Crisp clean air flowed through a calm breeze, ruffling Ryan's short auburn hair. He walked down the sidewalk, glancing once behind him at the old brick building of Wickman Hall for the last time of the year. Looking to the left he spotted a black haired man sitting on a bench, the sun reflecting off his skin. He walked over to a bench, his bag slumping to his feet.
"Hey Jack, all done?" Ryan sat down, his eyes roaming along Jack's strong muscular arms.
"Yea, wasn't too bad. You?"
"Just finished my last final." He stretched out on the bench, risking a surreptitious look at Jack's unbuttoned shirt. Soft black hairs poked out, draping over Jack's defined pecs, Ryan glanced quickly away and snapped his attention forward. "Got any plans for the summer?"
"Not really, probably working for my uncle again. That and training for football." Jack smirked, flexing his bicep. Ryan's eyes widened, watching as the thin fabric of Jack's shirt tightened around the hard muscle.
"Yea..." Ryan gulped. His heart pounded in his chest and his cheeks flushed red.
"Whats going on here?" A voice whispered behind them. Ryan jerked his head, his cheeks flushing even redder.
"Asher!" Ryan felt his throat go dry, looking at the blond haired boy. The blue eyes flashed with amusement.
"I always like that blush on your cheeks. You act like I caught you two kissing or something." Asher chuckled coming around the bench and sitting down next to Ryan. He stretched his arm out, stroking his fingers through Ryan's hair. "I don't mind. Go ahead."
Ryan glanced at Jack, his eyes wide, flickering from Jack's arms, his chest, his lips. Jack smirked, chuckling and looking over at Asher.
"Too easy."
"He is, which is good for me." Asher rolled his arm down around Ryan's waist pulling him towards him.
"Ash!" Ryan squealed, laying his head against Asher's shoulder.
"Just teasing." Asher whispered, kissing Ryan's forehead. "You coming tonight Jack?"
"Yea, eight right?"
"Yup, bring some beer if you want. You can crash on the couch if you get too drunk." Asher stood up, pulling Ryan with him. "I've got to cool him down a bit, he always gets too hot around you." He smirked, his eyes dancing at the red blush that deepened on Ryan's cheeks.
"Sounds good, I'll see you two later."
Asher smirked at Jack once more before turning around, grabbing Ryan's hand and swinging their hands between them as they walked. Ryan kept his head down, letting the breeze cool him down. He felt the strong warmth of Asher's hand, listening to crunch of grass between their feet.
"Are you buying me ice cream?"
"What?" Asher looked up, raising his left eyebrow. Ryan smiled, stroking his thumb over Asher's fingers.
"You said you were going to cool me down."
"Oh. Well, I will, but I plan on getting you much hotter first." He squeezed Ryan's hand. "That is if you have time."
"Of course Asher! I'm done for the year. You are too, right?"
"Yea, just making sure you don't have other plans. Maybe other guys to check out?"
"Asher! I-I'm sorry. I know how that looked, but it wasn't like that."
"I know, seriously. I'm just teasing. Jack is a good friend, he likes to show off, but he would never go after what's mine." Ryan glanced at the fierce flash of blue in Asher's eyes, gulping and steading himself as his heart went into overdrive.
Ryan grew quiet, Asher staring straight ahead as he led Ryan through the grass and to the parking lot nearby. He strode purposefully up to a faded grey Volvo, unclasping his hand from Ryan's as he walked to the driver side door. They both got in and Asher started the car before looking over at Ryan.
"You are beautiful baby." He reached out a hand, stroking his right index finger down Ryan's cheek. "Fuck! You make me hard!" Ryan's eyes traveled down Asher's body, looking at the very noticeable bulge straining against Asher's kaki pants.
"Lets get going then." Ryan answered, his voice gravelly and soft as he struggled to contain his pleasure at those words.
Asher pulled out of the parking lot, moving down the road as fast as traffic would allow. "Ugh, distract me please, I need to calm down a little." He laughed.
"Um, so what did you invite Jack to?" Asher gave Ryan a quizzical look.
"The end of year party. I told you about that last night."
"You did?" Ryan looked out the window, anywhere but at the bulge between Asher's legs.
"I thought so. Anyway, its just a little get together. Obviously you are invited, you can make it right?" Ryan turned his head back to Asher, hearing the soft pleading in his voice.
"Of course, I'm just glad you want me there." Asher reached out and grabbed Ryan's hand.
"Always."
Asher turned the car onto a residential neighborhood, quickly pulling up to a small blue one story house. The car shuddered softly as he turned the key and they both walked quickly up to the house, Asher resting his right hand on Ryan's back. Once they reached the front door Asher grabbed Ryan by the hand and led him quickly inside, kicking his shoes off by the door and pulling him down the hallway.
"C'mon. I can't wait much longer."
He dragged him down a short flight of stairs, flicking the light switch on, illuminating the darkened basement. He guided them to his room and slammed the door shut. Within moments Asher kissed Ryan, holding Ryan's head steady between his hands, eyes closed, a soft moan escaping from both of them. Asher kept kissing Ryan, moving a hand down to Ryan's back, pulling him tight, pressing their stomachs together. Ryan let out a soft moan, biting Asher's bottom lip, his hands moving around to hug Asher to him.
"Fuck!" Asher breathed heavily. "Can I be a little rough?"
"Yes!" Ryan exhaled, feeling his own bulge stiffen at the question.
"Do you want to shower first?" Asher kissed Ryan again. Ryan paused, then shook his head.
"No, do you?"
"No. We can after." Asher smirked. "Now take off your shirt!"
Ryan smirked, pulling his brown t-shirt over his head. His hairless chest and softly toned stomach felt cool in the air. Asher stroked his finger down Ryan's chest, his lips pursed. Ryan breathed a sigh as Asher's touch made his skin burn and tingle. Asher's finger stopped, and he gave Ryan a smirk. He turned around and ran over to the bedside table, taking a pair of handcuffs and striding back over.
"All right?"
"Yes Asher!"
Asher grabbed each of Ryan's wrists, stretching Ryan's hands back until both arms were behind his back. The cool metal felt like ice against Ryan's wrists, his skin burning. Ryan let out a loud moan as the metal clicked, his hands falling against his back. Asher came up behind him, letting Ryan feel the naked skin of his abs, sighing as Ryan's fingers stroked the hard muscles, tensing as a finger entered his bellybutton. Asher pressed his stomach forward, the finger moving deeper into his navel and he let out an exhale of pleasure.
"Yes baby!" He moaned into Ryan's ear.
