Asher glanced at his door when he heard the soft knock. "Yeah?"
Asif peeked his head through the doorway. "Hey. Got a second?" he asked.
Asher nodded, swinging his legs off his bed to face his friend and discarding his book on the nightstand. "Of course. What's up?" What was Asif doing here? Goose must have let him in.
Asif closed the door behind him, and sat on the edge of the bed next to Asher. "I, um-" he paused. His eyes stayed lowered at his hands in his lap. He made a face as he bounced slightly on the mattress. "Wow, your bed is much comfier than mine," he said quietly.
Asher laughed, but didn't say anything.
Asif let out a measured breath before looking up at Asher over the rim of his glasses. "I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed quietly.
Asher stayed still. He watched the subtle changes in his face as he continued to speak.
"When you-" Asif paused, lowering his voice and nervously glancing at the bedroom door. "When you kissed me, I-" He paused again, almost laughing to himself. "I think I forgot how to breathe." The corner of his mouth twitched up at the thought.
Asher breathed a soft laugh. "Asif, that was months ago."
Asif shrugged. "You're a good kisser," he admitted.
Asher laughed softly. "I've been told."
Asif held Asher's gaze. "Can I kiss you again?" he whispered.
Asher couldn't hold back a smile as he nodded, sitting upright and turning his hips to face Asif.
Asif was quick to respond, grabbing Asher by the shoulders and pulling his body close. Asher sighed against Asif's lips. He raised his hands to Asif's face, ghosting his fingertips against the cut of his jaw. His scruff tickled his fingers, and he breathed a soft laugh. He let his fingers wander down Asif's neck, over the jut of his collarbone, and hesitating on his chest. He stretched his fingers out, putting a little pressure on the muscles under his palms. Asif arched into his touch slightly, his lips faltering for just a moment.
Asher took the opportunity and ducked his head down, beginning to leave a trail of kisses down Asif's neck. He moved at an agonizingly slow pace, pausing every few inches for just a moment to steal a look at Asif's face. His eyes were shut, his glasses sitting slightly askew on his straight nose. It didn't take long for Asif to glance down at the lack of contact, his onyx eyes meeting the soft brown of Asher's. Asher knew his face was flushed, but it didn't matter. He winked at Asif and returned his mouth to work against his warm chestnut skin.
Asif gasped softly when Asher pulled at the collar of his shirt and slid his tongue across his clavicle. Asher grinned against his skin and pulled back, keeping his finger hooked in the shirt. "Wanna take this off?" he suggested breathlessly.
Asif blushed but nodded, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, then yanking it over his head. He tossed it unceremoniously on the floor somewhere as he returned his lips to Asher's. Asher slid his hands up Asif's body, starting at his waist. His hands lingered in the dark, well-maintained hair across Asif's chest. He had more tattoos than Asher expected. That was something he wanted to get a closer look at later, but it would definitely have to wait. He had better things to pay attention to.
He pushed a little harder against Asif's defined chest, guiding him to lay back on the bed. With practiced ease he straddled Asif's hips, and gave him a look. "This okay?"
Asif groaned and pulled Asher down hard, his lips desperate. Asher propped himself on one arm to hold his body off Asif, who he knew was only used to the weight of Jane. He said a silent prayer of thanks that Asif liked men too. He used the other hand to continue exploring the landscape of Asif's body. Each touch was rewarded with a soft sound that drove Asher crazy.
Asif tipped his head back and caught Asher's eye. "Would you take your shirt off?" he asked softly.
Asher straightened up, arching his back slightly. He grabbed his t-shirt over one shoulder and pulled it easily over his head.
"Christ," Asif breathed. His hands hovered over Asher's skin, hesitant. Asher chuckled, covering Asif's hands with his own and pressing them against his stomach. He shivered slightly at the touch.
Asif dragged one hand over Asher's toned abs slowly. His gaze trailed over Asher as he let out a soft breath. "It's like I've never seen you before."
Asher blushed softly. "I played a lot of sports in high school."
Asif nodded absently, still running his hands over Asher's muscles. "I can tell." He traced his fingers over the V shape at his hips. "I'm so used to soft curves. But you aren't soft at all," he mused.
"No, I'm not," Asher agreed under his breath, shuddering at the touch.
Asif dropped his hands and pushed himself up instead, arching his back into his friend. "Asher," he whispered hoarsely. "I want to be with you."
