"Dylan?" Ashton rasped out, feeling broken, feeling complete. His grip on Dylan's shoulders was the only thing keeping him up just then, his legs like jelly — what he could still feel of them, anyway. "I…"
"It's okay, Ashton," Dylan murmured, steady and strong as he leaned his head against Ashton's thigh; heavy, but reassuring. "You're okay."
I'm okay.
"You did good."
I did good?
"I knew you had it in you."
I've got you in me.
But not for long, Dylan's finger was already sliding free from Ashton's hole, leaving a strange hollowness in its place.
Ashton's mind swirled around like a flurry of dry leaves, wisps and pieces flowing here and there as he watched Dylan pull a bandana from his back pocket. He held still as Dylan cleaned them both up.
When the job was done, Ashton pulled his pants up with nerveless fingers. He didn't bother with his belt. Didn't even zip himself away before slumping bonelessly to the ground. Legs sprawled in front of him, Ashton braced his forearms on his knees, bent his head, and just —
Breathed.
"You okay?" Dylan asked softly, moving to sit across from him.
Ashton's laugh came out ragged and husky. Dragging his eyes up, he met Dylan's concerned expression, rasping out as honest an answer as he could give just then.
"I don't know."
Dylan frowned, abruptly reminding Ashton that, well —
We're only half done here, aren't we?
"What do I do?" Ashton asked quietly.
"Do?" Dylan echoed, an uncertain expression swooping over his face.
"Yeah?" Ashton gestured vaguely at Dylan's crotch. "For, uh — for you."
But Dylan only waved him away. "Oh. I can take care of it. I figure you already have enough to deal with tonight."
Like hell you can. And have you go around telling folks I'm selfish or something? If I can do…that,then I'm not gonna let myself be scared off by a…a cock.
"Stop being an idiot," Ashton said out loud, hoisting himself up with a wince to sling a knee over Dylan's lap, straddling those thick, firm thighs between his own. He didn't stop there, either, greedily swallowing up Dylan's gasp as Ashton's mouth crashed into his; body still humming, still hungry, still needing —
Him.
It felt so different like this, perched on Dylan's legs. Like Ashton might unbalance at any time. Against him, Dylan moaned, arching, surprisingly powerful hands gripping Ashton's waist, pleasingly firm. It surprised Ashton how much he already craved this, how easy and natural it had felt to have those hands all over him.
How much he already wanted that again.
Dylan's jeans were half-open, though when he'd unfastened them, Ashton had been too distracted to say. It worked in his favor now, giving him a chance to burrow into Dylan's boxers before either of them could fully think it through. Hand slipping in to cup Dylan’s hard cock, the heaviness familiar yet straining at such an unfamiliar angle, Ashton froze, startled at his own boldness.
"Don't be a tease," Dylan huffed, obviously less impressed. "You don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with, but — get to it, or let me take care of it."
"Who's teasing?" Ashton replied, giving Dylan a hesitant squeeze, and then a few experimental strokes.
Oh, this isstrange.
Not bad, just… new. Very,verynew.
