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Chapter eleven – Low and seductive
Nobody said highschool was easy, and Reona knows it best. He's gay, he's in love, and guess what? He reads minds, but the only person his powers won't work on is Ashton, the way-out-of-his-league c...
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Reona watched, spellbound as Ashton finished unbuttoning his shirt and dragged it down his shoulders, and the embarrassment only hit him after he pushed him down onto the couch and crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs. He felt the blood race up to his cheeks and reverse, shooting down to his groin when Ashton pulled his tee-shirt over his head, giving him a good look at the results of his daily workout. Although it wasn’t his first time seeing him shirtless, having those washboard abs at arms-reach almost short-circuited his brain, and it must have shown on his face, because the jock flashed him a smug smile.
Ashton soon put his mouth to a better use, kissing him long and slow before moving on to tease one nipple with his tongue and the other with the pad of his thumb. Reona closed his eyes and bit down on his lip to muffle a whimper. God, did it feel good. The jock must’ve read his handbook, because he knew exactly how to push his buttons, and everything he did made a beeline to the hard-on tenting in his jeans. He wasn’t sure how he’d react to the hard evidence that he was getting with a guy, but he got the feeling he was about to find out, and it scared him shitless.
He’d never planned to confess to Ashton, even though they’d probably never run into each other after graduation. What was the point, anyway? Getting flat-out rejected wouldn’t even be that big of a blow to him, and he didn’t need it to move on, so he might as well spare himself the humiliation. But now that they were together – despite how hard it was for Reona to drive the fact home – he didn’t think he could handle it. He would die if the jock freaked out on him. No matter how little what Ashton had to offer was, he wanted it all.
Reona was just about to ask for a time-out when Ashton dipped his tongue into his bellybutton, and all that came out was a strangled cry. He shuddered and fisted a handful of dark-brown hair on impulse, torn between pushing him away and pressing him closer, but then it hit him that there was no way the jock would’ve missed his hard-on when it was right on his face. Ashton lapped his tongue on the surrounding skin for a bit more, nipping at the edge, and then crawled back up to kiss him on the lips, and Reona was just about convinced he was safe when a pair of deft fingers had him unbuttoned and unzipped him in record time.
Whoa there. “W-wait—,”
“Don’t worry,” Ashton purred in between kisses, “I brought protection,”
His slowpoke of a brain took a handful of seconds to process, distracted by the jock’s body heat on his skin, and Reona almost felt his cheeks sizzle when it hit him.
The thought of having sex with him was as amazing as it was scary. Ashton could have anyone he wanted, and wanted him, but Reona wasn’t kidding himself. He knew Elliot’s mind on the subject, and couldn’t bring himself to differ – even being the girls’ designated stud got boring after a while, so the jock was taking boys for a spin. It was all about breaking the routine. Why else would Ashton sleep with him when he could so do much better?
Ashton urged him to lift his hips so he could get his jeans off, and Reona hesitated for a moment before complying. Come on, he told himself, isn’t this what you wanted? Well, yeah, he wanted to have sex with Ashton… eventually. He was sex-curious as much as the next virgin, and hadn’t planned on playing coy and sleeping with him only after the third date, but he’d at least hoped that by the time they first did it he’d be sure enough it wouldn’t be a hit-and-run.
“Ashton,”
“Hmm?” the jock hummed against the nape of his neck.
“Uh, you see,” Reona started, his voice coming out sharp and shaky, “I’ve never really, uh, done this before,”
“Yeah, I figured,”
“So, uh, would it be okay if we, uh, didn’t, uh, you know?”
Ashton heaved an annoyed sigh and shifted to sit back on his heels, and Reona closed his eyes, damning himself. Way to go, me. He waited for him to go, but didn’t feel the jock’s weight leave the couch, so he opened them again to see him fumble with his own zipper and shove his slacks to his midthighs, showing him the impressive bulge in his underwear.
