Cody
“Wait.” I had to catch my breath. But more importantly, I had to lock the door. I reached blindly behind me for the door handle in the dark. Finding it, I pushed in the little button, listening for the metallic click. Ashton took that as his cue and yanked me back. He grabbed at my shirt, pulling it over my head. Then our lips smashed together again. He inched forward and jumped off the counter and pushed me back against the wall, the towel rack digging into my shoulder blade. I yelped in response but Ashton was oblivious as he dropped to his knees, tugging at my belt. I reached down to help but he smacked my hands away and then I felt the belt slip free and clang to the bathroom floor. My jeans were down in a flash and Ashton had his face buried in my crotch, his hands groping my ass. I could only moan in response as he mouthed me through my briefs. I grabbed a handful of his shirt and dragged him back up and into a deep kiss. I pulled at his shirt and lifting his arms, he slipped right out of it. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness. From the light coming under the door I could make out his pink nipples against pale flesh. I leaned in and kissed one and then the other, biting softly. Ashton drove his fingers through my hair. I kicked off my jeans and kissed my way down his chest, tracing my tongue along his flat abs to his belly button. I kissed him there, loving the scent drifting up from his crotch. He was tenting his briefs so I slipped a couple of finger under the waistband and yanked them down. His cock bounced up and slapped his belly button. I grabbed him with both hands and licked the head. He moaned loud enough to drown out the music, thrusting his hips. I grazed my teeth across it and then ran my tongue along the shaft. Ashton squirmed. He was mine for the taking.
The pounding on the door scared the shit out of me.
“COPS!” Someone bellowed.
I screamed in frustration. I don’t think Ashton even heard; he kept pawing at me pulling my hair, thrusting his rigid cock in my face.
“Son of a bitch. Motherfucker!” I scrambled back up to my feet and I slapped on the lights and stood dumbfounded as I stared at Ashton. He stood naked before me; a milky white god chiseled of marble. He was flawless and beautiful. The only things that marred his flesh were the teeth marks blooming around his nipples.
We could hear people running through the hall outside the bathroom door. The music had gone quiet and muted voices were yelling. I grabbed clothes off the floor jumping into a pair of jeans that belonged Ashton. I kicked them off and he held mine out to me. We were dressed almost as fast as we had disrobed. Ashton pulled me into a final kiss.
“Get my number from Ems.” His fingers lingered on my chin and then he was gone, running into a dark room. I watched several shadows slip out the window while red and blue lights flashed outside.
I slid down the wall, maddened and frustrated. I banged my head on the wall.
“Cody? Cody?” Em appeared in the doorway, her shoes in her hand. She rested her hands on her hips. “Are you drunk?” She can pick the worst times to be motherly.
I couldn’t help but growl. “No. As a matter of fact I was about to…”
“OHHH EMMM GEEE. You and Ashton? I thought you came back here after Aiden.
What do you mean OMG? You saw the two of us kissing. And you stormed off. Plus, I couldn’t find him.” I felt a momentary guilt but I could hear Em’s words in the back of my mind. He’s straight. He’s got a girlfriend. If anyone should be feeling guilty, it should be him. He has the audacity to get pissed at me. I shimmied back up the wall and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess; my lips were chafed and swollen. I had a lip-shaped hickey just above my collarbone and I could tell there was going to be a huge bruise on my shoulder blade.
“I didn’t storm off. And I saw Aiden come back here. I just figured…” Em got real quiet and slowly turned her head towards the shower curtain. It was a dark blue patterned art deco that reminded me of The Great Gatsby movie, the one with Leonardo.
I shook my head. Certainly not. What were the chances? Really? I could barely breathe as Emily took a step towards the tub. I wanted to pull her back. I wanted to run. When she pulled the curtain, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. Chance McAvoy stood there, wearing nothing but a smirk: beside him, an equally naked Aiden. I lunged. I don’t know at whom, I just lunged. “You son of a bitch. Mother fucker.”
Em blocked me. “Cody!”
“Get out of my way Em.”
“Noooo.” She said calming, but I lunged again. “No! Cody. We have to get out of here. Right now. There’s cops here, remember? We could get suspended.”
I slammed my hand on the wall and pointed at Aiden. “You stay the fuck away from me.”
“Beaumont. I’m sorry.”
“Fuck you. The only thing you’re sorry about is that you got caught.” I shook my head. “All that shit about having a girlfriend and being straight and I find you with him.” I laugh and point at Chance. “With HIM! Seriously?” I grabbed Emily’s hand and dragged her with me; ignoring Aiden’s pleas.
I shivered against the cold as we made our way to Emily’s car.
Drawn on the window in the dew was Ashton’s name inside of a heart. This was just my luck.