Behind The Limelight 30: Pillow Wars

“The floor looks very comfortable, you know, maybe you should sleep on it,” Ashton mumbled, placing a pillow in the middle of the bed to create a boundary between him and Ryker.

“You’re trying to kick me out of my own bed?” Ryker asked in disbelief.

Ashton simply shrugged in response as he laid down. Ryker’s twin sized bed was definitely not big enough for two grown men. On top of that, Ashton was insisting on having a pillow between them. He sighed softly, getting comfortable under the covers.

Ryker watched the other actor with his eyebrows furrowed. There was pretty much no space for him on his own bed with Ashton hogging it. Ashton didn’t seem to care either, looking rather peaceful.

“You’re going to have to move,” Ryker stated. Ashton opened his eyes, looking at Ryker with a sly grin as instead of moving to the side, he moved more towards the center of the bed, leaving even lesser space for Ryker. “Seriously, Ash? Do you want me to lie down on top of you?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Ashton retorted.

“Is that so?” Ryker cocked a brow.

“What if you crush me and I die? You don’t want a murder charge, do you? You’re too pretty for jail,” Ashton said.

“Too pretty, huh?” Ryker smirked, stepping closer to his bed. “Besides, I’ve been on top of you plenty of times. Didn’t hear you complaining then.”

“That was different,” Ashton muttered, looking away.

The two hadn’t really done much, or anything for that matter since Ashton’s conversation with Tabitha. He tried to convince himself that Tabitha being suspicious didn’t scare him away, but deep down he knew that was the case.

Maybe he had been wrong in assuming that Tabitha wasn’t the most observant person out there. But if she could figure it out, then others could do. And that was a risk Ashton wasn’t willing to take.

There was nobody in the room with them now, though. They were safe behind the walls of Ryker’s childhood home. And Ryker’s comment of being on top of him instantly brought back flashbacks of the times that he was referring to. Ashton shifted uncomfortably, he knew his dick wasn’t as flaccid as it was merely moments ago.

“Different how?” Ryker asked, keeping his knee on top of his bed as he inched closer to Ashton, making him gulp as he submerged further into the cozy blankets.

“Come near me again and I’ll knee you in the balls,” Ashton said. It was a lie. He knew it. Ashton was well aware that if Ryker got close to him then he would give in immediately. But Ryker didn’t know that, and Ashton would rather keep it that way.

“Fine,” Ryker nodded, his expression switched from a teasing grin to a sincere one so quickly that Ashton almost got whiplash. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Ashton couldn’t control the corner of his lips moving downwards in a frown. That’s what he wanted. So why was he sad about it? These contradictory feelings were going to be the death of him, Ashton was sure.

Ryker’s stoic look didn’t change as he walked towards the side of the bed, where Ashton was, and raised his arm forward to grab the pillow that Ashton was holding on to for dear life.

“Hey!” Ashton exclaimed in protest as Ryker tried to take it. Ashton pulled back, not ready to give it up.

“You’re already hogging my bed and you can’t even give me a goddamn pillow?” Ryker questioned as he attempted to grab it again, only for Ashton to hold onto it tighter.

“Find another one!”

“But it’s mine!”

“I don’t care!”

The tug of war led to Ryker climbing on the bed, a momentary second of advantage made Ashton hold the pillow behind his back as he got up on the bed on his knees. Ryker extended his arms, trying to steal it but Ashton’s grasp was tight. Before they knew it, in the midst of their little game, Ashton climbed on top of Ryker.

Ashton straddled Ryker’s hips, his hands holding Ryker’s above his head as the two attempted to wrestle. Both of them paused in an instant as they grew aware of the compromising position that they were in.

Ashton was sporting a boner now, and upon adjusting just a little and glancing down, he could tell that he wasn’t the only one. The pillow was long forgotten by now.

For once in his life, Ashton could read Ryker’s face as clear as day. His hooded eyes, the soft panting, his breath heavy and irregular, the way that his gaze was fixed on Ashton, it was as if he was begging Ashton to make a move. To come closer.

Ashton wondered how he looked at that moment. Was his face screaming the same thing that Ryker’s was? That couldn’t be possible, could it? He didn’t want Ryker. No, he didn’t. He obviously was going insane, because why else would he lean down and press his lips against the other man’s?

