#gripping the sink staring into the mirror. these men are in their THIRTIES they bought and designed a FOREVER HOME TOGETHER

[phaginof]

well if you’re wondering the evil teenager in my brain did pick up on “you stay awake seething about a lot of things” 👍🏼

[lacheri]

streets

pairing: dom!Levi x stripper!fem bodied reader

content: modern au, sex work (stripping), degradation, hint of praise kink, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, choking, slapping, dom/sub themes, Levi's a whole freak in the sheets, also mf has a split personality, minors DNI

summary: erwin drags his lonely best friend, levi, out to a strip club.

wc: 7.7k

Violent vibrations of bass shook through your platform teasers, one leg moving tantalizingly slow in front of the other as neon lights flashed around you. The silver pole loomed in front of you, your hips swaying as you strutted across the stage. You could feel the intense stare of eyes belonging to strangers as you finally wrapped your fingers one by one around the cold metal, circling so slowly around it, pushing your ass and chest out on display. You flicked your eyes up, heavy from false eyelashes, and searched around you.

Some familiar faces, most new, met your gaze as the club’s lights lit up in a dark red. They were all focused on you, sitting forward patiently in their plush seats, waiting to devour your body with their eyes. You leaned your back against the pole, looking down at your body. You were glad you had worn your favorite set of dancing gear, a see-through black mesh bralette and a matching set of panties, and of course, your six inch sparkly pleaser heels. It was simple, yet so effective when it came to the stuffed wallets of your onlookers.

There was one man in the sea of others who caught your attention tonight though. He sat directly in the center, his expression seemingly unamused and unentertained. You wanted to roll your eyes, discarding yourself of this fantasy you were presenting on stage. You resisted the urge, instead, turning your head in the opposite direction, and rolled your torso until you sat crouched. You leaned forward, head turned straight now, ass sticking right up in the air as the tops of your breasts squished against the stage. You used the leverage from your knees to shake your exposed ass cheeks, watching the raven haired man bring his hand to his face, stroking along his jaw as he took in the sight of you.

You parted your legs slowly, bringing a knee in front of the other, crawling towards the edge of the stage. You pushed yourself up from your elbows until you were in an upright position, allowing your hips to sink forward as you continued to roll your body to the beat. Still, no reaction, or sign that he was going to throw money on you, you scoffed internally and turned your attention to the blonde gentleman sitting closely next to him, a wad of dollar bills crushing in his grip. You smirked mischievously, leaning backwards until you felt the cold metal brush against your back. Flattening out, you brought your legs up, shaking them high in the air to allow your ass and thighs to move in rhythm. You felt the air brush past you as bills went flying in the air, and you smiled in euphoria. Money was your love language, and anyone who threw bills at your half naked form became your lover for however long your dance lasted.

You placed your feet on solid ground, leveraging yourself upwards to a full stand, turning around sauntering back to the pole. You wrapped a lone leg around the cold cylinder, elongated from your heels, and jumped into a spin. Your hands gripped high above you, dangling your head back as you swung in a pretty circle, your other leg posed straight down. Once you had found this balance, you let your right hand leave the stability of the pole, running it down the front of your body, over the swell of your breasts and the flat of your stomach, stopping right before you met your center. You slid downwards until both your feet met the stage floor as you crouched once more, popping your ass out to move the muscles one at a time of your cheeks. You glanced backwards, and you were pleased to see the dark haired man’s cold steel eyes locked in on your body.

He was very handsome, as was his blonde friend. Your best guess was that they were in their late twenties, maybe early thirties. You watched the ravenette reached in his pocket, almost in disgust as he pulled out single bills. You couldn’t see the dollar amount from your angle, so you maneuvered back onto your knees to give all your attention to the man in front of you. You tried the same move as before, crawling on all fours as seductively as you could, this time your knuckles wrapped around the very edge of the stage. You learned forward, a couple of feet away from the man as his expression darkened. As if you were a gravitational pull, he leaned forward as well, only a few inches away. Close enough to reach out and touch him, your thumb and pointer finger met the collar of his white button up, softly trailing the fabric. At the same time you reached out, he was doing the same, tucking the small stack of cash in between the valley of your breasts, managing to not touch any of your exposed skin as he did so.

Thinking about your other awaiting customers, you quickly withdrew your teasing, a smirk laced on your lips. You blew the man a kiss, winking, crawling backwards on the stage.

Your onlookers ravaged your body with their eyes as you continued your dance. Your chest was rising rapidly, out of breath as you did your final spin on the pole. You ended your dance in a slow split, toes pointed and curled as you felt your clothed pussy meet the now warmed material of the stage under you. You pulled yourself up after an explosion of cash was tossed on stage, flashing a seductive smile before retreating behind the curtain to the back of the stage. You’d have one of the security guys clean your cash up before the next girl walked on, knowing they’d get a small cut from doing you the favor.

You relaxed your body into a chair in the dressing room, sighing loudly. The room was empty, makeup and costumes littered about the mirror space as all the girls working were either out on the floor or giving out private dances. You just needed the quick break, you had danced pretty hard out there. You were debating switching outfits, as this one was a little too revealing for casually strolling on the floor.

You shrugged, getting up to get into your locker space, retrieving a cropped leather jacket, chains dangling around the body, brushing against your exposed skin and as you pushed your arms through the sleeves. This would at least give you the illusion that you were covered up much more than what you had believed.

Powdering your shiny face before you exited, you breathed in deeply as neon lights greeted you once again on the club floor. You worked at a pristine strip club, ratings high and prices even higher. There was a twenty dollar fee to even get in the place, and when you finally got in the door, the bouncers up front would make a copy of your driver’s license, just in case you fucked up somehow and they needed to add to you the banned list. Which was a pretty long list, hence the photo copies.

The dancers were high quality as well, all different shapes and sizes and ethnicities. It was almost like a buffet, you could get whatever you desired, just had to go out and look first. Everyone working the shifts danced, absolutely no exception. Of course, you’d want to dance though, making exceptionally more money than on the shifts where you’d stick behind the bar crafting drinks. If you were asked by one of your friends how much money you’d make on a night like this, you’d feel guilty as you would humbly lie, not wanting to entice them into auditioning at your place of employment. When the club was at full capacity, as it was right now as you sashayed to the bar, you could easily walk home with a couple grand. This job paid your bills, bought you pretty things, put food in your belly, it meant everything to you.

“Hey, Annie! Gin and tonic, pretty please,” you batted your thick eyelashes at your favorite blonde bartender.

She only nodded, shooting a desperate plea between you and the overcrowded area of the bar area with her eyes. You snickered, feeling her pain all too well, having spent many a night behind the counter, non-stop pouring drinks. Annie slid your drink over as quickly as she could, being stolen away by an already drunken man requesting a round of shots before you could hold a conversation with her. You shrugged, taking large gulps of your glass. You were parched from your dance, alcohol quenching your thirst. You hadn’t realized you downed your cocktail until you felt the clink of ice hit the front of your teeth. You left the empty glass at the bar, turning around and leaning against the counter as you planned out your next moves.

“You should dance to Doja Cat more often,” you heard a familiar voice hum next to you, looking up into the eyes of your security guard, Connie. A black bag you knew was full of your cash was held in his grip, a playful smile on his lips, “Took me like ten whole minutes to clean this up off the stage.”

You laughed lightly along with Connie, “What would I do without you? Could you put that in my locker for me, babe? I just left the dressing room.”

“‘S gonna’ cost you,” he joked, already leaving your form to follow your request. “You owe me a round of tequila shots, Patrón!”

Connie disappeared in the sea of bodies before you could call out a remark. You sighed, flopping your head onto your shoulder, eyeing back the gazes from different men who took in your relaxed body. None of them piqued your interest, and you found yourself feeling quite lonely in the middle of the club.

This was the last place on Earth Levi had pictured himself in. When Erwin had grabbed Levi’s arm, tugging him out of his home office, a strip club was the very last place Levi could’ve fathomed ending up in.

“You, my friend, are going to have a good fucking night!” Levi recalled his blonde friend shouting at him, tossing the much smaller man into Erwin’s passenger seat of his truck. Levi had only grumbled, disappointed his hot cup of tea would become cold in his absence, the novel he had been reading left disheveled on his desk. When Erwin had pulled into a parking lot, Levi finally had taken notice of their destination.

“What the fuck are we doing at a strip club?” he spat through clenched teeth, a migraine coming on.

“Attempting to get you laid,” Erwin smirked, sliding out from the driver’s seat. Levi had no choice but to follow, Erwin not giving him even a moment to try and talk his way into heading back home.

“Why?” Levi was seething, blood pumping loudly in his ears. Why did Erwin care about Levi’s state of his love life, or lack thereof?

“Levi,” Erwin paused, sighing before the entrance. “I’ve known you since sophomore year of college, that was almost six years ago, and that entire time I’ve seen you go out on one date. You didn’t even see the girl again after it either!”

“She was boring,” Levi defended, his eyebrows furrowing. “Most people are boring. Why waste my time?”

“Because, some people are worth it. I forced you to be my friend, and look at us now!”

“You’re not an idiot,” the corner of Levi’s lips lifted.

“I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” Erwin chuckled, tone sarcastic. It was true though, Levi would’ve never allowed Erwin to try and befriend him all those years ago if he had been a total lost cause. Erwin was smart though, driven and ambitious. He worked hard and never slacked off, traits Levi deeply admired. “C’mon, what’s the harm in having a bit of fun?”

There was a lot of harm, turns out. Levi was caught completely off guard by how nice this club was, bouncers all over the pristine premise. He visibly relaxed at this point, his inner germaphobe sated. Though he did use hand sanitizer generously before sitting down on the plush chair in front of the stage, Erwin chatting in his ear over how beautiful the dancers were here. Levi half listened, more interested in his glass of whiskey than his best friend. He downed it easily, almost like he was drinking water. Then the lights dropped, and you had walked out.

With all his might, Levi tried to act like he wasn’t enticed, not wanting to bring Erwin any satisfaction. It was true, Levi’s love life was basically nonexistent. Only having sex with maybe three girls in his lifetime, it had been awhile to say the least since he had seen a beautiful woman in this state of undress. When you had leaned down, breasts pressing so sinfully against the stage, crawling towards him all on fours, a primal urge rippled through Levi’s body. Like you were daring him to act out, to cave in entirely to your will.

He felt a piece of himself missing when you exited the stage, but the room felt lighter, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Erwin was in a similar frame of mind, shooting Levi a knowing look.

“Well, what’d you think?” Erwin leaned towards his friend, a small smile on his face.

“I think that’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” Levi groaned, uncomfortable admitting this, rubbing his hands across his face.

“You should pay her for a dance, I know I’m definitely going to get one later,” Erwin’s eyes followed a thick dark skinned woman, swaying her hips, winking at Erwin as she walked past. He pushed up off his chair then, “Actually, hold that thought.”

The absence of his friend so suddenly had left Levi feeling awkward and out of place. His lips held an amused scowl as he watched Erwin confidently approach the woman, her luscious lips twisting into a smile of her own as she grabbed his hand, and led him away from Levi’s view. The ravenette stood then, empty glass in tow, and decided that he would need another drink to get through the rest of the night.

That’s when Levi had seen you, leaning so casually against the marble countertops of the bar as if you had owned the place. Your eyes drooping in disinterest, too cool to associate with the crowd around you. You didn’t even seem to notice various men eyeing your form, talking amongst each other, never breaking their focus from you. And Levi had to admit, you did look so fucking cool. The realization that Levi himself had joined the crowd of your many onlookers startled him, beginning to feel embarrassment and guilt for admiring you almost as if you were an object. When your eyes had met his though, and a pretty smile changed your entire expression, any and all thoughts and feelings rocketed out of Levi’s mind.

He felt his feet move towards you before he could think thoroughly. You stayed, still and collected, eyes never breaking from his. As his strides graced closer and closer, Levi broke the connection from you, stopping to your side and calling out an order to a blonde bartender, ignoring you entirely.

Your shock rang through you like a gong, deep and humbling. This wasn’t what you had predicted in those fleeting seconds when you had seen the raven haired man making intentful strides to you. He was close enough to your body that you could hear the soft cotton of his white button up brush against the thick fabric of your leather jacket, and you felt licks of insecurity, a rare emotion for you.

“What? Shocked I’m not down on my knees begging for you?” Levi couldn’t stop the words from leaving his lips, noticing from the corner of his eye that you had stiffened dramatically.

You whipped your head to see him, to see his stupid expression as you were sure this man thought he was God’s gift to mankind. You knew this personality well, a common one with your clients believing that because you were after their money, you were technically working for them. To your surprise, you were met with the man’s steel grey eyes hard set in disinterest.

“No one’s going to give you a dance with that attitude, sir,” you huffed, clawing mentally to keep your cool. “Keep it up and watch how fast we get you kicked out.”

This man, a complete stranger to you, only ‘tsk’ed, digging in his black slacks to pull out his thick wallet, “I’ll pay you a grand if you take me back for a dance right now.”

Oh shit, you blinked, trying to process his offer. That’s a lot of fucking money.

“You have a funny way of showing that you like me,” you quirked an eyebrow, debating internally. “What’s the catch? What’s your thing?”

“My thing?”

“Your kink, your game, what’re playing at?”

“I’m not going to pay you to stand there and talk to me about what I like in privacy,” Levi scoffed, slightly embarrassed at the very public conversation that he believed was always meant to be in private.

“Fine,” your hand shot out, circling around his bicep, his strong bicep. “Let’s go, sir.”

Honestly the pet name was a shot in the dark, your best guess at what could possibly please this very attractive client. His moody attitude was throwing you off of your very whimsical and flirty facade, parts of your real personality peeking through the cracks. You didn’t know that Levi was actually enjoying this interaction, feeling flutters of admiration at your sharp tongue and quick mindedness.

You guided him to the back of the club, a bouncer stationed outside of a hallway. You nodded to the burly man, and he stepped aside and allowed the two of you to enter the hallway of doors. Numbers gold plated on each wooden door led the way, and Levi was starting to feel flickers of impatience.

The feelings settle once you unlock a door, pushing it open and Levi gazing inside. A plush leather couch sat in the center of the small room, LED lights flashing different colors slowly along the ceiling, and you guided him to sit down. His face was passive, and had you known the man’s thoughts in that moment, you’d know that Levi was unbelievably nervous. While he had the help of the liquid courage provided by his whiskey neats, Levi was incredibly inexperienced when it came to beautiful women, more specifically, you.

“What’s your name, love?” you cooed, hand trailing over his bicep as you placed yourself next to the ravenette, taking in his stiffened form.

“Levi,” he managed to choke out, feeling the deep stir of arousal from your simple touch. How could he not be attracted to you? The way you pressed yourself to his side, so tempting, you were an enchantress.

You mumbled out your stripper name, and Levi felt a pang of unease knowing that the ridiculous chosen name was not your real one. Your fingers trailed electricity over his clothes, the pads of your digits playing with the end of his sleeve. You leaned further in, breathing right against the shell of his ear.

“Ready for your dance, Levi?”

Levi gulped, raising a hand to push back his fringe from his face as you stood before him. His hands finally settled atop his thighs, legs comfortably opened and spread as he took a deep breath in, willing his mind and body to relax. Like Erwin had said, what’s the harm in having a little fun?

