WANNABES
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10.) Ashley, Joey, Nick ("Sucker" 72)
Nick interrupts Joey and Ashley's private time, take two.
“How many women have you been with?”
Joey laughed. “How many women have you been with?”
Ashley smiled, running his
fingers over the hair on Joey’s chest. “A few.”
“I’ve been with a few more.”
“Just a few more?” Ashley asked, with a knowing smile.
Joey kissed him. “I don’t keep track of numbers.” The hollow at the base of Ashley’s throat tasted good. He decided to find out what else tasted good; Ashley moaned, stretching under him.
“Sweetness!”
Ashley gasped.
“Shit.” Joey sighed against Ashley’s ribcage, pushing himself up. “I’m busy!” he yelled back.
“Doing what?” Nick appeared in the bedroom door; blushing furiously, Ashley scrambled for cover under the sheets. “Oh, hell. What’s he doing here?”
“I didn’t think you’d be home until later,” Joey said.
“Send him home.”
“Nick, Ashley’s my guest. I’m not just going to send him home because you feel like throwing your weight around.”
Nick looked pissed. “I can’t spend time with my boyfriend because this bitch is in our bed?”
“Ashley and I’ve had a great day together, and I’m not cutting it short just because you’re throwing a temper tantrum.”
“A temper tantrum?” Nick demanded. “A temper - - you want to see a temper tantrum? I’ll-”
“Damn it, don’t-”
“-show you a fucking temper tantrum!” The bedroom door slammed; Nick stormed down the hallway.
“He’s not going to do anything, is he?” Ashley asked, worried.
Crash!
“That motherfucking…” Joey was up and leaving the bed, grabbing a pair of pants. “Stay here.” The door slammed again.
Alone, Ashley listened to a few smashing sounds and raised voices. Furious with Nick and frustrated, he got up, pulling on his jeans and T-shirt. He’d never heard Nick and Joey yell at each other like this.
Maybe their relationship wasn’t as solid as Nick liked to pretend.
All of a sudden, it got quiet.
He waited, hitching up his jeans as they slid down his hips, wishing that he’d worn underwear.
It stayed quiet.
Curious, not sure whether the relative stillness was a good sign or a bad one, he opened the bedroom door.
Silence.
He hesitated, then slipped down the hallway. Hearing a thump, he stepped towards the kitchen, then peered inside.
They were on opposite sides of the kitchen table, making out, Nick crawling across the table to get to Joey. Joey groaned, reaching for Nick, dragging him closer.
They weren’t fighting anymore. Ashley was glad about that, for Joey’s sake, but damn it, if they could shout like that and then kiss like this, there was a passion between them that he had to combat.
Instead of climbing down from the table, Nick tugged at Joey, encouraging him up. Joey balked, kissing Nick with determination and lust but not joining him on the table. The way Joey’s tongue pushed into Nick’s mouth made Ashley sweat. Then, Joey panted, “I have to get back to Ashley.”
“I have to get back in your ass,” Nick said, kissing him deeply. “Send him home.”
Ashley bristled. “Why don’t you go home?”
“Pretty,” Joey said, sounding startled, stepping away from Nick and wiping his mouth.
“Angel, fuck off,” Nick said, getting down from the table.
“What the hell did you do in here?” Ashley looked around, for the first time really noticing the extent of the damage. “Is this what happens when you don’t get your way? You break shit?”
“Nick just likes attention,” Joey said. “Don’t worry about it.”
Don’t worry about it? How could Joey be attracted to someone this selfish and destructive?
“We,” Joey poked Nick in the chest, “will talk about this later.” Nick kissed him, and he turned to Ashley. “I’ll put some clothes on and we’ll go back to your place, pretty. Then we can say good-bye in private.”
Anything to get away from Nick. “That sounds great.”
Nick gave him a dirty look.
Ashley followed Joey from the kitchen. “Don’t wait up.”
“Thank you for spending today with me,” Joey said, embracing him.
“That’s what I was going to say,” Ashley said, wrapping his arms around Joey. God, that felt good. “I love being with you.”
“I’m sorry that we got interrupted.” Joey’s embrace tightened. “I’ll call you. We’ll make plans.”
Ashley already couldn’t wait to see Joey again. “I’d like that.” Joey kissed him, and his lips parted for it, his body growing warm as his hand stroked Joey’s beard. “I love you,” he whispered, not afraid, not ashamed. He loved Joey most, and he was the only one who put Joey first. He didn’t know why, but it was obvious that Nick’s main priority was Nick.
“I love you, too, pretty.”
Joey’s hands slid down to his ass, fingers dipping beneath his waistband to
stroke his cleft. A low, aroused moan. “God, you feel good.”
“Come upstairs with me.” The tantalizing caress, the rhythm of Joey’s kiss, Ashley’s hormones were spinning. He never got enough of Joey. He always wanted to be closer, closer, closer. Joey’s open, confident, masculine sexuality drew him in.
“Pretty, we just did that.” But Joey continued to kiss him, and Joey’s touch grew more bold. As Joey’s caress stroked farther and farther down, Ashley’s pants showed more and more skin, and his dick strained painfully against his fly.
When he ground against Joey, though, Joey’s dick didn’t seem as interested as usual. And Joey’s hand gave him one final squeeze before slipping away.
“I promise,” Joey kissed him, “next time.”
That wasn’t soon enough, but Ashley would have to wait. He kissed Joey again, and Joey groaned.
“Damn, pretty, you know how to make me want it.”
Joey sounded ready to fuck him on the nearest handy surface, and Ashley loved that. “If you want it,” he paused to kiss Joey, running his hand up Joey’s thigh, “then take it.”
“You’re killing me,” Joey protested, hand sliding back over his ass again. “Have mercy on me, pretty, say good night.”
“I don’t want to,” Ashley murmured, running his hands over Joey’s chest, wishing that Joey’s shirt weren’t in the way.
With a groan, Joey broke their kiss. “Pretty…”
Undeterred, Ashley kissed Joey’s cheek, nuzzling his beard. “If you stay, I’ll make you breakfast.”
Joey sounded tempted. “How well do you cook?”
He kissed Joey’s lips gently, stroking Joey’s beard. “I make a good omelet.”
A depressed sigh. “Nick would kill me.”
“But I,” Ashley kissed him, smiling, “would love you.”
Joey kissed him, then sighed, rubbing his back. “I want to stay, pretty, I do. But Nick - - maybe next time. Okay?”
Damn it. Damn it, why couldn’t
he ever win? Why couldn’t he just once get the victory? What did Nick have
that meant no matter what, Ashley would always be second best?
“Don’t be mad, pretty.” Joey kissed him. “Smile for me. Smile for Joey. I can’t leave when you’re mad at me, pretty.”
“I’m not mad at you.” He was
mad at Nick. “I had a great time today.”
“So did I.” Joey hugged him. “I’ll call you soon.”
“Okay.” He forced himself to let go. “Bye.”
Cupping his chin, Joey gave him another kiss, then left.
Nick had won.
Ashley refused to play Nick’s games, refused to stoop to Nick’s level, refused to pull petty stunts and throw petty tantrums and become self-absorbed and destructive and mean. That wasn’t who he was. And Joey deserved better.