Basically: Asher and Brad really don’t get along and now they’re on a break.
Warnings: None.
** This picks up from where their last argument left off.
Asher was not expecting this sudden aggressive affection from Brad at all. And while he's normally one for sudden sex, literally right after a heated argument was not what he wanted. He put his hands on Brad's shoulders and pushed him back. "Wait, wait-" he stopped him, frowning, "I'm not letting you try to fuck my anger away. We can have sex, but not until we're okay again. I'm not letting you do anything until we talk this out like proper married couples do. And don't try to fake anything just 'cause you want to stick your dick in me; this is serious."
Brad scoffed. "This isn't about me fucking your anger away, and God, you know I hate using that word. But that's not what I'm doing." It really wasn't. Brad just wanted to take his frustrations out on Asher sexually. Not the same thing. Just the other way around, that's all. Asher had it a little wrong. Brad pushed Asher only lightly, letting the man fall on his back so he could hover over him. "We can talk after this." Brad wet his lips, pushing Asher's feet apart a bit so he could fit himself beneath him.
Asher never once has worried about Brad forcing him into sex. Everything has always been clearly consensual, and even then, they still have a safe-word. Asher's never once felt uncomfortable being intimate with Brad until now. "No," he said, no hint of humor or lightness or anything in his tone. "Get off of me. I'm not – I'm not letting you just – dodge a conversation, an important one, at that, because you want to have sex. There will be no talking afterwards. You either sit with me and we'll have a discussion about what to do with this problem we have, or you can get off of me and leave."
Brad sighed. He took a deep breath, backing away from Asher. He was still sitting on the bed though, but he just kept his distance. "What is it you'd like me to say that I haven't been saying, Asher? I've apologized to you, which I think is far more important than apologizing to Bryan, and you don't care for it. I won't know what to do unless you tell me, and if you're up for a guessing game, I'm not. So tell me what to do." Brad hated when he and Asher fought. It was awful, and he hated it. He hated also how much they'd fight and he couldn't fix the situation. It made him feel hopeless.
Asher tried hard not to roll his eyes. They weren't yelling at each other, and he figured if he did his best to remain calm then it wouldn't escalate to that again. "The fact," he began slowly, calmly, "that you're even asking me that means that you did not listen to a single thing I said earlier." Asher straightened out his shirt, a bit crinkled from Brad's rough hands. "I don't care for your apology because you didn't mean it. You don't feel bad about what you did to Bryan, you don't care that you broke a promise to me because it meant that you got to have your way. You're only apologizing because you think it's what I want. But I don't want a half-assed apology; I want one you actually mean, and I want you to apologize to Bryan, too. He has a kid, y'know, and she's going to see her father with a bruise. He's already told me he's not going to mess with you; I'm sure he'll have no problems apologizing to you as well."
Brad rolled his eyes. "And I already said to you that I'm not going to apologize to him. I'm not. And I do mean my apology to you. If you don't think so, then too bad." Brad scoffed, pushing himself out of the bed. "Honestly, your need to have your own way all the time is fucking annoying. Do you know that? You do know that a marriage is about compromise and letting go, sometimes? You don't do that. You can't not win an argument, Asher. You aren't happy unless everything is the way you want it. Well guess what, you're not getting your way this time. I'm not doing what you want just to please you." Brad didn't even bother to continue the conversation. It was just the same argument over and over again. Every time they had an argument, it was just repetitive shit because Asher refused to listen.
Asher was getting so annoyed with Brad to the point where he didn't even want to argue anymore just for the sake of maintaining his sanity. Brad always did this, never actually listened to what Asher had to say and instead just attacked his character and said things completely unrelated to the conversation at hand. "I don't always want or need to have my way," Asher corrected him, trying very hard not to snap. "Me trying to get you to understand that what you did was wrong and that you need to own up to it does not mean I'm being bossy or whatever or that I want my way. This has nothing to do with 'getting my way', this is about you being an idiot. This isn't even a 'winnable' argument; it's not a fucking competition to see who can say the wittiest retort, and you thinking that it's that just proves how immature and how incapable of having an actual conversation you are. But sure, blame everything on me, try to make me out into an awful human being and then just insult me even more when I don't want to engage in your 'I can't handle talking to my husband about something I'm too prideful and ignorant to deal with' sex." Asher closed his eyes, collecting his bearings, and then reopened them to look at Brad once more. "I think we need to take a break from each other."
"Whatever you want." That's the only thing Brad would say. If he responded, Asher would feel the need to respond and it would just be a never ending cycle of them arguing, even if he didn't agree with what Asher said. He headed to the living room and got the bag he'd left on the floor. He made sure he had his wallet, his pager, his phone and some clothes for work. He didn't intend on coming back any time soon.
Summary: Brad invites Asher over to see his new room, they smoke and then have sex. Brad wants Asher to stay with him, Asher doesn’t roll that way.
Sidenote: Contains smut.
Asher was waiting in line at his favorite bakery ever as he thought about what he was getting himself into. The last time he was alone with Brad, they made out and they fell asleep on each other, not to mention the other previous times where they had sex. So going to his room where it'd be just him and Brad and his bed could only lead to bad things. He liked Brad as a friend and he didn't want to ruin their friendship and sex would do just that. If he hadn't broken his personal goal to not have sex (dumb Bryan and his dumb dick pics making dumb Asher go and fulfill his dumb sexual needs) he would feel more in control about the situation, but. Asher sighed, collecting the box of four chocolate cupcakes with cotton candy icing and heading to his car. He drove to the campus, heading towards the dormitory building and making his way to Brad's new room, clad in one of Bryan's hoodies and a pair of skinny jeans (which were the only type of jeans he owned, so he wasn't intentionally trying to seduce Brad or anything). Asher shifted the box of his favorite sweet food ever into one arm so he could knock on the door.
There was some boxes all over the place in Brad's new room, but he had convinced himself that he had unpacked all the more important stuff for now. He'd gotten a job working on campus, and he had saved enough to make a change in rooms - and since he wanted one for himself - he had to pay a little extra than usual. He wondered if he would be all right with having Asher alone in a bedroom, probably. The other boy wouldn't be drunk this time so he wouldn't end up saying anything- dumb - that would stir up things for Brad, so he was probably going to be all right. He smiled as he let Asher in, closing the door behind him. "Welcome to my humble abode."
Asher let out an impressed whistle when he entered Brad's dorm, making a full circle as he took in the space. It was the same size as any other dorm but since there was only 1 bed, it looked larger. “It's so big. I like it,” he smiled, eyes going from the interior to Brad. He didn't have any romantic feelings for him but wow, was he cute – definitely on Asher's top ten list of cutest boys he personally knows. “I brought cupcakes to celebrate. They're, like, really good.” It was taking all of his self control to not just plop himself on the floor and eat all four cupcakes himself. “Where should we sit?”