Goosebumps raised on Levi’s skin as the smooth bass of a somewhat familiar song kicked in. He had heard it on the radio once or twice, finding it quite catchy and therefore had never felt the need to change the station. His heart hammered in his ribcage, mouth drying as he watched you shift into character. A very fitting one, he thought to himself, a total and complete vixen.

Your back arched as you posed before him. His eyes drinking you in hungrily lit a flame deep within the depths of your soul, feeling the dire need to please the man in front of you. You bent down, tips of your fingers brushing against your toes, and then you threw your head back, hair falling seductively around you at the force. Levi was cursing profanities in his mind, a very verbal ‘fuck’ exiting his lips at the sight.

You turned your back to your handsome client, giving him a full view of your scantily clad ass as you teasingly slid your arms out of your jacket. Levi’s eyes followed every move, afraid to miss a single thing, every detail of you and your body becoming his biggest priority. Your leather jacket fell to the floor noisily, chains clanking as they hit the wooden planks. You threw a longing gaze over your shoulder, a pretty smirk on your face, and Levi had the startling realization that he had never felt a stronger attraction to a woman in his life. In fact, the intrusive thought had his mind traversing through past experiences, and had him wondering if had truly ever felt the tingling of arousal that you had awakened in him.

“Levi?” you brought your fingers under his chin to his surprise, angling his gaze to meet your curious expression.

“I’m alright, just,” Levi paused, letting his focus drift away from you. “This is my first time.”

Your face softened at his confession, genuine concern as you spoke, “‘S okay, just let me know if you want to stop at any point. And if there’s anything at all you want me to do, tell me.”

Levi was mildly stumped at the second half of your response. He could make requests of you, of this dance? The last thing he wanted in the world was for you to stop, in fact he never wanted this moment to end as you resumed your routine, eyes never leaving his.

Levi felt the blood rush to his lower half as you positioned yourself on the balls of your feet, leaning over his seated deposition, ghosting your lips over the shell of his ear, “You know, you’re quite handsome. You probably get that all the time, but truly, you are.”

“Thank you,” Levi managed to mumble, thoroughly embarrassed by the heat of your compliment. “You’re very pretty.”

You smirked, pushing yourself back to take in his shy appearance. You had a hunch that maybe if you provided Levi the confidence he needed, this hesitance would melt away. With that in mind, you turned your body once more, hands reaching behind you to undo the clasp of your lacy bra. Levi’s eyes widened, his fingers twitching in anticipation. When the material was released, you let out a silent sigh of relief from the pressure of the tight material. Your mesh top fell off your arms, you gently flicked it to join your jacket on the floor. Instead of showing your freed breasts to your handsome client, you bent down to your toes once more, shaking your ass and thighs. Levi’s eyes were ready to roll out of his skull.

You finally did turn, crouching between the space in between his thighs. Your hands slid from the bottom of his shins to the top of his thick thighs, you felt the subtle flex of his muscles as he tensed. His lustful expression showed you that Levi was less than hesitant, actually he was really enjoying himself now. This was his private show, and Levi was feeling extraordinarily special. He didn’t dare to raise his touch to grace your exposed skin though, not wanting to risk breaking any rules.

Your knees heaved you up once more, and you moved to straddle the raven haired man’s lap. You felt the hump of his erection between your thighs, and you bit back a moan at the sensation. Levi was in a similar frame of mind, trying not to let his bodily instincts and desires take over entirely. You rolled your hips, teasing his clothed length, and his grasp on control was nearly lost. Your naked breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardened from your excitement. By no means were you the kind of girl to sleep with your clients or even entertain the thought, but when Levi’s lids fluttered and he bit the inside of his lip, you were rethinking every morally right ideal you held within yourself.

On par with the beat of the song, you leaned back, hands on his knees, and thrust your hips lazily in rhythm. Levi watched your ribcage expand and disappear under your naked torso, your navel shrinking and opening at the rolling motion. You flicked your hair behind your shoulder blades, your lips parted, and you let out a shaky breath. You were flushed against his hardened member, you could feel your center weeping at the contact. This was not your intention, to rub yourself all over this stranger, but the way his hands twitched and his eyes were so hungry had you feeling things you only indulged in by yourself, in the comfort of your bed and with your favorite pink vibrator.

“Make it fifteen hundred, and I’ll let you take me back to your place,” you mewled against your better judgement.

Levi’s concentration was broken, the whites of his eyes exposed as he shot his attention to your face. His lips contorted into an egotistical smirk, a contrast to his past shyness, “We haven’t even been in this room for five minutes, and you’re already wanting to leave?”

“Two grand,” your eyebrows furrowed, pushing your hips into his pelvis, satisfied when you heard a hiss leave his lips. “Keep teasing, and my price goes higher.”

“I’ll pay you whatever I want,” Levi’s features darkened. “Get your things. I want you to finish your dance when we get back to my house.”

You never did complete that dance. Levi was gripping your thighs and lifting you before you could even protest, your back slamming into the wall after he had unlocked his front door. His lips were all over you, your lips, your neck, your exposed collarbones. Your fingers were woven into his scalp, clinging desperately to the man.

He could barely contain himself on the drive home, seated palming your thighs in the back seat of a taxi. He had sent a quick text to Erwin, not explaining much but letting him know he’d talk to him tomorrow. Erwin hadn’t responded, not that Levi cared, but he had a feeling his blonde friend was in a very similar situation.

“You,” Levi growled into your neck, sliding his hands greedily under the t-shirt you had thrown on in the locker room of the club, “Are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

His teeth sunk where he could feel your pulse the strongest under his lips, and you wantonly moaned out. Although Levi lived a generically organized lifestyle, in this moment all he craved was chaos. He wanted to see your perfect body littered in his marks, his bites and bruises. He wanted to wreck you, bring you out of your nonchalant attitude, stupefying you. Levi was going to fucking break you in all the best ways.

“Levi,” you breathed shakily. “Please, bedroom.”

Levi rammed his clothed hips into the center of your spread legs, your ankles hooked around his waist in this position. You gasped, moaning at the contact. Your nails raked up his back, and you felt a similar urgency as he was feeling, wanting to feel the tear of his skin underneath your fingernails. You felt Levi’s hands grip your thighs to adjust his grip, and soon he was carrying you into the unfamiliar territory of his home. He guided you easily up his staircase, reaching his opened bedroom door and unceremoniously throwing you on your back on his mattress.

Levi was on top of you in an instant, his lips swallowing yours as he grabbed the collar of your shirt with both his hands. He fisted the material, and with a quick fluid motion, he tore the fabric in half. You were shocked, but figured you could easily borrow Levi’s clothing upon your exit. You didn’t stop him as he treated your bra in a similar fashion, thankfully not ripping the expensive lace. He reached under the arch of your back, unclasping it, and you pulled your arms through the straps and the remnants of your poor shirt. Your breasts were on full display for his eyes now, and Levi’s mouth pulled away from you. His hands snaked up your exposed torso, thumbs rolling past your hardened nipples to your neck.

Levi wrapped his right hand around your neck, and your breath hitched in your throat as he mumbled, “You like it rough, don’t you, brat? Want me to use your body however I want?”

You didn’t answer, wanting to seek punishment. His fingers tightened, and you felt a gush of arousal slicken your lower lips. Your hips bucked upwards, eyes pleading as you watched a sick satisfaction cross his expression.

“Answer me,” he spat venomously, leaning in to brush his nose against yours.

“Yes, sir,” you stuttered out, feeling the tips of your ears redden. You were so turned on right now, body responding loudly to every word and touch.

“Good girl,” he praised, not releasing his grip around your neck. His left hand stayed at your breast, tweaking your right nipple roughly, rolling the beaded skin between his forefinger and thumb.

You whimpered, bringing your own hands to rest above your head, stretching your skin more for Levi. His eyes were honed in on your face, all your desperate expressions as his hand left your chest and dipped under the elastic of your grey cotton shorts to meet the lace trim of your panties. His forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your lips as you panted. When you tried to reach up to capture his soft lips in a kiss, he only squeezed tighter around your neck, discouraging you from trying again. He wanted to watch you squirm, memorize the way your eyes would flicker and your lips would quiver at his touch. His fingers tugged the cotton of your panties aside, and ran two digits across your folds, the pads soaked at the contact.

He circled your clit agonizingly slow, spreading your essence over your hood. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, back arching up to feel some kind of skin to skin contact. Levi was not going to allow this though, and ripped his touch away from your cunt. You whined at the loss, tears pricking on the edge of your lash line. You yelped suddenly when you felt the harsh slap of his palm against your folds. Levi’s gaze was hardened, lips almost pulled back in a sneer.

“Stop, or you’re not getting what you want,” he growled, and even though he was hovering over you, you could swear you felt the vibration from his chest deep in your bones.

You meekly nodded, willing your body to lay there as still as you could be. He smoothed his palm over the reddened area of your center, and his soft, teasing touch returned. His middle and pointer finger spread your lips open, ring and pinky finger kept your panties tucked to the side. Levi tucked his digits inbetween your heat, caressing your folds. It took everything in your resolve to not buck your hips at the feeling of the roll of your clit in between the pads of his fingers. You whined, blinking tears away rapidly.

Levi felt merciful for a moment, and fled his intimate touch down to your fluttering entrance. You could feel your muscles clenching in anticipation, letting out a moan of relief as he dipped the two extremities into your tight hole.

“You’re so wet, all because of me?” Levi teased, brushing his lips against yours. “Such a good slut, you’ve wanted me to touch you since you got on that stage tonight, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you panted sharply, his fingers curled inside your walls and began to pump. “Wanted your attention so bad.”

“Like I had a choice,” he chuckled without humor, flicking his wrist hard into your core. “You came out looking like that, what was I supposed to do? This, you on your back, so needy, this was the only conclusion.”

He fucked his hand harshly into your sopping cunt at the end of his sentence, sending your mind reeling and your lungs gasping for air. Your plush walls encapsulated his fingers, you could feel the ridges of his knuckles deep inside of you. His finger pads prodded your sensitive spongy spot, and upon hearing your deep groan of pleasure, Levi aimed for that destination with every thrust.

“Feels so good,” you praised, your knuckles white from gripping the pillows above you. Levi still had his right fist around your throat, he could feel your esophagus tighten as every muscle in your body clenched.

With a hasty release, his right hand came down to pay your heaving breasts attention. His lips replaced his fingers, sucking harshly on the most sensitive parts of your throat. You were almost screaming as he plunged in and out of your pussy, your left nipple harshly being pulled with his other hand, his teeth sinking into your neck. Your clit was throbbing with need, your coil in your stomach desperately searching for any form of release.

“Levi,” you cried out loudly. “Wanna’ cum.”

“Are you asking or telling me?” he grumbled against the column on your neck.

“Asking, please, need you to touch my clit,” you begged, too far gone to care about vulgarity, clearing noting the ravenette’s disregard for formality in the heat of the moment.

He let out a ‘tch’ at the nape of your neck, and pulled his fingers from your dripping heat, “You’re not cumming unless it’s around my cock.”

With his soaked hand, he tore your shorts and panties down to your knees in one swift motion. You lifted your legs, allowing Levi to slide them down the rest of the way and throw them onto the floor. Stark naked and exposed completely to the man now, your knees bent in the air, Levi slapped the backs of your thighs. You whimpered, clenching around nothing upon impact. He let out a groan, tugging his button up over his head, not bothering with the buttons. Your hands left the safety of the pillows above your head, fumbling with the belt that rested on his hips. He met your hands, finishing the job for you. Belt unbuckled, slacks unzipped and freed, he stood quickly, shoving the pants and his briefs to the floor.

You jaw slacked in amazement at the sheer size of his cock. Levi was hung, his member standing tall and proud and mouth watering. He returned to you in an instant, positioning his lower half to align with your spread center. His dick throbbed at the wet contact of your vulva, teasing the head against your clit. You threw your head back, arching your back and angling your hips to allow Levi better leverage. His fist flew to the base of his aching length, roughly fucking himself above you. You could feel the tightness of his knuckles as he brushed against you, and you moaned out his name.

“Such a needy little slut,” Levi degraded you, face set in false anger. “Desperate for my cock, huh?”

“Yes, yes!” your eyes screwed shut, you could feel the pounding in your pussy. “Want you so fucking bad. Please fuck me.”

“Please, what?” he cocked an eyebrow, letting out a groan as his thumb pressed into the underside of his head.

“Please, sir,” you begged as a tear fell down your cheek.

“All you had to do was ask, gorgeous,” he chuckled darkly, sinking the tip into your tight little hole.

You thought he would enter you slowly to allow you to adjust to his enormous girth, you were sadly mistaken though as he plunged his entire length deep inside of your soaking pussy. You let out a strangled whimper, more tears rolling down to your chin. Levi wouldn’t give you the pleasure of patience, pulling out just enough to threaten his head falling out, snapping his hips right back until he brushed your cervix.

“Fuck,” Levi moaned loudly, his hands circling the tops of your thighs, throwing your ankles over his shoulders. “Feels so fucking good.”

All you could do was fist the bedsheets under you as he took you violently. Sobs of pleasure racked through your chest, tits bouncing at the sheer force of his thunderous thrusts. The sounds of your cunt squelching around his intrusion was deafening accompanied by the smack of the skin of his balls hitting your ass. Levi pounded mercilessly into your heat, searching for his own heights before addressing yours. Of course he wouldn’t cum before you did, but the way your pussy fluttered around him gave him clear signs that it wouldn’t take much to push you over the edge.

Levi let out an animalistic growl as his pace quickened, slapping the meat of your thighs as his grip adjusted your knees to your chest. He leaned forward, and in the dim lighting you could see the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His steel colored eyes were locked in with yours, lips parted as he breathed heavily from exertion. Levi could feel the burn in his hips as he gave you everything he could, fucking you as hard and as fast as he could.

You were nearly screaming, unable to bite back any noises at his assault. You felt his fingers slither around your neck once more, tightening dangerously around your windpipe. He could feel the collection of your tears in the dip of your throat, and his cock was throbbing at the sensation.

“Crying ‘cause it feels so good, aren’t you?” Levi snarled, placing his sweaty forehead to yours. When you didn’t answer, he released your throat to bring his wet palm in a roaring slap to your cheek, “Answer me.”

“Yes!” you screamed at the tops of your lungs, your cunt contracting at the stinging pain turned pleasure. “Please, please, please, let me cum!”

Levi barked out a groan as he felt your plush walls tighten, making his hips stutter in his rhythm. His free hand came down to your clit, slapping the top of your pussy with no real force. His thumb commenced its own pattern then, rubbing the engorged bud with vigorous intention. Levi plowed briskly, his climax on the horizon. You were quivering under him, fat tears leaking from your eyes as hiccups and whines left your throat. You could feel the soreness in your hole, and knew the second you came, you’d be squeezing the ever loving fuck out of Levi’s massive cock.

“So close,” you sniffled, vocals raw from the pressure of Levi’s fist clenched around your esophagus.

“Gonna’ cum all over me, pretty girl? Yeah, fuck, c’mon, my little fucking slut,” Levi’s eyes were smoldering, veins prominent in his neck as he approached his own release.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” your eyes attempted to close.

Levi slapped your cheek, “Keep your fucking eyes open, bitch. Don’t look away, wanna’ watch you.”

You nodded meekly, the build up in your stomach at its peak. His thumb circled faster, and you could feel every single motion in your pussy as he slammed his fat tip against your g-spot. It was too much, too intense, and you felt your coil snap as you clenched viciously around him.