“You gonna leave me like this then?” he demanded, his tone low and seductive as he took one of Reona’s hand and cupped the hump with the palm, thrusting against it. “High and dry?”
Reona licked his lips and stared, transfixed, waiting for his brain to restart after overloading on sexiness. No wonder Ashton didn’t know what a knockback was, if that’s the kind of stunt he pulled to have his way. His senses narrowed to the hot piece of flesh against his palm, and he stroked it tentatively. The jock closed his eyes and exhaled heavily before bending forward to kiss him, pinning him to the couch with his weight, and then rolled his hips against him.
Reona moaned out loud and spread his thighs, offering himself to the friction, and saw fireworks setting off behind his eyelids. The jock let go of his mouth and nuzzled his ear, panting damp, hot breaths into it every time he rocked against him, slowly at first, but then he picked up speed, humping him almost desperately.
“Reona…”
He felt the cold pressure settle in the pits of his stomach and steeled himself not to come, but fighting it off was way too hard when Ashton was purring his name with that husky bedroom voice of his, so he just let it happen, the kick of his climax making him shudder and moan. Reona was too busy basking it to care about Ashton’s own chase, but didn’t miss it when he came, growling in the sexiest way and splashing his belly with wet warmth. He let the jock lay on him for a moment to catch his breath, and then felt him ease off him, rolling to his side.
Reona couldn’t even be bothered to feel embarrassed, still bowled over how he could make someone like Ashton come so spectacularly just by lying there. That is, until the sticky mess on his belly started cooling off and he realized just what they’d done. He clumsily got the couch, fishing his shirt from the floor to wipe himself.
Ashton too sat up, cringing at the yucky feeling of come on his skin. “Can I, uh, use the bathroom?”
“Uh, sure. Down the hall to your left,”
Reona dropped heavily onto the couch after the jock left, and curled into a ball, holding on for dear life to that thin thread of judgment that kept him from giggling his excitement away like a schoolgirl in love.
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He watched Reo wash the lab equipment in the sink, humming with a silly grin plastered on his face. Humming, for crying out loud! He didn’t even know which of them was the most ridiculous, Reo for hopping around like a ball of happy, or Elliot himself for sulking on the corner for the third day in a row. Because he had every reason and some to sulk.
Reo had done it with Ashton and didn’t even tell him, his best friend. Not that he wanted an after-sex talk, or any details for that matter – he wasn’t that masochistic – but he’d expected Reo to at least let him know, even if just to brag. And although he knew his friend was keeping it from him for his own good, he just couldn’t help brooding. He was being childish, and he knew it – he’d been acting cold towards him for the last couple of days, keeping his distance, because he didn’t trust himself not to lash out on him and burst his bubble.
To tell the truth, he was just plain jealous. When he’d dropped that empty threat on Ashton’s lap, he’d honestly expected him to back off, but now that it had so clearly backfired, he was at loss. Just picturing the jock having his way with Reo made him want to bust a wall. Well, at least they hadn’t gone all the way yet, judging from the way Reo still walked, but there was no mistaking what the gleam on his face was about. He was getting some, and loving it.
“Hey, you listening to me?”
Elliot snapped out of it and found Mae flapping a hand right in front of his eyes, trying to get his attention.
“I asked, when’s the report due?” She tilted her head to the side, eyeing him with worry. “What’s the matter? You’re like, miles away,”
“It’s nothing,”
Mae’s face screamed ‘not buying it’ as she sat her chin on her palm, glancing in Reo’s direction. “Reo’s pretty sexy lately, don’t you think?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Cheery. Cuter, maybe. Unlike someone I know, who looks like something crawled up his ass and died,” she added, shooting him a meaningful look, but Elliot couldn’t be bothered to react. “Maybe he got a girlfriend. Ashton’s a girl magnet, after all,”
He snorted at the irony. Shrewd as Mae usually was, she’d still gotten it both right and wrong. But then, if she knew Reo and Ashton were hanging out, it was a matter of time until everyone else in school did, and he sure as hell would like to know how the jock would explain it. Maybe their relationship would just end up collapsing by itself, even without Elliot‘s meddling.
