Chapter 28
This was fun, just maybe not for Kieran.
After he collapsed a few more times, short of giving up the ghost near the end, Ash picked him up and carried him home like a sack of potatoes thrown over his shoulder.
Back at the apartment, he settles him gently on top of the mattress and kisses the tip of his nose. “I’m proud of you.”
“I hate you,” is what Kieran’s likely trying to say, but he’s too breathless for Ash to be sure.
Ash chuckles, patting his flank. “Take a breather. You’ll need your energy.”
“What kind of reward requires energy?” When Ash just smiles secretively, Kieran blushes. “Fine, don’t tell me. But I’ll kill you if it’s something I hate.” He gets up, his legs a little shaky. “I’m taking a shower.”
Ash watches him walk on wobbly legs, his heart racing at what he knows is coming next.
That is, if Kieran’s okay with it. Knowing him, he’ll be more than okay with it.
Once he gets out of his pretty head, that is.
If that nice little blush from before is anything to go by, he already has a vague idea what the reward will entail.
Praising the fact they have two bathrooms, Ash heads to their guest one to scrub the sweat and sand off his skin.
His semi-hard cock grows to full mast in the meantime, but he refrains from stroking himself.
It would be smarter to get off once before they get to the good part, but he kinda likes the anticipation.
It’s been a long time since he felt like this.
Over the past two years, Kieran’s evolved into someone with a hair trigger when it comes to sex.
Although sometimes they play around, with Kieran pretending he’s not interested and really making Ash work for it, it doesn’t happen often.
Kieran tends to cave all too soon, his willpower growing weaker by the day.
The water in their ensuite bathroom is still running when Ash gets out, and it makes him laugh. Kieran definitely knows Ash is about to do something perverted, and he’s going crazy scrubbing every inch of his skin clean. Classic.
Drying himself off, Ash wraps a towel around his hips. Tequila is waiting in front of the door when he opens it, and he scoops her up.
“Thanks for reminding me. I can’t have you interrupting today.
” He scritches under her chin when she makes a noise of complaint, then heads to the bedroom and closes the door.
He sits at the foot of the bed and leans back on his hands.
His cock is tenting the towel obscenely, and he tries to think gross thoughts just so he doesn’t freak Kieran out right off the bat.
Thinking of magpies and roaches seems to do the trick.
Those fuckers are good for something, after all.
The sound of water running ceases, and Ash’s dick stirs again at the implication.
He holds his breath when Kieran emerges, hair wet and a towel around his hips. The fact that he didn’t bother putting clothes on has Ash smiling like a loon. Kieran doesn’t know what the reward will be, but he must want it regardless.
“Someone’s eager,” he teases, just to see Kieran blush again. He’s not disappointed.
“Am not,” Kieran mumbles. He keeps hovering by the door, fidgeting on his feet. He’s so fucking cute, and it takes every single ounce of self-control at Ash’s disposal not to drag him to the bed and have his wicked way with him, until Kieran is a blabbering, sobbing mess, covered in come.
Ash crooks a finger.
Throat bobbing, Kieran pads over. He stops two feet away from him, standing there stiffly.
Ash smiles, half-amused, half-reassuring, and reaches for his hand, tugging him close between his parted legs.
He gazes up at him, recognizing the way Kieran’s eyes are glazed over with poorly concealed arousal.
He tilts his head, offering better access to his mouth.
Kieran rolls his eyes, licks his trembling lips, and leans down.
The kiss is soft and tentative, and so damn sweet Ash might as well melt into a puddle.
It strikes him again that all those first times he experienced with Kieran weren’t actually firsts in the end.
For him, yes, but Kieran had traveled back from the future, bringing with him all this experience.
He was bold and determined when they got together, so needy and desperate for Ash’s touch.
And Ash, dumb, horny Ash, was way too happy to oblige, to question the sudden change in depth.
Bottom line is, he’s never seen Kieran like this, so bashful and unsure, so reactive to the lightest touch, or the softest kiss.
It’s absolutely addictive. How many people can say they’ve experienced something for the first time more than once? Ash is one lucky fucker.
A burning need rising inside him, he lets his tongue flick over the seam of Kieran’s lips.
They part on a gasp, but instead of thrusting in like his instinct is telling him to, Ash enters him slowly, savoring every second.
He seeks out Kieran’s tongue, smiling into the kiss when he tastes mint. Kieran really went above and beyond.
Expressing his appreciation with a soft moan, Ash snakes his arms around Kieran’s waist, tugging him close.