With a loud gasp of air, not enough due to Levi’s fingers digging into your throat, you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking your hips. Your vision blurred over in thick tears, your skin was burning hot as Levi cursed above you. Your pussy contracted around him in a mind blowing flow, pleasure seeping in every pore and every cell in your body. If Levi had neighbors, or roommates, the noises you were making would be entirely concerning, sounding as if something gruesome was occurring in his home.

Levi was pushed out of your cunt from the pressure, and he dared not to slip back in your contracting hole out of fear of dumping his seed deep in your womb. He pushed your legs flat down after removing his touch from your clit, positioning his hips over yours as he fucked his fist at the same rapid pace he was drilling into your center. Loud moans escaped his parted lips, pistoning his pelvis with a death grip on his red swollen cock. Thick ropes of cum shot across your breasts, his thrusts never slowing.

You pushed your breasts together with your hands, fingers toying at your nipples to visually stimulate the man above you. He growled at the sight, “So fucking hot, yeah, take my fucking cum.”

He stilled, head thrown back as he let his girth fall from his grip, his cum oozing from his slit. You moaned at the sight, your mouth watering. Had you not been in such a hurry from the start, you would’ve gladly swallowed his cock down your throat, consuming every drop of his load. Maybe another time, if there would be one, you thought.

Your orgasms simultaneously slowed, until the two of you heaved heavily from the hard labor of the vigours fucking that had just occured. Levi moved off of you, grabbing tissues from his bedside table, and wiped up your torso. Before he could collect all of his cum though, you let a finger dip into a puddle in between your breasts, Levi’s eyes watching adamantly as you placed the digit on your tongue, rolling your eyes back into your head at the taste.

“You’re so needy,” he teased, a smirk crossing his exhausted face.

“Maybe,” you giggled breathlessly. “Maybe I just wanted a taste.”

Levi hummed, pushing back his dampened bangs from his forehead. He gazed at you in curiosity as you pushed your aching body off the bed, wincing at the indistinct soreness between your thighs, “I have clothes you can wear, don’t worry about giving them back either.”

Ah, so here came the awkward after the one night stand conversation. You smiled politely then, “I wasn’t worried. ‘Was gonna’ steal them one way or another.”

“Lucky I didn’t catch you then,” he mused, pushing himself off the mattress as well. “You’re welcome to take a shower, if you need to. I’m about to get in myself.”

“Nah, I should probably get home, it’s late,” you searched for your phone on the floor, finding it in your jacket pocket as you tapped on the Uber app.

“I can drop off the money tomorrow at the club, if you’re working,” Levi leaned against his bedroom wall, biting his lip as his demeanor changed back to his previous one from earlier.

You smirked, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Baby, believe me, you couldn’t pay me to have sex like that. I wanted to fuck you, the money was just a fun little fantasy.”

Levi felt his ego inflate at your confession, his own lazy smirk rolling off his lips, “Let me pay for your Uber at least.”

And so he did, walking you out to the car when it arrived. You were swallowed whole by his comfortable clothing, and he placed a sweet kiss to your lips before you ducked your head into the vehicle, closing the door behind you. The car drove off swiftly, and Levi dug his hands in his pockets, walking back inside the comfort of his home to take that much needed shower.

The usual neon lights greeted you as you spun around the pole the next evening, less customers this time. You were feeling the undeniable soreness of your throat and center as you twirled around. Thankful for full coverage foundation to hide the bruises and marks littered across your entire body, no one had questioned why you were walking with such a limp. Well, aside from your favorite security guard.

“You’re off your game tonight,” Connie noted as you placed your sore body onto the bar stool. “Any reason why you can’t sit fully down without wincing?”

You flicked a unamused glance his way, “Any reason why you’re being so fucking nosy?”

“Just wondering why that guy left with last night has been following you around the club all night is all,” Connie took a swig from his beer mug, eyes batting to point behind you. “Hm, yes, very strange.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your head in the direction of his gaze. Your breath caught in your throat as Levi strided cooly over to you, a small smirk on his handsome face. He ordered a whiskey neat over the counter next to you, and cleared his throat as he finally looked into your eyes.

“Thought I’d actually get to catch your dance this time,” Levi greeted. “Y’know, since I missed it last night.”

You heard Connie snort obnoxiously, and your eyes threw daggers in warning. Connie threw his hands up to mock surrender, taking his drink and walking away. You returned your attention to the ravenette beside you, “Just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Just couldn’t get you off my mind,” his eyes trailed to the pout of your lips. “When does your shift end?”

“In a few hours, why?”

“I wanna’ see what kind of place a girl like you can afford,” he smirked. “Maybe get a private dance this time.”

“You do pay pretty well,” you flirted, trailing your fingers up to the collar of the fashionable black sweater. “Guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’ll make it worth the pain,” Levi breathed out cockily, swiping his thumb over the swell of your bottom lip. “Wouldn’t want to get out of here now, would’ya?”

“I guess I could for the right price,” you parted your lips, lightly biting down on the tip of his digit.

Levi didn’t respond, instead he grabbed your wrists and led you impatiently out the door. You’d text Connie later and have him hold your tips until your next shift. You had a very important client to dance for.

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Wicked Game (Part 3)

Word Count: 25K total The first part is about 5K, part 2 is 7K

Rating: 18+ Slash fic Strong language, alcohol and drug use, and a misogynistic and racist comment. Sexual scenes including masturbation, toys, voyeurism, oral, and anal sex.

Summary: Ashton is ready to move on with his life after his painful divorce from Luke and the demise of the restaurant they’d built together. With the help of his protegee and sous chef Hima Singh, Ashton is ready to take on opening weekend of his new restaurant Anne-Marie’s. Calum is a reporter filling in on an assignment and is surprised when his past comes back to haunt him. Hima arranges an interview that takes an unexpected turn between the two men.

Part 1

Part 2

Ashton jumped at the sound of the buzzer. Calum sent him a text telling Ash he was on his way so he knew he was coming, but he was so jittery it startled him anyway. He checked the time, 5:15 pm. 35 minutes to get here? That's good he doesn't live too far. Ashton held a bottle of cologne up and away from him, released three quick spritz into the air before walking through the cloud of fragrance. He made his way out of the bedroom, pausing for one final glance in the mirror. He brushed the soft brown curls off his forehead, his eyes reflexively checking his hairline. He silently thanked Hima for convincing him to get treatment. You could barely see the previously thin spots. Don't keep him waiting. You're ready for this.

Ashton opened the door and barely caught himself from gasping out loud. Hot Damn. His chest fluttered in a rush as his throat constricted. He didn't know where to look. Calum was holding a gift basket with three flavors of Ashton's favorite hot sauce but that wasn't what had his mouth watering. His eyes landed on Calum's hands holding the gift before trailing up to where his bronzed biceps disappeared into a crisp, red short-sleeve button up with one of those black tank tops he favored. His gaze lingered on the small gold necklace nestled against Calum's throat before dragging his eyes up to find the other man watching him with a shy smile. 

"Hima said this was your favorite," Calum blurted out, pushing the basket into Ashton's chest. 

"It is, thank you so much. Please come in," Ashton blushed hot pink as he gestured for Calum to follow him into the apartment. 

Calum got a whiff of Ashton's scent as he turned away from him, causing his spine to tingle at the memory of the missed opportunity that night in the club. His eyes followed Ashton's broad back, unable to resist a quick glance at his tight little butt. Hima mentioned her boss's daily yoga routine, and the black jeans he had on left very little to Cal's imagination. Pay attention Hood. You're here for an interview, not to get laid, he reminded himself. Por qué no los dos? a tiny voice asked that definitely wasn't from his brain. 

Ashton was equally grasping to get his thoughts together, but having Calum in his house made everything much more real.

"Go ahead and have a seat," he motioned for Calum to sit down at the bar while he entered the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? I have pink lemonade, mango infused sweet tea,  and wine." 

"Sweet tea sounds good. I'll have that if you don't mind," Calum sat on one of the tall stools facing Ashton in the kitchen.

Ashton garnished the drink with a slice of fresh lime, and Calum grinned as he handed it to him. 

"Always the artist," Calum remarked. "Hima was going on about that. She's very observant, and you're lucky she loves her job because she'd make an excellent reporter. I might steal her away yet." 

"Good luck getting past her mom," Ashton giggled. "All of them really, she's got a twin brother who's crazy overprotective and more cousins than I can count. My family was just me, mom, and the kids so it's a bit much." 

"Where's your family from?" Calum asked.

Ashton leaned against the kitchen island, his eyes fixed just above Calum's head. 

"I was born in Sydney, Australia. My dad fucked off when I was a baby, and my mom moved us around a lot. She got remarried when I was ten and had my brother and sister. We moved to the US soon after, and when they moved back I was a junior in high school, I decided to stay here. That's when I got a job in a kitchen doing dishes and grunt work." 

"Did you know right away you wanted to be a chef?" 

"Hell no," Ashton laughed. "I was miserable and living with three guys in a grimy apartment. I was trying to go to school and worked till close most nights. I got into a really bad fight with one of my roommates. He was a big, ugly bastard, ignorant homophobic piece of shit. He accused me of stealing his weed and attacked me. I was in the hospital getting stitches when my boss showed up and dragged me home with him. They put me up in the basement, bought me a bus pass, and he gave me a raise. Did you ever get to eat at Bordeaux?" 

Calum shook his head. "Never had the money or the clout. Didn't they sell it?" 

Ashton stepped up to the sink to wash his hands, setting his rings in a crystal tray on the edge of the windowsill. "Yeah, after his heart attack, his wife Brigitte made him give it up. She's a force of nature, that woman. She taught me everything I know about baking and pastries. Baking is when science meets art. Cooking leaves wiggle room; you can improvise. But baking doesn't allow for carelessness or impatience." 

He dried his hands before he pulled an object out of the fridge and placed it on the counter, unwrapping the plastic wrap. 

"I made mushroom Wellington for dinner, and getting the puff pastry dough right takes time. It's an all-day process because every couple of hours you have to roll it out and fold it so the butter gets folded layer over layer. That's what makes it rich, fluffy, and delicious. There's no way to shortcut that." He placed the pastry in a shallow baking pan and pulled a small bowl out of the fridge. "I'm brushing it with egg wash so it'll get nice and golden brown in the oven." He pulled out a small knife from the block and twirled it between his fingers. He narrowed his eyes, the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he concentrated, making several small quick shallow cuts. He grabbed a couple of bottles and carefully sprinkled seeds and spices on the surface before looking back up at Calum. 

The intensity in the other man's eyes stopped him short. "Am I talking too much?" Ashton asked, feeling his face flush yet again. 

"No, not at all. I uh, almost forgot I'm supposed to be interviewing you," Calum stammered a bit, embarrassed to be caught staring. "So tell me, where did you go after you left Bordeaux?" 

As soon as the words left his mouth Calum wanted them back. That would be when he met Luke, you dumbass. Of course, his brain was a step behind his mouth. To his relief, Ashton shook his head with a sharp laugh.

"Yeah, that old story. Why don't you tell me a story I don't already know?" 

Ashton pulled another pan from the fridge and set it next to the oven. "Both of these have to bake for about thirty minutes. You can tell me a little about yourself while I make the salad. I don't like to talk while I'm using a knife, but I'm a great listener."

"Are those figs? I'm starting to think you're trying to impress me," Calum's eyes crinkled in a smile and Ashton's chest fluttered once again. 

"Maybe I am. Is it working?" Ashton spoke before he thought about it. Ooh, look at you flirting. 

"Oh it's working alright," Cal's voice took on a husky edge that gave Ashton a victorious little thrill, knowing he wasn't imagining the heat between them. "Do you need me to help with anything?" 

Ashton smirked, dirty thoughts racing through his brain. His dick twitched in his pants, eager for Calum's help, but then those dark eyes went wide as he realized what he said. The reporter nervously licked his lips and looked away while Ashton gripped the countertop to keep his knees from buckling. 

"I'm good, thanks," Ashton replied, needing to keep Calum at a distance if he wanted to have any concentration to make it through dinner. "Are you trying to get out of talking about yourself?"  He cut a thick slice off the largest fig, speared it, and offered it to Calum off the point of his knife.

Calum plucked it from the blade and popped it in his mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he chewed. Ashton had to cough to suppress a whimper at the sight, his jeans now uncomfortably tight.

"One of the best things about being a reporter is not having to talk about yourself. My mom taught me to choose my words and my friends carefully. However, to be a good journalist, I have to be able to completely open myself up to each experience while not making it about me. I want to be the reader's guide to the story, not the star of my own show. I leave the primadonna bullshit to my coworker Felipe, or someone like Kevin Mackie."

Ashton chuckled, "Did you see his review of Anne-Marie's? Ass-kissing prick, he's banned for life." 

"Did you really throw him out of your restaurant? What did he say?,” Calum leaned forward, eager for details. “Hima wouldn't tell me. I wish I could've seen that." 

"She doesn’t know it all. I didn’t want to tell her, but he insulted her personally. He even managed to be racist and condescending while doing it. He's a twat. I was willing to grit my teeth and endure it because it's Mackie, and we all have to deal with him, but you’re not going to insult my friends. I can't even think about it without getting angry again" Ashton spat out the words and Calum's eyebrows went up in surprise. Ashton continued, trying to steer the conversation away from having to repeat the vile things he'd said. "You already know he brought up all the past drama and even asked me if I'd gone to the Galway Grill." 

"You're kidding," Calum couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously, though, that place looks awful." 

"It really does. You can tell they rushed the opening. Those tacky plastic decorations, if you thought Lune Rouge was gaudy," Ashton had to stop working because he couldn't stop giggling, which only got Calum laughing harder. 

"Did you see the fucking menu? The Irish puns, it's so bad. The best part is that it's not supposed to be awful," Calum said. 

"No, yeah, exactly it's supposed to be clever and fun, but it just comes off like a pretentious  dickhead." 

A loud alarm caught them off guard, and Ashton quickly silenced his phone and grabbed an oven mitt.  He checked the temperature of both dishes before turning them around and putting them back in the oven. Calum had the hiccups and asked for a glass of water between breaths. 

Calum hiccuped while trying to take a drink and began to sputter and cough. Ashton grabbed a towel as he came out of the kitchen and around to the other side of the bar. Calum covered his face and tried to catch his breath, but as he did, he became aware of Ashton's hand rubbing his back. His eyes still watering, he glanced over to see nothing but concern in the other man's face. Calum saw up close that Ashton's eyes seemed to shift color depending on how the light hit his face. He noticed the dimple on Ashton's chin and the rough patches of skin bearing faint scars from his teenage acne, the little bit of stubble under his bottom lip he'd missed when he shaved that morning, lips that were almost irresistibly close. Calum remembered he probably looked a hot mess and needed a minute to himself. 

"Can I use your bathroom?" He asked from behind the towel. 

"Sure, it's the first door down that hall," Ashton stepped back and let him pass. 

Calum closed the door behind him and took a quick look in the mirror. His face was still red but it was slowly fading. He took a piss and blew his nose before washing his hands and splashing some water on his face. The towel hanging on the rack was super soft and Calum could tell it was expensive even if he didn't recognize the brand. He took a second to look around, and while the rug looked as soft as the towels, everything else seemed to be made of bamboo. In fact, the only plastic Calum saw was a bottle of mouthwash on the sink. It was rude to look in the medicine cabinet, but he peeked in the shower. He smelled sandalwood and citrus, noticing they not only used the same brand of shampoo bar, but the shower enema attachment was identical to the one in Calum’s shower.  He began to worry he was taking too long, so he took another look in the mirror before opening the door. 

