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Nix sat forward. "Clean it up," he said again, pleased that he sounded hard as nails because inside he was melting already. Like the ice cream scoop on the floor. He gulped, hoping to hell he still looked and sounded tough. His persona, his impression. He wanted to be accepted by the MC. He wanted them thinking he was tough and cool. That's why he'd been cold and denied Ash in front of them all. He was desperate to belong here. It was all so perfect except for that fucker, who was now facing him.
Ash had said Nix would love the MC and goddammit he'd been right. As always. But Nix was too proud and too hurt to acknowledge his thanks.
And now Ash was embarrassing him in front of them all. Nix's new start. Ruined. By Ash.
And Nix felt free.
That fucker chained him up and freed him all at the same time. How did he do it? Nix's fears and worries and desperation about being accepted by the MC...
Nix's heartache and anguish about his sexuality… it all melted away underneath that stare. That playful bold voice.
"Ash, you fucking…” Nix’s voice was creaky as hell.
"Er, we'll go-" Colt’s voice cut through the shimmering hose of heat between Ash and Nix.
Ash didn't blink, didn't break eye contact. "Stay where you are!"
Nix felt his dick kick in his jeans.
Oh Ash was such a fucker. Nix felt it start to happen. That pull that he only felt with Ash. When Ash instructed something he was a tyrant, a dictator, and Nix was nothing but a worthless subject, bowing at Ash's feet. And Nix loved it. He craved it and Ash knew it. He could see it in Nix's eyes. Nix was a fool for thinking he could ignore this, or hide it. Nix was a fool and Ash was rightfully, blissfully, mercifully bringing him back into line.
"Oh Nix, how embarrassing, are you messy?" Ash continued, his voice dropping an octave, "Everyone can see what a fucking mess you are." Nix flashed a glance to the others. Carmelo, Colt and April all stood with varying amounts of shock, embarrassment and amusement. Other people's reactions... the feeling of their eyes on him. The heat... Ash knew it, too, Ash knew what this would be doing to him but he did it anyway... Nix’s mouth was dry, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.
Ash took one step closer, Nix’s gaze was forced even further upwards, for he wasn't breaking eye contact. And Ash wasn't, either. Nix knew that look. Ash's dominant look. Ash's wild, regal, you-will-be-doing-what-I-say look. And Nix would be. He really would be. Nix cleared his stuck together throat. "Clean me up," he croaked.
Ash dipped his head down to eye level with Nix. "Nix, what do you say?" Ash whispered.
The rush from their familiar routine hit him like stepping into a sauna. Bittersweet, it had been too long. It was too hot, almost too much but then... immediately he sunk into it.
His tongue moved in his mouth, his lips forming the inevitable words next. "Ash baby, fucking clean me, please?"
That was Nix throwing down his weapons, surrendering to the unstoppable force of Ash's will. That was Nix admitting defeat. Admitting he was sorry. Admitting yes, he wanted Ash. He was Ash's; he was owned fully and irreparably by Ash.
Could Ash forgive him? Would Ash save his sorry ass?
Ash dropped to his knees and inched forward, coming in between Nix's spread legs. Coming home, right where he belonged.
Ash bent his face forward, only breaking eye contact at the absolute last minute when it was no longer possible to do so.
Ash's lips parted and Nix felt sheer joy and shock and elation about what was about to happen next. Ash stayed on top of his white shirt but the hard strength and hot wetness of Ash's tongue pushed through the fabric with ease.
Nix's brain short circuited, as it always did with Ash.
Ash's tongue licked again, making a path down Nix's body, forging his own trail, like the trailblazer Ash was. Trailblazing down, down, down. Nix could barely breathe.
Then Ash looked up. And Nix looked down. And Nix knew he'd never be without Ash again. Nix was irretrievably Ash's. He would never deny himself again. He would never deny Ash again.
He had been a fool. Ash knew he had been a fool, Nix could see it all over Ash's face. It was a very smug, I-told-you-so kind of look. Nix was only too happy to admit defeat. He conceded ground by laying back and forcing his hands over his face. Ash trifled down into his crotch, bumping against his rock hard cock and making Nix wonder if he felt God's rumbling laughter through the fabric of the universe.
Yeah, fuck them all. Nix wanted Ash, and that was all there was to it.
"Fuck, alright, you win," Nix was aware he was babbling, but he had to get one point across.
Ash made it harder when he bit down on the head of Nix's cock through the thick denim material. Nix gasped and the world tilted a little before Nix could get air in his lungs again.
"Only I want to share. Ash, I want to share a woman with you, it's not that you aren't enough, you are," Nix found he'd been practicing this. Some part of his subconscious brain had been rehearsing this in his mind all this time and now it flowed freely, confidently.
"And I want to watch you, Nixy," came Ash's equally assured reply. "We'll find a girl, we'll come to an arrangement, make a deal..."
