked. Obviously, that made me laugh too, and that was basically how we spent the rest of the ride home. Thank fuck for that because there was a part of me that wanted to tell him this was the best night I’d had in years, that he made me feel a part of something. That I was falling for him, or hell, maybe I’d already taken a fucking nosedive off the cliff, without my damn parachute, and I wasn’t sure I’d survive the fall.
But instead we laughed, and then I dragged him into my house and we showered together. There was something else on my mind, of course, because I’d watched gay porn last night and realized I wanted my tongue in his ass. That was sort of a big deal.
And a whole hell of a lot easier to say than the whole freefalling-off-a-cliff-for-him thing. So when we went back to my room, both smelling like the ocean from the new soap I bought, I said, “Funny story…I watched some gay porn last night. Blew my load all over my laptop. You might owe me a new keyboard.”
Beau whipped around to face me, his eyes damn near bugging out of his head. He seemed to get a hold of himself, so instead of mentioning the fact that I watched porn, he said, “Why do I owe you a laptop?”
“Because it was firefighter porn, which means I was thinking about you. Hence it being your fault. I’ll send you the bill.”
He laughed a deep, happy sound that radiated into my chest. Fucking Beau Campbell. He stepped closer to me, then closer again, the color of his eyes darkening and sparking with lust. “You watched firefighter porn without me?”
“Yes. I might need you to wear those yellow pants and suspenders for me sometime—with nothing else, by the way. Fucking hell, Campbell, it’s sexy.”
“Turnout pants?” Beau grinned, flicked my towel open, and yep, my no longer broken cock was already hard as steel.
“Did the firefighter get on his knees?” Beau asked as he began to lower himself.
My dick screamed at me, like silently yelled, Stop! What the fuck are you doing? We love head! but I ignored it, grabbed his arm, and didn’t let him move. “No…well, I mean yes, but that’s not where I’m going with this.” Because I wanted to taste him…and I wanted to do something for Beau. Everything about us felt lopsided, like he gave and I took, and I didn’t want that with him.
This time it was me who opened his towel, my eyes on his chest, then down to the hard rod between his legs. It jerked as though he felt my stare like a caress, and yeah, I wanted that in my mouth too. “I’m basically planning on devouring you. I want you in my mouth, Campbell. Wanna know what it’s like to suck you…then I thought…” The words stuck in my mouth like glue. Why the fuck couldn’t I say it? This was me.
Instead I reached around him, cupped his ass, teased his crack with my finger.
“You wanna eat my ass?”
For some reason, his bluntness surprised me, making me blink a few times. “Yeah, I do.”
“You’re not going to hear me argue with that.”
Before I could respond, Beau’s mouth went down on mine. His tongue seduced my lips, and I opened for him, craved him, wanted him inside. He pushed me backward onto the bed, in a way no one had ever done to me except for him, and it made my cock throb.
He buried his face in my neck, sucked the skin there, rubbed his stubble against me.
“Christ, touching you melts my damn brain,” I said huskily as I grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter against me. As good as Beau felt on top of me—his weight and his muscle—I wanted this to be about him. Okay, and maybe about me too, but in a different way than it typically was. I wanted him to feel good, and I wanted to be the one to do it. I wanted to know his body, his taste, experience him in ways unique to us.
He thrust against me, our cocks moving together. Before my brain went any more haywire, I flipped us, put myself on top. “Be good and let me suck your dick.”
“In what universe would I argue with that?”
“Well, you do like to make things difficult…”
“Are you putting my dick in your mouth, or what?” Beau winked, and damned if both the wink and his question didn’t get me harder.
I kissed my way down his chest, licked his nipples. Beau felt so fucking good beneath me, against me, with me. Since I’d told him I was going to devour him, that was exactly what I did. I ran my tongue along every dip, every groove, every muscle. Anything I could taste, I did, until I got to his cock, tall against his belly.
The tip was wet, a pearl of precome at the slit. “I’m assuming I’ll be really good at this, but try not to come too soon. I want to taste your ass too.”
I leaned in, but Beau cupped my cheek, angled my head toward him. “It’s okay to be nervous or unsure. You don’t have to hide it. This is a big deal.”
A heavy breath escaped my lungs. Even when I didn’t know what I needed, somehow Beau did. I wanted this, but it was hard. I hated that it was, that I couldn’t jump right in to being a gay sex king and had to start at sucking dick 101. “Thank you. I…” Without finishing, I looked down, opened my mouth.
