Ash pulled up outside of his house and found Stefan's car parked behind his brother's in the driveway. Pulling into his usual spot, he sat in his car wondering if he should go in.
He wasn't supposed to be home tonight. He'd made plans to hit a couple bars with some friends and then crash at his friend Nik's house, but Nik had tested positive for COVID. He could have still gone, but since he wasn't crashing at Nik's, he couldn't have really enjoyed himself since he would've had to drive home. It hadn't been worth the hassle.
However, now Ash was left wondering what he should do. He could drive around for a bit. The night was cool but clear, and he did have about forty-five minutes left in the audiobook he was listening to, but that, of course, didn't guarantee Stefan would be gone by the time he returned home.
They still hadn't had a conversation about what it was exactly that they were doing. Ash didn't feel wholly comfortable approaching the topic because he didn't want Stefan to feel as if he was being pressured into making a decision about labeling them or even himself, but it made situations like these vague and uncertain. He didn't want to overwhelm him or catch him off guard, but... maybe this could be a bit of a trial run of sorts.
Unlocking the front door with his phone, he grabbed his bag from the passenger seat and headed inside. He toed off his shoes at the door and could hear Adrian's voice booming from the kitchen. If Ash hadn't known it was Stefan's car outside, his brother's tone voice would've given away that whoever was visiting was a friend; he wasn't using his professional, self-important tone. He was saying something about kayaking trip gone wrong.
He cleared his throat so as not to startle them. "I'm home!" he said, padding into the kitchen.
Stefan was leaning up against the counter wearing grey joggers and a fitted white t-shirt, beer in hand and feet crossed at his ankles. His eyes were bright, laughing at his brother's story, but they flashed with hunger when their eyes met. If Stefan was a shark, Ash was blood in the water.
Adrian's back was turned to them, manning three different pots on the stove. Whatever he was cooking smelled hearty and rich.
"Ash!" his brother greeted him without looking over his shoulder. "I thought you were out for the night?"
His eyes never left Stefan's. "I thought I was too but change of plans. Hi, Stefan. Where's Luc?"
"Asleep in the guest bedroom. He didn't take a nap at daycare today, so he went down early."
"Gotcha. Are y'all just staying for dinner?"
"We were, but since Luca is already asleep, Adrian invited us to stay the night." With a raise of his eyebrows, Stefan asked
Is that okay?
"I hope you don't mind," his brother said. "I'm making plenty of food, so if you'd like to join us..." Ash tuned him out.
His eyes softened.
Of course.
Nodding toward the back of the house, he asked
Should I disappear?
Stefan shook his head and mouthed, "Don't go."
And so, he stayed.
*
The rest of the night passed by
agonizingly
slow--or maybe it just felt long because of the agony Ash felt. Now that he was acquainted with the taste of Stefan's lips and his skin, being in the same room as him but unable to touch him was pure
torture
. If given the chance, he wasn't going to stick his tongue down his throat (no matter how much he wanted to) in front of his brother, but his fingers had itched to simply brush a stray curl off his forehead, to kiss his flushed cheeks. But, he kept his distance.
Distance didn't really help, though, when Stefan was over there looking so damn good. Every time he ran his fingers through his hair, his biceps would flex, and Ash wanted to die.
He tried not to make it too obvious that he was looking, but he was pretty sure he could see the outline of his dick through his sweats. The thought of having that big meaty cock in his mouth again had him salivating.
And during dinner, Stefan had accidentally spilled sauce on his shirt. Adrian had told him to take it off immediately so he could treat the stain before it set in. The sight of his bare chest paired with the memory of how his skin felt like against his fingers and tasted on his tongue had Ash racing to finish his food so he could excuse himself to his room for some much-needed alone time with his hand and a box of tissues, but Adrian had insisted he stay and hang out.
He'd spent the next hour singing nursery rhymes in his head before he'd been able to make a break for it.
But now that he was showered and relaxed and in nothing but his briefs, he could finally relieve some of his pent-up frustration. He was just pulling up his favorite erotica site when his phone buzzed.
It was a text from Stefan.
You up?
Even better
, he thought. Settling back into his pillows, he replied:
Only if you're asking because you're planning to sneak into my room and steal my virtue. If not, then no; consider me asleep.
Consider it stolenπ
A few minutes later, Stefan slipped into his room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He crossed the room in a few short steps and immediately took Ash's face in his hands, kissing him thoroughly.
"Hi," Stefan said, gently brushing their noses together.
"Hi." Ash smiled up at him, buzzing.
"I've been wanting to do that all night."
Bumping his nose, Ash said, "Feel free to continue."
Stefan smiled. Wasting no time, he yanked his shirt over his head, threw it on the floor; his sweats followed right over. He slid onto the bed, covering Ash's body with his own. Ash spread his legs to accommodate his size and laced his fingers through Stefan's hair to draw his mouth back to him. He loved Stefan's solid weight on top of him; it made him feel safe and secure.
They kissed unhurriedly, simply enjoying the sensation. Stefan hadn't shaved in a few days, and his stubble sent satisfying shivers through Ash's body as their tongues tangled and their lips moved in perfect harmony.
He grabbed two large handfuls of Stefan's butt and rocked into him, his dick hardening further at the feel of the older man's already stiff cock. He ran his fingers through the seam of his ass, pressing a finger into that tight little pucker. Stefan rutted against him.
Ash would've been content staying right there, just like that, chest to chest, dick to dick, wrapped in the arms of the man he loved, but Stefan had other ideas. Breaking their kiss, Stefan's mouth moved to his neck, his lips just barely brushing his skin before moving lower. His movements were steady and deliberate. Using his hand as a guide, he kissed down Ash's chest, nipping and licking along the way.