The boney man sat atop the toilet, his length in his hands, struggled breaths escaping his lips. "Ashton," he grunted, passion flooding from his body. Esten was his name; a fourty-five—fourty-six in a month—year old man who stood at about five foot two. His unusually large hands were no match for his manhood, sizing at about three inches when erect. His left hand glided along his cock as he dreamed of Ashton's naked body stood in front of his own. Esten struggled for air as he pumped faster, pleasure building with each breath. His grunts and moans grew louder and louder—then ceased suddenly, because he thought he'd heard laughter on the other side of the door.
He stayed silent no longer than a moment before hearing a cough, then Ashton's deep voice: "Um, Esten? Is that you?"
Esten froze. He hadn't a single idea of what to do. "I'm, uh, dropping it like it's hot? What do you want?" He exclaimed, yanking his bright blue khakis up to rest on his hips.
"Oh," Ashton's voice was muffled behind the door. "Never mind."
Esten then decided against finishing at this time, as he could wait until that night. He flushed the toilet for more realism and washed his hands before unlocking the door and running straight into Ashton, who appeared to have been listening through the cracks of the door.
"Oh, I'm s-sorry, Esten," Ashton stumbled over his words, trying to piece together why he'd been listening to Esten's moans. "I just—I heard you, uh, moaning, and I thought I heard my name and...I'm just glad to know you feel that way about me." A crimson colour began to spread over Ashton's cheeks as he searched Esten's eyes.
Esten was absolutely dumbfounded, and he stared at Ashton in complete shock for what seemed like hours. After about a minute had gone by, however, Esten spoke; softly, but not so soft that Ashton could not hear him: "Yeah, I do."
The two stared into each other's eyes now, Esten studying Ashton for any hint of a joke, then leaned forward. He was no longer in control of his own body, and soon his tongue was dancing with Ashton's, his hands exploring Ashton's body.
They backed into the bedroom closest to where they had been, not caring whose it was. They laid down now, Esten on top, and he caressed Ashton's face before ripping both of their clothes off.
Esten stood now to gaze upon Ashton's body, his chest rising and falling quickly, sweat trickling down his forehead. Esten quickly went to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of ice, and sat beside Ashton. He smiled and popped a square ice cube in his mouth, then positioned himself on top of Ashton. Holding the ice cube in between his teeth, he trailed the ice cube down Ashton's chest and torso, leaving a cold river trail on his body. Ashton shivered and moaned, clawing at Esten's head. He left the ice cube on Ashton's belly button, letting it melt, and attacked Ashton with a bear-like growl.
Violent cursing and moaning could be heard echoing throughout the house now, and Ashton was pleading that the rest of the house members could not hear them.
Ashton's wishes were not granted.
Janae, Sadie, Kirsten, Calum, Luke, and Michael had been watching a movie together when the moaning began. When it didn't stop for the remainder of the movie, the collectively disgusted group escaped to their rooms for the night.
Though everyone else's night had ended poorly, the new couple's sure hadn't, and after watching a movie about a psychotic tire, the two fell asleep peacefully, intertwined in each other's arms.
