Behind The Limelight 19: Slow And Soft

“I hate you—” Ashton pulled back slightly to breathe, “—so fucking much.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Ryker mumbled before connecting their lips once again.

Ashton didn’t seem to mind as he kissed back with equal vigor. His fingers were lost in Ryker’s hair, and Ryker’s hands were busy roaming Ashton’s upper body. They went from his waist to his chest before moving to his back. Ryker was touching very inch of the other man as if he was afraid he’d never get to do it again.

Ashton ran his fingers down Ryker’s back before digging his nails softly as Ryker kissed down Ashton’s jaw to his neck. Ryker’s hands travelled to the side of Ashton’s hips. Ryker pressed Ashton against the wall, both their erections that were covered by single layer of clothings rubbing together. Ashton’s own arousal surprised him as he let out a low moan.

Ashton had never been touched like this. He had never been kissed or held with such urgency and roughness. He felt Ryker’s hard-on against his groin, a sensation all too new for him. The way that Ryker was kissing and sucking on his neck and shoulder blade…sure, the bruise he had before wasn’t a hickey, but his skin was definitely going to be covered with them now.

One of Ashton’s hands moved down, grabbing Ryker’s ass, he kept the other at the back of his neck to pull Ryker away. Ryker looked at Ashton, a similar expression on both of their faces. It was crystal clear what they both wanted, and neither of them was strong enough to deny it.

Ryker placed one hand on top of Ashton’s dick, making the fellow actor inhale sharply. Ryker was looking at him carefully, as if examining his reaction. Ashton gave a small nod of approval. Ryker’s lips twitched in a smile as he palmed Ashton’s erection through his boxers.

Ashton was beginning to grow more and more impatient by the second. He blamed it all on the fact that he hadn’t gotten laid in quite a while. He was just horny and looking for a release. That was it. It was nothing more. Absolutely nothing.

“Is this okay?” Ryker asked softly, pressing a kiss below Ashton’s ear.

“Uh huh,” Ashton answered. “Just… You’re too slow.”

“Too slow?” Ryker raised a questioning brow, though Ashton couldn’t see it as he had closed his eyes.

“Too goddamn slow and soft,” Ashton replied.

“Oh yeah?” Ryker whispered, he paused for a brief moment before pulling down Ashton’s boxers rather roughly. He grabbed a hold of his bare dick, his grip not as gentle as earlier. If the loud moan that escaped Ashton’s lips were any indication, then he seemed to like it.

“Fuck…” Ashton rested his head back against the wall, Ryker was kissing up and down his throat to his chest before moving back up as he simultaneously jerked him off.

“For someone that hates me,” Ryker spoke, “you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit.”

“God, why do you always have to be such an asshole?” Ashton muttered.

“I’m not being an asshole right now,” Ryker said with a smirk. He released Ashton’s dick, making the actor finally open his eyes to look at the dark-haired man in confusion. His doe-eyed expression made Ryker’s heart almost skip a beat, but he maintained his tough exterior as he continued speaking. “But I can be.”

“You’re insufferable,” Ashton hissed. Ryker simply grinned. He was teasing Ashton. Torturing him. But two could play at a game, and Ashton had always been a competative man.

Ryker’s eyes widened in surprise as Ashton flipped them around, trapping him now instead. He pulled Ryker in for a kiss as his hand dipped below the waistband of the loose shorts that Ryker was wearing. Ryker moaned in Ashton’s mouth, the sound drowned out by the kiss.

It was Ashton’s first time holding a dick that wasn’t his own. He was clueless as to what to do, but he figured how hard could it be? He had one too. He knew what he liked. So he just had to do that. He teased Ryker’s tip with his thumb, rubbing around the soft head. He could tell that Ryker was beginning to get tense from the way his body was reacting.

Ashton rested his other hand on Ryker’s chest, slowly feeling his pecs and his abdomen. Ryker’s abs were a work of art, and Ashton couldn’t tell whether he was jealous or turned on by them. His fingers found Ryker’s nipples, and it seemed like they were a sensitive spot for the other man. His back arched involuntarily as Ashton played with them.

Ryker was holding onto Ashton’s ass, he tried to reach out to grab Ashton’s dick again but the man didn’t let him. It confused Ryker initially, until Ashton slid down Ryker’s shorts so that both of their erections were free.

It felt natural to Ashton to hold both of them and jerk them together. The friction was making him dizzy with pleasure, and he had to consciously make sure that his knees didn’t give out. Ryker’s hand overtook Ashton’s after a while, and Ashton was grateful for it.

