RE: xoxo, Trenton.

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Gasp. Pause. Smirk. Exactly what he wanted out of him. Trenton pressed himself just a little more against Asher’s hips. Just enough to feel the small change in firmness. Cue the smirk’s permanent residence. Not just because of the fact that Asher was already getting a tad turned on. But also because of the small amount of color upon his face. And the fact that he tried (albeit in vain) to avoid his eyes. Trenton felt his heart constrict in the twisted emotion of love and affection, and his stomach filled with butterflies. A ton of them. Maybe this. This right here, was love. True, one-hundred percent uncensored love. But don’t tell Trenton that. He might just faint. And now would NOT be the time for that.

It took Trent a moment to realize what Asher was doing. He watched as Asher’s hand grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled him down, their lips sealing together. Cue sharp intake of breath. Trenton pressed against Asher’s lips just a little bit more. His mind began to cloud. The taste of Asher had that effect on him. But he wasn’t complaining. His brain needed the taste of Asher to stay on his lips for as long as it could.

While he was too busy trying to clear up his mind, Trent didn’t notice Asher’s other hand tugging on his belt until a clumsy fumble-&-touch brushed against his crotch. Cue quiet groan. Trenton blindly reached down between them and hastily attempted to help in the removal of his pants.

When Asher pulled away, Trent couldn’t keep down the involuntary whine that was drawn from his throat. He grinned, though, hearing Asher’s breathing being a little labored already. Well… That was fast.

”I won’t giggle no more. I promise.”

Trenton smirked once more, pecking Asher’s lips quickly. “You’d better not,” he said quietly, in an almost threatening tone. Raising an eyebrow, he muttered, “Who knows what I’d do to you if you did.”

Swiftly, Trenton swooped down to seal his lips against Asher’s once more, gently pushing his hips farther into the other boy’s. He slipped a hand away from Asher’s shoulder and slowly trailed it down his chest, gently tugging on his shirt hem. Pulling away for a moment, practically keeping his lips on Asher’s, he murmured, “Maybe it’d be easier without this. Or anything at all.”

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XOXOXOXOXOXO


Asher felt Trenton's hands join his own down at the waistline of Trent's pant, but he was unable to tear his eyes away from Trenton's for even just a second to allow a glance down at them. Trusting that Trenton would be better at getting them undone then he was, Asher moved his hand to the other boys side, allowing Trent full access to the closures. It was an easy thing to trust. Not just because they were his own pants - it would be a sad thing if Asher could undo Trent's pants better then Trent could - but also because he was certain Trent had had a lot of experience getting peoples pants off in general. Much more then he had had, anyway.

Despite what he had only just finished saying, Asher had to struggle to fight back the giggle that wanted to break free of his lips, as Trenton made a small whining noise. It was just way too cute. Luckily, Asher managed to issue just enough self control to stop himself from letting the noise escape his throat. He didn't seem to have enough to prevent the smile that spread widely over his face though. To stop that, apparently, was asking too much.

Okay, maybe it wasn't asking too much. As Trenton quickly stole a kiss, Asher's smile turned into a protesting pout. How was that fair? When their lips collided, he was supposed to be allowed to enjoy it. Not have it end so quickly that he hadn't even grasped what was happening until it was over. It was devastating. So much so, that Asher was barely able to take in the words that were coming out of Trenton's mouth. Yet another threat, it seemed. Asher was totally unable to act the way that was probably appropriate for the situation though - his head too busy focusing on the lost kiss.

As Trenton moved down to kiss him for a second third time, Asher desperately grabbed at Trenton's lips with his own. He absolutely refused to let this kiss be another stolen one. It seemed that Trenton had no plans on doing that this time anyway, as the kiss was not immediately ended.

Although his mind was mostly focused on the kiss, a small part of it followed the journey of Trent's hand down his chest. An even tinier part of his mind was aware that Asher's own hand had moved from Trenton's side, and was now on his thigh - gently caressing his inner leg, and even daring to move over his groin occasionally with his massaging movements. Mostly his thoughts were focused on the kiss though.

