Walking into the dark apartment, Asher flopped across the couch without bothering to turn on the lights. He jerked the tie from around his neck and tossed it onto the coffee table. The cab ride home was uncomfortably quiet.
Philip had prepared them for the difficult road ahead. He warned them about more of the sneaky, low-down tricks that the defense attorney, Mitchell Petersen could use to attempt to get Douglas Allen off. The trial was going to be strenuous, both mentally and physically, but that wasn’t the only reason why Asher was upset. His mind couldn’t block out images of Michael gawking at that woman’s body.
Michael grabbed two beers from the refrigerator while Asher turned on the television. The screen cast a silver light that flashed, while he endlessly searched through the channels.
“Do you want some company?” Michael asked, handing Asher a bottle of cold beer.
Asher moved his legs, letting Michael sit down, yet his eyes remained fixed on the television.
Michael loosened his tie, unfastened the top button at his neck and kicked his shoes off before snuggling next to Asher. The closer Michael got, the further Asher moved away.
When Michael laid his hand on Asher’s thigh, his knee jerked, pulling his leg away from the touch.
“Is there something wrong?” Michael asked sitting up. “Are you mad at me for something?”
“Yes,” Asher blurted out, then suddenly tried to retract his words, “No, I mean… I don’t know--”
Glaring at Asher, Michael demanded, “Well, which is it?”
Asher took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, leaving it a mess. “I’m not mad at you, Michael. I guess I’m just irritated about everything today, including Philip’s receptionist.”
“You’re pissed at Philip’s receptionist? Why? What does she have to do with the court case?”
“How about you ogling her the entire time? You were practically drooling over that hussy,” Asher huffed.
“Philip unloads a bunch of legal crap on us about the trial and you’re irate about me stealing a glance at the man’s secretary?”
Rolling his eyes, Asher started to get up from the couch. Before he got very far, Michael grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down onto the cushions. Asher gasped at the sudden movement. Michael quickly straddled Asher’s body, pinning him to the couch, hovering over top of him, staring into his eyes. The couch creaked under their combined weight.
“What are you doing?” Asher panted. Trying to free himself from underneath Michael, the more Asher struggled, the more friction he created between their bodies. Michael pressed his hips forward trapping Asher in place.
“Ash, I haven’t been in a lot of relationships,” Michael breathed, his mouth only a whisper away from Asher’s lips. “But I swear to you, I would never cheat on someone I’m dating.”
“Is that what we’re doing here? Are we dating?” Asher suddenly swallowed the lump in his throat. His stomach coiled, waiting for Michael’s response.
“Are you asking me to go steady, Mr. Burkhart?” Michael’s raspy chuckle vibrated against Asher’s chest.
Asher struggled to speak, “Maybe.” It was barely a sound.
“I had better warn you, if we are dating, I’m going to try and get into your pants.”
Bucking his hips forward pressed his erection against Michael’s body. “So what’s stopping you?” Asher asked breathlessly.
Michael moaned as his mouth came down, claiming Asher’s in a fierce kiss. His tongue skimmed along Asher’s bottom lip before exploring deeper. Asher opened up to him, letting Michael take the lead.
Pulses raced as they kissed. Asher could feel the thumping of Michael’s hard-on pressed against his groin. Twisting his finger through Asher’s hair, Michael crushed their mouths together.
“I want you,” Michael whimpered.
The confession brought a chuckle from Asher. As Michael trailed kisses along Asher’s jaw, Asher clawed his fingers into Michael’s shoulders. Hot lips seared Asher’s skin. When Michael unexpectedly nipped at the skin below Asher’s ear, he threw his head back and moaned.
Michael growled and flicked the tip of his tongue from the base of Asher’s throat, tracing a path back to Asher’s chin, bringing his mouth back for another kiss.
“You taste incredible,” Michael murmured against Asher’s lips. “I can’t describe it, but I want more…so much more.”
Buttons popped off Asher’s shirt when Michael suddenly ripped at the expensive material. Asher gasped as Michael’s hands roamed over his exposed chest, eagerly exploring every inch, stopping only long enough to pluck at one taut pink nipple before moving on to the other one. The torture was delicious. Tossing his head from side to side, Asher groaned, “Damn, Mike, do you know what you’re doing to me?”
Squeezing Asher’s erection through his pants, Michael smirked. “I think I have an idea.”
Asher closed his eye and begged him, “Please don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it,” Michael chuckled. His lips inched along Asher’s neck to his bare shoulders. Leaning forward, Asher let Michael push his shirt down his arms until the fabric unexpectedly pooled behind Asher’s back trapping his wrists at his side.
