Or use your safe word
Ashton leaned against the bar.
asshole
[ Dylan ]:
Is that an offer?
The. Fuck?
Because sure
send me a pic of that too
Ashton scowled, unable to believe this guy. Dylan didn't seriously expect Ashton to take a photo of himself and send it to him to jerk off to, did he?
Except… you've gotta admit, that's kind of hot.
No. No, it wasn't.
You enjoyed those nudes Allison sent you last month, didn't you?
That wasn't the same thing.
How?
Well, because… because Ashton was absolutely not doing…that. Ever.
…Probably.
Ashton looked around the bar, desperate for any distraction. Anything at all that could —
[Dylan]:
I'm game however you want to do this
Damn it.
How am I supposed to even answer that?
Ashton tried a few responses, but deleted them all. Biting his lip, he finally typed in something simple.
Do what?
Leaning back against the bar with the air of a doomed man, Ashton waited for the axe to fall. That it came along with a —
Bloooooooooop.
— sound effect was really just pissing him off now.
[Dylan]:
Go find a bathroom, lock the door, and text me when you've got your cock in your hands
Oh,God.
Ashton…wasnotgoing to do that. What he was going to do was order himself a scotch — adouble, dammit — and then go chat up the lady smiling at him from down the bar.