When the kiss ended, there was no real remorse, and Asher only had ears for the words that Trenton spoke. There was absolutely no chance that he was going to ignore them this time. Possibly, this was because he wasn't mourning the dissatisfaction of a kiss, but it was probably more the fact that Trenton was saying exactly what it was that he wanted him to say. That maybe they should start getting naked.

Asher paused for a second, before pushing Trenton back up into his seated position. It would be impossible for them to get their clothes off easily with their bodies so close together, after all. So, once Trenton was back up, Asher ran his hand across Trenton's stomach pushing his shirt up a little as he did so. "Take that off, then," he said, his words coming across as more of a command then anything else. Asher then waited, watching. In all honesty, he was more interested in getting Trenton naked then he was in getting naked himself. So he would make sure Trenton gave him what he wanted, before he returned the favour.

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As Trenton worked on the button of his pants, he felt Asher’s hand retreat, making a nice home for itself on his side. Pause. Shiver. He continued to blindly tug at his pants before finally getting the damned thing free, hastily pushing his pants off of his hips just a bit. For some reason, he felt mighty pleased with himself. Being able to keep his mind clear enough – just enough – to undo his pants with one hand without falling on Asher. After all, Trenton wasn’t known to be the most graceful of kids.

He allowed himself to get reeled in by Asher’s lips, feeling himself beginning to get lost. So lost, in fact, that he barely took notice of Asher’s hand moving away from his side. That was, anyways, until he felt Asher’s hand brush his inner thigh – one of his greater weak spots – and gently caressing him in small motions. Trenton’s breath hitched in his throat the first contact his hand had with his groin. Instinctively, he moved his hips into Asher’s touch, needing the contact. When Asher brushed his groin purposefully, he pushed out a small moan. Both for instinct’s sake and Asher’s.

He let himself be gently pushed up into sitting position, watching Asher’s hand run over his stomach and push up his shirt. Next was Asher’s demand. It made Trenton shiver a little bit. He couldn’t deny it – he loved being told what to do sometimes. And if it were by Asher? Well, that just made it a million times better. Slowly, in an almost teasing way, Trenton pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He scooted off the bed for a moment, standing for a second to push his pants off completely, allowing them to pool around his feet.

Getting back on the bed, he looked Asher over – up and down, drinking in the sight. “And you?” he asked with a small smirk, crawling over to set himself beside Asher. “I could do it for you,” he said, gently tugging on his belt. With his one hand, he skillfully undid Asher’s belt, sliding it out of the loops before tossing it aside with his shirt.

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It was strange how at times seduction seemed more like torture. Like, as Trenton oh-so-slowly took off his shirt, Asher enjoyed the show about as much as he wished he could hit the fast forward button on the action. He did get pleasure out of watching Trenton undress, sure, but he couldn't help but be impatient. It was in his nature to want the final product immediately.

Finally, the shirt was off though, and Asher was able to admire his lover's bare chest properly. To him, it was practically perfection. His smooth, flat stomach, his nipples, even his almost abnormally pale skin. Asher loved it all. At the same time though, he couldn't help but feel the tiniest twinge of insecurity. Here was Trenton, with what he considered to be the most amazing body ever, and he was sure that he must look like an overfed puppy in comparison.

Luckily, Trenton chased all of Asher's insecurities from his head a second after they had struck him, by forcing him to focus on his undressing again. For it was then that Trenton climbed off of the bed to push down his already undone pants. Asher mused for just a moment that perhaps the slow thing had been torturous for Trenton as well, as there had been no delaying strip tease this time. Just one quick push down, and Asher was treated to the sight of Trenton's skinny legs.

Asher gulped in one of those awkward ways that seemed much more audible then it probably actually was, as the close to naked Trenton once again joined him on the bed. After Trenton had given him a look up and down - something that Asher found slightly strange, considering that he wasn't the one that was undressed - Trenton not only indicated that it was Asher's turn, but also offered a hand in the removal of his clothes. That was definitely something that Asher was not going to turn down.

