50 Shades Of Cashby

Chapter 1

*Alan's POV*

"Austin? You home?" I yelled as I walked through the door to his house. See, that's what we do every weekend. I go over to his house on Saturday, he comes to mine on Sunday; we have each other's spare house keys.

I heard girlish giggling as I walked down the hall. Oh how I had a bad feeling about this.

"Aus..?" I tried again.

"Shit, Al. Is that you?"

"Who else would it be?" I entered the living room and saw him and a blonde haired girl curled up on the couch together.

I was instantly heartbroken. One, because he knew we always hang out together on weekends...just the two of us. And two, I may quite possibly be in love with my best friend. No, check that...am in love with my best friend. And he just tore my heart in two.

"Um, actually, I forgot I had other plans today. Sorry." I lied, and got the hell out of there.

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I sat on the couch in Austin's usual spot, beer in hand, and bawling my eyes out like a child.

How could I have been so stupid? Of course Austin wouldn't like me more than a friend. He was straight, for fucks sake! Get your shit together, Ashby!

All these uncontrollable thoughts kept swimming in my head. Circling, taunting, and driving me insane. Then came the dirty thoughts. Touching, kissing, grabbing, grinding. That was enough for me tug my jeans down to my ankles and slip a hand down my boxers. I kept moving my hand up and down, thinking of all the things I wanted Austin to do to me. I even let his name pass my lips in a moan a few times.

I was so caught up in my thoughts; I didn't hear the front door open.

"Alan?"

I snapped out of all my fantasies, and hurriedly pulled my pants up.

"Living room!" I yelled, still trying to get the button done up, and my boner to go down.

"I just wanted to come see if you were okay. I mean, you seemed a little off when you left earlier."

"I uh, yeah. I'm fine." I tried to push past him so I could go upstairs and take care of my problem, but he wouldn't have it.

"Are you sure? You don't look fine."

I was starting to get frustrated. Both sexually and emotionally.

I swear, if he doesn't move in the next thirty seconds...

"Austin, I would love to stay and chat, but I have more pressing matters."

"Like?" Like this problem in my pants. And also the fact you broke my heart earlier.

"Like the fact that you're not fucking moving! Now let me out of this god damned room!" By this time, I had already moved behind the couch so he wouldn't see my erection.

"Why do you need to get out of this room so badly? And why are you acting so weird?"

"I'm not acting weird, you're acting weird."

"Are you drunk?!"

Yup, he spotted the few empty beer bottles.

"Maaaaybe." I over exaggerated, "Now fucking move!"

"Not until you tell me what's up."

That's it.

My frustration level hit the roof, and without thinking, I grabbed a bottle off the couch and threw it at him. But of course, I had shitty aim, and it smashed on the wall next to him.

"Have you lost your fucking mind, Ashby?!" he yelled at me.

"Maybe I fucking have!"

I don't know what came over me, maybe it was my sexual frustration, maybe it was a futile attempt to shut him up, but I walked over to him, shoved him up against the wall, and kissed him.

A/N: I changed the description.