SO BAD [MXM] [MAFIA] ✓

12: THE ANSWER

When their lips finally touch, Ashton basically meeting Skylar in the middle, Skylar feels like the wind just got knocked out of him. He can't keep his hand from tightening in the guy's hair, and wow, he forgot what this felt like.

Okay, no, he didn't. He remembered quite well exactly how this felt, through all these months, he just missed it. Skylar's been craving it, whether he was willing to admit it to himself or not. Ashton stops keeping his distance once Skylar breaks the boundary.

Skylar knows they shouldn't be doing this. He's fully aware it's a very bad idea, and is positive he will regret it just as much as he did last time. For one, he has a reputation to uphold. He can't keep proving himself wrong like this. Also, he knows nothing about Ash. This guy is so fucking secretive, and that's not exactly a green flag.

Not to mention, he's always in Skylar's business about everything. Even today, why on earth is Skylar being interrogated as soon as he wakes up? It's so fucking annoying, half because Skylar doesn't know how to cope with someone caring about him or any aspect of his life, and half because it's none of his goddamn business. If Skylar isn't allowed to know anything about him, the guy has no right acting like he has any right to information about Skylar. At all.

However, all of Skylar's frustration and hatred—because he definitely hates Ashton. Seriously.—gets forgotten when this happens. It's like all of his thoughts, any sense of reason or logic are completely wiped from his brain. All that's left is an insatiable desire that he only feels for one specific person, no matter how much he wishes he didn't.

Ash reaches down to grab Skylar by the hips, stepping forward once again so he's actually got Skylar pressed against the wall. It makes it ten times worse, being cornered like this. Ashton is now completely invading his senses from every direction, and it's only made worse when he tangles his hand in Skylar's hair. He then uses this hold to take control of the kiss, which Skylar wishes he could be mad about.

He can't, though. He actually can't be mad about anything, not like this.

Skylar has no idea when his mouth opens, but it does, and then Ash isn't holding back. It's not like he ever has before, but Skylar is acutely aware of that now as Ashton's tongue invades his mouth. Skylar can't help the sound he makes, letting go of Ashton's waistband and grasping onto his shirt.

He clenches the material in his fist so that he can at least attempt to ground himself, but it doesn't really work. All he can do is stand there, hands starting to shake and trying to keep himself from having any physical reaction to this. He's failing.

When they part, Ash doesn't actually pull away entirely. He rests his forehead against Skylar's, who is just trying to catch his breath and remember who he is.

"You make no sense," Ashton says, lips brushing against Skylar's own. Skylar can't even find it within himself to be irritated, or to point out the slight hypocrisy there. Instead, the only thing he can think about is the fact that he wants Ash's mouth on his again.

Skylar is completely flushed head to toe, unable to look anywhere that isn't Ashton's mouth. He sounds breathless when he replies. "I know."

Ashton grabs him by the hips again, and then the world is spinning as Ash relocates him. Before Skylar knows it he's being thrown on the bed, and Ashton is looking down at him. His gaze is heated, and Skylar is leaning back on his elbows, one leg bent and the other straight.

Even with the distance, his rationality isn't coming back. There is only one thing on his mind, and thankfully, Ashton delivers on it. Pretty soon he's leaning over Skylar, a hand on each side of him, his knee between Skylar's legs.

Skylar's legs twitch in anticipation upon the contact, wondering exactly how far this will go. It's not like they haven't already crossed all the boundaries.