Ashton let go of Ryker’s wrists, kissing him deeply as both their hands eagerly roamed the other’s body. Ryker palmed Ashton’s ass, slowly grinding his hips from underneath them. Ashton took advantage of his position, grounding his erection into Ryker’s. The friction was enough to drive him crazy. But he wanted more. He needed more.

Ashton pulled away, creating enough distance between them to take his shirt off. He helped Ryker do the same, before connecting their lips once again. The hunger Ashton felt made his tiredness vanish. All he could think about was Ryker, and how fucking good it felt to kiss and to touch him. 

Ashton hadn’t done this before, with Ryker that is. He hadn’t taken charge. He couldn’t tell whether it felt better to be on top of him or underneath him, but regardless, he could get used to both and enjoy them equally.

Ryker was pulling at the waistband of Ashton’s sweatpants, as if indicating him to remove them. Ashton obliged, and Ryker took that opportunity to get naked too. Ashton was on top of Ryker once again, their bare erections pressed together, their bodies intertwined so close that it felt like they were one.

Ashton kissed Ryker’s jaw. His teeth scraped Ryker’s neck and shoulder. Ryker pulled Ashton’s hair back, sucking on his exposed throats. Both of them were going to leave marks on the other, and neither cared.

Ryker’s hands were playing with Ashton’s ass, gripping the soft flesh and occasionally slapping it to illicit a deep throated moan from Ashton that got lost in their kisses. Ryker’s finger inched closer and closer to the spot he had his eyes on for a while, and as if encouraging him to explore deeper, Ashton pushed his ass back into Ryker’s hands.

Ryker brought his finger to Ashton’s lips, and Ashton took it in his mouth without question. The two stared into each other’s eyes as Ashton sucked on Ryker’s finger, and Ryker could swear that it was the most erotic sight he had ever seen in his entire life.

Once it was wet enough, Ryker’s finger found its way back to Ashton’s hole, rubbing around it gently.

They didn’t know how long they continued doing this. Kissing and grinding their dicks together as Ryker played with Ashton’s hole. He didn’t yet go in, only prodding and rubbing around it. There were precautions to be taken in this regard, so he limited his approach.

Ashton snaked a hand between their pelvises, grabbing both of their dicks as he jerked them off together. He never knew it could feel this good.

He was close.

And he was lost, so fucking lost that he had forgotten that he wasn’t at his own home or that of Ryker’s. Ashton jumped from on top of Ryker, startled as somebody knocked on the door rather loudly.

“Ryker! You left your phone downstairs, somebody’s calling you,” yelled Abi. Ashton could hear the faint ring of Ryker’s ringtone, indicating that his phone was in Abi’s hands.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ashton muttered, getting out of the bed to grab his clothes. Ryker did the same, though he didn’t look anywhere near as panicked as Ashton.

Ashton only wore his shirt and briefs, kicked his sweatpants under the bed and got inside the bed to hide himself under the blanket and pretend as if he was asleep.

Ryker got dressed casually, only speeding up with a sigh when his sister screamed out his name again. Ryker walked to the door, unlocking it before opening it.

From the corner of his eye, Ashton saw Abi look Ryker up and down. His hair was disheveled and so were his clothes. Ashton’s heartbeat pounded, fuck, they were caught. Definitely.

“Oh shit, were you sleeping?” Abi asked with a soft frown on her face. Ashton breathed in relief. Of course, this is what any normal person would assume. Not that Ashton and Ryker would be getting it on.

“Yeah, something like that,” Ryker muttered, faking a yawn before grabbing his phone from Abi’s hands. “Thanks. Bye.”

Ryker shut the door to a very confused looking sister. He glanced at his phone, deciding that whoever was calling him was not important enough as he kept his mobile on the dresser. He pulled off his shirt flawlessly, walking towards Ashton in slow strides.

Instead of continuing what they had been up to, Ryker grabbed the pillow from a very puzzled Ashton. He threw an extra blanket on the floor, and laid down on the ground without a word. A few minutes of silence passed by, and all Ashton could do was stare at the ceiling until he finally opened his mouth.

“I still need my pillow,” Ashton said.

“It’s a package deal. I come with it,” Ryker replied.

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

“You can come on the bed.”

“I’d rather come on you. It’d be easier to clean that than wash the sheets,” Ryker retorted. Ashton’s cheeks flushed red, and he didn’t even need to look at Ryker to know the sly smirk that he would be sporting.

“You know what? Keep the pillow and stay on the fucking floor,” Ashton said with a huff, before whispering the last bit. “Asshole.”

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