As if to deminstrate how useful he could be, Trenton masterfully removed Asher's belt in one fluid motion. If he hadn't already decided to accept Trenton's offer the second he had presented it, Asher definitely would have had his mind made up now. Being undressed by Trent looked to be much more fun then it would be to do it himself. But then, was that really a surprise?

Pushing himself up into a seated position, Asher took a hold of Trenton's hands and guided them down to the bottom of his shirt. Then wrapping Trenton's digits around the hem, he brought them up, and over his head - shrugging the material off his shoulder and releasing Trenton's hands so that he could pull his head and arms out of the appropriate holes. He then took the shirt and dropped it down on the ground, not too far from where Trenton had left his own clothes.

Once again grasping Trenton's hand, he brought it down to his groin, so that he could get to work on removing his pants. As he did this, Asher lent forward, so that his mouth was beside Trenton's ear. "So what exactly are your intentions tonight?" A playful smile echoed on Asher's face as he waited for a reply, because he couldn't take the question he had asked too seriously. After all, why did Trenton's intentions matter? It was what he wanted that was going to happen.

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[/i] more than just a pillow fight. “What did you have planned?” he asked, even though he believed it were obvious enough. “Anything planned where you wouldn’t need this?” To emphasis his point, he tugged on one of the belt loops on Asher’s pants.

“Even if you wanted to keep these on,” Trenton said, pushing Asher back onto the bed before aligning his body on top his, legs on either side of his stomach, “That’s too bad. They’re coming off.” He slinked down his body a bit and quickly undid the button and zipper before tugging them off of Asher’s hips halfway. Then the idea struck him. Why not just take everything off? All at once? Trenton smirked as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of Asher’s boxer-briefs, gently tugging them down a bit – not enough to expose anything, but enough so Trenton could see Asher’s hipbones. He felt himself shiver at the sight. If he were a sucker for anything, it’d be Asher’s hipbones. Trenton moved down Asher’s body just a little bit more, so his ass was hovering over his knees before leaning forward, gently kissing his way down from the center of his chest, to his navel to where his right hipbone protruded in such an irresistible way.

Trenton hummed against the warm skin, his tongue darting out from between his teeth to taste Asher’s flesh. He licked a small trail all the way from his hip, up to Asher’s neck, nipping lightly. As he kissed his neck, Trent pushed down Asher’s pants and underwear, moving the pieces of clothing down off his body with his knees. He draped himself across Asher’s body, his mouth near his ear. “Are my intentions clear now?” he whispered, the smirk evident in his voice.



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Damn it! Asher could slap himself. No, he could slap Trenton. He'd thought that Trenton was past the whole 'slow' thing, but apparently he had been mistaken. For, not only was Trenton delaying on removing Asher's pants, but he was also only giving him a non-serious response to his question. He didn't need Trenton to be cute right now. He needed him to be... Well, Asher wasn't really sure what, but it definitely wasn't cute.

Perhaps he should just leave. Or better yet, hit him over the head with a pillow like he claimed he wanted. Yeah, maybe he should do that. Whether he should or shouldn't do that though, Asher knew he wouldn't for two reasons. The first being that Trenton almost literally had him by the balls at that moment. The second was that it wasn't really what he wanted to do. Asher wanted this to happen really really bad.

Apparently completely unaware as to how annoyed Asher was getting by his games, Trenton continued speaking - turning Asher's own question back onto him. All that Asher bothered to give him in reply was an irritated grunt. It was all that he believed Trenton deserved really. After that though, Asher allowed himself to relax a little, as Trenton turned his attention back to the task at hand. Sure he was still giving off a joking vibe, but at least it looked like the nudity would soon be continuing. That was something.