Every time Brad saw Asher, he felt like he was falling. It was honestly the most stupid thing he could think of but it was also the most honest thing. He didn't know what it was about him, and honestly he was pretty sure he would have stayed in the closet if not for Asher. He didn't expect Asher to automatically run into his arms and want him the way Brad did, but Asher told him how proud he was of him, and although it didn't feel the same, it almost came close. "I'm glad you do." Brad glanced around the room then let his eyes fall on Asher. "We can sit anywhere you'd like, I guess." He shrugged, a soft smile on his lips. "You pick."
“You know what this means now that you've a room to yourself? You get to play whatever music you'd like whilst you're getting ready or summat and not have to worry about compromising with your roommate.” While he and Bryan did share a lot of the same music tastes, there were some artists that the other played that the Yorkshire lad couldn't stand. Asher plopped himself onto Brad's bed, scooting back until he was in the middle of it. The bed was way better than sitting at the table or on the couch, he reasoned as he crossed his legs. He patted the space next to him before opening the box of cupcakes, taking one out carefully and handing it to Brad. “You need to tell me what flavor of cupcakes you like so I don't have to hope you like the ones I bring you every time,” he commented, reaching for his own cupcake. “Although all cupcakes are good.” He picked up some of the icing onto his finger, putting it into his mouth and closing his eyes briefly in content. Asher could honestly eat cupcakes every day, actually ate them once every two weeks, but as an athlete he really shouldn't.
Brad hesitated. He wondered if Asher noticed. If he did, he prayed to God he didn't comment on it. Damn it. This stupid boy and his ability to make Brad feel like he was inferior to him. Like Asher practically had him wrapped around his finger. He did. Brad didn't even have to question that. He fell just a little bit further. He joined Asher in bed anyway, taking the cupcake from him. "I like pastry. I'll eat just about any type of cupcake - except for lemon. Blech." He bit into the cupcake, licking his lips clean before Asher would use his thumb again. He was in a fucking bed and not limited to the backseat of a car, God knows what the hell he would do. "Where did you get these anyway?"
Asher picked up on the slight hesitation from Brad, briefly remembering how much older the other was. When he was in kindergarten I wasn't even born yet. Whatever, though; he happened to really like older guys, anyways. But then he refocused back on what he noticed. “Um. If – if me being here is gonna' make you uncomfortable, especially considering what happened the last time we were alone, then I can leave,” Asher spoke up quietly, looking over at him. He took a short moment to study Brad's features, and oh, he had a dimple. Why hadn't he noticed that before? How cute. Anyways. “I don't want to... hurt you or anything.”
Brad sighed rather loudly, hoping he hadn't rolled his eyes. He honestly wished Asher didn't say anything. "I would not have let you come here if I didn't want you here in the first place." He bit into the cupcake again, grabbing one of the napkins to clean the corner of his lips. "And I'm hurt whether or not I'm around you." He sighed again, thinking about seeing Bryan and Asher at the rink the other day. He looked over at him, glancing away when he noticed Asher was looking back at him. "It's not- you shouldn't worry about me, honestly. I'll be fine. I promise." He looked at him again, hoping his smile was reassuring.
Well... That was depressing to hear, that Asher had caused Brad emotional pain. It's not his fault that the other decided to have a crush on him. But still, he felt bad. He had tried before to get Brad to move on but the other seemed to be stuck on him for some unknown reason and Asher didn't like it. He didn't like Brad. “Oh.” Asher pursed his lips, looking from Brad to the bedsheets. He felt bad and he hated it. Maybe he shouldn't have visited. Maybe they shouldn't be friends, because he didn't know how he'd be able to deal with Brad and not feel like he was stepping on his heart.
"I shouldn't have said that." Brad was rarely ever honest about things like this, unless he was talking to Asher. Fucking hell. He hated this. "I'm sorry. I know you must hate me. I mean- you're trying to be my friend and I'm ruining it by having these feelings for you, and I would shut it off if I could. And I will, I know I will. I guess I just need some time to get over you. I don't know." He shrugged. His cupcake had long since finished now, and he didn't feel up to eating another one. "If you feel like leaving you can, I'll be fine. If you want to stay well..... I have some popcorn. We could watch a movie or something?"
Asher frowned, placing the box of leftover cupcakes to the side. He caught sight of a pack of cigarettes and wow – he really, really wanted one. He was trying not to smoke for Phoebe's sake but she wasn't there at the moment, so. Then again, they were Brad's cigarettes and he didn't know if the other wanted to share, especially after this ugly turn of events. “I don't hate you, I never have and I never will and I really don't like it when you think that I do,” he spoke, wrapping his arms around himself subconsciously. Asher sighed, and he ran a hand through his hair before scooting off of the bed, making his way to the door. But. Something tugged inside of him, told him to stay with Brad. Maybe it was the cigarettes he saw earlier calling his name. Whatever it was, it stopped him from turning the door handle. Asher sighed again, asking quietly, “Do you have The Hunger Games?”
Brad's eyes widened when he saw Asher leaving, and he didn't realize that he was holding his breath before the boy turned around and asked him a question. "I- It's on Netflix. I don't have the DVDs." He had noticed Asher eyeing the cigarettes, and he reached over to grab the box and got his lighter from his drawer. "You smoke?" He arched an eyebrow, handing one to Asher with a soft smile on his lips. "If not, I hope you don't mind if I do." But Brad had a feeling that he did. "And sorry- again - about uh- earlier. About the whole you hating me thing." He smiled again, lighting a cigarette before he took a long drag. When he exhaled, he moved his tongue so the smoke came out in tiny circles. "I won't say that you feel that way about me again. Promise."
“Okay.” It was a soft and tiny response and Asher willed himself to at least try and return to his bubbly, talkative self as he sat back on to the bed, but not as close to Brad as he had been. He accepted the cigarette, holding his hand out so Brad could give him the lighter. He really needed to quit for his health so he could be with Phoebe for a very long time, but until he was coughing after every word he spoke, then he wasn't going to stop smoking. “I'd only mind if you didn't share,” he shrugged, flicking on the lighter and letting the flame heat up the end of the cigarette. He inhaled the smoke for a bit before letting the vapors leave his parted lips, feeling the addictive nicotine flow through his body. As a chemistry major, he knew that the alkaloid blocked the action of nerve and muscle cells when taken a lot but he couldn't bring himself to care, honestly. “Pinky promise?” He asked, holding out his pinky to Brad.
