Chapter 20 - Micah
True to my promise, I was at Asher’s house in under an hour, ringing the bell. A moment later, the door swung open and Asher stood on the other side, grinning, his dark hair still damp from a shower, wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a heathered gray T-shirt.
“Hey,” he murmured as I stepped inside.
I was hit with the urge to kiss him immediately, to pull him close and show him how grateful I was for everything he’d done for me in the past few days, but I resisted.
Instead, feeling self-conscious and uncertain, I shoved my hands into my pockets and nodded as he closed the door behind me. “Hey.”
“Have you had dinner?”
I shook my head. “What were you thinking?”
“I was going to make something low-effort. I still have some of that taco soup you made.”
“I’m fine with whatever.” Why is this so awkward? I wondered.
Asher nodded. “Okay, great.” He headed into the kitchen and I followed him.
“Need any help?” When he shook his head, I perched on a barstool at the breakfast bar to watch as he heated up the soup I’d made when he was injured. It didn’t take long until he’d put the steaming bowls on the table and we sat across from each other, eating quietly.
“I’m not good at this,” Asher said about halfway through the meal.
I frowned and let out a soft sigh, not sure what to say. I put my spoon down and looked at him, a pang of concern hitting me as I read the uncertainty in his dark eyes. “We don’t have to do this, y’know. We can—”
“No. I want to.”
“Want to what, exactly?” It was probably best to get expectations on the table now.
“I don’t know. Explore this. Spend time with you. Be friends again.”
I nodded. “I want that, too.”
He gave me a relieved smile. “Okay. Well… how was your day?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “You were there.”
“I didn’t follow you around or anything. I was busy doing my own job.”
“Fair,” I murmured. “It was good. Pretty straightforward. Just one hiccup.”
“What’s that?”
Another quiet laugh escaped me. “There’s this guy on set I can’t stop checking out. He’s really distracting.”
He let out a sharp breath through his nose, a quiet laugh, and gave me a soft smile. “Same,” he murmured. “Same.”
Anxiety bubbled up inside me. “How are you feeling about all of this?”
Asher’s brow dipped in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“When I met Jackson that night, you two kept saying you’re ‘tragically straight.’ I mean… what we’ve been doing isn’t exactly straight guy territory.”
He nodded thoughtfully, frowning a little. “I’m just… processing things as they happen.”
“You’re not, like, freaking out or anything. No gay panic?”
He gave me another smile, bigger this time. “No gay panic.”
“But you’ll let me know, right? If anything we do feels like it might cross a boundary? I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t say something, or put a stop to this if you need to.”
Asher reached out and put a hand on my arm. My stomach did somersaults at his touch. “I promise. I’ll let you know.” We were both quiet for a few moments. “Now, do you want to watch a movie or something?”
“A movie sounds good.” I couldn’t guarantee I’d actually watch a whole movie, but I wouldn’t mind curling up on the couch against his strong, warm body for a while and just…
existing next to each other. After the tumultuous few days I’d had, thoughts consumed by Phillip, there was something comforting about just hanging out together. No pressure. Just us.
A few minutes later, after I’d offered to clean up the dinner dishes while Asher found a movie to watch, we were sitting on the couch next to each other.
I ached to touch him, but I didn’t want to rush anything.
We had all night. We had… I did the mental math and my stomach turned sour.
We had a few weeks of production time left.
A month, maybe six weeks if we got lucky and something delayed the renovations.
Giving in to the urge, I leaned into his side as he hit play on the remote, Asher’s chest rumbling as he hummed softly and put his arm around my shoulder. “I hope this one’s okay,” he murmured as the movie began.
With a shrug, I shook my head. “I’m not picky.”
“That’s definitely something I remember about you.”
“What? That I’m not picky?”
“Yeah. I feel like even as a kid, you’d go along with most of my ideas without complaint. And Eric’s, if I recall correctly.”
Eric was Asher’s cousin, one who’d always been a troublemaker. “I haven't thought about Eric in years. Where did he end up, by the way?”
“I think he’s a cop now? I don’t know—we don’t stay in touch anymore, not really. He moved out to California to follow a girl and hasn’t come home since.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Sounds like him.” We fell quiet as the movie began, a classic rom-com, which surprised me. I hadn’t expected Asher to be into that kind of movie—I would’ve expected action, or a thriller maybe.
As Asher’s chest shook with laughter at the movie, I found myself unable to focus on what was happening on the screen.
I trailed my hand along his thigh idly, not intending to distract him necessarily, but not exactly not trying to distract him, either.
It didn’t take long for him to respond to my touch.
His breathing tightened and hitched, and his shorts had a noticeable bulge in them.
I didn’t push it any further, though, just continued to tease him, letting my fingertips brush his growing erection.
As I touched him, he began to rock his hips up, seeking more. I smirked and leaned down, letting my hot breath ghost over his cock, and Asher placed his hand on the back of my neck, gently urging me to continue. I couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped me and I tilted my head to look up at him.