As Trenton pushed Asher back on the bed, and then repositioned himself over him, Asher was not only able to release the remainder of the tension he had acquired, but was even able to go so far as to give in to Trenton's charm and grin rather openly. Okay, so maybe cute Trenton wasn't really what he wanted right now, but a strong, forward Trenton, who also happened to be cute at the same time? Asher guessed he could find some way to deal with that.

Asher watched eagerly as Trenton's hands easily got his pants undone, and began to move them down his hips. When he stopped, Asher frowned a little, wondering what it was that was causing the hesitation. The next second, he got his answer, as Trenton's thumbs slipped over the sides of his underwear, and began to edge them down. Asher couldn't stop himself from holding his breath as they were about to uncover his privates - but his anticipation was unneccessary it seemed, as Trenton yet again stopped himself.

This time, Asher did not bother to wonder what it was that had caused Trenton to stop. Or rather, his mind didn't allow him to question it. This was because the halt was immediately followed by Trenton's lips kissing his bare chest, before beginning to move lower down his body. As if to help keep him on route, Asher placed his slightly shaking hand on Trenton's shoulder. He had the impression that Trenton was too busy focusing on his own actions to notice Asher's though. It was strange, he felt so powerless under Trenton's lips, something Asher had never really felt before.

Finally, Trenton's mouth reached Asher's hips. It was there that Trent parted his teeth and allowed his toungue to meet Asher's skin. At the connection, Asher was unable help himself. He opened his own mouth, and released a small groan. Immediately embarrassed, he threw his hand over his mouth, to smother any other noises that he might not be able to stop himself from making. That wasn't allowed. Partly because Asher didn't want Trenton to know exactly how large an affect he was having on him, and also because he didn't want to attract the attention of anyone in the halls.

It wasn't until Trenton was about half way back up Asher's body, that Asher trusted himself to be able to keep quiet without practically smothering himself. Still, it was with a lot of hesitation that Asher brought his hand away from his mouth, allowing himself to breathe normally again. Well, as normally as was possible, considering the fact that the guy that he was completely in lust with was running his tongue over his body. So really, he wasn't breathing normally at all.

As Trenton reached his neck, Asher tensed up. Not because of what Trenton was doing with his lips, but because of where his hands were. As his mind protested against letting Trenton make him be the first one naked of the two, Asher forced himself to stay silent, and still. He tried to preoccupy his thoughts by focusing on what Trenton was doing at his neck. His attempts failed though, as Asher's mind seemed inable to stop focusing on the fact that Trenton was currently kicking Ashers pants and underwear from around his ankles, leaving him entirely naked.

Realistically, Asher knew that it shouldn't matter. It wasn't as if him being naked before Trenton changed anything that was going to happen. He was just being a little bitch about it, he knew that. Still, even that knowledge couldn't stop him from being a bit upset over it.

As if to punish Trenton, Asher wrapped his arm around the other boys body, before moving his mouth towards his shoulder. He kissed his shoulder lightly, before parting his teeth and biting into him. Not hard enough to make him bleed, but definitely hard enough to make Trenton feel it. It would have been harder, if it weren't for the fact that Trenton had begun whispering in his ear at the same moment.

Pulling back out of the bite, Asher turned his head so that he could see Trenton's face. "You want to fuck, right?" Just because Trenton seemed to be more into giving him masked responses, didn't mean Asher was going to play along. No, he much preferred the direct approach at times like these. Getting straight to the point made things so much funner.

Speaking of which, Asher was definitely ready to fix the whole problem of Trenton having full access to Asher right now, when Asher didn't have it in return. So, wrapping his second arm around Trenton's shoulders, Asher used his leg to push them over, rolling them both onto their sides. This removed the problem of not really having any access to Trenton's lower half, as Trenton was no longer lying on top of him. Then, Asher moved his hand from around Trenton, and down towards his boxers.

His fingers trembling slightly, Asher pushed them past the waistband of Trenton's underwear, so that they were inside his boxers. There they found what they were looking for, Trenton's penis. As he ran his fingers gently over it, Asher bit down lightly on his lower lip. He then wrapped his fingers around it, and gave it a caressing stroke.