Brad noticed that Asher wasn't sitting as close as he had been, and he sighed at that. Great. "Wasn't sure if you smoked or not." He took another drag, completely aware of what he was doing to his body. But smoking was far too relaxing to give up, not right now anyway. Drinking was so overrated. He chuckled softly, wrapping his pinky around Asher's, "Pinky promise." He pushed himself out of bed, walking to the tv to turn it on. It was one of those flat screens where Netflix, and all other apps were built in, so he just turned it on and logged in. He walked to the microwave, taking the popcorn out of it to toss it into a bowl. When he got back to the bed, he sat closer to Asher, like they had been earlier, navigated to the movie and pressed play.
“I'm trying not to,” he told him, puffs of air leaving his lips as he talked. “'Cause, like, I know how bad they are and there are adverts for it everywhere. But they're addictive as hell and relax me, so. I've been smoking for three years and nothing bad has happened to me so until then I guess I won't quit.” Asher shrugged, watching Brad curiously when he sat closer. Their arms would brush occasionally and he didn't know how he felt about that. “Besides, I find it quite attractive to see guys smoking.” He didn't say it to purposely flirt with Brad or anything; it was an actual fact. Asher turned his attention to the movie, alternating between smoking and eating some of the popcorn and watching the film.
"Hmm, well- you'll know when it's time to quit. Maybe when you have kids or something. Cause you know- you wouldn't want to end up leaving them because of something you could control. But maybe by the time you have kids, you'll have already stopped smoking." Brad had been smoking much, much longer than that. But he was older than Asher. He'd stop too, eventually, maybe. He didn't really picture himself having a family, so maybe he wouldn't have a reason to. But he couldn't really tell the future, and ever since coming back here he wasn't exactly getting things done the way he had planned. Brad chuckled, "That's a good thing to know, and if you haven't guessed I have a thing for guys who play sports." Among other things. He ate some popcorn, taking a drag from his cigarette every now and again. He glanced over at Asher, biting down on his bottom lip as he thought about kissing him. "I can't imagine what it would taste like if I kissed you - since we're both smoking, I mean." Sometimes people would comment that the person they'd been kissing tasted like cigarettes, must be double that since they both had cigarettes to their lips.
“I already have a kid.” Did he not tell Brad this before? Probably not. He sighed as he thought about Phoebe, wondering if Cassandra was finding more ways to get her persistent cold to go away. He'd never smoke around his daughter, though; never has and never will and Cassandra didn't have any issues with him smoking, so. Asher blushed a bit at Brad's phrase, wondering if he should flirt back or stay quiet. “Well, lucky for you, there's plenty of cute athletes at this school.” The movie had been playing but Asher's attention was taken off of it, now focusing on Brad. His cigarette was almost finished when Brad mentioned kissing him and – wow, okay. He wouldn't mind kissing Brad at all but would that be leading him on? Because he wouldn't feel anything from it. “Have you never kissed another smoker before, Bradley?” Asher questioned, cigarette dangling between his lips.
Brad didn't know how wide his eyes were right now, but he wouldn't be surprised if they fell out of his eye sockets. Asher had a kid What? "What?" He blinked, watching Asher to see if the younger boy was fucking with him or not. He had so many questions now. Was that the reason why he and Bryan had gotten along so well? "If I what? Uh, no. Never. I uh- I've never really- been with another guy before meeting you. Uh-" He cleared his throat softly, leaning over to thumb the last bits of the cigarette in an ashtray. "I mean- Ive kissed you but- not like- after both of us have had a cigarette."
Asher nodded, and Brad's reaction solidified that he hadn't told him about Phoebe before. He dug out his phone from his back pocket, opening up the camera roll and selecting a photo of his little blonde to show him. “Her name's Phoebe. Phoebe Alexandra Kipton. She's two. She stays with me on campus some days, 'm surprised you haven't seen me walking around with her already.” Asher had no shame about having a child which is why he had no problems with walking around the schools campus with her. If anything he wanted the world to know that he had the confirmed cutest daughter in the world. He giggled at how flustered Brad had become with his speech, finding it adorable, if he was being honest. There were some moments where Asher thought Brad was just really, really cute, and this was one of them. “Well, do you want to find out what it'd be like?”
"Oh, wow." Brad glanced over at Asher's phone to see a photo of a smiling replica of Asher. He blushed, glancing away as he pushed his fingers through his hair. "She's adorable. Looks like you." He wondered if Asher would mind if he asked a bunch of questions about her. About how he had gotten himself into something like being a teenage dad. Brad couldn't imagine that it was easy. "I-" Yes. "Um, if- if you want to."
“Yeah... I love her.” Asher couldn't bite back the glowing smile that spread across his face. As soon as he finished the movie with Brad he was going to go see Phoebe and take her shopping just because. The younger male pocket his phone, looking at Brad with a humored smirk on his lips. “I think I should be asking you that question,” he said, licking his lips slowly. Asher had no problems kissing Brad as there would be no feelings for him. Once again, he wondered if he was leading the poor guy on or not. It wasn't his fault he liked affection and the person who was currently supplying it just so happened to have a crush on him.
"I can tell." Bryan pouted his lips. "I'm a big boy." He was, even though Asher was kind of right to say that back to him. "I can take a few kisses and I'll be absolutely fine." Kind of fine. "It's not like I mentioned having sex with you, which - I could handle if it happened - which - probably wouldn't - but I'm just saying." You know, just in case he would have offered, Brad wanted to set the record straight up front.
Asher snorted at the big boy comment. “Don't I know it,” he chuckled, because Brad was big in many ways, the most important being his cock, and Asher found himself suddenly wanting to give him a blowjob. Curse him, honestly. “Okay, then. Prove it,” he smiled, shifting so he was situated in Brad's lap. Asher wanted to have sex with him, and although he had sex yesterday with Bryan for his birthday, he wanted more. He's come to terms with his slight obsession with having sex, and he looked up at Brad, small smile on his face as he waited for him to make the first move.
"Shut up." Brad was not blushing. "How will I-" Brad held his tongue when Asher straddled his hips, and he blinked a few times before he said anything. "All right then, I'll prove it." Brad leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against Asher's before he realized that was too sweet of a gesture. He deepened the kiss, putting his hands against the sides of Asher's hips.
Brad tasted like smoke. Like, he tasted exactly like a cigarette, and if Asher didn't smoke then he'd definitely be turned off. He also tasted a little bit like popcorn, so the combination was weird but enjoyable nonetheless. Asher wrapped his arms around the back of Brad's neck as he kissed him back, not feeling any butterflies or cliche movie sparks. He wondered how Brad was feeling, though, if his insides were on fire with like-ness or something. Asher hasn't had a crush on anyone for the longest time that he's forgotten what it felt like to kiss someone he liked.