Ashton was setting Calum's salad up on the bar next to a fresh glass of tea when he sat back down. 

"Ooh thank you so much. This looks fantastic, is that feta?" Calum asked, suddenly realizing he was hungry. 

"It's actually honey-basted goat cheese. The dressing is a turmeric and honey vinaigrette. I like the extra touch of sweetness. I grew the lettuce in my little balcony garden out back, along with most of my fresh herbs." He stopped talking and watched Calum eat. He'd never seen anyone go through such a range of expressions while eating. He was clearly enjoying himself. Ashton felt like he was being intrusive for staring,  nevermind the thrill he got watching the other man's bliss. If he makes these faces while eating, I'm dying to see what he looks like when he's cumming, he thought.

Calum opened his eyes and caught Ashton blatantly staring. He met his gaze as Calum ran his finger along the underside of his bottom lip to catch a tiny drop off dressing from spilling down his chin and slowly licked it clean. He smirked when he saw Ashton blush and look away. Aren't you supposed to be working? A little voice reminded him, but he ignored it. "That was delicious, I can't wait to taste what's next."

Ashton smirked and started to reply when his phone rang. He started to hit ignore until he saw it was his mother. 

"Sorry, it's my mom. I have to answer this," Ashton swiped up to answer. "Hey Mom, hold on one second. I'm sorry about this," he said, covering the mouthpiece.

"Thanks, and don't apologize. It's your mom, I get it," Calum told him. 

"Yeah Mom, I've got company. Yes the interview, mmm-hmm, yeah. No, I'm home, but he's here. Yes, right now. No Mom it's not like that. I'll call you later. Love you too, bye." Ashton hung up and turned back to Calum. "Sorry about that." 

"Please, it's no big deal. I talk to my mom every day, too, and it's not like I didn't know you were a Mama's boy," Calum grinned. "Hima told me, and you did name your restaurant after her." 

"Hima talks too much," Ashton rolled his eyes with a laugh. "Yeah, my mom is my lucky star. We've been through a lot together, and she's the only one who's always had my back. I rely quite a bit on the women in my life, honestly. Lauren, my sister, is one of my best friends, along with my cousin Sophie. You've met Hima; Mom calls her my work wife." 

"I could see that," Calum teased, "until she opens her own place." 

"That's why I gave them a stake in the business. My mom suggested it. Hopefully, they'll want to stick around, maybe take over someday, who knows?" Ashton shrugged. 

"Mom knows best right?" Calum smiled, pulling out his wallet. He pulled out an old picture of a woman who could be his twin with a chubby-cheeked toddler on her lap. "This is my mom, Joy. She lives on the east coast now, and every morning my alarm goes off at 5 AM so I can text her good morning as she's having her morning coffee." 

"That's so sweet. You must be her favorite child," Ashton had the warm fuzzies watching Calum talk about his mom. The way his entire face lit up when he smiled melted him into a puddle. 

"My sister would agree with you, except she has Vanessa now, so she cares fuck all what I do," Calum said unlocking his phone. As soon as he did multiple messages popped up from his editor/best friend/total pain in his ass asking how his date was going. 

"Go away Sham," he mumbled, and Ashton looked at him and then his phone

Calum quickly hid the messages. "My editor, Sham. She's my work wife and constantly in my business." 

"Didn't Hima tell me she sets you up on dates? Like the pocket-sized lawyer from the club?" Ashton asked, suddenly jealous. 

"Hima talks too much," Calum grumbled, and Ashton lost it which set Calum off again. 

It took several minutes to regain control until Calum had tears on his face, and Ashton was about to piss himself. He excused himself, and when he returned, Cal showed him a picture of the same woman from the first photo only older in this photo, her dark hair streaked through with silver. Standing next to her was a young girl who was obviously Calum's daughter. They were both dressed in Polynesian-style floral dresses. She had the same dark flashing eyes, broad nose, and strong jawline as her father, but her face had a more heart-shaped appearance. 

Calum swiped to the next picture. "My sister, Mali, she's older and my best friend in the world." He pointed to the woman standing next to Vanessa, wearing a similar dress and tying a scarf around the little girl’s cloud of curly hair., The scarf was open a bit at the top, allowing her hair to work free of the silk forming a halo of curls for added effect. Whereas Mali had a bit of a sunburn causing her shoulders and cheeks to look pink against her warm golden tan, the sun had only added an extra glow to Vanessa's deep copper skin tone which was only highlighted by the vibrant blue and yellow pattern of her dress. 

"Your family is gorgeous. You definitely take after your mother. Your daughter is a real cutie, were you guys in Hawaii?" Ashton asked, curious about the outfits. 

Calum shook his head. "New Zealand, actually. Mom's whole family is from there. We went for a family reunion of sorts and so Vanessa could get to know her Maori heritage. She had a blast. We all did. Nicole came with us, and so did her husband. Well, he was her boyfriend then."

"Sounds like y'all have a good relationship," Ashton could tell Calum put his family above everything just as much as he did.

He swiped to the next picture and Ashton's jaw dropped. 

"Wow, that's your daughter's mother?" He looked up at Calum and he nodded. "She's beautiful and that bone structure, my God. The camera loves her, and you can tell she knows her angles too. Damn, you're gorgeous, but you leveled up there," Ashton didn't realize what he'd said until it was too late. He looked back at the picture to avoid looking at Calum. When you put Vanessa next to her mom you could see a strong resemblance there as well. 

Calum's ears burned with the compliment, and he was at a complete loss for words when the timer went off again, saving them both from the awkward silence. Ashton pulled the pastry out of the oven, flooding the room with a heavenly aroma that had Calum practically drooling. He grinned when he caught sight of the mushroom design Ashton had crafted out of paprika, coriander and sea salt. The mac and cheese was next, producing an insane cheese stretch from the pan to the plate as Ashton served it up. He finished the plate with a pile of oven-roasted celery and leeks topped with a squeeze of fresh lemon juice and cracked black pepper. 

Ashton sat at the edge of the bar, at an angle from Calum so they could easily converse while keeping him steps away from the kitchen. At first, they were quiet, the food demanding their full attention, although Ashton had already decided watching Calum's expressions was his new favorite thing. The obscene amount of pleasure he took from his food had Ashton so distracted that he poked himself in the face with his fork. 

Calum was in heaven. He didn't know what cheese blend Ashton concocted, but he'd never had anything like this pasta dish in his life. The vegetables were still firm to the bite, and the fresh citrus was a nice contrast to the creamy, heavy cheese sauce. However, the mushroom Wellington was the real stand out, and Calum had never had anything like it. He opened his eyes and caught Ashton staring again. When he looked away quickly and his ears turned red, Calum was hopelessly smitten. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had cooked for him, and never, ever anything like this. He can cook, and he's handsome as hell, with a big dick and his own money?? He's definitely getting his dick sucked tonight. Calum almost burst out laughing hearing Sham's voice in his head. This time it was Ashton's turn to catch Calum staring, but Cal didn't look away. Instead, he gave the chef a wink and a smile before taking another bite. 

When dinner was finished, Ashton shooed Calum out onto the balcony so he could pick up a bit. He offered Calum an after-dinner smoke from his case of pre-rolled Raw cones. Ashton used to smoke weed all day long when he was a teenager before quitting cold turkey. The past couple of months, Rafi got him into a couple of decent blends to help him relax in the evening that didn't get him too wasted.

He made sure Calum was out of sight before quickly brushing his teeth in the kitchen sink. Ashton wanted to be prepared in case he got the chance to make a move. He'd even made a peppermint sorbet for dessert to cleanse the palate. He scooped out two small cups and topped them with freshly grated dark chocolate before heading out onto the balcony. 

Calum was sitting with his back towards the door, a small cloud of smoke wafting above his head. Ashton opened the door, and the cloud dissipated in the rush of cold air that followed him outside. Calum glanced back over his shoulder and offered the joint to Ashton as he took the icy treat from him. Ashton inhaled deeply one time before gently stubbing it out in the ashtray as he sat across from Calum. Overcome by nerves Ashton began to point out the various herbs and flowers in his little balcony garden. He could tell he was talking too fast, and his palms were sweaty but watching Calum eat ice cream might was obscene, 

The peppermint was stronger than Calum expected but left a lingering cool sweetness accentuated by the bittersweet chocolate. He scraped the cup, and ran his finger along the edge before licking it clean.  He shivered, and he wasn't sure if it was the chill from the sorbet or nerves as he tried to plan how to ask Ashton out on a date, a real one. 

Ashton abruptly stood up and walked to the far end of the balcony looking out at the city. Calum, sensing something was off, hesitated until he saw Ashton kept glancing at him and then looking away. He pushed himself up out of the chair and made his way over to Ashton and stood next to him looking out into the distance. 

"You ok? I can go if you want me to. I don't want you to be uncomfortable," Calum didn't know why he said it, but he suddenly panicked. 

Ashton looked up, stunned. "No, no, I'm fine. I'm just," he rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at the sky. "I-uh I got nervous."

"Oh?" Calum asked, his pulse picking up. 

"Yeah, I don't know how to do this anymore," Ashton mumbled looking at his shoes. "Kissing you is all I've thought about since the moment we met. And wow I said that out loud. Ok so maybe.." Ashton's sentence ended in a squeak as Calum's fingers brushed along his jaw and tipped his chin upwards to find Calum's face inches from his. He leaned forward as Calum's lips found his. The kiss was soft and slow, Calum's hands cupping his face as they melted into each other. Ashton's hands slid up Calum's chest before snaking around his neck and pulling him closer. 

Ashton felt as if he were suspended in mid-air, floating and flying as the heat grew in his chest. He had butterflies in his stomach as he pressed himself closer. He felt Calum's strong arms wrap around him, giving him a cheeky squeeze on his ass. They both giggled and pulled away for a moment to breathe. This time Ashton went in first, he'd been dreaming about this moment, and it was better than he'd imagined. He was relieved Calum wasn't trying to rush. Still, he couldn't resist pulling back to nibble on Calum's jaw before scraping his teeth along the hollow of his throat. The whine that escaped Calum's lips, as a result, was almost enough to make him cum in his pants.

"Let's go inside," Ashton took his hand, and Calum followed him into the living room. Calum sat on the couch and tugged Ashton's belt loop to get him to sit down. Ash started to sit next to him, but Calum shook his head and grabbed his thigh, guiding him down so Ashton was straddling him.

Ashton's head was swimming as Calum's gently bit his earlobe and ran his tongue along the curve of his jaw. He moaned and Calum growled in response, grinding his hips into Ashton's where his bulge strained against the fabric of his tight trousers. He reached up and began to unbutton Ashton's shirt, his fingers brushing against the cool steel of the chain he wore around his neck then dropped down, leaving a trail of fire in the wake of each touch. Ashton's breath caught in his throat as Calum began to ease his shirt off of his shoulders while peppering his skin with kisses.

"I should've shaved," he mumbled. 

"No," Calum assured him. "I like the chest hair," he whispered before scraping his teeth across his skin. 

Ashton moaned, his head rolling back as he concentrated on Calum's mouth and hands, his own fingers grasping the other man's messy black curls. He pushed Calum back against the couch, finding his mouth again and sucking on his bottom lip, electricity coursing between them. Music started playing out of nowhere and he was puzzled when Calum stopped kissing him and wrapped one arm around his waist to hold him in place while he fished his phone out of his pocket. 

Ashton frowned at the interruption and shifted his weight, sliding off his lap as Calum looked at him apologetically. "I'm really sorry, but it's Nicole. I think something's wrong." 

Ashton's annoyance was immediately replaced by concern. Calum reached over and squeezed his hand, giving him a smile as he answered the call. It was brief, and Ashton heard every word. Nicole wouldn't give details over the phone but Vanessa's school had called and there was to be a teacher-parent meeting the very next day. 

"I need you here. You need to be a part of this," she told him.

"I'm on my way," Calum replied without hesitation. He hung up, and Ashton could tell he was pissed and very worried.

"I hope everything is ok," he stood up and headed for the kitchen. 

"She's been having a problem with a girl at school. We thought putting her in private school would make her life easier, but these rich kids are nasty little shits. Where did you go?" Calum stood up and straightened his clothes. When he looked up, he was confused by Ashton's sudden disappearance. 

"I wanted to send you home with a doggy bag," Ashton replied, coming out of the kitchen with a paper bag in his hand. 

"I thought we ate most of it." Now Calum was really perplexed. 

He walked Calum to the door. "We did, but these are smaller versions I made for you to take home and cook yourself. I wrote instructions on a card that's in the bag, and there's a piece of flourless chocolate cake I made for dessert." He had to stop for a second and look away, suddenly shy at the way Calum was smiling at him. He took a breath and kept going. "I hate that you have to go, but it's sweet how much you care about your family. I had a really good time tonight, not just because of," he waved towards the couch, "you know, that. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. So maybe, I mean if you want to hang out sometime..." 

Calum reached out and brushed his thumb across Ashton's bottom lip. "You're so damn cute when you're nervous." Calum leaned down and gave him a soft kiss goodbye. "I want to take you on a date, a real one. I have to go, but I'll text you. Goodnight." Another kiss and he was gone. 

********

They were slow for lunch inside the restaurant. Daniel and Gloria were handling takeout, so Rafi and Hima were doing some extra prep for the weekend. She was helping make challah bread for brunch on Sunday when she spotted her boss gliding into work. She burst into laughter at Ashton's goofy grin despite the dark circles and bags under his eyes. Rafi saw him too and whistled and hooted until Ash flipped them both off and disappeared into his office. 

Twenty minutes later, Hima set a plate of cookies down on his desk. 

"We want you to try these. We're working on expanding catering to boxed lunches," she told him, sitting across from him. 

"We've been open less than a month," he told her, trying not to spit cookie crumbs everywhere.

"We're already doing decent business on takeout, so we're just floating ideas for new revenue streams as word of mouth gets going. The reviews have been glowing, and I've been monitoring social media. We've been getting good exposure so far. I've had some offers to trade a free meal for exposure, but nobody has been worth our time." 

Ashton nodded, as he'd learned long ago to trust her instincts. The cookies were perfect, absolutely delicious, but he knew that's not why she was in his office.

"How's my new stepfather? I've never seen you look so joyful, it's almost disturbing." Hima teased, but she was thrilled for him. Ashton deserved to be happy, and if she couldn't snuggle up to Calum “tall, dark, and handsome” Hood, having him as an in-law would work. Ashton took another big bite, chewing intently as if deep in thought. However, the blush creeping up his neck, not to mention the little hickey she spotted under his ear.

“So I take it the dinner went well. How was breakfast?" She asked, batting her eyes innocently.

"You're incorrigible, I swear," he laughed and leaned back in his chair. "He didn't stay the night. We kissed, but he got a phone call and had to leave." 

"That fucking sucks," Hima pouted.

"Tell me about it. It was just getting good when the phone rang," Ashton felt himself getting hard thinking about it.

"Oh God, your face right now. You're so lost. Were you in the kitchen? All Hallmark-movies-of-the-week style?" 

"No, I was straddling him on my couch if you may know," he told her just as she took a drink of water. 

She tried not to choke and succeeded in dribbling water down her chin as she sputtered. "The mental image I just got. I hate you, you know that right?" She wiped her face with a towel she pulled from her apron and then threw it at Ashton.