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[/i] he tried to convince himself.

Trenton first felt Asher's arm wrap around his body, then felt a pressure on his shoulder. He could feel Asher's teeth defined and sharp against his skin. He wanted so bad to groan aloud and beg for him to bite harder - to actually make him bleed. But a few things stopped him in that moment of weakness and neediness. He wasn't going to bring up his slightly awkward addiction at a time like this. He didn't want to ruin what he had going by being a complete freak. And secondly, the words were already falling from his mouth.

"You want to fuck, right?"

Trenton smirked - no - grinned in that sly way that only he knew how at Asher's blatantness. "Rough and dirty," he replied, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. And this time, there was no trace of a joking manner in his voice. He was all lust now. A rough and dirty fuck sounded good to him right about now. Especially with Asher. "But how rough," he added, his fingers intertwining and embedding themselves into Asher's hair, giving a gentle tug, "That's up to you." Cue that devilish smirk once more.

However, that smirk didn't last long. He felt Asher's other arm wrap around his body and then a leg roll them over onto their sides. It shocked him slightly (albeit in the most pleasant way possible) that Asher was finally taking some initiative. Especially when his hand hesitantly trailed down to his boxers. Trenton couldn't help but watch Asher's hand dip below the waistband of his boxers.

He felt Asher's fingers gently run over his length and he held his breath in anticipation. As Asher gently stroked he, Trenton let out a breathy sigh of appreciation. Trent leaned his top half forward so he was nose to nose with Asher, pressing their lips together. He couldn't take this anymore. He needed to have every single kind of contact that he could with Asher. Pressing himself more into the kiss, Trent ran a hand over Asher's chest while the other gently moved through his hair.

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There was no consistant flow to Asher's movements. He would give Trenton a few slow strokes, and then follow them up with some quicker ones. Mostly, there were probably more slow then fast. Whatever though, it seemed to Asher that Trenton was enjoying what he was doing, even if he didn't feel like he was doing it properly. At least, the noises the Trenton was making seemed right to his ears.

Sensing that Trenton was leaning in towards him, Asher tilted his head back a little so that his eyes could move more easily from what his hand was doing, and up to Trent's face instead. His eyes met Trenton's for only a second before the other boy had brought their lips together. It was immediately obvious to Asher that Trenton was wanting more out of this kiss then he had out of their previous ones, so he kissed back with equal vigor and passion.

It wasn't until he took in the fact that Trenton was running his hands all over his body, and through his hair, that Asher realised that he had paused in his stroking motions. So, after giving Trent's manhood a small squeeze, he simply released it - for now - and turned his own attention back to kissing Trenton. If he was going to be struggling to do two things properly at once, he figured it was better to focus on one at a time. So first he wanted to finish the kissing.

After a few moments, Asher jerked himself out of the kiss. The abruptness was necessary, as he doubted he would be able to ease himself slowly out of it. Plus, it was time that they turned their attention to other parts of him. Parts that weren't his lips, his hair, or his chest. To aid in this, he shifted his waist and legs forward, so that they were as close to Trenton as his upper half was. Then, moving his leg over Trentons, Asher pushed his hips against Trenton, grinding his arousal into the other boy.

As he did this, Asher's mind flashed back momentarily to Trenton saying that it was up to him just how rough they were going to get. If it really was up to him, then he definitely wanted it quite rough. The rougher the funner, actually. So his mind quickly formulated a plan for how he could turn on Trenton so much, that he wouldn't even think to be anything but rough with him.

Moving his lips to Trenton's ear, it was time for Asher to be the one who was doing the whispering. "You want to make me moan, baby?" He ground his groin into Trenton again as he spoke. "Want to see how loud you can make me get?" Asher nipped Trenton lightly on the ear, grinning to himself at the same time. A little dirty talk was always useful, and he was ready to turn up the filth level if he needed to.

