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"I'm not gay.”
"Just words, Nixy boy, they are just words."
"No one touches me." Nix was getting angrier as he got closer. "Get your hands-" he tried to shoulder barge Ash, but Ash sidestepped, stillclinging on like a spider monkey, still pumping himself like a steam powered windmill.
"You come, I come Nix, we're fucked either way. You break the rules, I break the rules, too."
"Fuck you-" Nix realized his utterance didn't sound like an insult. It sounded like a wish. A prayer.
Nix felt the weight of Ash's body tip into him, and a lot of things happened in quick succession.
First, Nix felt Ash's hard cock against his inner thigh. Second, he liked it. Nix liked how Ash felt. He liked how Ash smelled.
Next, Ash was still tugging himself. And Nix himself realized he was still tugging himself, too. And then, he knew he'd reached the apex. He was either going to come or explode.
It felt like both.
"Ash, fuck you," Nix growled and roared, and felt Ash's hip dig into his rock hard cock and send him over. Nix disappeared from this realm of reality.
"Yes Nix, fuck me," Ash growled himself, gritting his teeth, his jaw clenched, neck musclestight. Nix barely heard, barely understood, barely breathed. He was spasming and shaking through the most intense orgasm of his life. Convulsing through a fucking religious experience, through the wrath of the gods themselves. Through the threads of the universe itself.
"What the hellis going on here?" the guard barked harshly, the door clanging open. Such a jarring, hard sound that was so at odds with the situation Ash found himself in. On top of a warm, panting, Nix. All tattoos and anger and cum. Ash felt it on his pants. His arm, and Nix. It glued them together.
Ash felt Nix stare underneath him. And Nix's hand swiped at Ash's body, knocking Ash off.
Ash sat up first. Fuck, that had been fucking fantastic. Ash wanted to just loll about there together, him and Nix, in their post-orgasm high together for a bit. In their bubble. But no, they were rudely interrupted. And fuck, they had to think fast to ensure this didn’t get them in trouble.
One look at Nix and Ash knew he had to take control. Nix was wild. Ash had done this to him, and Nix was unable to talk, to think, to breathe. Ash loved that he’d had such an effect on Nix. That powerful, stubborn man, reduced to an undone wreck on the floor. Fuck. Ash knew he had to sweet talk their way out of this situation, they could not let the guards know they were fucking around. Because Ash wasn’t planning on this being a one time thing. Oh no. Now that Nix was caught, hook, line and sinker, Ash was banking on this being a longer term thing. For the rest of the stay. Because it had been incredible. Nix, all angry and desperate. The physicality of it. The depravity of it. That’s what Ash liked, the crazier, the better. And Nix sure had some crazy in him. His anger, his humiliation kink. He wanted to get angry, he wanted to react. And Ash was more than happy to push his buttons.
Ash cleared his throat. "Guard, thank fuck you arrived-" Ash, turned to the guard, as if Ash himself was the adult in the situation.
The guard glanced at Ash but focused down on Nix. "What the hell? Nixon, we've only just moved you and you're causing trouble again?"
"No, no,” Ash began, lying through his teeth, pulling attention away from Nix. "Nix was no trouble, he had a nightmare, night terrors, I think, I've seen it before with…” Ash cleared his throat and spoke under his breath to the guard, as if Nix was a child who wouldn’t understand, "people like Nix... you know, troubled." Ash flashed the guard a conspiratorial eyebrow raise.
The guard looked on, frowning, bemused. Thrown off.
Perfect. Just what Ash intended.
The guard's eyes darted down to Nix, head in his hands now, elbows on knees, looking down.
"I thought... you two were fighting..." The guard said, surly. Probably annoyed he’d had to get up and get his ass over to them from whatever paper he was reading or donut he was eating. Ash held back his contempt and smiled.
Ash laughed lightly. "Ha, no, not at all, Nix was flailing around in bed, I was worried he was going to fall out, so I got up, and it’s good I did because that's exactly what happened-"
“Why is he wet?" The guard's flashlight pointed straight at the damp patch in Nix's crotch.
Ash made a woeful face and a little tutting sound. "Pissed himself, the trauma of the past," Ash breathed in through his teeth and shook his head. "Such a shame, you know how it is."
The guard looked bored now. "Right."
"Could you get him a new pair of pants? Actually, me, too, as I tried to restrain him I guess, I... got some on myself, too," Ash chuckled, feigning slight embarrassment. As if a bird had shit on him and he'd just gone for coffee at some middle class cafe. As if it was all such a first world problem. A socially embarrassing inconvenience.
In reality, Ash wouldn't have been in the slightest bit embarrassed if Nix had pissed all over him. Piss and come and anything else Nix had wanted to do with him. Ash wanted it all. He wanted this tattooed angry god of a man to commit every sin in the book. And then some.
"Right, okay, I'll get you both new kit," the guard mumbled, mildly annoyed.
Ash sighed and rolled his eyes in mild relief. "Oh thanks so much, that would be so helpful." Ash flashed him his brightest smile. His concierge "good guy" smile.