"He's really a great guy," Ashton giggled. "Have you watched him eat though?" 

"I know right, the faces," Hima almost yelled, catching herself and taking it down a notch. "I've never seen anything like it. Makes you wonder eh?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Seriously though, I'm really happy it worked out. You guys are gonna make such a cute couple. Now we have to find someone for me." 

"Why? Is Dakota not working out?" It was Ashton's turn to look innocent as he watched the comment land. 

Hima blinked rapidly before looking him straight in the eye. "I was not expecting that. How did you know?" She asked, but the answer came to her at the same time. "The cameras are on your phone. Am I fired?"

"Are you kidding? No, I'm just teasing, but yeah that caught me by surprise the other night," Ashton felt awful when she burst into tears. "You're not in trouble. Hima, look at me, we're friends. I'm not mad. I'm not going to tell your family." He came around the desk and pulled her out of her chair and into a hug.

Hima started to laugh, and he could feel her shaking in his arms. "Oh shit, sorry," she wiped away tears, as she eased away from him.. "I don't know why I reacted like that. I felt like my dad caught me lying and there was this rush of blind panic."

"I'm sorry, I was just fucking with you," Ashton didn't know what to say.

"I shouldn’t have done it, but I’m wanting to try things. But if I’m feeling guilty I can’t enjoy it.  Can I tell you?" Ashton nodded and she continued. "I met him on FetLife, more on that in a second. He's got a girlfriend, but he wanted to try something new. Maisie won't let me use her place to meet up when her roommate is there. I had fun, but I didn't feel good about it after so it's a one and done. Anyway, I'm pretty sure Calum is on FetLife. He has a pain kink, nipple clamps, and light bondage from what I saw on his profile.  I checked this morning and his profile was deleted. I'll send you the screenshot I took the first time. I don't know his tattoos, but you might." 

There was a loud knock at the door, and they both jumped. Rafi opened the door before Ashton could answer, and Hima was taken aback by how angry he looked. 

"You're not gonna believe this boss," Rafi said, a flush creeping up his neck. "Luke's here, he wants to see you." 

Ashton jumped up followed by Hima hot on his heels. Gloria stopped them in the kitchen, blocking Ashton's path as they began to go back and forth arguing in Spanish with Rafi and Daniel cutting into the conversation.

Hima was the only person in the room who hadn't come over from Lune Rouge and wasn't included in the conversation. She took advantage of the distraction to slip past them and out through the prep area to the bar. She was looking towards the hostess podium, not expecting him to be sitting two feet from her looking straight at her as she came through the swinging doors. She'd seen enough pictures to recognize him right away, but he was even better looking in person. His blue eyes were sad, and for a second she thought he’d been crying. He turned on the charm instantly, giving her his best smile and extending his hand. 

"I recognize you," he told her. "You're Hima, Ash's girl wonder. I've heard so many good things about you. I went to Johnson and Wales for a bit myself. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Hima instantly saw how Ashton had been so thoroughly bewitched by this man, and it amazed her that Luke had the balls to walk into their restaurant. She opened her mouth to tell him so when Ashton came out of the kitchen on the other side of the bar. Rafi came out and stood next to her behind the bar until Ashton glared at them and they ducked back inside.

"What do you want?" Ashton asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Listen, I didn't know how else to reach you," Like started.

"There's a reason for that. What do you want?" Ashton repeated the question.

"Can we sit down and talk, somewhere private? It's been so long" Luke whined, the sound grating on Ashton's nerves.

"Nope, I'm busy and I don't want you here. Please leave, don't contact me again," Ashton turned to go. 

"Wait its Mom," Luke played his ace card. "She had surgery. I'm worried about her." 

Ashton turned back around slowly, looking at Luke, who couldn't quite hide the triumphant smirk knowing he still had leverage over his ex. Ashton’s anger felt hollow now, not the gut-wrenching agonizing pain that once was there every day since he caught Luke cheating. It was gone, all of it. The realization was liberating. Knowing the seething hatred didn't follow him like a storm cloud, and the spell of attraction was irrefutably broken.  Ashton knew right then that he didn't love Luke anymore, and he couldn't ever get it back even if he wanted to. 

"Luke, your mom had her thyroid removed last Thursday. She's fine, we're having lunch next week. Get the fuck out of my restaurant," Ashton hissed.

Luke looked like he was going to start something, but Ashton stared him down, watching as he left the restaurant, got in his car, and drove away. He then pushed back through the kitchen doors, past everyone without a word, locked himself in his office, sat in his chair, and wept for almost an hour. The adrenaline rush of seeing Luke, the relief of knowing it was done, needed a release. When he was finished, he cleaned up a bit and finished the cookies Hima had left on his desk. There were a couple of text messages on his phone. The first was from Hima 

You ok boss? 

Never been better, I'll be out in a bit

Under that was Calum

Can't wait to see you again but I have to go out of town tomorrow. There's an event at the observatory for the meteor shower so I'll be up in the mountains. Let me pick you up Monday afternoon if you don't have to work

He did have to work, but Hima was off and she'd switch with him for this. 

Sounds good, let me know what time

I can't wait 😉 I wanna pick up where we left off before we were interrupted. I'm almost at school. I have to go to the principal's office, some things never change. Looking forward to Monday

Ashton read the message, not knowing how he was going to stand the anticipation. He got up to find Hima. e could not work Monday. This was too important. 

*********

Calum pulled into the parking spot, looking up at Ashton's building. He sent a text letting him know he was outside. As he waited, Calum glanced into the backseat at the picnic basket full of goodies Hima had helped him select. He'd sent her an email on his way out of town headed to where he would have little to no cell service. There was a little park that, if you knew how to wind through a subdivision full of dead-end and one-way streets, was about twenty minutes away from Calum's house. There was a duck pond next to a jacaranda tree that he'd always thought would be perfect for a date. He glanced up at the cloudy sky praying the weather held throughout the day. 

Calum wiped his palms on his jeans and took a deep breath. He'd been looking forward to this all weekend, even sitting in the observatory atop Mt Hamilton watching shooting stars streak across the sky. He'd been impatient to get back to Ashton. Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered.  The lyrics to a song he hadn't heard in over a decade bubbled up into his brain, taking him back to his grandmother in Scotland cleaning her kitchen and singing along to the FM radio above her sink. 

I'm wild again, beguiled again. Gran always told his sister to "find a brawny lad who can make you laugh and works hard." Calum grinned, watching Ashton emerge from his building wearing a green, long-sleeved Henley shirt and black skinny jeans that clung to his physique. Brawny lad indeed.

Calum turned the music down when Ashton opened the car door and climbed in. He was completely caught off guard when the other man handed him a small bundle from behind his back. Calum looked at the small bunch of plants tied together with kitchen twine and a small ribbon. 

"You brought me flowers?" He asked, feeling his face get warm. "That's so thoughtful." Calum's throat was tight, and he knew he was blushing crimson. He smiled at Ashton, trying not to get too emotional. He focused on the bouquet which allowed him to take a second to regain his composure. As he did, he realized this was unlike any bouquet he'd seen before. "Are these from your garden?" 

"Yeah," Ashton giggled, giddy and nervous. He shifted in his seat. He pointed to the small purple flowers on one. "These are chive blossoms, sage, and thyme." His fingers brushed the delicate white bell shaped blossoms. "Sweet marjoram, and this is borage, both great additions to a salad or stew. I added some daisies and rosemary for color and fragrance. I'm glad you like them." Calum looked up and Ashton looked away, shy again. 

"If you're trying to impress me, it's working. I love them, thank you," he said brushing his fingers along the back of Ashton's hand. He reached behind his seat and grabbed a handful of napkins and a cup out of the picnic supplies. He carefully wrapped up the little bundle and placed it in the cup. "We should get going before the weather turns on us." 

"Where are we going?" Ashton asked, buckling his seatbelt.

"It's a surprise," Calum winked at him. 

"How was the meteor shower?" Ashton asked.

"Out of this world," Calum shot back and they both erupted into laughter.

Ashton leaned back in his seat, watching Calum's face as he concentrated on getting through a construction zone. His eyes landed on a small faint bruise on Calum's neck. He felt his cock twitch in his pants at the memory of leaving the mark, knowing he had every intention of leaving more later tonight. 

 Calum glanced over, and this time Ashton didn't look away, instead giving him a wink and a sly smile before Calum had to tear his eyes away to focus on the road. He gasped when Ashton reached over and put a hand on his knee. Ashton jerked his hand back at the sound, but Calum caught it. He gave him a squeeze then placed Ashton's hand on his leg again, slightly higher than before. 

"Almost there, this place is a maze, but it's a nice quiet park," Calum made a series of turns and Ashton spotted the park up ahead. They passed the first parking lot near a playground where several kids were running around before making another turn and parking in a smaller lot. 

Calum got out and walked to the back of the Rover. Ashton came around right as he was opening the hatch. 

"What can I carry?" Ashton asked. 

Calum frowned and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He had his phone set to only allow for two numbers to ring through.

 Ashton's heart sank watching Calum's expression. Please not another family emergency.  He felt guilty, but he wanted Calum all to himself today. 

"It's my mom, she's probably calling to chat but I have to answer. Give me just a second, I'm so sorry," Calum apologized. 

Ashton nodded and smiled, hoping it was nothing serious. "I'm a Mama's boy too," he reminded him. "I'll look around a bit." 

Ashton wandered off towards a lovely pond where he spotted a family of ducks swimming together. There was a tree overlooking the pond giving off shade and a little privacy.  He heard Calum laugh and say his goodbyes to his mom, and he was relieved to see everything was fine. The ducks quacked out a warning before turning and swimming in the other direction. He started to turn back to go help Calum unload the car when the first raindrop hit his nose. Ashton looked up as it started to sprinkle. As he headed back towards the parking lot the drizzle increased to a soft steady rain.  Then a streak of lightning split the sky with a deafening crack causing Ashton to almost jump out of his skin at the incredible noise. Unfortunately, this caused him to lose his footing and slip on the wet grass. He crashed hard into the ground and fell again when he tried to get up. Calum hurried over and reached Ashton just as he struggled to his feet, his left side streaked with mud and grass clippings sticking to his skin and hair. 

"Are you ok?" Calum reached out to steady him. 

"Yeah let's get out of here," Ashton snapped. "Sorry, I'm not mad at you." 

"It's fine, really," Calum opened his door for him before going to his side and getting in. "We'll go to my house, I live ten minutes from here." 

Ashton hesitated, not wanting to dirty up Calum's car, getting soaked standing there. 

"It's fine," Calum reassured him. 

Ashton thought for a second and then pulled his shirt, which got the worst of the mud, off over his head, wrung it out as best he could, tossed it on the rubber floor mat, and got in. 

Calum turned the car on and flipped the heat on low so Ashton wouldn't get chilled. He wanted to say something, make small talk, anything as they drove in silence. 

"I'm sorry about that," he began.

"Why? Rain is rain, it's not your fault. I might need to borrow your shower though. The grass is starting to itch," Ashton reached over and put his hand on Calum's knee again. Calum pulled it a little higher, and Ashton responded by sliding his hand all the way up Calum's thigh as far as he could go without actually touching his dick. Calum didn't say a word but Ashton smiled as he heard the sharp intake of breath and felt the car accelerate in response. 

They pulled up to a small bungalow at the end of a winding road as the rain started to pick up. Calum grabbed the basket and handed Ashton a bag and they both made a dash for the front door. They were greeted by Brutus barking and bouncing on his back legs at the sight of Ashton. Calum was stunned when the little dog launched himself at the newcomer’s ankles, immediately flipping over for a belly rub. 

"Somebody's friendly," Ashton cooed, leaning down to pet him.

"Not usually," Calum told him. "I'll get set up in here. Follow me, I'll show you where the shower is." He walked down the hall, Ashton and Brutus trailing behind him. He stopped at a closet and grabbed a couple of towels before opening another door. "This is the bathroom. I've got a couple different kinds of body wash, use whatever you need and I'll find you something dry to change into. You want a t-shirt or button up? Pants or shorts?" Calum asked trying not to gawk at Ashton's bare chest. 

Ashton shrugged. "Something that's comfortable and easy to take off sounds good. It won't take long. It's not safe but I've gotta rinse off."  The lights flickered and they both looked up. 

"You'd better hurry. I'll leave the clothes outside the door," Calum told him before leaning in for a quick kiss. 

Ashton frowned when he pulled back but Calum winked and disappeared into his bedroom across the hall. Ashton was tempted to follow but he needed to stop itching first.

*******

Ashton was halfway down the hall when the lights went out. He'd changed into the pajama pants and t-shirt Calum left hanging on the doorknob. He followed a soft glow until he found himself in the living room. Calum had set up some food in a spread on the coffee table, but he was nowhere to be seen. Ashton sat down on the couch and began to nibble on some strawberries when he heard a door slam and Calum came out wearing similar drawstring pants and a black shirt fully unbuttoned so the candlelight reflected off his bare chest making him look like a golden god. 

"Oh hey, that was quick. I didn't know how hungry you were so I put the cold stuff in the fridge. I thought you might want to have a drink first. I have wine." 

"Sounds good, we can eat later. I'm not really thinking about food right now," Ashton replied, food the furthest thing from his mind. 

Calum sat down next to him, handing him a glass of red wine. Ashton took a sip and recognized it as a German ice wine he loved that was not easy to come by. 

"How did you know? How did you find it so quickly?" Ashton looked up in disbelief. 

"My wife called your wife about the feature and next thing I know I've got a box on my doorstep with this wine and some salami I've never heard of. There was also a caramel brownie cake that looks like it's gonna go straight to my hips. I did my own research for the rest of it.  I know this date isn't going exactly how I wanted it to, but I wanted to make things special. At least the food will be good," Calum sighed.

"You didn't have to do all that," Ashton told him.

"Yeah I did," Calum responded. "You really went all out the other day. Everyone I’ve talked to while writing this feature has gone on and on about how kind and generous you are. You’re always put so much effort into other people and you deserve to have someone make that kind of effort for you. You're so warm and caring, and funny too. Anyone who doesn't see how special you are is an idiot," Calum stopped talking, afraid he'd said too much. He took a big gulp of wine only looking up when Ashton reached over to take the glass from his hand. He set both their glasses on the table and turned back to Calum. 

Without a word, Calum reached for him pulling him onto his lap, Ashton's knees on either side of his hips. Ashton slid Calum's shirt off his shoulders as their lips met with a heated urgency. Calum nipped Ashton's bottom lip before their tongues tangled. Ashton pulled back and grazed his teeth and tongue down Calum's throat. His long fingers traced around Cal's dark nipples before giving them a sharp tug. Calum grunted and bucked underneath him in response making Ashton try it again. Leaving slow sucking kisses down his neck pinching the stiff rosy buds after each one as Calum began to grind his erection up against Ashton. Breathy cries escaped his lips as he got more aroused, more desperate. 

Calum was tugging at the drawstring on Ashton's pants and slipping past the waistband. His hand closed around Ashton's length and he moaned in anticipation.  It was bigger than he expected and thicker than anything Calum had imagined outside of porn and his wildest dreams.

"Let me suck you off," Calum begged as Ashton continued to mark up his neck. 

Ashton shook his head, his soft curls brushing against Calum's jaw. 

