Tip of the Tongue [BoyxBoy - Complete - CMS Bk. 1]

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

It hadn't slipped Ren's mind that Ashton was still seriously going through a heavy hunger. If it wasn't Ashton's red eyes or the unmistakable fangs peeking out from his top lip every so often, it was the rigidness in his shoulders and the stiff way he walked. His graceful saunter was now a rigid limp.

Ren licked his own fangs, trying to get the sweet taste out of his mouth. It wasn't exactly working. While he swallowed over and over, he was still getting hints of Ashton's blood. His heart had settled some and so had his dick, but the lingering arousal still made his gums throb for what he could not have.

His brows furrowed as he swiped his thumb over his bottom lip.

Ashton was going to burst sooner or later. He'd almost been ready to rip Darrien's throat out and he'd been the only human around them. If Ashton got around a whole group of humans, he might not be able to hold himself back. Attacking in front of half the town was a sure way to get them locked up.

He looked around.

They were alone.

He slowly turned to look behind him. There was nothing but miles of empty road. They were far away from the school. It looked like they were heading nowhere even though they were taking the long way around to the back of the city hall.

A thought came to him.

He'd tasted Ashton's blood. And Ashton needed to feed...

A shiver went through him. He couldn't distinguish whether that was because of disgust, hatred, or another feeling.

It was fair. In a way. And it would solve the really big problem they were facing right now.

That Ashton was facing anyway. It really didn't matter who was affected the most at the moment. The problem was that he needed to get some fucking blood in his system before he starting ripping people's heads off and slurping their blood down like a slushy.

He inhaled through his nose and looked up toward the sky. It was quiet. There was the rustle of the wind breezing through the trees and their feet making soft sounds on the gravel road. The sky was a clear gray—not a cloud in sight. The sun was gone as well.

It was like a painting. Like someone had smeared a thick coat of gray paint across the sky and hadn't bothered to do anything else with it.

The dark branches reached out over the gravel road, interlocking with the trees on the opposite side. Ren wished he could take a picture. Not because he wanted to remember this moment, but because he wanted to capture just this second of beauty and calmness.

Not a calmness before a storm per se. More like time had stopped existing and what came after the end of time didn't matter at all.

He wished that were true. He wished his entire life didn't matter. Making choices and worrying about the effects was too much for him to be responsible for.

He looked back down, staring at the back of Ashton's head. His hair was slightly curly today. More of a wave actually.

Ren was tempted to touch the slight curl that was on the collar of Ashton's coat. He would tuck it back in just after he felt how thick the strands were.

"Mantel?" Calling him Ashton felt too personal. They weren't on that kind of level even though he called him Ashton in his head.

Ashton turned around. Slowly, like he was expecting something else to happen. When their eyes locked, it wasn't like it had been before. The hunger was still there. This need to just take what he wanted from Ashton was lingering—hovering and urging him to sink his teeth into Ashton's neck.