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"Climb up. No need to liedown inyourbed, Nix," Ash's silky voice drifted up to him.
"What, here?" Nix frowned, he was a meter from Ash, standing, his crotch at Ash’s eye level.
"Here. Now," Ash commanded. And Nix's cock oozed a drop of precum.
"Fuck, I'm not sure..."
“I'm starting Nix, wouldn't want you to get left behind now, would we?" Ash's voice was a tiny bit breathless. A bit deeper. Nix recognized it. It was how Ash sounded when he was touching himself. Fucking his hand. Turned on.
Nix heard it now, too. The small, yet rhythmic creaking of the bed. The subtle squelch of wetness of flesh.
Nix frowned and jealousy shuttered through him.
"Fucking bastard, wait a minute," Nix said, huffing moodily.
"Now, Nix, right here," Ash panted.
Nix growled, and against his better judgment, thrust his hand down his pants.
They'd been at this for six nights now. Ash talking about his previous escapades. Nix lapping it up, literally, lying in the top bunk fucking himself into oblivion to the sound of Ash's voice. And Ash, pulling him back from the edge, every night. Every time he thought he was about to blow, every time he thought his eyes were going to shoot out of their sockets. And Ash seemed to know, he was intuitive and insightful. Ash was getting to know Nix well. Very well. As Nix was getting to know Ash well, too.
But now Ash was perched on the edge of his bunk, legs open. And Nix was stood up, his crotch not far from Ash's face.
Nix's eyes turned to Ash's. Ash was looking. Eyes glued to Nix's crotch. Hunger all over.
"Fuck,'' Nix said. It was all he was able to say these days. Ash and his edging had rendered Nix incoherent. He frowned. "But Ash, you're not gay, all the stories are women..."
"All the stories you've heard so far..." Ash panted back, surprising Nix with his breathlessness, so suddenly.
"Fuck, I'm not gay-" Nix said, squeezing his eyes shut. This was too much.
"Forget the label, you're turned on as fuck right now, aren't you?" Ash weedled.
"Yeah," Nix said.
"Me, too, Nixy boy.”
"I don't... I'm not..."
"Shh, just feel it."
"I've got to come, Ash, it hurts too much.”
He heard Ash suck his teeth. "Another day, Nix, we said we’d last a week."
Nix let out a breath. He felt it within him. He was past the point of no return. He wanted to blow. He was going to, goddammit. Ash being this close to him, staring at him like that… it was sending hot and cold shards of lightning down his veins.
“Can't… wait..." Nix tipped his head back, eyes closed, aching. He felt himself on the edge.
Then he felt something else. A hand on his forearm. Ash's warm hand, trying to restrain him.
His eyes flew open. Panic kicked in. "Get your fucking hands off me," Nix rasped. But Ash held on.
Nix was angry. He was turned on and he was angry. He was angry that he was turned on. He felt on fire.
But Ash didn't let go. Nix's brain was screaming at him. Alarm bells blaring in his head. "Let go."
"No," Ash's calm defiant voice came back. Close. Closer than Nix realized.
