Beyond weird. It's just… huh. That's…
Huh.
[ Dylan ]:
Do you like it?
Honestly? Ashton wasn't sure. It was… interesting was too strong a word for it, but the idea that any part of him could be so…
Hrm. Silky?
It was undiscovered territory that'd been with him his entire life. So… he'd done that now.
But do I like it?
No
What was there to like?
[ Dylan ]:
Then stop
Maybe if…?
Did you stop?
Seated now, Ashton could get a better angle, one that let him go a bit deeper. Though still not as far as Dylan had managed, much to Ashton’s frustration.
Doesn't feel like when you did it
Ashton shifted, trying again. But honestly? It just highlighted Dylan's absence all the more, filling —
No,notfilling, and that's the problem.
— leaving him feeling hollow, wishing for something more.
[Dylan]:
u want me to come over and help?
Dylan, coming here to the bar?
Ashton winced. As much as he liked the idea of taking Dylan out on the town and showing him a good time; of showing him off?
We'll stick out like two sore thumbs, won't we?
And Ashton…he wasn't ready for that, not by a long shot.
No
Can't bring him back to the frat house either. Not just because of what the guys will think —
Though, sure,mostlybecause of what the guys would think.
— but I'm pretty sure the 'no women past the first floor' rule extends to cover any person you find fuckable.
Though how they'd have to word the bylaws if two fraternity brothers ever started hooking up, Ashton had no idea.