Kieran goes willingly, almost too easily.
His hands rest on Ash’s shoulders before inching higher, partially sliding into his hair.
He’s trembling, not like someone who’s nervous or scared, but someone who can barely contain himself.
Like there’s too much energy to remain still.
Ash sucks on Kieran’s bottom lip, gives it a small nip, then runs his tongue over it to soothe the sting.
Kieran’s breath catches, and he tugs on Ash’s hair, glaring down at him. Or trying to. It would be more effective if he didn’t already look like he’s been fucked six ways to Sunday.
“Stop it,” he grunts.
“Why? You don’t like it?” Ash asks, knowing it’s the exact opposite. His eyes pointedly travel to Kieran’s cock, his erection barely contained by the towel. “Or maybe you like it too much.”
“Shut up.” He tugs on Ash’s hair again, hard enough to pinch. If only he knew it just riles Ash up more.
“Shut me up,” Ash challenges.
“A gag would be more effective,” Kieran grumbles before his mouth descends. This kiss is heated, almost punishing, as if he’s trying to prove a point. Ash lets him have his way for a bit, allowing him to dominate the kiss.
Kieran kisses the way he does everything else: chaotic, overthinking, and trying so hard to do his best that Ash wants to shower him with praise until it seeps into every fiber of his being.
He pulls Kieran forward until he ends up in his lap, gasping into the kiss in surprise.
He slides his arms fully around Ash’s shoulders and presses close, until they’re chest to chest. His heartbeat is loud and quick, speeding up even more when Ash slides a hand between them and flicks his nipple.
Kieran makes the most beautiful sound, grinding against him.
Ash drags his palms down Kieran’s sides and over his hips to grip his thighs.
His fingers dig into the soft skin there, hopefully hard enough to leave marks, to remind him who he belongs to whenever he looks in the mirror.
He slides his hands higher, dipping under the edge of the towel to cup Kieran’s ass.
Kieran makes a sound like a whimper, breaking the kiss.
“Ash.” There’s a need in his voice, but underneath it Ash senses the anxiety that comes with the unknown.
“I know.” He kisses Kieran’s neck, the edge of his jaw, the corner of his mouth. “It’s okay. I won’t.”
All the tension drains out of Kieran at once. The knowledge that he trusts Ash so boundlessly threatens to unravel him completely.
“Okay.”
“This is good, though?” To demonstrate, Ash cups both his ass-cheeks and squeezes.
Kieran bites his lip and nods. “It’s good.”
Ash hums, kissing over his neck, knowing exactly which spots make him shiver and keen. Once Kieran is putty in his arms, he looks up with a grin.
“Want to get your reward now?”
Kieran blinks, his gaze confused and unfocused, like he forgot about it. His chin dips in a small nod.
Dropping one more kiss on his puffy lips, Ash prompts him to stand. Then he shuffles backwards until he’s half-lying, half-sitting against the headboard, and pats his stomach.
“Drop the towel and come here.”
There’s a moment of hesitation before Kieran unravels the knot on the towel and lets it fall to the floor. He moves across the mattress on his hands and knees, blushing prettily. He shuffles forward over Ash’s legs and sits astride his stomach.
“Um…”
“Higher.”
Grabbing onto the headboard, Kieran shuffles up another couple of inches, his dick hovering in front of Ash’s face. It twitches under the attention, a drop of pre-come pooling at the tip.
Ash licks his lips, pretends to lean forward, just to fuck with him. Then says, “Higher.”
Kieran’s brows pull together in confusion. “What are you gonna do?”
“I’m going to eat your ass.”
Kieran stares at him, then barks out a laugh, which dies quickly when Ash remains silent. “You’re kidding, right?” More silence. “I know you’re obsessed with my ass, but this is weird. You’re weird!” He’s starting to panic now, but seeing as he’s not moving away, Ash isn’t too worried.
“And I’m also horny.” He taps his chin. “So park yourself here before I snap.”
Kieran’s executive function must’ve been disabled because he remains frozen, staring at Ash with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and reluctant want. His dick is dark red, the drop of pre-come rolling down its length.
“Kieran,” Ash uses his Dom voice. “I won’t tell you again. So make a choice; you either safeword out, or sit on my face.”
Kieran sputters, eyes nearly bulging out. His chest rises more shallowly and quickly. “Wh-what happens if I safeword out?”
Ash’s demeanor softens. He knows Kieran doesn’t want to actually use the safeword, but it’s the possibility that using it might create a rip between them that is causing him paralysis.