Brad clicked off his heart the minute Asher straddled his hips. Of course it didn't exactly listen to his brain the minute he asked it too, but he was sure he wasn't going to be upset when Asher would leave. He waited a few moments longer before he turned around, laying Asher on his back.
Asher wasn't expecting Brad to put him onto his back, but it happened. Did this mean sex? He hoped it meant sex, and conveyed it by wrapping his legs around Brad's waist, one hand running his fingers through his soft blond hair and the other latching onto his back. The movie was still playing in the background but Asher payed no mind to it, instead focused on how fucking unbelievably good of a kisser Brad was.
Brad was about to ask Asher if their change in positions was okay, but he got an answer when Asher wrapped his legs around his hips. Oh. All right then. He was a little startled that they were actually kissing, it just occurred to him. He pulled away but not too far. He moved his lips across Asher's jaw, and when he got to his neck he saw the hickey. He hoped again that Asher didn't notice his hesitation, and he figured getting pushed away for kissing Asher would hurt less than kissing around hickeys that someone had already given him. Probably that asshole Bryan.
Ash pouted when Brad moved away, but the frown on his lips disappeared the moment he felt lips on his neck. He let out a soft moan, eyes closing shut in bliss. He loved boys and he loved being kissed by cute boys even more. Asher tugged on Brad's hair, guiding his lips from his neck back up to his mouth, and he slid his tongue in between the other's parted lips, legs tightening around his waist.
Brad honestly couldn't stop the groan that left his mouth when Asher slipped his tongue between his lips. It was far better than a cigarette. He brought his hand down to Asher's belt and hesitated. "Can I?" He spoke against the other boy's lips, wondering if Bryan ever asked for Asher's approval whenever they did things like this. He mentally shook thoughts of his arch enemy out of his mind, biting down softly on Asher's bottom lip. Fuck it. He was going to leave a mark somewhere, and he hoped Bryan saw it.
Asher pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath, looking up at Brad and then to his hand that was hesitating over the buckle of his jeans. Should they do this? He wanted to have sex but would it be a good idea? Brad did say he could handle it, but that was in regards to kisses, not this – not sex. But, oh, fuck it. Asher didn't care. He never cared. He wasn't a guy who dwelled on his own emotions, and he wasn't going to start now. “Yeah,” he nodded finally, kissing the expanse of Brad's neck. “'S sweet of you to ask,” Asher smiled, because he wasn't used to someone asking for permission to take off his clothes. It usually just happened.
Brad blushed, looking away to zip down the boys pants and loosen the button. He tugged it down passed his hips, down passed his ankles so he could throw it on the floor. He pulled his own shirt over his head, kissing at Asher's collarbone. Maybe he should leave the mark between Asher's thigh. Yeah, he liked that idea. He pulled Asher's cock from his underwear, and before he took him into his mouth, he got rid of the underwear to start making that mark he'd been thinking about. He started moving his hand up down, looking up at Asher so he could see his face when he gasped.
Asher shivered a bit once his legs were exposed; he always got cold unbelievably quickly and he was counting on the touches that were to come to earn him up. He shamelessly let his eyes rake over Brad's figure, reaching out to smooth his hands over his chest and then brush his thumb over his nipple. The last thing he was expecting, though, was for Brad to put a freaking hickey between his legs. “Holy shit,” he swore, fingers holding onto Brad's hair. He moaned rather loudly as he got jacked off, back arching the slightest bit. “Use – use your mouth,” he gritted out, eyes screwed shut.
"Okay." Brad replied softly, wetting his lips before taking Asher into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, closing his eyes to stop himself from looking up at the other boy. After a while, he kissed a mark into the other thigh. There, take that Bryan. Continuing to stroke Asher's length in his hand, Brad kissed his way up to the younger male's lips. He was breathing pretty heavily at this point, pulling away to get rid of his pants in a bit of a rush. He wasn't wearing underwear, and okay - maybe he was hoping for sex but going commando didn't exactly mean that he was planning for this. Maybe he just felt comfortable without any underwear today, at least he hoped that's what Asher would think. Completely naked now, he hovered over Asher again, kissing him deeply as he settled between his legs, rocking his hips so he could brush their lengths against each other repeatedly.
Asher did his best to keep his moans at a reasonable level as Brad sucked him off. “S-still as good as I remember.” He gasped when he felt him leave a mark, and then he remembered the other mark he was recently given. It was kind of inevitable that he and Bryan we're going to have sex again soon, maybe after he got back to their dorm since he's been gone a while and Bryan seemed to suffer from butt withdrawals, and he wondered how the other would react to seeing hickeys on Asher's body that weren't placed by him. While Brad got his pants off, Asher took his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room. He let Brad kiss him, realizing that he's been kissing a lot of guys during sex lately and that was usually a no-no for him. Hm. At least most of the time he never initiated it. He wrapped his legs around Brad's waist again, matching the movement of his hips with his own. In the background, he heard Katniss freaking out and then the some few explosions, and Asher couldn't help but giggle into Brad's mouth, “this is the most intense background noise I've ever listened to while having sex.” On cue, the sound of the canon announcing that someone had died sounded. Asher let Brad kiss him and grind against for a little while longer before asking, “is – is this how you're gonna' get me to cum? Or – or are you actually gonna' fuck me?”
Did that mean that he thought about it? Saying that it was still as good as he remembered, Brad sucking him off. He groaned into the boys mouth as Asher rocked his hips upwards against his, and he couldn't help but laugh at Asher's comment about the background noise. "First time for everything, I guess." Then they were kissing again, and Brad wondered what had changed Asher's mind about the whole kissing during sex thing. Was it Bryan? "Whatever you want me to do."
Asher couldn't help but smile at hearing Brad laugh. This was his friend and he always wanted him to be happy. It was an added bonus for him when the key to making Brad happy was having sex with him. Asher moved his slightly puffy lips away from Brad's mouth to his neck, kissing at the skin before biting softly, sucking on the newly formed mark. Then he moved his lips to his earlobe, sucking on the small flesh of skin and then saying sensually, “I want you to fuck me.”