"Can't let that happen, sweetheart," Ashton answered, barely lifting his lips from the patchwork of red welts and slight purple bruises. "I'll cum too fast if I let you put those pretty lips around my cock. I've thought about it so many times." 

Calum shivered as much from the heat of the other man's breath on his skin as the words he'd said. 

"Mmmm I like that," Calum hissed. He arched his back as Ashton's head dipped lower, sucking a trail down his chest and latching onto his nipple. "I've wanted this, need you, Ash." 

Ashton pushed hard against Calum's chest and stood up. Calum whined at the sudden lack of contact,  his kiss swollen lips pursing into a pout. 

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking up at Ashton who was peeling off his shirt revealing his lean physique, chest heaving with a sheen of sweat, tattooed flames peeking out underneath his ribs. Calum started to get up but Ashton stopped him. 

"Nothing's wrong, everything is perfect," Ashton told him, bending down for a quick kiss. "I wanted to take my time but hearing you moan my name like that is too much. Slide your pants down, let me taste you."  Ashton carefully moved the table back far enough they wouldn't bump anything as things got crazy. 

"Oh God," Calum gasped as Ashton kneeled between his thighs, tugging impatiently as he raised his hips and kicked his shorts off.

Ashton licked around the tip of Calum's cock feeling it twitch seeking his mouth. Calum reached for him but Ashton pinned his hands beside him on the couch. "Not yet," Ashton teased, fluttering the tip of his tongue along the ridge. 

"Oh fuck Ashton, please," Calum's eyes rolled back and his jaw dropped open as Ashton took him all the way down his throat. He had to concentrate to keep himself from exploding right then.  Calum tried to squirm away but there was nowhere to go. Ashton let up instantly.

"Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?" Ashton's hazel eyes were searching Calum's face.

Calum grabbed Ashton's hand and placed it in his inner thigh. "I don't want you to ever stop. I'm just trying not to bust too soon." 

Ashton grinned and leaned forward. His mouth hovered just above Calum's shaft, close enough he could reach out with the tip of his tongue, if he wanted to. 

"Don't want that to happen do we?" Ashton smirked, grasping the base of Calum's shaft applying pressure just above the balls and pulling it back away from Calum's stomach. 

"Keep doing that," Calum moaned, waiting until the pressure turned to slight pain. "Let go, let go," he cried and Ashton released his grip letting his dick spring back, slapping against his stomach. "Fuck babe, do that again," Calum whined, pulling his nipples his dark eyes intensely focused on Ashton.

Ashton flushed under Calum's stare feeling the knot in his stomach twist with desire as Calum moaned with each stroke, each release. They were both sweating now, the dim light giving Calum's broad chest as Ashton pushed up and met Calum's lips for a kiss. 

Ashton stood up looking down at Calum seated on the couch. Reaching down he cupped his hand around the massive bulge straining against his pants before pushing his hips towards Calum's face. His dark bushy eyebrows raised in a smirk Calum began to tease Ashton with nips and sucking kisses.  Ashton hissed at the feeling of teeth grazing his shaft through the flannel. Calum groaned against him as Ashton impatiently slithered the waistband down past his hips. Calum's mouth was on him in a flash, lips parted and taking him down past the back of his throat resisting the urge to gag around his length. Ashton cried out as his hands tangled in Calum's soft curls leaning his weight against Calum to keep his knees from shaking. 

Calum looked up at the man hovering over him, their eyes met and the need intensified. Ashton bent down for a kiss as Calum's hands reached up pulling his hips down once more. In between the flurry of passionate kisses and hands roaming and grasping desperately to feel as much of the other’s skin against their own Calum could barely gasp out the words.

"How do you want me?" 

Ashton's head spun at the sound of the words. He'd imagined this so many times, gotten himself off so many times thinking about this moment. Now that it was here he didn't hesitate to answer.

"I wanna ride you until you cum for me," Ashton told him.

Calum looked shocked and Ashton started to explain, "normally I'm a top but with you I thought-" 

He couldn't finish the sentence before Calum stopped him with a kiss. "Don't have to explain. I wanna try everything you wanna try. Let me grab something really quickly," Calum helped Ashton shift so he could get up. He grabbed a towel and pulled open the drawer on the coffee table where he'd stashed lube and condoms just in case. Ashton chuckled but his breath caught in his throat as Calum turned back towards him. Fully nude, the candlelight cast a golden glow across Calum's chest and thighs as he walked back towards the couch, sliding the condom on with a stroke and Ashton couldn't remember anything sexier.  They settled back on the couch with Ashton straddling Calum his knees on either side of his hips. Calum moved his hand down as Ashton raised his hips as Cal's fingers moved past Ashton's balls to tease his tight hole. 

Ashton sighed and relaxed back against Calum feeling himself being spread open as he worked another couple of fingers in. When Ashton had gotten used to the stretch he began to rock his hips impatiently and wanting more. Calum chuckled against Ashton's chest as Ashton took the lube from him and made sure Calum's cock was nice and slick before easing the head of it into his eager entrance. Calum held his breath, clenching his stomach and thighs to hold still while Ashton carefully worked Calum's length inside him. The pain gave way to a throbbing ache as Ashton began to rock his hips. Calum was thick, so he felt the most delicious stretch. Calum's hands roamed everywhere. He ran his nails along Ashton's thighs, stroking over the phoenix tattoo on his ribcage, and grazed through Ashton's chest hair before tugging at his necklace. Ashton's hips moved faster as he leaned back to balance his hands on Calum's thighs. Calum wrapped his hand around Ashton's cock matching thrust in time. There were no words needed as they moved together moans and groans punctuated with the occasional soft little sigh because it just felt so good. 

Calum's hips bucked and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. Not with the way Ashton was bouncing on him now, his thighs pumping as he sought his own climax. Ashton leaned forward whimpering into Calum's neck, nuzzling and nibbling. His tempo increased, his nails dug into Calum's scalp and his long fingers pulled his curls. Calum kept one hand on Ashton's shaft while the other clutched Ashton's hip spurring him on. 

A growl ripped from Ashton's chest as his orgasm exploded from his core shooting electricity through every nerve ending in his body. Calum felt him erupt between their bodies spilling through his fingers and onto his chest. Ashton clenched around Calum's cock sending him crashing into ecstasy as Ashton's hips stuttered and jerked, milking every drop from Calum as he thrust up into Ashton, his eyes rolling back in his head. Ashton sat up pulling Calum's head into his chest, Calum's arms wrapped around Ashton's waist as they traded breaths and their heartbeats slowed back down. Ashton eased himself off Calum causing both of them to groan a little at the lack of contact.

Calum got up and staggered into the kitchen to throw the condom away and wash his hands.  He came back with a bottle of water for each of them, flipping the spout up before handing it over.  Ashton sat up and guzzled the entire bottle as Calum grabbed the towel wiping himself off quickly and tossing it on the couch.  Ashton excused himself to clean up and when he came back Calum had moved the table back by the couch and was munching on a cluster of grapes. 

"Sorry, but I'm always hungry after sex," Calum looked sheepish and Ashton noticed he hadn't bothered to get dressed yet. Not that I'm complaining.  Ashton ran his hand up Calum's thigh as he settled next to him on the couch. 

"Don't apologize," Ashton gave him a wink. "You need to get your strength back for round two." 

"Oh yeah?" Calum raised his eyebrows and bit into the fruit, letting the juices dribble down his chin. 

"Keep looking at me like that and see what happens," Ashton smirked but he was hungry too. 

Calum pulled a throw blanket and some cushions on to the floor so they could stretch out.  Ashton poured more wine while Calum grabbed the food out of the fridge. Ashton's mouth watered when he saw the espresso baked brie and the spinach croquettes. Calum had done his homework and Ashton was incredibly touched by the effort. 

Calum sat down with his back against the couch and Ashton propped himself up at a slight angle to him, close enough to touch, with the food places between them, their legs stretched out and tangled together. They ate in comfortable silence exchanging smiles and glances between bites. They found little ways to touch each other, unable to keep their hands off each other. Calum fed Ashton a bite of chocolate only to find the other man's lips pressed to the inside of his wrist. Ashton wiping crumbs off Calum's bottom lip before finding his thumb captured between Cal's teeth.  Calum laughed and started to say something but Ashton had spaced out on him. 

"What's on your mind?" Calum cringed when he realized he'd spoken out loud. 

"I'm trying not to think about things too much, it's never a good idea," Ashton admitted. He was already in too deep, whether he said it out loud or not.

Calum pulled Ashton in close,  folding the other man into his arms so his head was resting just above Calum's heart. Ashton closed his eyes, listened to the rhythm, and the rise and fall of Calum's chest. 

"I know what you mean. This is going to sound corny but I feel like I should be nervous, I'm not though. I really like you and I'm not going to try to find something wrong. I'm too excited to see what happens next." Calum finished his thought with a string of kisses along Ashton's hairline before adding," I have to Venmo Hima  $100 before I forget." 

Ashton pulled back laughing, he grabbed his phone off the table. "I can't say shit, she pulled the same scam on me." 

Calum laughed and leaned forward to get his phone as well. Ashton eyed Calum's bare ass noticing the slight tan line just above his hips. Calum saw his expression and wiggled his hips. "Like what you see?" Calum's tone was playful but Ashton could see his dick getting hard again. 

"I will take you right here Hood," Ashton growled reaching for a condom. 

Calum's phone rang, it was Hima on FaceTime. 

"Answer it, I dare you," Ashton pulled Calum onto his back and placed his hands on the back of Calum's thighs. 

"Hima, what's up?" As soon as Calum answered the call he felt Ashton's tongue teasing between his cheeks. He fought to keep a straight face as he told Hima about the disaster in the park despite Ashton probing and licking against his hole. Aston buried his tongue and Calum ended the call without saying goodbye and tossed his phone to the side. 

Ashton made Calum beg to be fucked before he finally relented and replaced his tongue with the head of his dick. Ashton kept Calum's knees to his chest as he took his time easing his cock into Calum's ass, adding lube as he went. Calum had never been with anyone this big and he pulled his own nipples as Ashton stretched him as far as he could go. The thrill of the pain was unlike anything Calum had experienced and Ashton made him beg before he pushed further. Calum gasped as Ashton bottomed out, seeing his arms flex as he held himself in place, the light reflecting off the red blood moon tattoos and bold black star. Ashton moved his hips, barely pulling out and rocking against his ass to hit a spot deep inside him that Calum never knew existed. The surprised moan that filled the room spurred Ashton to maintain that control, giving long slow deep strokes, and hitting that spot each time. 

Calum's hand closed around his dick, trying to keep from cumming before he was ready. Ashton switched positions, biceps curling around Calum's thick thighs as they moved together, chasing their climax together. 

Calum arched his back, his spine contracting and releasing slamming his hips against the floor. Ashton rutted his hips, pushing deeper into Calum. His vision blurred as Calum's name fell from his lips. Calum cried out underneath him and Ashton watched Calum's release spattering his chest and stomach with white streaks. Ashton collapsed on top of him shaking uncontrollably as he came undone. 

"Oh my God Ashton, that was incredible," Calum whispered when he found his voice again. They untangled from each other, both sticky and sleepy, overheated from exertion. 

Calum made sure the candles were blown up and there was nothing left out that could hurt Brutus before he led Ashton into the bathroom where they fumbled around in the shadows taking turns rinsing each other off and exchanging clumsy kisses.  Calum took them into his bedroom, pulling the covers down on the bed as the electric came back on. The AC started with a whoosh turning the room chilly very quickly. They scrambled under the covers quickly, fighting for the covers and giggling like little kids. There was a bit of awkward positioning before they ended up laying face to face unable to stop staring at each other, chatting for what seemed like hours, hands, and legs intertwined before they finally dozed off.

**********

When Ashton woke up he was alone in a strange bed. The smell of Calum tickled his senses and the bed was still warm. There was a light shining from the hallway. He listened and heard tiny scraping sounds coming towards him before a small dog burst into the room and launched himself on the bed. Brutus attacked Ashton with doggy kisses as Calum followed him into the room. 

"Brutus, get down," Calum scolded him. "Sorry about that. He needed to go out and I was trying not to wake you." 

"What time is it?" Ashton looked around for his phone. 

"It's a little after midnight, I can drive you home if you need to go," Calum offered, unable to hide his sudden disappointment.

"There's nowhere else I want to be, come back to bed," Ashton yawned and stretched out. 

Calum slid under the covers, cuddling into Ashton's body heat, Brutus curled up on the duvet between them. Calum rested his head against his shoulder and Ashton's fingers aimlessly snaked through Calum's soft dark curls. The rain began again as they drifted off to dream together.

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[warriorsquest]

Date with destiny with @LethalVince

Blay: *It was date night, my first… well not first date, but first real date that included being away from the house, someone else's cooking than Fritz and wasn't junk food. My date with Vincent. It had been a spur of the moment thing to leave him that note like I done and asking but nevertheless it was something I very much wanted to do. Quite honestly, I think that him and i both needed it, a real date to officiate things and make things between us real. I knew at least I did.

I made reservation at this small Italian family restaurant that was actually a boat that cruised around on the river. I’d reserved the very top deck part that was used for VIP guests so even though we would be out around other people we would be alone. I wanted to give Vincent a special night something that would show him not all people were bad and that I was someone he could count on. With Fritz help I’d managed to arranged a few surprises that I hope he would appreciate. Taking a long look at myself in the full length mirror I fixed my bowtie once more, satisfied with how I looked I picked up the single rose from the table to head on over to the trainees quarters to pick up Vincent.*

Vincent:  *Bring on the butterflies.  Little fuckers where fluttering around in my stomach and if I didn’t take a few deep breaths to force myself to calm down, I would have lost the liquids in my stomach.  Excitement kicked my joints into action and after a quick shower, some grooming and styling, I was ready for the date. One last look in the mirror confirmed I looked alright.  Jeans, a button up shirt and casual black lace up shoes were the best I could do. Shopping for clothes hadn’t been on my to do list, but at least I had bought one decent outfit to attend brotherhood functions. Thank the Scribe for that.  

Leaving the dorm room I half expected the other trainees to be hanging around, ready to ask questions, but luck was on my side.  The lounge area was empty and I sent up a silent “thank you” as I took a seat on one of the couches. One glance at my watch had me shifting around on the leather.  Blay would be here any minute. He was always on time for everything*

Blay: *Wandering through the mansion I forced myself to not run and take my time. I didn’t want to scare Vincent off with my eagerness or ruin it by being to much. All I wanted for tonight was to get Vincent alone and away from the mansion so we could get the chance to really talk and get to know each other even more. I opened the door leading to the long corridor that lead to the trainee quarters, smiling to myself. The plans I had for tonight… Scribe, please make them impress him, please make it be as special as I wanted them to be. As I came closer to the lounge area my heart started to speed up and when I was right outside the door I stopped, closed my eyes to breath deeply. I was nervous like really ‘I care what he thinks’ and ‘infatuated’ nervous. I hadn’t felt this kind of rowding emotion inside since the beginning of Qhuinn and even then it was different because Qhuinn and my relationship had never been based on mutual feelings or interest at the same time. Going in I knew Vincent was there because he wanted too, he’d been the one to actually take the first step. Vincent’s amazing blue eyes flashing before my closed eye made them flutter open. Taking a deep breath, fixing my bowtie and with a last deep calming breath I entered the room and there on a couch sat Vincent, breathtaking and waiting. “Good evening, Vincent.”*

Vincent:  *Blay was a vision as he stood in the doorway.  My mind fucked out for a few seconds, leaving me standing and looking like a fish out of water.  I opened my mouth to speak and closed it again. Blay looked like he had stepped out of a men’s modeling magazine.  Sweet Scribe.