“I wonder who’s he gonna take to prom,”
“I don’t really see Reo going to prom,”
“I was talking about Ashton. Since he broke up with Candy, I wonder who he’s going with,”
You have a point there. Ashton was running for prom king with no real competition, and Candy was on her way to being the queen, but she could still have her spotlight stolen if he were to start dating someone else, and everyone expected him to. Not having a prom date was every jock’s worst nightmare, and Ashton had too many girl options not to get one – it’d be too suspicious. Reo obviously didn’t fit into the picture, and Elliot couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for him.
“Why don’t you ask him out?” he asked, innocently. Maybe Reo would take it better if Mae were to be the jock’s date.
Mae suddenly went quiet and hung her head, shadowing her face with her hair. “Well, actually, I was going to take the chance to ask you to prom now,”
Elliot bit down on his lip. He was so used to having her around that sometimes he’d forget and be a plain jerk. It’s not that he didn’t like her – she was pretty, smart and mood maker, and he liked working together with her, but that was all. Her being a girl wasn’t the problem either, because he was damned sure he liked girls as the day was long. Whatever he felt for Reo was a once in a lifetime thing, and his friend was pretty much one of a kind as well.
He’d never led her on, and wouldn’t start doing it now, but turning her down without hurting her was a whole other story. “Prom’s still months away, you know?” Drop it. Please drop it.
“Yeah,” Mae smiled wryly and shoved her hands in her lab coat’s pockets. “I thought I’d ask you before anyone did, that’s all,”
Like I have girls lining up to ask me. “I don’t even know if I’m going anyway,”
“Why so?”
Because deep inside I’m hoping Reo will come to his senses and break up with Ashton, and we’ll spend the night gaming away like every other dance so far, he thought. “Not my thing,”
“You went to Ashton’s birthday party even though it wasn’t your thing,”
Get a hint, will you? “Yeah, what a hammer party. Ask my face about it,”
“Okay. I’ll, uh, go ahead without you guys,”
Mae grabbed her backpack and literally flew out the room. Elliot sighed and leaned back on the chair. Just when I thought my future was getting brighter.
Ashton soon put his mouth to a better use, kissing him long and slow before moving on to tease one nipple with his tongue and the other with the pad of his thumb. Reona closed his eyes and bit down on his lip to muffle a whimper. God, did it feel good. The jock must’ve read his handbook, because he knew exactly how to push his buttons, and everything he did made a beeline to the hard-on tenting in his jeans. He wasn’t sure how he’d react to the hard evidence that he was getting with a guy, but he got the feeling he was about to find out, and it scared him shitless.
He’d never planned to confess to Ashton, even though they’d probably never run into each other after graduation. What was the point, anyway? Getting flat-out rejected wouldn’t even be that big of a blow to him, and he didn’t need it to move on, so he might as well spare himself the humiliation. But now that they were together – despite how hard it was for Reona to drive the fact home – he didn’t think he could handle it. He would die if the jock freaked out on him. No matter how little what Ashton had to offer was, he wanted it all.
Reona was just about to ask for a time-out when Ashton dipped his tongue into his bellybutton, and all that came out was a strangled cry. He shuddered and fisted a handful of dark-brown hair on impulse, torn between pushing him away and pressing him closer, but then it hit him that there was no way the jock would’ve missed his hard-on when it was right on his face. Ashton lapped his tongue on the surrounding skin for a bit more, nipping at the edge, and then crawled back up to kiss him on the lips, and Reona was just about convinced he was safe when a pair of deft fingers had him unbuttoned and unzipped him in record time.