“Wait, I’m stuck,” Asher laughed.
Flashing a sexy grin, Michael slowly shook his dark head. “Nope, sorry dude, not stopping, you even said so yourself.”
“But Mikie,” Asher whimpered, his breathing shallow and labored as he tugged again and again until his hands quickly broke free. Before Asher could undo Michael’s shirt, the television suddenly started changing channels.
“What the hell?” Michael asked. Asher laughed, pulling the remote control out along with his crumpled dress shirt. The channel changed one last time, stopping on a classic black and white movie. He muted the television before dropping them both to the floor.
Asher quickly removed Michael’s shirt and tossed it to the floor beside his. “Now where were we?”
The heat between their bare chests was intense. The room felt like it was on fire. Temperatures soared. The ceiling fan did little to cool their desire, burning up the oxygen in the apartment.
Running his hands down Michael’s chest, Asher’s fingers nervously hovered on Michael’s belt buckle. “Are you sure?” Asher asked, giving Michael a chance to back out. It was the last thing in the world that Asher wanted, but he had to make sure that Michael wanted to continue. Silently waiting for Michael to decide, Asher held his breath. The seconds stretched on and on. Asher’s stomach fluttered with anticipation.
Michael didn’t answer with words, instead, he answered with his body. Reaching between them and unbuttoning Asher’s pants, Michael slowly reached in and stroked Asher’s erection. He trembled in Michael’s hands.
A strangled moan caught in Asher’s throat. He pushed his head back into the couch while pushing his hips forward into Michael’s touch.
Within seconds, their pants joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. Cooler air quenched their fevered skin. The silvery light from the television cast shadows across their naked bodies embraced on the couch. Asher kissed Michael’s neck, running his tongue along the rough, late-day stubble covering the surface of Michael’s skin while his hands caressed Michael’s dick.
Michael shivered and quickly grabbed at Asher’s cock. His unskilled touch was awkward as he fumbled with Asher’s shaft. Gasping at a sharp jerk, Asher pulled his mouth and hands away from Michael. The separation was sudden. A jolt shot through Asher’s burning body from the loss of contact.
Frowning when Asher pulled away, Michael whined, “Why did you stop?”
Adjusting their position on the couch, Asher reached between them, gently guiding Michael’s hand along with his own. “You need to slow down, babe,” Asher said between slow kisses, “Stroke me like you would stroke yourself.” Asher cupped his balls in one hand while gently caressing his own swollen shaft, slow and steady, masturbating himself, showing Michael what to do.
Replacing his own hands with Michael’s, Asher sighed when Michael started to easily pump his hard dick. Michael’s body was also responding to the sensual motion. His hips thrust in time with his hands as he rubbed his erection against Asher’s thigh. Sweat beaded Michael’s forehead. He licked his puffy lips before pressing kisses into the crook of Asher’s neck.
“That feels really good,” Asher gasped, praising Michael’s second attempt.
Pre-cum leaked from Michael’s dick. Asher circled his thumb across the crown, using the moisture to lube Michael’s length before continuing to stroke him, down to the base before sliding his hands back to the dripping tip. Each stroke to the top pumped more shiny drops out of the wide slit in Michael’s cock. They dripped from the fat crown and oozed down his shaft, coating Asher’s fingers.
Michael moved his hips faster, pushing his erection harder into Asher’s hot fist. His body shuddered. Tossing his head back, Michael’s body pulsed as he moaned with pleasure, his mouth falling open while his dark eyes closed as Asher continued to stroke him.
Asher resisted kissing Michael. He wanted to lick away the sweat pooling in the hollow at the base of Michael’s throat; he wanted to feel Michael’s burning skin against his lips, but he needed to watch this man’s gorgeous face when he finally came. It wasn’t long until he was rewarded.
“Aaasssh!” Michael cried as he climaxed. The eruption was impressive. The first shot sprayed across Asher’s neck. Michael continued to thrust his hips while shooting more cum across Asher’s stomach. Michael quivered. White sticky ropes mixed with sweat matted Asher’s hair to his belly. Michael trembled with each delicious aftershock. His cock jumped one last time in Asher’s hand.
Slowing his movement, Asher rubbed his thumb over Michael’s slit one last time, collecting the last drops of cum, and bringing a whimper from Michael.
“That… was… amazing,” Michael gasped between each word while Asher ran his fingertips through the sticky cum cooling on his fevered skin. The temperature in the apartment soared, increased from their body heat.
Asher’s body was rock hard, he was aching and on fire. His erection pulsed, needing to be released. While Michael slowly stirred, opening his dark eyes, Asher laced his sticky fingers with Michael’s and brought them back to his sensitive dick.
