So Ashton would show up.
You may as well; you've come this far already. What, you thought there was ever a chance of backing down?
Ashton snorted, shutting the door of his car, before stopping in his tracks.
He kicked me out. That morning I was being an ass in the lab. And I - I tried to get him in trouble with his boss, and…
And then he took Ashton up to the roof, instead of throwing Ashton back out on his ass again.
Like I probably deserved.
Ashton bit his lip, leaning against his car.
Alright, so… if he kicked me out, then I shouldstayout. If I want to do this right, I mean. Do it for real. Show him I respect him, that I'm here for more than just…
The memory of two hundred dollars left sitting on the table next to a quarter bottle of brandy flashed in Ashton's mind. Cheeks heating despite the cold, he pulled out his phone — only to stare blankly at their messages, at a complete loss for what to say.
Feels like that note I sent to Lizzy Barlow in the third grade.
Do you like me back?
[_] Yes [_] No
Waiting for inspiration to strike, Ashton scrolled through the history. He had to stop and adjust himself; their chat logs proving to be just as hot the second time around.
He thumbed over to his email, his social media page, the football team's stats. And, okay — so maybe Ashton was stalling while he worked up the nerve. He'd never picked up a guy before tonight.
Not on purpose, anyway.
It really was quiet out here, peaceful in a way he never got at the frat house. If you'd asked him last week, Ashton would've called it boring, maybe, or lame. That all the noise and activity was what made the frat house so much fun.
Ashton looked around, letting the thoughts cometohim instead of chasing them away. He found himself on Instabooklrsearching for — in incognito mode, of course — blogs with advice on…
Wow.
With advice oneverything.With detail. And images. And —
Ashton clicked a link.
"Hey, Papi."
PAUSE. PAUSE. PAUSE.
Frantically, Ashton looked around for anyone who might've overheard. Relief flooded through him; the parking lot was still just as deserted as before.
The guy on his screen was built wiry and lean, with a tone to his skin as deep as his voice. Going by the screen name 'Rey Verde',he wore a green luchador mask with gold accents that matched his single glove, and a sultry smile.
And absolutely nothing else.
Ashton swallowed sharply and — looking around himself one more time — hit play.
"Been thinking about you," the camboy said as he stroked his cock. Biting his bottom lip, he tipped his hips, letting his thighs fall open to reveal…
Everything. Ashton could see everything. And he liked everything he saw.
"You been thinking about me?" the camboy asked, pure mischief glinting in those eyes.
I sure am now…