Whoa there. “W-wait—,”
“Don’t worry,” Ashton purred in between kisses, “I brought protection,”
His slowpoke of a brain took a handful of seconds to process, distracted by the jock’s body heat on his skin, and Reona almost felt his cheeks sizzle when it hit him.
The thought of having sex with him was as amazing as it was scary. Ashton could have anyone he wanted, and wanted him, but Reona wasn’t kidding himself. He knew Elliot’s mind on the subject, and couldn’t bring himself to differ – even being the girls’ designated stud got boring after a while, so the jock was taking boys for a spin. It was all about breaking the routine. Why else would Ashton sleep with him when he could so do much better?
Ashton urged him to lift his hips so he could get his jeans off, and Reona hesitated for a moment before complying. Come on, he told himself, isn’t this what you wanted? Well, yeah, he wanted to have sex with Ashton… eventually. He was sex-curious as much as the next virgin, and hadn’t planned on playing coy and sleeping with him only after the third date, but he’d at least hoped that by the time they first did it he’d be sure enough it wouldn’t be a hit-and-run.
“Ashton,”
“Hmm?” the jock hummed against the nape of his neck.
“Uh, you see,” Reona started, his voice coming out sharp and shaky, “I’ve never really, uh, done this before,”
“Yeah, I figured,”
“So, uh, would it be okay if we, uh, didn’t, uh, you know?”
Ashton heaved an annoyed sigh and shifted to sit back on his heels, and Reona closed his eyes, damning himself. Way to go, me. He waited for him to go, but didn’t feel the jock’s weight leave the couch, so he opened them again to see him fumble with his own zipper and shove his slacks to his midthighs, showing him the impressive bulge in his underwear.
“You gonna leave me like this then?” he demanded, his tone low and seductive as he took one of Reona’s hand and cupped the hump with the palm, thrusting against it. “High and dry?”
Reona licked his lips and stared, transfixed, waiting for his brain to restart after overloading on sexiness. No wonder Ashton didn’t know what a knockback was, if that’s the kind of stunt he pulled to have his way. His senses narrowed to the hot piece of flesh against his palm, and he stroked it tentatively. The jock closed his eyes and exhaled heavily before bending forward to kiss him, pinning him to the couch with his weight, and then rolled his hips against him.
Reona moaned out loud and spread his thighs, offering himself to the friction, and saw fireworks setting off behind his eyelids. The jock let go of his mouth and nuzzled his ear, panting damp, hot breaths into it every time he rocked against him, slowly at first, but then he picked up speed, humping him almost desperately.
“Reona…”
He felt the cold pressure settle in the pits of his stomach and steeled himself not to come, but fighting it off was way too hard when Ashton was purring his name with that husky bedroom voice of his, so he just let it happen, the kick of his climax making him shudder and moan. Reona was too busy basking it to care about Ashton’s own chase, but didn’t miss it when he came, growling in the sexiest way and splashing his belly with wet warmth. He let the jock lay on him for a moment to catch his breath, and then felt him ease off him, rolling to his side.
Reona couldn’t even be bothered to feel embarrassed, still bowled over how he could make someone like Ashton come so spectacularly just by lying there. That is, until the sticky mess on his belly started cooling off and he realized just what they’d done. He clumsily got the couch, fishing his shirt from the floor to wipe himself.
Ashton too sat up, cringing at the yucky feeling of come on his skin. “Can I, uh, use the bathroom?”
“Uh, sure. Down the hall to your left,”
Reona dropped heavily onto the couch after the jock left, and curled into a ball, holding on for dear life to that thin thread of judgment that kept him from giggling his excitement away like a schoolgirl in love.
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He watched Reo wash the lab equipment in the sink, humming with a silly grin plastered on his face. Humming, for crying out loud! He didn’t even know which of them was the most ridiculous, Reo for hopping around like a ball of happy, or Elliot himself for sulking on the corner for the third day in a row. Because he had every reason and some to sulk.
