Blood and Tears (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirteen

I got lost a little bit, trying to find Ashley's house. I hadn't exactly been paying attention when he was driving me home. I was about to call him but I realized I hadn't grabbed my cell phone. Besides, I thought maybe I recognized the street I was on.

I decided to walk down it just to see, and what do ya know? It was his street. I saw his house and I jogged over to it.

I was going to knock on the door but it was late and what if Ashley's parents answered and were pissed. What would I say? I decided to just go for it and I walked up to the front door.

I knocked three times on the door and waited. I was about to turn around and leave when the front door yanked open. Ashley in all his pink-haired glory stood there. I could tell he was getting ready to go to bed because his hair was messy and he was, uh, not wearing anything but a pair of gray boxers.

"Seth, what are you doing here?" he said, pulling me by my arm into the house and shutting the door.

"Do you always answer the door in your underwear?" I said, awkwardly. I was trying to say it jokingly, but once the words were out of my mouth, it didn't sound like I was joking.

"Um, no, but I don't usually get knocks on my door at twelve-thirty at night, either." He smirked and I let out a nervous giggle.

"Yeah, about that. I'm really sorry, but I needed to get out of the house."

Ashley got a confused look on his face and he looked at me funny. "I thought you were locked in. How did you get out?"

"I kinda broke out."

"Oh, cool." He laughed. "Do you want something to eat?" he asked, leading me into the kitchen.

"No, I'm okay, thanks." He shrugged and we continued into the living room. He sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to him. I sat down and my breathing hitched as he slid over next to me until our legs and arms were touching.

It was really weird how every time he touched me, I felt little sparks.

"So what did you come here for?" he whispered, leaning in so his cool breath caressed my cheek.

"Uh, it can wait," I said, turning my head toward him. He was gazing at me intently, a smile playing at the edge of his lips.

He leaned in and I met his lips halfway. His hands tangled in my hair as he pulled me against him.

My hands went to his bare back and I shivered at his warmth. His tongue invaded my mouth and I didn't try to fight him.

He pulled his lips away and nudged me gently until I was lying on my back on the couch with Ashley hovering over me.

His hands slid under my shirt and he pulled it over my head, tossing it to the ground. His lower half was pressed against me and I could feel his arousal and I wondered if he felt mine.

He kissed me again, his hair falling across my cheeks, tickling me. I ran my tongue along his lower lip and then bit it softly, sucking it. He moaned and his hands went to my hips. As he started to pull them off my hips, his fingers brushed my bruised hip bone. I grimaced, my hand going to his and intercepting him.

"What?" he whispered, breathing hard. "Did I do something wrong?" I saw the embarrassment and worry on his face and I felt myself relax. "I-I'm sorry. I've never done this before. God, I'm stupid." He leaned away from me and I couldn't help but laugh.

"No, it's not that. It's just... My hip hurts. This is my first time, too." I was glad he had admitted it first so I didn't have to. It made me feel less nervous.