My feet did it’s own take on what my eyes were seeing, and I stumbled back against the couch.  My hand grabbed the piece of furniture to stop my fall, and I instantly felt like an idiot. And if my stupid stumble wasn’t enough, I had my dress code to add to the embarrassment.  

I could only imagine how daft I looked as I stared at the warrior, trying to find the right words*  I.. ermm… I… Hey… I mean…. You look really nice… *my eyes darted down and scanned over my own casual clothes, feeling my cheeks flush*

Blay: *I smiled, Vincent was looking at me with huge eyes, those amazing blue eyes running over me like a sweet caress. I took a step close, admiring him as openly as he was doing with me. “Good evening Vincent.” There wasn’t any reaction that he heard my greeting, chuckling I walk even closer just in time to catch Vincent’s arm as he stumbles. “You ok?” I smiled, we were standing close enough for me to scent him. I inhaled deeply filling my lungs with is masculine scent. Scribe he smelled good! “Thank you, Vincent, so do you. Actually, you look amazing and you smell even better.” I hold out the rose. “For you. I’ve made reservation on the restaurant down by the water. It’s a dinner cruise on the river. I hope you don’t get seasick easily.” I was a bit nervous that he wouldn’t like it.*

Vincent:  *Blay stepped closer and… yeah, my heart skipped a few beats right there.  His hand gripped my arm and I felt the world whoosh around me. Shit, he was so beautiful.  His words began to slowly sink in, while I tried to steady myself before we both ended up on the couch.

My cheeks flushed warm as he gave me the red rose he was holding.  My fingers laced around the stem, thumb tracing the leaves gently* thank you, Blay.  This is really nice. I didn’t get you anything… *Shit, I didn’t expect this. I didn’t get him a rose or chocolates.  Fuck is that even a thing between two males. I don’t know. I’m out of my depth here*

Blay: *I chuckled softly cupping his right cheek in my hand. “You don’t have to give me anything. I asked you out so this is your night to be wined and dined, to be spoiled. All I want is your company.” It was true I did. We had been fooling around and hanging out for a long time now, for at least a good six months and I’d never taken him out for a dinner, or a real date. Not even a lousy pizza at some shack. The best I’d offered was pizza in my room or last meal when we hadn’t wanted to join the others in the dining room only so we could roll around in bed some more. And all through that Vincent knew not everything but enough about Qhuinn and our past and how hard that had been on me and still was in some way; yet he was still there. I was a real douchebag, like for real. I should be happy Vincent even wanted to go out with me after what I put him through. Funny how that was, when I had been secretly in love with Qhuinn, he been the one fucking around and now even if I didn’t fuck around on Vincent, I’d been partly emotionally unavailable, but no more. “You look great, good enough to eat really. Maybe I can have you for dessert instead of whatever is on the menu?” I tried with a flirty smile to help him relax a little. “Actually,” I leaned in close enough for our lips to be almost touching, “why don’t we have a pre-dessert taste.” I whispered right before I pressed my lips against his in a tender kiss.*

Vincent:  *Cue the butterflies scrambling right to my stomach.  Blay’s words were enough to send me spiraling onto the nearest cloud, but he exceeded expectation and sealed it with a kiss.  This felt weird and exhilarating. Funny how different this was to our usual sexcapades in his room. This felt real and less like a play around thing.  

For the first time since I met Blay, I felt like we could actually steer towards being mated.  I didn’t say that though. I didn’t want to jinx it, and with his past with the Brother Qhuinn, it was already complicated enough as is.  

I was mildly aware that my heart skipped a few beats and rock n rolled with those butterflies.  It took me a few seconds to catch my breath after our lips parted, and all I could manage was* Ohh….

Blay: *The kiss was meant to be a brush of lips, a quick taste, to sate the most immediate desire to touch him and be touched. But the second our lips met this hunger woke up in me, like it had been dormant and just now woke up and the only one to make it better was Vincent’s lips on mine. After Qhuinn, I had sexual partners, hell I’d even had sex with Qhuinn and Lassiter for that matter after we broke up. It was hard to say it meant nothing because at the time it had meant everything, been a statement of sorts. But it felt as if it been years since I really been touched and at this very moment, kissing Vincent and not having done that in a while it dawned on me how much he come to mean to me. Hence the date.

Finally, as we parted, I brought my hand down from his face to lace his fingers and mine together, I did so with a smile. A sigh of relief going through me as the feeling of contentment settled deep inside of me. “You ready to go? The ship will leave harbor in about thirty minutes and we don’t want it to leave without us.” I was starving and looking forward to the fine dining, the drinks and being able to focus fully on Vincent for an entire night, maybe even get him to dance on deck with me under the stars.*

Vincent:   *Those butterflies went from rock n roll to full Tango mode as Blay took my hand and laced his fingers with mine.  We walked out of the trainees common room, or lounge, whatever, and down the tunnels to the garage. He never let go of my hand, and that meant everything to me.  I wasn’t something to be hidden in his room. He was making a statement that he was serious about us and he is proud to have me. It filled my heart with pride and I had to take deep, even breaths as we walked, to keep my feet firmly on the ground, cause right now I was on cloud nine.

His car was parked in the garage and like the perfect gentlemen he opened the door for me.  This felt strange and good all together. I didn’t know what to expect from being with another male, but Blay made it easier.  He made it natural*

Blay: *I drove us to the parking lot linked to the harbour parking. Opening my door to go out I turn to Vincent “Don’t get out.” I gave him one of my best smiles as I got out of the car, buttoning my jacket as I went around the car to open the door for him. It was probably corny but I held out my hand to give him the option of putting his in mine again to help him out of the car. It was a gesture more for a reason to touch him rather than anything else, that it put a smile on his face that reached his eyes was just an amazing bonus. His smile was so gorgeous I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and kissing him. Like before it was meant to be a short brush of lips but somehow I lingered and it became more. Before I knew it his back was pressed up against the car door opening and our bodies were flushed together. We broke a part, flushed and breathless. “Wow…like I said better than any dessert. I just don’t seem to be able to keep my hands off you.” I took his hand once more shutting the door as we started to stroll locking the door as we went. “You hungry? They have the best food here.”*

Vincent:  *Oh, fuck… Jason, Matthew… what was my fucking name?  I lost all senses as Blay’s lips locked with mine. Time stood still, and I didn’t want it to start moving until we were good and done with this.  He already had my heart skipping beats and my face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning, and now he completely swept me off my feet.

I knew without a doubt I would never feel like this with anyone else but Blay.  He was my someone and every touch and smile confirmed it. The mention of food made my stomach cramp a little.  I hadn’t eaten and it was catching up to me now. Training was grueling and eating a truck load of food came naturally*

Yes, I’m actually starving.

Blay: *I smiled giving his lips a last peck as I laced my fingers with and we started to walk towards the floating restaurant. “Good because this place food to die for and we really have to have three courses.” I let Vince walk before me up on the ship watching his ass as he walked. With a smirk I reached out and caressed one globe with the palm of my hand, I simply couldn’t resist. He was temptation like never before. “We’re on the deck, top floor.” I came up behind him where he stood waiting not quite touching my front to his back but I could still feel the heat pouring off of him. “We have it all to ourselves so we can do or talk about anything your heart desires.” I felt how affected he was by me and it felt so good knowing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him spite our rocky start. “Come on let's get up there and see what they have for us.”*

Vincent:  *I could feel Blay behind me after his hand gently brushed over my ass.  My cheeks flushed and I stopped to take a breath and steady myself. There were staff all over the boat, trying to make themselves as invisible as possible, but I knew they were there and they could be watching.  Blay’s deep voice sounded soft and intimate behind me. I nodded and started walking along to the stairs and climbed to the top deck.

The view was spectacular and as I stood there it sunk in that he did this all for me.  Nobody had done anything for me before. Not even buy me dinner. My life changed when I joined the Brotherhood training program and now it’s gone to a whole new level.  Blay made me feel special, and I wanted more. Craved more…*

You’ve outdone yourself, haven’t you?

Blay: *Gently pushing Vincent before me we walk up the three sets of stairs leading to the to deck which is all reserved for us. As we arrived up both of us stopped at the same looking around the deck. It was perfect in every way possible, the little lanterns hanging all over flickering with lit candles. The table set up along one of the reeling sides with a sun sealing over it to make it more cosy. There was soft music playing in the background perfect for dancing.

“Welcome to the Victoria, you must be the Rocke party.” A smiling manager appeared before us. “Yes, we are, this is my partner Vincent and I’m Blay.” “We are delighted to have you gentlemen. Your server will be out in about five minutes with champagne as we dock out. Please enjoy the deck as it is reserved for only you this evening.” In a silent woosh he was gone and I stepped around to stand before Vincent holding out my hand. “May I please have this dance.”*

Vincent:   *Everything was set up to perfection and I could see detail inspired by Blay as my eyes scanned over the large deck.  The voice that came up out of nowhere to stand in front of us reminded me of a elegant hotel manager. The male was dressed in a black suit and as he said “Rocke party”, my heart skipped a beat.  But Blay was completely expecting it and introduced me as his partner in every way that counted. My breath caught as Blay’s hand reached out and he asked me for a dance. Oh, Scribe, I’d never danced with anyone before.  I don’t even know how to do this, but the list of things I hadn’t done before was so damn long, I decided to keep quiet and just go with it. I placed my hand in his and was thankful as he took the lead. His right hand sliding around my waist and his smile brighter that it was a minute ago when he introduced me.  His feet gently gliding over the wooden floor and what do ya know… I was dancing*

Blay: *I slipped my right arm around Vincent’s waist placing his hand over my heart and my hand over his. I moved us easily over the boat deck enjoying being out of the mansion and just having alone time with Vincent. I watched him as his eyes flickered around taking in our surroundings, he was so amazingly beautiful he took my breath away and knowing what I did about him and his past and how he entrusted me with his secret made me love him even more. That was why we were here, to have a well deserved first date, to show him he deserved to be more than someone who warmed my bed. I hated that was how I made him feel because I’d been so hung up on Qhuinn. I couldn’t help the grin that I let spread across my face, Vincent look like a mix of confusion and pure bliss. “What has you so confused and blissed all at once, mine male? Is this not of your liking?”*

Vincent:   *Our bodies glided elegantly over the dancefloor, our movements effortless and fluid as Blay led us around and around.  This was the best night of my entire life since my family was murdered. The only thing that could beat this night was being with my family.  I felt a sting of sadness that my mahmen wasn’t here to witness this night. She would approved. Father mine would have been critical at first, but even he would’ve come around when he saw how happy I was.  Blay’s words took me by surprise. Oh, I must have been looking like a complete idiot while my thoughts and memories ran away with me*

It’s nothing.. My mind was running away with me… *I smiled or more like radiated pure bliss and lowered my eyes to focus on our hands entwined over his heart*  You make me truly happy, Blay.

Blay: *His admission made me smile and I leaned in without thinking about who saw taking his lips with my own. There wasn’t any resistance in him or me instead it became this slow burning passion that evolved to a searching need of showing him how much I cared. His lips were soft against mine the light stubble on his cheeks rasping against my skin, it felt so good. He felt amazing! It wasn’t until we both were fighting to breathe that we broke apart both slightly panting catching our breaths. I leaned my forehead against his stealing featherlight kisses my arms wrapped around his torso holding him close. “I want to make you as happy as you do me. You have given me back something I never thought I have again. Love and a trusted partner. I know we have so much more to learn about each other but I want you...no I need you to be mine--” I was just about to tell him I loved him and ask him to move into my room, to make it our room. My quarters were big enough that we could have some furniture in there other than a bed. We could decorate and make it something for the both of us, when a quiet voice cleared their voice behind us. “Sorry, Sirs, to disturb but we have your champaign ready for you.” I smiled, turning around my arm sliding around Vincent waist holding him close still. “That’s perfectly ok.” We each took a glass. “Your entries will be out in about ten minutes. Enjoy.” I nodded in thanks leading Vincent to the railing at the front. “Cheers, Nallum mine.”*

Vincent:   *Blay’s lips on mine stirred a hunger inside me.  A hunger for more… More of this, more of him. As the kiss deepened I started losing sight of where we were and that we weren’t alone.  The world around us faded to nothing but background decor, until our lips were forced to part for us to take a desperate breath. My heart raced and my legs felt weak as Blay spoke those words.  I knew this night was different, but I hadn’t expected all of this and now his declaration of wanting to make this permanent… My lips parted to attempt a reply, but we were interrupted and I felt relieved.  I wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t make a complete fool of myself. This was very new to me. All of this…

We enjoyed the champagne and went on to eat course after course of divine food.  After dessert we relaxed on the flat couch on the deck and watched the stars above.  All around us was open dark water, as far as the eye could see. The skies were clear and distant galaxies were brightly greeting the earth with a cheerful glow.  

My hand rested in Blays the entire length of our stargazing adventure and I turned to look into those blue eyes*   This night is perfect, Blay.

Blay:  *Vincent was studying the starry sky, admiring the clear sky. I had long ago forgone the sky to watch him and I was in no hurry to stop. Our hands were laced together and it felt so right and like everything we gone through had led us to this very moment. A smile spread across his face and he turned his focus to me expressing how perfect the night was. And he was right it was, so perfect and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to have to wait another month or more to see him. “Move in with me? Bring your things and I'll have Fritz arrange to get rid of my furniture, we can decorate new and make it ours. Please say yes?!”

Vincent:  *Blay’s question caught me off guard.  This was moving fast but I wanted this.  Was I ready for it? I don’t know, but I was willing to try and see if it could work.  I pulled myself up and leaned over him, whispering*

I would like that.

*And that sealed the evening as we kissed and finally got up to make our way back home.  The perfect ending to a perfect evening* #DateWithDestiny

[warriorsquest]

Date with destiny with @LethalVince

Blay: *It was date night, my first… well not first date, but first real date that included being away from the house, someone else's cooking than Fritz and wasn't junk food. My date with Vincent. It had been a spur of the moment thing to leave him that note like I done and asking but nevertheless it was something I very much wanted to do. Quite honestly, I think that him and i both needed it, a real date to officiate things and make things between us real. I knew at least I did.

I made reservation at this small Italian family restaurant that was actually a boat that cruised around on the river. I’d reserved the very top deck part that was used for VIP guests so even though we would be out around other people we would be alone. I wanted to give Vincent a special night something that would show him not all people were bad and that I was someone he could count on. With Fritz help I’d managed to arranged a few surprises that I hope he would appreciate. Taking a long look at myself in the full length mirror I fixed my bowtie once more, satisfied with how I looked I picked up the single rose from the table to head on over to the trainees quarters to pick up Vincent.*

Vincent:  *Bring on the butterflies.  Little fuckers where fluttering around in my stomach and if I didn’t take a few deep breaths to force myself to calm down, I would have lost the liquids in my stomach.  Excitement kicked my joints into action and after a quick shower, some grooming and styling, I was ready for the date. One last look in the mirror confirmed I looked alright.  Jeans, a button up shirt and casual black lace up shoes were the best I could do. Shopping for clothes hadn’t been on my to do list, but at least I had bought one decent outfit to attend brotherhood functions. Thank the Scribe for that.  

