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

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Ren's jacket got caught on a low hanging branch. He cursed under his breath as he was pulled back. The tip of the branch stabbed into his arm and he hissed as the needle like pain pierced him like a hot poker. It was an overreaction—it didn't hurt that much, but it was reflex. Just the same as saying "ow" when something actually didn't hurt at all.

Ashton yanked the caught jacket off the branch harder than necessary. He gave Ren a look that said the next time he decided to be a klutz Ashton was going to skin him alive.

He marched off, giving Ren the chance to breathe. Being around Ashton was worse now. He didn't know how it could have gotten this bad, but he had an idea that it had something to do with the fact that his body had taken an interest in Ashton.

It wasn't his personality. It was his blood and the way he looked. Attraction didn't mean Ren had to like Ashton for who he was. It just meant his body didn't know how dangerous it was to want Ashton.

It also wasn't ever going to happen. Ren wouldn't let himself agree to it and Ashton hated Ren's guts. Them being together would be like Ashton saying yes to sleeping with a member of the Hunter Society.

A shiver of disgust went through him. His mind tried to picture it.

No. Fuck no.

"Are you done having a fit?" Ashton stood at the edge of the forest. Beyond the line of trees was a ditch and then a large street that had once been a busy highway. Today, it saw about three or four cars a day. There were large cracks and holes in the cement as it hadn't been taken care of in some time.

Beyond it were deteriorating houses and buildings. From far away, they didn't look all that bad, but Ren already knew the closer they got, the more details of the abuse would reveal itself. Broken windows, collapsing walls, and the stench of waste would be everywhere.

Ren ignored him. He was staring at the houses. "There's an alley way between those rows of houses. The people on that side aren't as violent. They'll leave us alone."

Ashton furrowed his brows. "People? There's actually people living in this dump?"

He wrinkled his nose in obvious disgust.

Ren shook his head, letting out a soft snort. "Yes. Not everyone lives in mansions as glorious as yours."

He looked both ways as he walked across the wide street.

"I know that. I'm not fucking sheltered!" Ashton was faster on his two long legs. Ren squashed down the annoyance he had about Ashton being the "perfect" image of a vampire.

They made it across and went through the short grassy distance from the street to the alley. Ashton was close beside Ren, as if he thought someone was going to come after him.

Ren couldn't help but laugh at that.

Ashton glared down at him. "What are you laughing at?"

He couldn't hold the bubbling laugh down anymore. He turned away, covering his mouth, and tried his best to muffle the giggles that inevitably spilled over.

Ashton shoved him.

That only made him laugh harder.

"Be quiet!"

The laughs slowly died off. He didn't actually want anyone to see them, but he couldn't stop thinking about the scared look on Ashton's face. Ren couldn't believe this was the thing that scared him. Poor people. It shouldn't have been as funny as it was. It was kinda fucked up.