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[/i] badly that it hurt. Literally. Then came the whine Trent fought back, letting only a small noise escape from his throat as Asher let go of him. He was about to protest, but Asher was kissing him back in a way he couldn't even begin to describe. Not to mention the fact that the rise in hormones was clouding his mind up a fair amount. So he decided to keep his mouth shut and let his body take over.

Distracted by their kiss, Trenton didn't realize Asher's bottom half moving close to his, that is, until he felt Asher's manhood pressed against his body. This small detail did unspeakable things to Trenton. He listened as intently to Asher's whispering as he could, holding onto the pillow talk falling from his lips as Asher simultaneously ground his hips against his own. His words made his skin prickle pleasantly, his mind replaying every syllable as many times as possible before he responded with a hum of acknowledgment.

The combination of Asher's pillow talk and the sensation of his manhood rubbing against him made it hard for Trenton to keep any self-restraint. If Asher couldn't tell, he had Trenton under his complete control now. "Fuck," he groaned, the single syllable low and rough in his throat. "Yeah I do." But doing anything would be a little hard with his boxers on, still. He hastily brought his hands down to his boxers, scrambling to get them off. Trenton kicked the piece off of his feet, flinging it somewhere in the room to gather with all the other clothes, finally exposing himself completely to Asher. He hooked a leg around Asher's and pulled him a little closer so their hips were basically melted together. "How loud do you think you can get, baby?" Trent muttered, low and rough, running a hand over Asher's lower stomach and hip.


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The rough, guttural tones to Trenton's voice brought a smile to Asher's lips. In fact, it was more the tone of his voice then his actual words that made Asher happy. Sure, he was saying the right things, but that didn't mean so much to Asher. It was way too easy to lie to a person. He knew that, as he lied way too often.

Yeah baby, of course I love you, or, I'll do that math problem for you, no problem! Neither of these were things he'd ever pulled on Trenton before. With Trenton it was more, I'm not ready for that yet, and that kind of stuff. Things to slow down the relationship, when really all he wanted to do was rush things.

He had felt the need to go slow though. He'd had to know what was going on in Trenton's head before he'd let anything serious happen between them. Obviously, he'd decided that Trent had passed, and he had nothing to worry about. But, back to the point, Trenton's voice told Asher everything he wanted to know - and he didn't think Trenton was a good enough actor to be faking it.

Asher shifted his hips back a little, to give Trenton a bit more room when he made a move to take off his own boxers. He watched curiously as Trenton pushed the material down, and off his body. Then, Trenton's penis was revealed to him for the very first time, causing him to blush a little as he looked down upon it.

He didn't really know why he should blush at the sight of it. It was like... a minute since he'd had his fingers wrapped around its length. But he hadn't been able to see what he was doing then, so this for some reason seemed much more personal, and a tad bit embarrassing. He by no means disliked what he saw; it was just, yeah, embarrassing.

Trenton was obviously not happy with the distance that Asher had given him. For almost immediately after the boxers had hit the floor, Trenton's leg was over Asher, and Asher felt himself being pulled back toward Trenton so that their groins were once again pressed together - Asher only aiding in this by willingly pushing himself up against Trenton.

A mildly frustrated moan escaped Asher's throat, as Trenton not only spoke, but also moved his hands down over Asher's body, stopping just short of his erection. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that Trenton was purposely trying to annoy him or something.

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Asher took a hold of Trenton's wrist and forced his hand down just that little bit lower onto his cock. Smiling to himself about the contact, Asher replied to Trenton's question in a low, but upbeat voice. "That depends on how good you are." He liked his choice of words. They almost came across as a challenge in his head. If Trenton also took them as a challenge, well, all the better.

Leaning back a little, so that he could look Trenton properly in the face, Asher spoke again. "Do you have a condom?" He bit his lip lightly after the words were out. It was probably a stupid question. Still, as far as he was concerned, it needed to be asked. Not that he thought that Trenton was diseased or anything, it was just that he preferred to be safe then sorry.