Well then. Brad wasn't expecting Asher to want to put any marks on his skin, and he didn't know how he felt about that. Sure he left marks on Asher, but he knew why he had done it, he didn't know why Asher would want to do the same in return. "Okay." He bit his bottom lip, licking his lips before kissing the other boy's lips again. "Wait I don't- I don't think I have any- gimmie a minute." Brad pushed himself off the bed and walked to a drawer, rummaging through his drawer before he pouted his lips and closed it. He opened another drawer, and found what he was looking for. "Viola." He walked back over to the bed, placing the condom on the bed beside Asher. "Before I- I want to try something." He wet his lips again, settling between the boy's legs. He hoped he wasn't blushing, and he moved down Asher's body, his lips softly brushing over his skin until he got to his cock. He wrapped his hand around, kissing along the side before he got to where he was planning to go. He spread the boy's cheeks apart lightly, pushing his tongue into Asher's entrance. Yeah. He was going to like doing this.
Asher watched Brad as he looked for what he assumed to be a condom, making a mental note to talk to him and Bryan about being clean and all that so they could ditch the condoms. He hated condoms. That's why he had a kid. Before Asher could ask what Brad wanted to try, the blond was already moving, and he simply laid back and enjoyed the kisses to his body. But then his asscheeks were being spread and there was something wet going into him and – oh. “O-oh.” Honestly, he couldn't remember the last time someone ate him out – probably a month or two ago. Regardless, he missed it and there he was, having the glorious feeling return. “Oh, that – feels amazing, fuck,” Asher swore, eyes shut and lips parted as his fingers grabbed at the bedsheets. It was a random thought, but he wondered what he tasted like. He's been told he tasted sweet on many occasions, though. Hesitantly, Asher pushed his hips down deeper, getting more of Brad's tongue and fuck, he was in heaven.
Brad didn't know if Asher would be into rimming or not. But from the sounds that left his lips and the way he was pushing his hips down, he figured he was quite enjoying himself. Brad just kept fucking Asher with his tongue, moving his hand up and down as he slightly tightened it around the boy's length. Brad had no idea what he was doing if anyone asked him, honestly. But he'd watched enough porn to at least try to do something - good. After a while, Brad moved his lips to Asher's length, taking him into his mouth as he pushed a finger into his entrance.
Asher was going to come if Brad didn't speed things up. He was being practically blasted with relentless waves of pleasure, and he wanted to be fucked. “F-forget prep,” he said, tugging on Brad's hair as a moan broke through him. He was pretty stretched out already from the last time he had sex and Brad's tongue opened him too, so he was ready. “Just f-fuck me now.” Asher knew Brad wasn't a Bryan, and he was happy when he realized that he wouldn't have to beg; he could be a power bottom again.
Brad looked up at Asher, lips pursing as he moved up to hover over him. "All right, if you're sure." Brad looked momentarily hesitant, but Asher knew his own body better than anyone else, especially someone who'd had sex with him what? About six times? And only two of those times were actually sober. Well, this would make it the second time. Brad reached for the condom, although he was clean (he always checked), he didn't know about Bryan, and he didn't know if Bryan and Asher were being safe or not, but he'd rather not getting a sexually transmitted disease because the person he was sleeping with, happened to be sleeping with the school's bus route. Everybody seemed to be riding him. He ripped it open with his fingers, cursing softly when the damned thing fell out of the packet and landed on the bed after he'd tried catching it and it just fell out of his hand. He blushed, mumbling an apology before he was rolling the condom down his length. He wasn't sure if Asher wanted to be kissed after being eaten out, and so what - Asher didn't like to be kissed during sex anyway. He guided his length into the younger boy's entrance, sucking in a breath as he kept going.
Asher watched Brad deal with the condom, giggling when he dropped it, and not in a way to ridicule him but because Brad was an actual puppy. He willed his body to relax as Brad pushed in, wincing a bit at the stretch. Yeah, he could've gotten fingered a bit more the make the stretch more tolerable but he was needy, alright? Asher whimpered when Brad bottomed out, holding onto the older male's shoulders for leverage. “Move,” he commanded, looking up at Brad hovering over him.
Brad wondered if Asher was this demanding in bed with Bryan, and if Bryan gave him his way. The curly haired boy did not look like the type who liked being told what to do, in bed or otherwise. "As you wish." He started moving, slowly at first. When he noticed Asher moving his lips, which he would have guessed was a demand for him to move faster, he did so before the other boy could get the chance to tell him. He cursed under his breath a few times, lips parting held on to the boy's hips.
Why was he having sex with Brad. It was a late question but they were supposed to be just friends. Not friends with benefits and definitely not boyfriends – just friends yet there they were, having sex. Not that Asher was complaining or anything. He gasped when the pace changed, and he wrapped his legs around Brad's waist, “I – was gonna' ask you if you had people r-rooming next to you b-but I appreciate you moving faster,” he panted, desperate for Brad's cock to find his prostate and nail it repeatedly.
Brad blushed again, mentally kicking himself for letting Asher have such an effect on him. "Oh." Wetting his lips, Brad kept the pace but rocked his hips forward harder. At the rate he was going, he wasn't going to last very long, which was fine since this wasn't supposed to be a thing where he'd want to take his time and savor it anyway. "I- yeah. I think there's- there's like one person. I dunno."
“Let's see how long it – it takes for them to get fed up with the noise,” Asher giggled, starting to move his hips in tune with Brad's. He groaned at the intensity of the other's thrusts, breaths coming out more ragged. The sound of skin and skin and moaning was all he could hear, and the taps to the wall told him that the bed was moving with them. “F-fuck,” he swore with volume when his bundle of nerves was prodded at. “Just – can you, l-like. Angle yourself a b- yeah, right there.” Prostate being hit with every thrust, Asher was turning into jelly. He couldn't help but moan the other's name, tangling his fingers into his hair.
Damn it, how many times did Asher plan on getting Brad to blush today? Brad couldn't stop staring at Asher, and he settled for kissing him so he could have a reason to shut his eyes. He wrapped his hand around the boy's length again, stroking him in earnest in an attempt to get him to come. He'd follow right after, then he'd fall asleep - like he did most of the time he had sex he enjoyed - and he wouldn't have to think about being with Asher anymore.
The combination of strokes on his dick and thrusts to his prostate was enough to get Asher to come moments later. He moaned loudly as he made a mess of he and Brad's stomachs, nails digging into the blond's shoulder as he went through his orgasm. He heard the sound of a door closing, and couldn't help but smile, mischief shimmering in his eyes. That didn't take long. Exhausted, he could feel himself slowly losing strength, and Asher let Brad fuck him as he pleased while he remembered how to breath at a normal rate.
It didn't take long for Brad to follow suit. He'd probably orgasm just watching Asher get off. "Oh, fuck." He gasped loudly, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip as he felt his orgasm throughout his entire body. He fell on top of Asher - again - apologizing softly before he rolled off of him, carefully pulling out. He got rid of the condom, moving closer to Asher to wrap his arm around his waist. "M' exhausted." He sighed softly, his eyes closing as he felt himself falling asleep. "Stay for a while. Don't - don't leave me just yet." Brad snored when he slept, but not a loud, annoying train noise that would probably piss off the person you were in bed. His snoring was as quiet as a cats purr, and he was out like a light within minutes.
