Only Ash Remains [boyxboy]

Chapter XXI

~Saturday 28th February 2015~

"Do you want to have sex?" Ross had to still be dreaming. He had only woken a few minutes ago, he had to still be in that illusion with Erin, laid together in their bed. His dreams had gotten vivid recently, he could swear they were real. For just a split second as he was dragged back to consciousness, he honestly believed that he was back with his princess. Sadly, that only made him miss Erin more when he realised he was still in that god-forsaken cell.

"Hm?" Ross cracked open an eye, finding that Alder was laid next to him as always. He was snuggled into the man's side, with his head resting on Ross' chest and his arm draped over the man's stomach. Ross preferred the comfort of physical touch whilst he was there, and he made it very clear to Alder that he was committed to Erin. The boy hadn't tried anything, apart from that proposition he had just offered.

"You're hard," Alder palmed Ross' erection through his open jumpsuit, causing the man's eyes to flutter closed briefly as he focused on the sensation, "do you want me to..." Alder trailed off, however, Ross had a feeling he knew where the boy was going as he moved his hand up slightly to lift the waistband of the man's boxers. It wasn't as though he was thinking of Alder when the boy touched him, instead, it was only Erin that came to mind.

Ross thought about it for a moment. He wondered whether Erin would be angry, whether it was so bad to use Alder as he had asked. Three hundred years ago, Ross might have gone right ahead. He would have found an excuse for Erin, if the boy even found out, and would have acted as though he did nothing wrong. It was just sex. Nothing important. Of course, that wasn't the case anymore. Sex wasn't just some physical act with Erin, it was an intimacy that Ross wasn't willing to share with anyone else. He might have been sharing a bed with Alder during the night to stave off the nightmares he had in that hell, however, he wasn't willing to hurt Erin like that just for a quick release.

"No, sweetheart," Ross gripped Alder's wrist gently, coaxing it away from his cock before the boy could touch him without the barrier of the man's boxers between them anymore, "you don't have to do that," Ross wore a warm smile as he placed Alder's hand back on his chest, rubbing the boy's back. The first few nights together, Ross hadn't been able to settle very well considering how cold Alder was. Now, however, it felt nice to have a being with such a different body temperature to himself, they seemed to balance one another out.

"Aren't you uncomfortable?" Alder didn't seem unhappy about Ross' rejection, instead just sitting up and crossing his legs beside the man. Ross saw the curiosity in the boy's eyes. Surely someone so pretty couldn't be a virgin, Ross couldn't imagine that, not unless it was his own choice. Then again, Alder was very shy, Ross wondered how he had even convinced a vampire to sire him without some sexual favour in return.

"I'll get over it," Ross allowed Alder to trace his fingers over the ink on the man's chest. Apparently, his favourite tattoo was the reaper's scythe over Ross' left hip. However, he seemed to be more intrigued by the mountain range over Ross' right pectoral this morning. Ross' chest constricted when he made the links between Alder and Erin, forcing him to continue the conversation to take his mind off of his princess.

"When you leave, do you think the other inmates will make me do things with them?" Alder's voice grew small, his eyes remaining locked on Ross' chest rather than meeting the man's gaze. Ross sighed, having already dealt with other inmates trying to coax Alder away from him. Their eyes tended to linger on the boy in the communal showers, another aspect that Ross wasn't pleased about. He had never realised how blessed he actually was to be so isolated from the other prisoners. He had always craved conversation, however, he forgot that company inevitably came with a price. For Alder, that price could be very high.