“Look at me when you do it, Ash. See how much pleasure you give me.”
And again, that somehow was exactly what I needed. I was lying between Beau’s hairy thighs, looking into his eyes as I angled his dick toward my mouth and licked it. I started at the base, working my way up before swirling my tongue around the head.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes. I sucked him, savored him. Memorized the feel of every vein. I couldn’t go deep, but just tasting him wasn’t enough, so I pulled off, rooted my nose around in his pubic hair, inhaled his scent.
“Ash…” Beau said huskily, rubbing his hand over my head. I wanted more of that, more of my name on Beau’s tongue, more groans and soft noises of pleasure, so I took him into my mouth again. Alternated between licking his balls and sucking his cock, while wondering what was so scary about this. I wanted it, wanted Beau.
He pumped his hips slightly, not too much, like I would do for him, and I had to admit, my ego sort of wanted to tell him to let loose on me. My gag reflex won out.
When his hand tightened in my hair, I knew he was close, so I pulled off. “What’s the best way to do this?”
“You can keep sucking my cock if you want.”
“I love your dick—not like, love—but I…I really want your hole, Campbell.”
His hand shot out and grabbed his balls.
“Holy shit, did that almost make you come?”
“It was hot as fuck, Ash.”
I moved out of the way while Beau turned over, got on his knees, and bent over, resting on his forearms with his ass in the air.
Kneeling behind him, I spread his cheeks, took in the light dusting of hair in his crack, the tight hole I wanted to ravish. “Christ,” I whispered, rubbing my thumb against it. He clenched, and I did it again. “It’s a pretty fucking hole, Campbell.” I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to say. Could I call his asshole pretty? But it felt like it to me.
“Jesus, you fucking wreck me.”
That put us on equal footing because Beau did the same for me.
Leaning in, I brushed my tongue against his tight ring of muscle. When he moved against me, I did it again and again and again. Beau whimpered, pushed back against me as if he was trying to ride my face. “Fuck yes. That feels good. Give me more, Ash.”
His words fueled me. Using my hands, I spread his cheeks farther, pushed deeper, was pretty sure that his ass was the best place on earth to be. If it was this good with my tongue, what would it ever be like if I got to fuck him?
He tasted like musk and soap. I loved the feel of him against my skin. My cock ached, and each time Beau made a sound in pleasure, it throbbed again.
“Finger me,” he said as he pushed back.
Well, okay. I wasn’t going to argue with that. I sucked my first finger, got it as wet as I could, rubbed it against him. His hole swallowed it up as I slowly pushed the digit inside. “Fuck, you’re tight.” I’d had anal with women before, but it was different with Beau, more with Beau, and we were talking about a fucking finger.
“Yesss. Slide it in and out.”
I’d never had my ass played with. A few girls tried to slip a finger back there, but I never let them, tried to tell myself I didn’t wonder about it because wondering felt like the first admission to the things I’d been trying to hide.
Beau had no qualms about enjoying it, though. He owned his pleasure, begged for more, took control, and offered it at times too. I wanted my tongue in him again, so I did my best to lean in, lick at his rim while finger-fucking him at the same time. When my finger rubbed against a spongy spot, his body jolted.
“Fuck, right there. Rub that right there.”
I’d heard having your prostate played with felt good, but even if I hadn’t, I would have known it from Beau’s reactions. Every time I slid my finger in, I teased that spot. His breathing got more intense—quick, short, panting breaths. His pleasure made my cock leak.
Suddenly, his movements became jerky, his hole clenched, and he threw his head back and shouted my name. It was as if it was the first time I’d heard it, like he was calling me a king. Beau collapsed onto the bed, his orgasm some kind of beacon for mine.
“Jerk off on me.”
“Yeah, okay. Don’t have to tell me twice.” I wrapped a fist around my cock, pulled it, dropped my head back as my balls tightened and the world exploded, never to be the same. I opened my eyes, looked just in time to see my first long spurt land on Beau’s ass, slip in his crack. It was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I cried out as I shot again, this one hitting his lower back.
I fell on his back, sweat and my come making us stick together. “How’d I do?” I asked when my breathing got closer to normal.
“I might not ever want you to stop.”
I smiled against his ass, then kissed it. I didn’t think I’d ever want to stop either.