Asher was ready to reach for his clothes and just find some way to regain his energy when Brad wrapped an arm around his waist. What was he doing? He frowned, about to say that maybe he should let go of him when Brad appeared to be asleep. Great. Just great. He sighed, stuck with his sticky, sweaty body pressed up against Brad's sticky, sweaty body. He wanted to clean himself up and he wanted to turn off the TV because the title screen kept playing and if he had to listen to it one more time he was going to scream, but he was stuck. Asher stayed put for a good two minutes before slowly wedding himself out of Brad's grip. He cleaned himself up and then put on his clothes, searching the room for a pen and something to write on. He left Brad (in his opinion) a cute little note with a tiny drawing of a cupcake on it and placed it by him. With that, Asher left, whistling softly as he walked down the hallway.
Summary: Asher shows up to Brad’s car to celebrate his coming out, Asher gets a little tipsy and unknowingly tortures Brad, they kiss for a bit and then fall asleep all bundled up.
Sidenote: None.
Asher finding out that Brad was out of the closet was the last thing he ever expected to happen, much less the whole thing happening over Twitter. Regardless, he was so happy for the other, knowing how awful it was being in the closet, and had initially wanted to celebrate with him but found out Brad was sleeping in his car. So being the fucking good friend he was, Asher, clad in his pajamas, drove to the store anyways, picking out two rainbow cupcakes, a pack of beer, and some balloons that said 'Happy Birthday' (they didn't have any 'Happy Coming Out!' balloons). Asher parked his car and then walked the expanse of the parking lot, purchased items plus his iPad in hand, until he spotted Brad's car. He probably looked ridiculous in his oversized hoodie he stole from Daniel and sweatpants and Batman slippers with his hair being messily tousled in the wind, a Mickey Mouse blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, but he didn't care. This was Brad's special day. Asher knocked on the door, bouncing on his toes as he waited for the other to open the door.
Brad wasn't expecting Asher to fucking show up in his pajamas with his iPad and a blanket. And fucking balloons. And what the hell did he have in those bags? Jesus. Brad sighed softly, closing his eyes a moment. Asher was only doing this to be nice to him. He didn't like Brad back, and Brad had to accept that. He opened the car door, pursing his lips before he spoke. "Hi." He bit his lip and continued. "I didn't think you'd uh- come." How was this going to work anyway? "Are you sure you want to stay in here? We could- go out or something." There was more space anywhere but here. They'd probably be touching each other, and while Asher would be normal about the whole thing, Brad would be losing his mind.
Asher scoffed, looking up at Brad. “Today's a legendary day, of course I'd come.” He'd hug Brad if not for the items in his arms. Asher shivered as a another gust of wind blew through the air, and he wished Brad would just let him into the car to talk instead of doing it in the chilly England weather. “Bradley, it's like, nearly ten. There's not much we can do. Besides, I brought cupcakes and beer and we are not letting those go to waste.” Asher made sure his grip on the items were tight before releasing one arm to hand Brad the balloons. “These are for you. They didn't have any balloons relating to coming out so these'll do.” He flashed him a smile, hoping the other wasn't upset with him. Sure, he had a crush on him, but still. Asher's seen the way Brad sometimes talked to other people and he wondered if they'd ever get to that point. He hoped they wouldn't.
Brad "Why do you call me, Bradley? No one calls me Bradley. I don't even think anyone else knows my name is Bradley." He pouted, taking the balloons. He put them in the corner of the floor in front of the passenger seat. "Thank you. My birthday wasn't that far ago, so- I guess they're all right." He smiled shyly, his eyes back on Asher again. "Um- we have to go in the backseat. There's more space. It- it's where I sleep, so-" Brad got out of the car to open the door to the backseat, he got in and left the door open so Asher could join him. He couldn't believe the boy brought beer. The last few times Asher was with Brad and they drank, Asher seemed to be a bit of a lightweight. "Make yourself comfortable."
Asher's eyes widened momentarily. “Your real name's Bradley?” He had no idea, honestly, he just thought it was a cute nickname. “I just – I dunno'. Maybe I have some name-related power or summat,” he shrugged, following Brad into the backseat and then closing the door. Wow, how could anyone sleep in here? It was so suffocating, honestly. “At least you don't have to worry about roommates anymore,” Asher said, getting his iPad and turning it on, propping it up on the center console. He then opened the box of cupcakes, handing Brad one followed by a beer. Finally, he got the blanket and spread it over them, pleased with himself. Asher took a bite of the cupcake, thumbing the rainbow icing off the sides of his mouth. “How does it feel to be out now?”
"I thought you knew that." Brad blinked. "So you were just- never mind." Then again, he never introduced himself as Bradley to anyone, just Brad. It was weird having Asher calling him by his given name. Only his parents called him that. But Asher made it just a tad bit sweeter to hear. "I guess but- a bed would be really nice. I wouldn't mind the annoying roommates if I could have a nice bed to sleep on." Brad took the cupcake and the beer, taking a long sip after he'd opened it. "It feels- I don't know. I feel- like a weight's been lifted. I'm nervous but- I still feel like me." He bit into the cupcake, glancing over at Asher. "Thank you, by the way. For coming over."
Bradley Evans. Hm, it had a nice ring to it. It sounded very posh, as well. Too bad he was sleeping in a car. Asher reached over to type his passcode into his iPad once it came on, admitting, “I would let you sleep in my dorm, but you know the situation.” How awkward would it be for Asher, Brad, and Bryan to all be in one room. Ugh, he hoped it never happened ever. “Who else are you friends with? They might be willing to let you crash in their dorm.” Asher sometimes felt so protective over Brad, it was weird. But Brad never seemed to be truly happy and no one deserves that, so. He couldn't help but smile when the other talked about being out, wishing he had champagne. “You'll come to love it. Guys are a wonderful thing, and being able to publicly express and not feel so... restrained anymore is even more wonderful.” Asher opened up the Netflix app, letting it load before reaching for his beer can and cracking it open. “Oh, no problem, pal. Now pick a show to watch.”
Brad frowned, and he hoped Asher didn't notice. "Right." He cleared his throat softly, wondering if Bryan and Asher really weren't going out with each other. He saw them at the rink the other night, and he didn't think he wanted Asher to know that. He wasn't stalking him, he just happened to be there. They seemed like two people who really liked each other, and Brad didn't want to feel jealous, but he did and he still was. "Um, maybe Haleigh. Or Miran. David would probably let me stay in his apartment but- I dunno. I guess I could talk to him." He bit into the cupcakes again, licking his fingers clean before he had another drink of beer. "Um- we could watch- uh- how to get away with murder?"
