Page 27 of Bar Down

“Hani,I don’t need to drink to boss you around. I can do that any time.” Ash’s skin is flushed, his freckles standing out when I lean in to suck on his neck and gently bite him.

“Fuck. Me.”

“I can certainly do that too once we get to my apartment.”

“Okay, can we go now?” he asks excitedly. I laugh and give him another kiss because I can’t seem to stay away. This time when I pull back, I press my forehead to his.

“We need to be here for our friend. Later though.”

“Fine, but will you at least tell me what all the names you call me mean?” he pouts.

“One day,” I say, smiling.

Standing nextto Ash and not being able to openly touch him is pure torture. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as Iwanthim. I don’t know if this friends with benefits arrangement is good for either of us, but at this point, I’ll take what I can get.

I can’t afford for this to turn into something more though, because I’m not ready to come out to my family and my teammates. I know it’s shitty of me, and that Ash deserves better, but for once I’m being selfish.

It’s past midnight when we get back to the apartment complex and Ash is buzzed. He’s had a few drinks, but not nearly what he usually consumes at parties. He’s in a good mood and keeps smirking over at me from the elevator all the way up to the third floor.

We come to a stop in the hallway and I take a few steps into his personal space, forcing him to back up a bit—except he doesn’t. He stands his ground and loops his arms around my waist.

I press a short kiss right below his ear before saying, “Do you have condoms?”

“Obviously,” he laughs.

“Your place then,” I say, turning him around so he can unlock his door. He taps his phone to it and we both step inside. The place is a mess, like usual, and normally that would bother the hell out of me and I’d start picking things up and putting themaway, but I’m too wired up for that. The door swings shut and I push Ash against it, immediately finding his lips with mine. He opens up eagerly and loops his hands around my neck, fingers combing through my hair.

“Why don’t you have any condoms?” he asks when we come up for air, and I’m surprised by the question. My jealousy flares and I want to saybecause I don’t sleep around like you do, but that’s not something I need to judge him for, especially when he told me he hasn’t been with anyone else since we hooked up in California.

“Because I haven’t had sex in two years, and up until tonight, I didn’t think I needed them.”

“Wait, two years?!” He pulls back and I feel my cheeks getting red. It really has been that long. Is he worried I don’t know what I’m doing? Ash’s eyes are wide as they search my face. I break the contact and look away, embarrassed.

His hands frame my face and pull me back to him in a slow, sweet kiss. “I’m honored,pretty boy.” I smile into the kiss and bite his lower lip, dragging it down before soothing it with a lick. Ash moans and presses his erection into me, and I take that as my cue to start moving us to the bedroom.

Compared to the frantic encounters we had before, this time we take our time undressing each other. There’s nothing but the sound of our shuffling and rough breathing between kisses as we make our way to the bed. The only light in the room is the moonlight coming through Ash’s open blinds, and it casts him in a perfect shadow. His blue eyes are darker than usual and his tattoos are stark against his freckled skin.He’s beautiful.

I interlock our fingers and bring our joined hands to the pillow above his head while I press into him. We’re chest to chest and I take my time, slowly kissing his lips, his cheeks, his jaw, before letting go of his hands and moving lower, trailing feather touches over his arms and chest. I lick his cock before taking himin my mouth, working him up, getting him hard and panting for me.

He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms, placing them next to me. I take the lube, rubbing it over my hands, making sure it’s warm enough, before bringing two fingers to his entrance and slowly coaxing moans from him. My lips return to his cock and once again I take my time. Ash’s hands rake through my hair and grip the back of my head every time I hit a spot he likes.

“Fuck, I want you inside me,” he says, dragging my mouth away from him, and opening up a condom. He rolls it on me, adding a good amount of lube. I remember what he told me at the party, how he liked it last time Ibossedhim around.

“Turn around,” I say, one hand on his hip, guiding him to get down on all fours. The smile he gives me over his shoulder is pure giddiness and anticipation.

“Fuck yes, bossy Eli is coming out.” I laugh and reach around to grip him in my hand, pumping a few times, until he’s leaning back into me, asking for more. I let my free hand come down and slap his firm ass cheek. The sound of it reverberates in the quiet room and the moan Ash lets out makes me impossibly harder.

I kiss a spot between his shoulder blades and straighten back up so I can line myself at his entrance. He’s more than ready for me and I slowly push in, holding my breath, my fingers digging into his hips. My eyes close tight andholy shit, he feels too good. I need a moment to compose myself.

“You okay?” he asks, looking over his shoulder with a glimmer in his eyes. “You can move, you know. I know I said your giant cock would ruin me, but I promise I can take it.”

This startles me into a laugh and I relax a bit, leaning in to give him a kiss, which only pushes me inside more and we both groan.

Ash

I’ve always beena fan of sex, but sex with Eli is on a whole other level.Holy shit.How have we gone this long without giving in to whatever this is between us? Just like he is with anything else, Eli is slow and methodical. He guides me in different positions, touching meeverywhere, kissing me. There’s an intensity to him now I’ve never seen before. Like I’m the only thing in the world that matters at this moment.

When he moves us around so he’s on top, angling me so that he’s as deep as he can be, he kisses me fervently and strokes me until I come with a gasp and a throaty “Fuck fuck fuck.” He presses his forehead to mine and thrusts harder a few times before raggedly saying, “I’m going to come.”

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