Ash?
Ashton shivered, warmth spreading through him at the sound of that in Dylan's mouth.
"Give it to me then," Ashton murmured, licking his lips and shifting closer. "Show me how it's done."
And with a husky, broken-off laugh, Dylan gripped the back of Ashton's neck. Yanking him down to crash their lips together, Dylan laid claim to Ashton's mouth just as he came all over Ashton's hand.
^^^^^
That was…
Ashton blinked as the star he'd been watching climbed higher and higher, until the plane's light finally drifted out of view.
That was…
Beneath his head, Dylan shifted slightly, the softness of his stomach and steady rhythm of his breathing making him an ideal pillow as Ashton tried once again to collect his thoughts.
That was…
Both of them lay crosswise on their backs, Dylan lazily playing with Ashton's hair, which felt…
That was…
Squeezing his eyes shut against the scant handful of partial constellations twinkling determinedly despite the haze of the city lights, Ashton breathed slowly; clenching and re-clenchingaround the ghost of Dylan's touch, the memory of him playing with Ashton's —
Hole. His hole. The hole in his ass, his asshole.
That was…
Ashton had let someone — a guy, Holy Fuck, he'd let aguyfuck his ass, even if it was only a finger. And —
And he'dlikedit.
Neither he nor Dylan had said anything after tucking themselves away and just kind of… winding up entangled together. It was nice. Make no mistake, it wasn't anything likecomfortable. Gravel would be Ashton's last choice of mattress, and December in San Morado might not be a winter wonderland, but it was still pretty cold.
But Dylan was warm and solid against him, his fingers kept gently scratching across Ashton's skull. Ashton's brain still hadn't come fully back online either, so…
Yeah. Ashton wasn't moving unless he absolutely had to.
Unfortunately, it seemed his phone had other plans.
When it dinged, he almost didn't check it. In hindsight, Ashton wished he hadn't. Had rolled over and gone back to kissing Dylan some more, maybe. Or pulled him up to go grab some food someplace. Whatever Dylan wanted, whatever was still open at this hour.
The habit was too deeply ingrained though; hear the sound, check the time.
Like old Pavlov and his pooch.
Ashton frowned at the message for a moment, before the penny finally dropped.
[Mom]:
Who are you bringing to the party?
Building security needs the name of your plus one
She's up late. Must still be taping holiday segments to air on Christmas Day.
Who…
