Chapter seven; touch
"Mm, Luke. You're so sweet, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, Ashton"
"Tell me, who makes you so hard baby? Who makes you feel so good?"
"Y-you do Ashton! Only you!" Ashton groaned and pushed farther into Luke.
"You're so sexy under me, did you know that?"
"P-promise?"
"Oh fuck, swear!"
"Ashton?"
"Ashton?"
"Ashton!"
Ashton awoke in a cold sweat, and a tent in his blanket. He groaned quietly and responded
"What?"
"I made lunch come down stairs" his mother shouted back. Ashton looked at his alarm clock, seeing that it read 12:34pm. How had he slept so long? He got up and glanced down at his hard on warily, biting his lip.
"I'll be down in a few I'm gonna shower first!" He shouted down the stairs
"Make it quick!" Ashton hurried to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He turned some music in and jumped in under the warm water. He let it wash over him for a moment before wrapping his hand around himself. He closed his eyes, picturing the hand as Lukes much smaller one. As he jerked his arm, he thought of Luke saying filthy things, moaning as he finished. He washed himself down thoroughly and stepped out of the shower. A wave of guilt washed over him. He didn't even know Luke. He'd only spoken to him for a short period of time. He was such a creep. He wrapped a towel around himself and hurried back to his bedroom. He dressed quickly and went downstairs, hair still wet.
"Hey, dear how was your shower?" Ashton blushed
"Great"
Note: so that just happened um