“Don’t stop,” Asher pleaded.
Michael chuckled as he obliged Asher’s wish and pumped him faster and harder. Fighting for each breath, Asher grunted when Michael repeated the trick he had used on his dick. One swipe of his thumb circling Asher’s wide crown brought him to the brink. An inaudible growl caught in Asher’s throat when he came.
Asher threw his head back, clamping his swollen bottom lip between his teeth, struggling to breathe as his body exploded with pleasure. His hips thrust forward, sliding his burning cock through Michael’s firm grip. Asher’s release joined Michael’s sticky juices still coating his stomach and chest. Several shots erupted from his ruddy, swollen cock. Michael continued to pump hot, thick cum from Asher’s quivering dick until the last few drops drizzled out and ran down his long fingers.
Michael turned up the volume on the television. They caught the last few minutes of ‘Some Like It Hot.’
With the glow from the television highlighting the sharp features of Michael’s jawline, Asher was more interested in watching Michael Waters than award-winning actor, Tony Curtis. As the handsome man graced the silver screen, they laid side by side with arms and legs tangled together on the couch.
“You’re missing the ending,” Michael said, glancing over at Asher.
Running his fingers through Michael’s short hair, Asher grinned and shook his head. “It’s okay, there’s someone else I’d rather be watching right now.”
“So you think I’m sexier than Marilyn Monroe?” A deep throaty chuckle rumbled Michael’s chest when the sultry actress appeared on the television.
Asher’s warm breath fell across Michael’s cheek when he answered. “The lovely Ms. Monroe might be a stunning beauty, but she’s definitely not my type. Mr. Curtis on the other hand...”
Michael stared at him for several seconds. The silence lingered. Asher thought he had said the wrong thing. He started to change the subject when suddenly Michael caught Asher by the chin and tipped his jaw towards him for a passionate kiss.
The kiss was intense. Hands roamed over taut flesh, their breath hot and heavy. It lasted through the ending credits and then continued into the start of the next movie. When Michael moaned into Asher’s mouth, the skin on his arms peppered with goosebumps. Breaking their connection and coming up for air, Asher nervously asked Michael, “Do you regret what we did here tonight?”
“No,” Michael said, slowly shaking his head. “I never thought I could feel the way I do when I’m with you.”
“It doesn’t bother you to be with a guy?” Asher continued to press Michael.
Michael took a long, deep breath. “Honestly, I’ve never had feelings this strong about anyone before, guy or girl. When I was a kid, I remember being really curious about the other boys at school. It was natural, looking at their bodies and comparing them to me. I don’t think it was ever an attraction, but I know I’ve never been repulsed by the sight of other men.”
Asher ran his hands over Michael’s chest, playfully twirling the thick tufts of dark hair between his fingers as he listened to Michael explain. “When I first met you, at the bar, I thought you were handsome.”
Asher’s eyebrows shot up.
“Not like that,” Michael playfully swatted Asher’s arm, “it was like how someone can appreciate the beauty of another man or woman without sexual attraction being involved, but the more I got to know you, the more I felt like there was something more, a deeper connection.”
“Are you attracted to other men now?”
Michael paused and scratched at the back of his neck. Asher knew that he was nervous. It was a quirky habit he’d seen Michael do before, yet tonight, its meaning could devastate his entire world.
“I’ve been trying to figure out what these feelings are that I have for you. I’m still attracted to women, that much is a given, but I’m so incredibly sexually aroused by you--”
“But, what about other guys? Are you attracted to them too?” Asher demanded. He needed to understand where Michael was coming from. Did Michael still identify himself as heterosexual? Was he starting to open up to the idea that he was bi-sexual or was this some bi-curious fling that Michael had to get out of his system before getting back to his real life?
“Not much,” Michael whispered.
“That’s vague,” Asher snapped.
Red flushed Michael’s face. “Well, what do you want to hear, Ash? That when I watch porn and see two guys fucking each other, am I turned on? Hell yeah, I’m turned on, but only because I fantasized about it being you and me! I get rock hard just thinking about touching you. My entire body wants you, Asher, and it’s scary because I’ve never felt like that before, not with anyone else.”
Michael trembled as the words came rushing out. “Is that what you wanted to know, that I get online and watch gay porn at night after you fall asleep? That I can hear you breathing in the bedroom, the sound of you softly snoring and it kills me that I’m out here on this damn couch? I want to be with you and I know that you were injured, Ash, and you think that I’m not ready, but I am!”
Asher watched tears of frustration rim Michael’s dark eyes. “I’m not ready to stand on the street corner and shout to the heavens that I’m gay, but I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
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