Leaving the dorm room I half expected the other trainees to be hanging around, ready to ask questions, but luck was on my side.  The lounge area was empty and I sent up a silent “thank you” as I took a seat on one of the couches. One glance at my watch had me shifting around on the leather.  Blay would be here any minute. He was always on time for everything*

Blay: *Wandering through the mansion I forced myself to not run and take my time. I didn’t want to scare Vincent off with my eagerness or ruin it by being to much. All I wanted for tonight was to get Vincent alone and away from the mansion so we could get the chance to really talk and get to know each other even more. I opened the door leading to the long corridor that lead to the trainee quarters, smiling to myself. The plans I had for tonight… Scribe, please make them impress him, please make it be as special as I wanted them to be. As I came closer to the lounge area my heart started to speed up and when I was right outside the door I stopped, closed my eyes to breath deeply. I was nervous like really ‘I care what he thinks’ and ‘infatuated’ nervous. I hadn’t felt this kind of rowding emotion inside since the beginning of Qhuinn and even then it was different because Qhuinn and my relationship had never been based on mutual feelings or interest at the same time. Going in I knew Vincent was there because he wanted too, he’d been the one to actually take the first step. Vincent’s amazing blue eyes flashing before my closed eye made them flutter open. Taking a deep breath, fixing my bowtie and with a last deep calming breath I entered the room and there on a couch sat Vincent, breathtaking and waiting. “Good evening, Vincent.”*

Vincent:  *Blay was a vision as he stood in the doorway.  My mind fucked out for a few seconds, leaving me standing and looking like a fish out of water.  I opened my mouth to speak and closed it again. Blay looked like he had stepped out of a men’s modeling magazine.  Sweet Scribe.

My feet did it’s own take on what my eyes were seeing, and I stumbled back against the couch.  My hand grabbed the piece of furniture to stop my fall, and I instantly felt like an idiot. And if my stupid stumble wasn’t enough, I had my dress code to add to the embarrassment.  

I could only imagine how daft I looked as I stared at the warrior, trying to find the right words*  I.. ermm… I… Hey… I mean…. You look really nice… *my eyes darted down and scanned over my own casual clothes, feeling my cheeks flush*

Blay: *I smiled, Vincent was looking at me with huge eyes, those amazing blue eyes running over me like a sweet caress. I took a step close, admiring him as openly as he was doing with me. “Good evening Vincent.” There wasn’t any reaction that he heard my greeting, chuckling I walk even closer just in time to catch Vincent’s arm as he stumbles. “You ok?” I smiled, we were standing close enough for me to scent him. I inhaled deeply filling my lungs with is masculine scent. Scribe he smelled good! “Thank you, Vincent, so do you. Actually, you look amazing and you smell even better.” I hold out the rose. “For you. I’ve made reservation on the restaurant down by the water. It’s a dinner cruise on the river. I hope you don’t get seasick easily.” I was a bit nervous that he wouldn’t like it.*

Vincent:  *Blay stepped closer and… yeah, my heart skipped a few beats right there.  His hand gripped my arm and I felt the world whoosh around me. Shit, he was so beautiful.  His words began to slowly sink in, while I tried to steady myself before we both ended up on the couch.

My cheeks flushed warm as he gave me the red rose he was holding.  My fingers laced around the stem, thumb tracing the leaves gently* thank you, Blay.  This is really nice. I didn’t get you anything… *Shit, I didn’t expect this. I didn’t get him a rose or chocolates.  Fuck is that even a thing between two males. I don’t know. I’m out of my depth here*

Blay: *I chuckled softly cupping his right cheek in my hand. “You don’t have to give me anything. I asked you out so this is your night to be wined and dined, to be spoiled. All I want is your company.” It was true I did. We had been fooling around and hanging out for a long time now, for at least a good six months and I’d never taken him out for a dinner, or a real date. Not even a lousy pizza at some shack. The best I’d offered was pizza in my room or last meal when we hadn’t wanted to join the others in the dining room only so we could roll around in bed some more. And all through that Vincent knew not everything but enough about Qhuinn and our past and how hard that had been on me and still was in some way; yet he was still there. I was a real douchebag, like for real. I should be happy Vincent even wanted to go out with me after what I put him through. Funny how that was, when I had been secretly in love with Qhuinn, he been the one fucking around and now even if I didn’t fuck around on Vincent, I’d been partly emotionally unavailable, but no more. “You look great, good enough to eat really. Maybe I can have you for dessert instead of whatever is on the menu?” I tried with a flirty smile to help him relax a little. “Actually,” I leaned in close enough for our lips to be almost touching, “why don’t we have a pre-dessert taste.” I whispered right before I pressed my lips against his in a tender kiss.*

Vincent:  *Cue the butterflies scrambling right to my stomach.  Blay’s words were enough to send me spiraling onto the nearest cloud, but he exceeded expectation and sealed it with a kiss.  This felt weird and exhilarating. Funny how different this was to our usual sexcapades in his room. This felt real and less like a play around thing.  

For the first time since I met Blay, I felt like we could actually steer towards being mated.  I didn’t say that though. I didn’t want to jinx it, and with his past with the Brother Qhuinn, it was already complicated enough as is.  

I was mildly aware that my heart skipped a few beats and rock n rolled with those butterflies.  It took me a few seconds to catch my breath after our lips parted, and all I could manage was* Ohh….

Blay: *The kiss was meant to be a brush of lips, a quick taste, to sate the most immediate desire to touch him and be touched. But the second our lips met this hunger woke up in me, like it had been dormant and just now woke up and the only one to make it better was Vincent’s lips on mine. After Qhuinn, I had sexual partners, hell I’d even had sex with Qhuinn and Lassiter for that matter after we broke up. It was hard to say it meant nothing because at the time it had meant everything, been a statement of sorts. But it felt as if it been years since I really been touched and at this very moment, kissing Vincent and not having done that in a while it dawned on me how much he come to mean to me. Hence the date.

Finally, as we parted, I brought my hand down from his face to lace his fingers and mine together, I did so with a smile. A sigh of relief going through me as the feeling of contentment settled deep inside of me. “You ready to go? The ship will leave harbor in about thirty minutes and we don’t want it to leave without us.” I was starving and looking forward to the fine dining, the drinks and being able to focus fully on Vincent for an entire night, maybe even get him to dance on deck with me under the stars.*

Vincent:   *Those butterflies went from rock n roll to full Tango mode as Blay took my hand and laced his fingers with mine.  We walked out of the trainees common room, or lounge, whatever, and down the tunnels to the garage. He never let go of my hand, and that meant everything to me.  I wasn’t something to be hidden in his room. He was making a statement that he was serious about us and he is proud to have me. It filled my heart with pride and I had to take deep, even breaths as we walked, to keep my feet firmly on the ground, cause right now I was on cloud nine.

His car was parked in the garage and like the perfect gentlemen he opened the door for me.  This felt strange and good all together. I didn’t know what to expect from being with another male, but Blay made it easier.  He made it natural*

Blay: *I drove us to the parking lot linked to the harbour parking. Opening my door to go out I turn to Vincent “Don’t get out.” I gave him one of my best smiles as I got out of the car, buttoning my jacket as I went around the car to open the door for him. It was probably corny but I held out my hand to give him the option of putting his in mine again to help him out of the car. It was a gesture more for a reason to touch him rather than anything else, that it put a smile on his face that reached his eyes was just an amazing bonus. His smile was so gorgeous I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and kissing him. Like before it was meant to be a short brush of lips but somehow I lingered and it became more. Before I knew it his back was pressed up against the car door opening and our bodies were flushed together. We broke a part, flushed and breathless. “Wow…like I said better than any dessert. I just don’t seem to be able to keep my hands off you.” I took his hand once more shutting the door as we started to stroll locking the door as we went. “You hungry? They have the best food here.”*

Vincent:  *Oh, fuck… Jason, Matthew… what was my fucking name?  I lost all senses as Blay’s lips locked with mine. Time stood still, and I didn’t want it to start moving until we were good and done with this.  He already had my heart skipping beats and my face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning, and now he completely swept me off my feet.

I knew without a doubt I would never feel like this with anyone else but Blay.  He was my someone and every touch and smile confirmed it. The mention of food made my stomach cramp a little.  I hadn’t eaten and it was catching up to me now. Training was grueling and eating a truck load of food came naturally*

Yes, I’m actually starving.

Blay: *I smiled giving his lips a last peck as I laced my fingers with and we started to walk towards the floating restaurant. “Good because this place food to die for and we really have to have three courses.” I let Vince walk before me up on the ship watching his ass as he walked. With a smirk I reached out and caressed one globe with the palm of my hand, I simply couldn’t resist. He was temptation like never before. “We’re on the deck, top floor.” I came up behind him where he stood waiting not quite touching my front to his back but I could still feel the heat pouring off of him. “We have it all to ourselves so we can do or talk about anything your heart desires.” I felt how affected he was by me and it felt so good knowing he wanted me as badly as I wanted him spite our rocky start. “Come on let's get up there and see what they have for us.”*

Vincent:  *I could feel Blay behind me after his hand gently brushed over my ass.  My cheeks flushed and I stopped to take a breath and steady myself. There were staff all over the boat, trying to make themselves as invisible as possible, but I knew they were there and they could be watching.  Blay’s deep voice sounded soft and intimate behind me. I nodded and started walking along to the stairs and climbed to the top deck.

The view was spectacular and as I stood there it sunk in that he did this all for me.  Nobody had done anything for me before. Not even buy me dinner. My life changed when I joined the Brotherhood training program and now it’s gone to a whole new level.  Blay made me feel special, and I wanted more. Craved more…*

You’ve outdone yourself, haven’t you?

Blay: *Gently pushing Vincent before me we walk up the three sets of stairs leading to the to deck which is all reserved for us. As we arrived up both of us stopped at the same looking around the deck. It was perfect in every way possible, the little lanterns hanging all over flickering with lit candles. The table set up along one of the reeling sides with a sun sealing over it to make it more cosy. There was soft music playing in the background perfect for dancing.

“Welcome to the Victoria, you must be the Rocke party.” A smiling manager appeared before us. “Yes, we are, this is my partner Vincent and I’m Blay.” “We are delighted to have you gentlemen. Your server will be out in about five minutes with champagne as we dock out. Please enjoy the deck as it is reserved for only you this evening.” In a silent woosh he was gone and I stepped around to stand before Vincent holding out my hand. “May I please have this dance.”*

Vincent:   *Everything was set up to perfection and I could see detail inspired by Blay as my eyes scanned over the large deck.  The voice that came up out of nowhere to stand in front of us reminded me of a elegant hotel manager. The male was dressed in a black suit and as he said “Rocke party”, my heart skipped a beat.  But Blay was completely expecting it and introduced me as his partner in every way that counted. My breath caught as Blay’s hand reached out and he asked me for a dance. Oh, Scribe, I’d never danced with anyone before.  I don’t even know how to do this, but the list of things I hadn’t done before was so damn long, I decided to keep quiet and just go with it. I placed my hand in his and was thankful as he took the lead. His right hand sliding around my waist and his smile brighter that it was a minute ago when he introduced me.  His feet gently gliding over the wooden floor and what do ya know… I was dancing*

Blay: *I slipped my right arm around Vincent’s waist placing his hand over my heart and my hand over his. I moved us easily over the boat deck enjoying being out of the mansion and just having alone time with Vincent. I watched him as his eyes flickered around taking in our surroundings, he was so amazingly beautiful he took my breath away and knowing what I did about him and his past and how he entrusted me with his secret made me love him even more. That was why we were here, to have a well deserved first date, to show him he deserved to be more than someone who warmed my bed. I hated that was how I made him feel because I’d been so hung up on Qhuinn. I couldn’t help the grin that I let spread across my face, Vincent look like a mix of confusion and pure bliss. “What has you so confused and blissed all at once, mine male? Is this not of your liking?”*

Vincent:   *Our bodies glided elegantly over the dancefloor, our movements effortless and fluid as Blay led us around and around.  This was the best night of my entire life since my family was murdered. The only thing that could beat this night was being with my family.  I felt a sting of sadness that my mahmen wasn’t here to witness this night. She would approved. Father mine would have been critical at first, but even he would’ve come around when he saw how happy I was.  Blay’s words took me by surprise. Oh, I must have been looking like a complete idiot while my thoughts and memories ran away with me*

It’s nothing.. My mind was running away with me… *I smiled or more like radiated pure bliss and lowered my eyes to focus on our hands entwined over his heart*  You make me truly happy, Blay.

Blay: *His admission made me smile and I leaned in without thinking about who saw taking his lips with my own. There wasn’t any resistance in him or me instead it became this slow burning passion that evolved to a searching need of showing him how much I cared. His lips were soft against mine the light stubble on his cheeks rasping against my skin, it felt so good. He felt amazing! It wasn’t until we both were fighting to breathe that we broke apart both slightly panting catching our breaths. I leaned my forehead against his stealing featherlight kisses my arms wrapped around his torso holding him close. “I want to make you as happy as you do me. You have given me back something I never thought I have again. Love and a trusted partner. I know we have so much more to learn about each other but I want you...no I need you to be mine--” I was just about to tell him I loved him and ask him to move into my room, to make it our room. My quarters were big enough that we could have some furniture in there other than a bed. We could decorate and make it something for the both of us, when a quiet voice cleared their voice behind us. “Sorry, Sirs, to disturb but we have your champaign ready for you.” I smiled, turning around my arm sliding around Vincent waist holding him close still. “That’s perfectly ok.” We each took a glass. “Your entries will be out in about ten minutes. Enjoy.” I nodded in thanks leading Vincent to the railing at the front. “Cheers, Nallum mine.”*

Vincent:   *Blay’s lips on mine stirred a hunger inside me.  A hunger for more… More of this, more of him. As the kiss deepened I started losing sight of where we were and that we weren’t alone.  The world around us faded to nothing but background decor, until our lips were forced to part for us to take a desperate breath. My heart raced and my legs felt weak as Blay spoke those words.  I knew this night was different, but I hadn’t expected all of this and now his declaration of wanting to make this permanent… My lips parted to attempt a reply, but we were interrupted and I felt relieved.  I wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t make a complete fool of myself. This was very new to me. All of this…

We enjoyed the champagne and went on to eat course after course of divine food.  After dessert we relaxed on the flat couch on the deck and watched the stars above.  All around us was open dark water, as far as the eye could see. The skies were clear and distant galaxies were brightly greeting the earth with a cheerful glow.  

My hand rested in Blays the entire length of our stargazing adventure and I turned to look into those blue eyes*   This night is perfect, Blay.

Blay:  *Vincent was studying the starry sky, admiring the clear sky. I had long ago forgone the sky to watch him and I was in no hurry to stop. Our hands were laced together and it felt so right and like everything we gone through had led us to this very moment. A smile spread across his face and he turned his focus to me expressing how perfect the night was. And he was right it was, so perfect and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to have to wait another month or more to see him. “Move in with me? Bring your things and I'll have Fritz arrange to get rid of my furniture, we can decorate new and make it ours. Please say yes?!”

Vincent:  *Blay’s question caught me off guard.  This was moving fast but I wanted this.  Was I ready for it? I don’t know, but I was willing to try and see if it could work.  I pulled myself up and leaned over him, whispering*

I would like that.

*And that sealed the evening as we kissed and finally got up to make our way back home.  The perfect ending to a perfect evening* #DateWithDestiny