or you can fuck me
He shifted, trying to work out which…
…which do you want to do more?
He didn't know. He didn't know! He didn't know, which meant it wasn't ano, and that was —
It was completely unacceptable. He couldn't. Hecouldn't.
no one will know
Ashton's thumb hovered over the keys of his phone for so long. He tipped his head back, squeezed his eyes closed, and —
Tapped the glass.
[SEND]
Where?
His heart was beating fast, but this time it was anxiety and not lust making it run a million miles a minute.
Look, you just… You sent it. Still doesn't mean you're going.
[Dylan]:
I can be there in 30 min
Faster, if you've got a car and come pick me up from the computer lab
Ashton was up, dressed, and washing his hands before he knew it; checking his teeth in the mirror before he grabbed another mint. He didn’t have a tab tonight, meaning the only thing left to do was claim his jacket from coat check and have the valet bring his car around.
During the day, campus parking was the tenth circle of hell, a true marvel of the modern age standing as a monument to poor planning. But here, late at night, when all but the nerdiest of students had left? It was reasonably empty, offering an oasis of privacy that left Ashton reeling with the realization of just how much of his life — from classes, to meals in Mu Tau Rho's dining room, to even the room he shared with the other guys — was spent hemmed in with other people.
He hadn't thought about it in so many words, but that night on the roof when it'd been just him and Dylan… It'd beenjusthim and Dylan. And that'd been…
Good. It was good.
Turning off the engine, Ashton leaned back in seat as he considered the glowing windows of the computer lab, thumb tapping a staccato pattern on the steering wheel.
If you do this, if youchoosethis…
There's no going back, is there?
It won't just be some stupid thing you tried once on a lark, on a dare.
It won't just be about the sex, if you do this. It won't be like all your other dates, the women you hook up with in bars.
If you could just walk away like you do with them, then you would've done it already. If you do this, you'll have to admit —
It'll be about —
Him.
Ashton closed his eyes, lips parting at the memory of Dylan's mouth on his. The way it had felt to be shoved up against the wall in the closet, the shock and the heat of that hard body pressed flat against his?
The way Dylan had been so careful with him, there up on the roof. Giving Ashton what he needed, taking away the doubt; checking in so Ashton could check out and just…feel.
A calmness spread through him, unrolling like a carpet. Dylan didn't seem to care if Ashton wore the right clothes or the right shoes, went to the right school or fraternity or clubs. He didn't demand or expect anything of Ashton, other than to show up.