He rested his forehead against Ryker’s, both of them were breathing heavily with occasional moans slipping out. Ashton was holding onto Ryker’s arm and waist so that he could keep himself standing up.

Ryker turned them around once again, his pace increasing as he connected their lips. The kiss was sloppy and messy but they were too delirious to care. The only thing they cared about was getting a release, and they were getting closer and closer to it.

“Holy fuck, I’m…” Ashton trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish his sentence for Ryker to know what he meant.

Ashton’s grip on Ryker’s arm became tighter, his head falling back as he came all over Ryker’s hand. Ryker didn’t stop, he kept going on until he followed Ashton. His hand and both their abdomens were soaked, but neither seemed to care as they tried to catch their breaths.

Ashton opened his eyes, only to find Ryker already looking at him. The same question was plaguing both of their minds at that moment…

What now?

“That wasn’t too bad,” Ashton muttered.

“Not too bad?” Ryker narrowed his eyes slightly at the comment.

“You know what I mean,” Ashton said with an eye roll.

“No, no I don’t,” Ryker retorted. “Enlighten me.”

“I need a shower.” Ashton changed the topic.

“We need a shower,” Ryker corrected.

“Lead us to your bathroom then,” Ashton replied.

~~~

If someone had told Ashton that he would be taking a shower together with Ryker, or that he’d be kissing him or be completely naked with him with their bodies rubbing against one another’s then…then he would direct them to a psychiatrist’s office.

Once they had cleaned up, after getting even dirtier in the shower, they finally got dressed and headed to Ryker’s kitchen. It seemed that the previous sexual tension had now been replaced by something even stronger.

Awkwardness.

Ashton didn’t know what to say or what to think. He didn’t even know where to look. Ryker was being uncharacteristically quiet too, adding to the uncomfortable air around them. As the realization of what had happened between them started to sink in, Ashton’s panic was also beginning to grow.

He had kissed Ryker.

He had kissed the man he despised more than anything. The man that had betrayed him more times that he could count. He had kissed him, and he liked it. What was even worse was that…he wanted to do it again. He hated himself for feeling this way, but it was true. He’d be lying if he tried to deny it. Though of course, there was no way in hell that he was going to let Ryker know what he was feeling. Not a chance.

“I’m starving,” Ashton finally broke the silence.

“I’ll make some grilled cheese, is that fine?” Ryker asked.

“I’m lactose intolerant,” Ashton muttered. “But sure. I don’t mind.”

“Since when are you lactose intolerant?”

“Things change, Ryker, we haven’t known each other for a long while now,” Ashton retorted.

“Right…” Ryker sighed. “So, uh, about what happened—”

“Let’s not,” Ashton cut him off. “Let’s not talk about that. There’s no point in discussing something that’s never going to happen again.”

“Is that what you want?” Ryker asked, turning around to face Ashton with a serious expression. “For it to never happen again?”

“Yeah,” Ashton gulped. He was lying. “It cannot happen again.”

“Okay.”

Ryker’s response shocked Ashton. Okay? Just an okay? It not only surprised him, but a part of Ashton couldn’t help feel a sense of disappointment too. As if he didn’t want Ryker to give in so easily. Ashton groaned internally, none of it made sense. Especially his own feelings.

He should have been glad that Ryker agreed with him so quickly. But there was a sinking feeling in his chest that he simply could not ignore.

“Okay,” Ashton repeated, his voice not holding the same strength anymore.

“Or maybe…” Ryker paused. Ashton looked up at him in instant, a flicker of hope on his face. “Or maybe we could just imply the never again rule from tomorrow?”

“From tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Ryker shrugged. “Let’s not care about it today while you’re still at my place and then…and then we’ll just go back to how things were tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Ashton pursed his lips, before nodding casually. “Sure.”

Ashton’s reply shocked himself more than it surprised Ryker. The taller male stared at Ashton intently, as if waiting for him to say something else, to curse him out or to just walk away. But Ashton didn’t do any of that as he remained seated on the counter stool, not meeting Ryker’s gaze.

Just for today, Ashton said to himself. Just for today he would keep aside his hatred for Ryker. Only because he was still horny, right? That was the reason.

“Okay,” Ryker was still looking both puzzled and astonished. “Okay. Yeah.”

“But we don’t talk about this tomorrow, clear? Whatever happens today…we both will forget about it. No mention of it to anyone. Not even each other,” Ashton stated as he finally looked at the other man.

Ryker frowned slightly. He did not reply immediately, it seemed like he was taking a moment to think about it all. Ashton waited, staring at Ryker as both the men fought inner battles with their own rationality.

“Deal.”

***

what do you think? will they manage to stay away from each other outside of Ryker’s apartment?