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I hadn’t been this hard and ready for anyone in years, but when I pulled on his neck and made his head fall back, I almost cracked.

Those whines I’d been hearing–they were coming from a trembling lip and weak face. Ash was almost panting, eyes closed, and hands dangling limp at his sides.

I pinched a little tighter, and he opened his eyes, locking them on me, and shuddering.

The power this kid had over me right now–you’d think it was me on my knees for him.

“S-still normal?” he stuttered out, barely making the words out before his eyes fell shut again. I wasn’t sure what he was asking me, at least not until I looked over his body and found what he was so concerned about.

There at his waist, tenting his sweatpants, was an aggressive imprint of his erection. I’d made a point to block out how many times I'd seen him get hard over the last few weeks, but now that I was permitting myself, it was all I could see.

And it looked painful.

Oh, god–I really should have just let go and left. I had no business doing any of this.

This was it–the point you didn’t come back from.

“Still normal,” I said slowly, deeply, as I knelt in front of him. “You feel okay, Ash?”

His face buckled, but his eyes stayed on mine. “What’s wrong with me?” he breathed, letting out a soft moan when my thumb shifted against his heated skin–more grounding than controlling now.

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” I said quietly, letting him enjoy the massage on his neck as his head lulled back again. “You want me to let go?”

This needed to stop–I knew that.

I knew exactly what I was doing…I just didn’t stop.

Ash blinked, like it took effort to process. His mouth parted, closed, then opened again. His brows pulled together faintly, something uncertain flickering through his expression.

His gaze locked on mine again, sharper this time—aware, even if just barely.

“No.”

Chapter 10

Ash

This was bad.

This was the most not in control I'd ever felt…and I liked it?

It was hard enough to get my brain to focus long enough to answer a stupid question right now, but to do mental gymnastics about why this felt good?

That was asking too much of me.

All I knew was how weirdly vulnerable I felt walking out of that shower tonight, only to get slapped with a wave of feelings I didn’t like, watching Thayer massage Carp. I didn’t like seeing those hands on him–those hands made me groan like that, not Carp.

It was a weird amount of anger in my chest, and I had no interest in talking that out with Thayer…at least not twenty minutes ago.

Now?

I wasn’t sure how I'd react to Thayer leaving me alone–the very thing I was asking of him just a few minutes ago.

“Okay,” Thayer rumbled, nodding slowly and deepening the massage on my neck a little. “I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. Understand?”

Nodding weakly, I let out a pathetic groan at another painful flex in my dick.

I didn’t have the brain capacity to rationalize why I was so hard right now–all I knew was it was brutal. It was demanding attention, and I was pretty sure I could feel it leaking every time his gravely voice reached the right octave.