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[/i] good."

He wasn’t even about to lie. He was a little caught off guard by Asher’s inquiry about a condom. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about it before, because he had – he thought this question might come up. But at the same time, he still felt a little perplexed. Not quite offended, but close. “Uhm, yeah,” he muttered slowly, untangling himself from Asher. He reached over into his bedside cupboard and felt around blindly before he found what he was looking for.

Trenton pulled out a small container of lube and a condom, sitting up on the bed. "All the way on your back," he said to Asher, running a hand over his chest, pushing him back, a smile tugging on his lips. This is what he had waited for. This is what he wanted soooo damn badly that it had hurt. Skillfully, he tugged opened up the condom wrapper and slipped it over his erection. Popping open the cap from the lube, he squeezed a pea sized amount onto his forefingers, nudging Asher's legs apart gently.

After that, well, it was all a blur, really. Or more rather, a mess - a tangle of limbs and breaths and moans and curse words. Of sweat and passion and sloppy kisses. And then it was over. To Trenton's dismay. But on the up-side, he's never felt so good in his life. It was past just getting off - that sort of sexual release. No. It was bliss - bliss that he's never quite felt before. Whatever this feeling was, he wanted it to stay. Forever.

As Trenton collapsed on top of the other boy, his breathing shallow and fast, he groped around blindly until he found what he was looking for - Asher's hand. Taking Asher's hand in his own, he gave it a gentle squeeze, using the last of his energy to move his head to move his lips over Asher's neck lazily.

There was so much Trenton wanted to say right now in this moment. But therein lies the problem. What was the right thing for him to say? Should he even say anything at all? Inside, his thoughts tossed and turned rapidly, despite how tired he was on the outside. So instead, letting his inner turmoil continue, he kept his mouth shut. Whatever needed to be said, would be said in due time.


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Asher wondered for a moment whether he'd been wrong to request the condom. The look that came across Trenton's face didn't seem to be quite one of annoyance or offence, but Asher definitely didn't think it was good. Perhaps he had insulted the other boy, and he was just hiding it. Asher almost didn't blame him. They had been together for nearly a year (with several breaks in the middle, sure), so maybe he they were expected to be past that. Asher wasn't sure though. Long term relationships really weren't his forte.

Despite any misgivings that Trenton might have been feeling, he still obliged Asher's request. And from that moment, until Trenton was done, Asher had no comprehension of time. It could have taken hours, or it could have taken only a few minutes. He really had no idea. What he did know was that no matter how long it took, he enjoyed every second of it. There was lots of pleasure, mixed with just the right amount of hurting. Trenton was just as amazing as he had suspected he would be.

As Trenton collapsed on top of him, Asher expected to feel nothing other then euphoria. It seemed that he was wrong to expect this though. Rather then the joy that he thought would wash over him, Asher instead felt regret, mixed with just a touch of fear. Even as he felt Trenton's hand take a hold of his own, and his lips on his neck, Asher couldn't help but worry about what would happen next. Was it possibly that now that he had gotten what he wanted, Trenton would just move on to the next guy? There was no real way to tell, but Asher worried that this would be the case.

Moving his hands to Trenton's shoulders, Asher pushed at the other boy so that he was no longer lying on top of him. He then twisted around, and sat up on the edge of the bed. He remained perched there on the side of the bed for only a second though, before he was up and collecting his clothes that were strewn about the room. If Trenton was indeed just going to move onto the next guy... well, he didn't even want to think about that. He didn't want to think at all.

He quickly pulled on his underwear and shirt, before finally looking back at Trenton. "That was nice, but I'm really tired." Asher feigned a yawn - probably failing terribly at making it seem realistic - before moving back towards where Trenton was lying and bending forward to quickly kiss him on the forehead. "I'm going to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He then quickly moved over to his own bed, and climbed under the covers - his back turned to Trenton.