“'Apartment',” he giggled, glancing over at the blond sitting next to him. “You're such an American. But anyways, I don't know who any of those people are, but hey, one of them's bound to let you stay with 'em.” Ugh, he was such a mom to Brad, honestly. Asher finished his first beer, reaching for a second and cracking it open. He'd heard about the show, had watched the Emmy's where that one woman made history, but knew nothing about it. “Is it scary?” He asked, lips around the drink as he sipped at it. “I mean, it'd be fitting and all 'cause it's Halloween, but still. Just wondering.” Asher hated all things scary, honestly, which was the main reason why he avoided Halloween. Thankfully, Phoebe was too young to grasp the idea of trick-or-treating, so he didn't have to worry about that. As if he'd have her eat candy from some stranger.
Brad pouted at Asher's amusement at his choice of words. "No. It's not. It's a little intense, has some drama in it but no- not scary." He chuckled softly, reaching for a second beer after his ended. God, he hoped he didn't get drunk and end up doing or saying something stupid. "Got anymore cupcakes?" Brad reached for the bag, taking one anyway before Asher could even answer. Maybe Brad could get Asher to say something about going out with Bryan without him being obvious. "So- what did you get up to this week?"
American accents were nice, he noticed. Sometimes he didn't recognize words Brad said but used context clues to figure it out. “Good. I don't think you'd like the sound of me screaming,” he mumbled, quickly tacking on, “like a little girl.” because wow, did that first sentence sound suggestive. Although he really wasn't a screamer, during sex. He was loud, though, but didn't scream. “Y-” He watched, humored, as Brad got the cupcakes out anyways. “I'm glad you like them, though.” He noticed a bit of icing on the corner of Brad's mouth and gathered it up with his thumb, playing that same finger into his mouth. Friends did that. “Um,” he stalled, thinking about his week. He had sex with three guys and then went ice skating with Bryan. “Nothing much,” he settled on saying with a shrug. “You?”
Brad stilled at Asher's comment, his eyes widening slightly. He had stopped chewing, and he was grateful he didn't choke. Hopefully Asher didn't see his reaction before he had tacked on that little bit at the end because honestly Brad would honestly enjoy the sound of Asher screaming- and moaning. "Um- yeah. They're pretty good, and besides - I haven't had any pastry in a while." Okay. Wow. Brad watched Asher clean the icing from the corner of his mouth, and watched him put that same thumb between his own lips to clean it off. Fucking hell. Brad just stared at him a good few seconds before looking away. Ugh. This was going to be torture. "Nothing much either." Brad kept it short. He didn't feel like talking at the moment. He needed a few more seconds to get his bearings back. He was in a confide space with the person who had him waking up with fucking hard ons some mornings and the dreams were even more annoying than waking up like that. They were far too vivid, and Brad wished he hadn't agreed to hanging out. He didn't know it would drive him this crazy. "I uh- yeah, didn't do much."
Asher would've commented but the show had started, so he leaned back in the seat, hugging the soft blanket closer around him. Honestly, the show wasn't that interesting to him, so he just drank through it. By the time the episode reached its halfway point, the teenager had consumed five beers. He wasn't totally drunk, but he was definitely not sober. He hiccuped after finishing his fifth beer, eyesight a bit blurry as he tried focusing on the show. “You know, 's isn't how I thought I'd be spending m' Halloween. I mean, I don't celebrate it, but. 'M in a car eating, like, gay cupcakes and drinking beer and watching Netflix with you. 'S not bad, or anything. You're fun.” He patted Brad's cheek lightly, pulling his hand away and sighing.
Brad had already watched the entire season of How To Get Away With Murder, but he would still be completely consumed because of how interesting he found the show. He was at his fourth beer now, and he giggled softly at Asher's comment. "Halloween is fun. I would have gone to one of those parties probably but-" he shrugged, "I wasn't that- interested at the time to buy a costume." He watched Asher as he held out his hand and touched him again, and Brad wondered why the universe wanted to hurt him tonight. "Ash.." He spoke softly, glancing away from the other boy. "You really need to stop touching me." He spoke softly, hoping Asher wouldn't get too upset or anything.
“Everything's sexualized anyways,” he slurred, reaching for the remaining beer. He had a little bit of trouble opening it at first but eventually managed to crack it open, taking a long sip. “Hm?” Asher turned his head to look at Brad when his name was called, pursing his lips when Brad told him not to touch him. “I'd think you'd want the opposite,” he told him, following with, “but okay. I won't. Don' worry, though. I don't have cooties or an'thing, 'f that's what you were stressing about.”
"Mostly for the women though. With the costumes they make, they might as well let them go out naked." He shook his head, biting into his cupcake. He used a napkin to clean his mouth, although he probably would have preferred if Asher did it himself again. Now, Brad didn't know if Asher was already drunk enough to talk crazy, but what he said didn't make much sense to him. "I- I do want the opposite, which is why you need to stop. I don't- I mean - I'm having a hard time as it easy being the close to you in here already." He frowned, watching the credits go up the tiny screen when the episode ended. He didn't think it would be a good idea to speak again, so he just kept his eyes on the screen and waited for the next episode to start.
“Being naked is fun.” Honestly, at this point, he didn't know what he was saying. He was terrible at holding his liquor; he was surprised he had drank so much considering what happened to Phoebe's mom. Stupid Brad. “Y'know, 's cute that you have a crush on me. You're a cute li'l muffin,” he smiled, pearly whites on display. “If I liked you then I would definitely have a crush on y'. Does that make sense?” He shrugged as answer to his own question, eyes briefly flickering to Brad's lips before going back to his eyes. “But until I get a crush on you, you're m' friend. You do consider us friends, yeah? Even though sometimes I'm mean to you, or, like, annoyin'? Did you find this annoying? The whole cupcakes 'n beer thing?”
What was he doing? God, was he that drunk already? Frowning, Brad shifted uncomfortably before he had a long sip of wine, emptying the bottle. "It is not cute, it's pathetic." He spoke quietly under his breath, blinking at Asher's next statement. So Asher didn't like him? Obviously not in the way Brad did, but at least as a friend? Maybe Asher was just talking all jumbled up. Brad blinked a few times more when Asher glanced at his lip, shifting again to look at the iPad. "No, I don't think it's annoying. I think its um- nice. I mean- no one's every done something like this for me, even though it's uh- kind of- not that big of a thing."