“You good?”
He nodded quickly.
“More?”
“Please.” His voice was hoarse with lust and desperation.
I dropped down, pressing my face into his groin and humming with pleasure at the deep, musky scent of him.
I pressed the heel of my palm against his cock, sliding it up and down slowly as he rocked his hips up again and again.
I’d gotten my mouth on him once before and he’d stopped me before he’d finished, but I wanted to taste him, to feel him pulse into my mouth.
I slid to the floor and kneeled between his legs, yanking his shorts down past his ass to give myself access to what I needed.
As I did, he groaned and tipped his head back against the couch. “Fuck.”
I continued to rub my palms along his thighs as I took him into my mouth, and the moment I closed my lips around his crown, he hissed and bucked his hips up.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “God, your mouth.”
Pleased, I wrapped one hand around his shaft and stroked as I sucked, Asher’s fingers burying in my short hair, his hands guiding me to take all of him.
When his cock hit the back of my throat, I moaned, desperate for more.
I sucked him deep into my throat again and again, my saliva and his precum mingling and making his shaft slick for me to stroke harder, faster.
My pace built and as it did, his breathing became ragged, his breaths loud as he groaned, pleasure and need growing inside of him. I moved my free hand to cup his balls, gently stroking and tugging them as I sucked his cock, drawing out deep, desperate groans from him.
“Fuck,” he said again, hips moving to thrust his thick cock into my throat. “I can’t—”
I moaned, wanting more, and he came then, spilling his load into my mouth. The moment the taste hit my tongue, I moaned again, sucking harder as he came, bucking erratically, gasping and gripping my hair tightly.
Working him through his orgasm, I continued to suck until he was spent, until the pulsing stopped, until he was wrung out completely. Between my legs, my own cock ached to be touched, and I dropped my hand to press into my groin and quell the urge.
“Jesus,” he murmured, tugging at the collar of my shirt, urging me to join him on the couch again.
I smirked as I moved back up. “I’ve been called worse.”
“That was…” He exhaled slowly, catching his breath a little, and pulled me in for a kiss. When our mouths met, I slid my tongue along his and he groaned again, fingers tightening their grip on me.
Another moment later, he pulled away and placed a hand square on my chest, shoving me back against the couch. “Pants off,” he murmured, pulling his shorts back up.
I scrambled to comply, tugging my jeans down and kicking them aside. My cock was leaking and aching, and I wrapped my hand around the shaft and stroked, slow and deliberate.
“Christ,” he muttered. “You’re so hot like this.”
I flushed with pleasure, heat burning through me, and put on a show for him. I dragged my thumb across the slit, teasing out more precum and spreading it along the ridge of my crown, desperate for more, my body screaming for his touch.
He watched me touch myself for several long moments before he settled himself between my legs, moving close. “Can I?”
I chuckled breathlessly and nodded. “Please. If you don’t touch me soon, I might die.”
He grinned and moved closer, easing down to tease my cock with his mouth. I reached one hand down into his soft, dark hair and moved the other to pinch my nipple, rolling it between my fingers and letting out a long groan as I did. I resisted as my body strained to buck my hips up.
Gently, tentatively, Asher replaced my hand with his own and stroked my shaft, thumb sliding through the precum and pressing into a spot at the base of my crown that made me ache for more. I let out a slow breath, trying to control myself as he touched me.
He parted his lips and took the crown into his mouth, sucking a little and swirling his tongue around, moaning softly as he did.
The gentle vibrations caused precum to spill from me, which seemed to urge him on, and before I knew it, he was taking the length of me into his mouth almost completely, fist wrapped tightly around my shaft and stroking as he did.
Asher looked up at me, his dark eyes meeting my gaze, and I swore, knowing I wouldn't last much longer.
“Come here,” I murmured. When he shook his head a tiny bit, I placed a hand on his shoulder. “Asher,” I warned. Heat was building in my balls and in the pit of my stomach and I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep control much longer.
He gripped me tighter and sucked harder, his tongue working against my cock.
I couldn’t hold out any longer and the orgasm rocked me, waves of pleasure roiling through my body.
My hips moved of their own volition, rocking up to meet his mouth as he swallowed my load.
When I was spent, I let out a ragged breath and tugged at him again.
“Shit,” I muttered.
He gave me an uncertain smile. “Was that okay?”
I laughed shakily and nodded. “Better than okay.”
“It was my first time doing that.”
I chuckled again. “I know. And it was great. Are you… how are you feeling? Was that too much?”
Asher sat up and passed me my clothes before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not too much,” he said quietly.
He didn’t sound convincing and worry began to gnaw at me. I pulled on my jeans before speaking again. “Are you sure?”
Asher rocked back against the couch and let out a soft, slow breath. “I’m sure.”
“Ash. You have to tell me if you’re panicking. We can stop this anytime.”
“Not panicking.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I think,” he said softly, taking another breath. “I think I’d like to fuck you next time.”