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“Eh, that’s a shame. I think your friend would love it. Thirty-five, my final offer.”
Ashok was tempted, and sensing his hesitation, the guy took the bodysuit down, placing it in a plastic bag along with the butt plug.
“I can sense when someone is new to this. I hope your friend enjoys it, but don’t hesitate to come back if you ever need anything else.”
Ashok took the bag, handing the money to him.
He was excited at the prospect of wearing them and calculated how long he’d need for his arse to feel a bit better. He was guessing a day or so. That would take them to the weekend; maybe Saturday would be the right time.
He made his way to the supermarket, oddly proud of his purchase. He bought some essentials: bread, milk, butter and some vegetables he could use for a meal later.
It was early, though, and Hayden wouldn’t be finished at the coffee shop for a while yet. It seemed stupid to go sit and wait for what could be a few hours.
He got out his phone and texted Hayden.
Shopping done - on my way home. I’ll cook x
There was no reply, but he knew Hayden didn’t always have his phone on him, often leaving it in his office. He’d pick it up soon enough. He wasn’t concerned.
He ordered an Uber and sat waiting, browsing his phone. He opened up Instagram, flicking through reels and stories before looking through his feed. Lots of posts about dance and puppies, his favourite subjects. A post from one of his favourite K-pop bands, Kings. He’d been following them for some time, and while it wasn’t what he usually listened to, he had a bit of a crush on one of the members, the one with the blue hair.
Another picture caught his eye. It was a post from Nava, posted by Seb, some pictures of the Christmas showcase and also one or two of the lessons. All the parents signed a consent form to say they allowed their children’s photographs to be used, but not once did he think it’d be an issue for him.
Right there, front and centre, was an image of Ashok, smiling as he taught a class. He wore black leggings and a plain white cropped shirt. His hair was up as usual, and he looked happy, doing the thing he loved. Dancing and teaching.
It had been posted a few days ago, and he’d been tagged, but as usual, he’d not received the notification. He’d heard Hayden complaining about it, more so with Facebook, but he didn’t have one of those accounts. Far too easy for people to find him when he was trying to hide.
He didn’t think his brothers were on Insta, and he was sure his parents weren’t. He rarely posted and never pictures of himself. Should he be cross at Seb for posting it? As he’d not told them of his reasons for leaving, he couldn’t really complain and was fairly confident he’d slide under the radar.
He looked up from his phone. Where the hell was his Uber? He’d had no notification it was close by, which was a pain in the arse, but he’d wait. He was in no rush.
Half an hour he waited, and it still hadn’t arrived. He flagged down a normal taxi, knowing it would cost him far more, but it had started to rain and there was no way he was going to sit around and wait.
He struggled to the door with the bags, fumbling for his keys in the small bag he carried, finally finding them. He was getting soaked in this rain.
The door was being particularly tricky today, requiring a lot of wiggling and swearing until eventually it opened. Leaving the door open, he carried the bags into the kitchen, dumping them on the kitchen counter. He’d need to make sure he moved his ‘special’ purchase before Hayden came home.
He grabbed the bag and ran up the stairs, hiding it away in the small room. He didn’t want Hayden to find it.
Shit! He ran down the stairs, seeing the front door still wide open, his keys in the lock. He’d been so eager to hide the bag he’d forgotten to close it.
His heart stopped as the last person he wanted to see stood in the doorway.
“Hello, son. Long time no see.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hayden
Haydenwasstillona high from the night before. Admittedly, he’d not carried through on his promise to make Ashok come many, many times, but in his defence, he was tired and Ashok had slept like a baby. When he woke up in the early hours of the morning, as much as he’d been tempted to wake him, he didn’t have the heart.
Ashok lay on his stomach, his long dark hair spilling across the pillow. He’d run his fingers through it, enjoying its softness, bringing it to his nose to smell. Coconut, always coconut. Ashok shifted, on the bed, not waking.
Ordinarily, Hayden always went for men with short hair, but something about Ash’s did something to him. Hayden stroked lightly down his back, placing soft kisses along his spine, paying particular attention to his scars. He wouldn’t wake him on purpose. He must have been tired but should he wake, maybe they could carry on where they’d left off. No arse play, though, he had to be a little sore.
Ashok had continued to sleep, and he’d watched him like some creeper. He was struggling to understand how he’d fallen for him so quickly. When he thought back to his friends, though, Seb had fallen for Joe almost instantly and even though Dom had known Jacob before, this time around things had moved so quickly they’d hardly had time to breathe.
Hayden had always hoped for the same, but as time wore on and he found no one, he had resigned himself to being the eternal bachelor, convinced he was now paying the price for his previous misdeeds.