“Pathetic?” Asher didn't know why Brad would think his crush on him was pathetic, but at the same time, he also didn't know how to count higher than forty, so. His eyes lit up to a lighter hue of blue when Brad confirmed that he appreciated Asher's actions. He clapped his hands excitedly, shifting so he was facing him better. “It's so weird, 'cause, like. 'M so protective of you. It's wack. Not, like, protective-protective, but as in I wanna' make sure you're happy. Everyone deserves to be happy and I want you to be happy and it makes me happy when you're happy because of me. I'd bring you gay cupcakes ev'ryday if it meant that you'd be happy.”
Brad groaned out loud in his head, shoving more of the cupcake into his mouth. He drank some more beer, cleaning his face with his napkin. He stilled when Asher shifted to face him better, and he honestly wanted to toss the boy out the car window. "It-" Brad was about to say that it wasn't that big of a deal, honestly. He really appreciated Asher wanting him to be happy, but it was very confusing and almost frustrating, and he wondered if Bryan knew where Asher was, and who he was with. It would probably bother him. But Asher said they weren't even dating so- Brad could feel the clock practically ticking against his ear, and he just couldn't take it anymore. He emptied the beer bottle, putting it in the plastic bag with the other empty ones. He finished the cupcake, cleaned his hand and his mouth and just went for it. He put his hand behind the other boy's neck and pulled him closer as he kissed him.
Asher was wondering if he struck a nerve, if maybe Brad didn't want him to look out for him, and he was parting his lips to say an apology when – oh, he was being kissed. He didn't kiss back immediately, mind filled with emotions everywhere. Honestly, he didn't like Brad. He didn't have any romantic feelings for him, for anyone at Austen's, but he was an affection whore. He craved affection and he'd accept it from anyone, so getting kissed by someone he didn't like didn't bother him, and he didn't think of it as a bad thing when he shut his eyes and kissed Brad back. If anything, he could use his drunk-self as an excuse, but then again, no one was watching them. Besides, Brad knew how he felt. Asher reveled in how soft the older male's lips were against his own, how sweet they tasted because of the icing.
Brad was about to pull away and apologize a thousand times when Asher didn't kiss him back. But then Asher was returning his actions and he still felt the need to apologize for being such an idiot. Brad kissed him back with a little more passion this time, moving his hand from the back of the boy's neck to rest it against his hip. Making out in the backseat of a car was not that comfortable at all, how the hell did people even have sex in them. In all honesty, Brad would have pretty much preferred if his mouth was on some other part of Asher's anatomy, but he didn't feel as courageous as he did when he was in the locker room, and he chalked that up to pure adrenaline.
Asher moved so that he was straddling Brad's hips. He didn't do it in hopes of it leading to sex or anything, but his neck was kind of in pain from the angle they were kissing in and he needed relief. His hands moved to frame either side of Brad's face, fingertips grazing over his hair. “You taste like cupcakes,” he giggled against his mouth, hearing the sound of rain starting to fall against the windows as the weather shifted from chilly to wet.
Brad groaned when Asher straddled his hips, half in annoyance and half in arousal. Brad didn't know where the heck the rain come from, but it didn't make being in this car with Asher any easier for him, especially since he wouldn't be able to leave if this went south. Brad bit a soft mark into Asher's neck when he dragged his lips down passed his lips, reaching his hand under the other boy's shirt.
Asher was content with just making out with Brad, and feeling his hands go under his shirt was a no-no. They were just friends. Not friends with benefits, and certainly not boyfriends, and they weren't strangers, either. They were friends and Brad liked him and he wasn't going to lead him on like that when he actually gave to shits about how he felt. So he pulled back from the kiss, breaths a bit heavy from the lack of air. “What – what're you doing?” He asked, his eyes moving to Brad's hand and then back to his face.
"I-" Brad felt like a deer caught in headlights, and he was completely still for a moment before he said anything else. "Nothing, sorry." He shifted and lifted Asher from his lap, trying not to suffocate in the stupid car. He reached for a beer, opening it to down the entire thing. "Sorry. I shouldn't have- done that." He cleared his through, reaching his hand forward to wake up the iPad that had long since gone to sleep since they'd never bothered to click yes for the next episode to show.
Asher was momentarily awed at how easy it was for Brad to lift him, and it hit him that the guy he just kissed for, like, seven minutes was five years older than him. “Why're you apologizing?” He asked, reaching for the blanket and wrapping it around himself before scooting closer to Brad, resting his head against the other's shoulder. “You should only apologize if you were bad, an' you weren't. It was nice, you taste like cupcakes. I jus' don't wanna' have sex with you 'cause we're friends, 's all.” The lad shrugged, the rain outside creating a soothing sound.
"Because I- I don't know. I just felt like I needed to, I guess." He shrugged, surprised Asher had moved close to him anyway. "Right." He sighed. He really needed to get over Asher if he wanted to stay friends with him. "All right." He bit down on his bottom lip, suddenly feeling awkward and a little out of place. He knew Asher wasn't going to leave, it's not like he could anyway. He would just have to relax and let this feeling of slight disappointment pass.
Asher really hated whatever they were watching. It was boring and he didn't know what was happening and being tipsy didn't make anything better. He sighed, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. The rain was a lullaby to him, hitting the car in a way that had him yawning. That, plus the show's lack of interesting-ness made him tired. The fuzzy blanket he had cocooned around him didn't help either. Asher snuggles closer to Brad, his eyes slowly failing to stay open, and in a matter of moments, he was asleep.
Brad glanced down at Asher after the boy had gone silent, surprise to see he was asleep. "Oh." He shifted just the slightest bit, winding the windows down a little so enough air could come in to the car. He sighed, pushing Asher's hair out of his face to kiss his forehead. "What are you doing to me." He reached for his own blanket, tossing it over himself so he wouldn't have to hog all the covers. He turned the iPad off, staring up at the roof of his car until he dozed off eventually.
Everything had been so stressful this week, so when Sean sent him a text saying he was free Parker was ecstatic. He was looking forward to just spending the day with a friend, on the boat without having to deal with any of the stress his family or other friends were causing. Just a guys day, with a few beers and just going out and chilling around. Lazing about, he had planned to do fishing but Sean had warned him he got fairly angry, and doesn't have the best patience. So he just decided to bring some speakers, his phone, some food and some beers.
He packed a few crates of beers in a cooler, and got some bbq food in another one. Making sure he had some sun cream, and some towels before jumping into his car and driving towards the others house.He would then drive to the harbor, and set everything up. He was glad that his grandfather had trusted him with the boat, but then both of him had been sucking up to him the last week after what had happened. As he parked into the others drive, he sent Sean a text, and waited while he continued to listen to the radio in the car.