Reo had done it with Ashton and didn’t even tell him, his best friend. Not that he wanted an after-sex talk, or any details for that matter – he wasn’t that masochistic – but he’d expected Reo to at least let him know, even if just to brag. And although he knew his friend was keeping it from him for his own good, he just couldn’t help brooding. He was being childish, and he knew it – he’d been acting cold towards him for the last couple of days, keeping his distance, because he didn’t trust himself not to lash out on him and burst his bubble.
To tell the truth, he was just plain jealous. When he’d dropped that empty threat on Ashton’s lap, he’d honestly expected him to back off, but now that it had so clearly backfired, he was at loss. Just picturing the jock having his way with Reo made him want to bust a wall. Well, at least they hadn’t gone all the way yet, judging from the way Reo still walked, but there was no mistaking what the gleam on his face was about. He was getting some, and loving it.
“Hey, you listening to me?”
Elliot snapped out of it and found Mae flapping a hand right in front of his eyes, trying to get his attention.
“I asked, when’s the report due?” She tilted her head to the side, eyeing him with worry. “What’s the matter? You’re like, miles away,”
“It’s nothing,”
Mae’s face screamed ‘not buying it’ as she sat her chin on her palm, glancing in Reo’s direction. “Reo’s pretty sexy lately, don’t you think?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Cheery. Cuter, maybe. Unlike someone I know, who looks like something crawled up his ass and died,” she added, shooting him a meaningful look, but Elliot couldn’t be bothered to react. “Maybe he got a girlfriend. Ashton’s a girl magnet, after all,”
He snorted at the irony. Shrewd as Mae usually was, she’d still gotten it both right and wrong. But then, if she knew Reo and Ashton were hanging out, it was a matter of time until everyone else in school did, and he sure as hell would like to know how the jock would explain it. Maybe their relationship would just end up collapsing by itself, even without Elliot‘s meddling.
“I wonder who’s he gonna take to prom,”
“I don’t really see Reo going to prom,”
“I was talking about Ashton. Since he broke up with Candy, I wonder who he’s going with,”
You have a point there. Ashton was running for prom king with no real competition, and Candy was on her way to being the queen, but she could still have her spotlight stolen if he were to start dating someone else, and everyone expected him to. Not having a prom date was every jock’s worst nightmare, and Ashton had too many girl options not to get one – it’d be too suspicious. Reo obviously didn’t fit into the picture, and Elliot couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for him.
“Why don’t you ask him out?” he asked, innocently. Maybe Reo would take it better if Mae were to be the jock’s date.
Mae suddenly went quiet and hung her head, shadowing her face with her hair. “Well, actually, I was going to take the chance to ask you to prom now,”
Elliot bit down on his lip. He was so used to having her around that sometimes he’d forget and be a plain jerk. It’s not that he didn’t like her – she was pretty, smart and mood maker, and he liked working together with her, but that was all. Her being a girl wasn’t the problem either, because he was damned sure he liked girls as the day was long. Whatever he felt for Reo was a once in a lifetime thing, and his friend was pretty much one of a kind as well.
He’d never led her on, and wouldn’t start doing it now, but turning her down without hurting her was a whole other story. “Prom’s still months away, you know?” Drop it. Please drop it.
“Yeah,” Mae smiled wryly and shoved her hands in her lab coat’s pockets. “I thought I’d ask you before anyone did, that’s all,”
Like I have girls lining up to ask me. “I don’t even know if I’m going anyway,”
“Why so?”
Because deep inside I’m hoping Reo will come to his senses and break up with Ashton, and we’ll spend the night gaming away like every other dance so far, he thought. “Not my thing,”
“You went to Ashton’s birthday party even though it wasn’t your thing,”
Get a hint, will you? “Yeah, what a hammer party. Ask my face about it,”
“Okay. I’ll, uh, go ahead without you guys,”
Mae grabbed her backpack and literally flew out the room. Elliot sighed and leaned back on the chair. Just when I thought my future was getting brighter.
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