Returning the favor

Asher slowly entered his condo with Beau trailing behind him, waiting for a response.

Asher went straight to the balcony. He knew Beau was beside him.

Asher tried weighing the pros and cons of his relationship with Beau. Sure, they would be sweet together, maybe even one of the best couples seen so far, but what would it cost?

The cost wasn't something Asher wanted to talk or think about. The more he tried to think about it, the more he discovered that he and Beau could not be together.

His father, his family, the society, the things that would change...

The thought of it was enough to make Asher scared.

At last, he turned to Beau. "Let's try it out... for three months. We will know if we are compatible by that time."

"I accept your terms. If after three months, you don't want me, I will leave you alone."

Asher nodded. "That's a deal."

"So..." Beau moved forward. "Are we boyfriends now?"

The title made Asher's heart soar. He ended up grinning. "Yes, we are. Even though we are in something like an experimenting stage."

Beau pulled him close. "Can I kiss you?" he asked in a whisper.

"Do you need permission to kiss your boyfriend?"

Chuckling, Beau joined their lips. His arms circled Asher's waist, pulling him into the muscles of his chest. They fitted perfectly even though Beau seemed a bit taller.

Asher's hands went around Beau's neck, pulling himself up, thrusting his tongue into Beau's mouth.

It felt like peace. Asher being able to express himself, be himself, was something he appreciated. He had never kissed a man or even been in any form of intimate relationship with a male. Beau being his first made it special.

Beau pulled back, his hands still around Asher's waist. "You are beautiful, Ash."

"Says the god of seduction who just kissed me."

Beau laughed, his breath fanning against Asher's face. "Nah, I'm for real. You are gorgeous."

This time, Asher blushed. "Thank you," he said, lowering his head. Beau pulled his chin up.

"Woah! You're blushing," he teased. That was the only color on Asher's pale face. "You are practically getting red."

"I'm not blushing."

"Yes, you are," Beau teased. Asher buried his face in Beau's chest, making him laugh. "You don't have to hide!"

Asher's smile disappeared as he inhaled Beau's scent. It was a mixture of warmth and a scent between coconut and flowers. Just like that, Asher forgot everything: his issues with his father, the fear of being rejected by society and his family, and his dread of what could happen...

Beau pressed Asher to himself. He felt like gluing Asher to his side, holding him every single second and minute of the day, protecting him. He pulled Asher back a bit so that he could stare into his eyes.

"Do you need anything?" Beau asked, staring directly into the lad's blue eyes.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you."

"You will have a class by noon, but I think you will be free in the evening. Make sure you get the courses you are offering from the chancellor on your way to class."

"Yes, sir."

"And don't forget to always keep this door locked."

"Yes, sir."

"And..." Beau leaned close until their lips were inches apart and their breaths were in each other's faces. "If you ever need my assistance or the assistance of my hands... just hit me up, okay?"

It took Asher's brain almost a full minute to fully break down and decipher what Beau said. When at last he understood, he smiled, lowering his head as a blush spread over his cheeks.

"Yes sir, I will hit you up."

"Good." Beau leaned forward and pressed their lips into each other. For some weird reason, he found that kissing Asher made him feel relaxed. It wasn't like the normal relaxation one got from good sleep. This was more relaxing, like the soaking of a body in a tub of ice during a heat stroke.

Asher got a bit greedy and parted his lips. What was supposed to be a goodbye kiss left them on the couch in the sitting room, their fingers on each other's skin.

Beau pulled away to catch his breath. "Asher, you turn me on," he said, out of breath. "I don't know what you keep doing to me... but I like it."

Asher did not want to start expressing how he was feeling. He could cry. He ended up sitting on Beau's laps, touching his face with care. "Do... Do you want me to touch you like you did to me?"

It was like asking a little child if he cared for candy.

Beau swallowed and nodded, his dick already springing up from the thoughts of Asher's fingers on him. "Do you want to?" he asked softly. "I swear, I won't do anything to you. Just touch."

They were going at a very fast pace, a pace Asher appreciated. Right now, he knew they were high on their hormones, intoxicated with the feel of each other, and Asher did not feel used in any way. He wanted to think that Beau was only after him to sate his fleshy desires, but he could not think that way. His mind refused to ply that route no matter how hard he tried.

And he also had a conviction that Beau would do nothing more when he touched him.

Asher's heartbeat accelerated. He pressed himself to Beau, fear pounding inside him, making him tremble. He had enjoyed himself when Beau touched him and even wished he could return the favor at that time, but giving wasn't as easy as receiving—especially as he'd never touched a man before.

As he cradled Beau's face, he shook so much that Beau had to hold his hands.

"Asher, you okay?" After a moment, Beau added softly, "You don't have to do it. I will understand."

"But I want to," Asher replied stubbornly. "I really want to." He lowered his head. "I am a bit scared."

Beau stared at his face for a while. Then he suddenly burst out laughing. "Gosh, you are so cute! I have never seen anyone as cute as you are." He laughed some more as Asher became red. "Don't worry, you don't have to do anything. I should leave you to rest."

"I can't leave you like this." Asher gestured to Beau's hard crotch. He ran the tip of his fingers there.

"Asher, stop..."

"It feels so big," the aroused boy whispered, his eyes dark with lust. This time, it was Beau's heartbeat that accelerated. Pure lust settled in the blue of Asher's irises. There was a certain thrill he felt. He couldn't tell if it was because of the fact that Beau was a male or if it was Beau himself.

The hunger started in Asher's mouth, occasionally making him lick at his own lips, then it went to his fingers, pushing them to slide across Beau's face, and chest, pausing at Beau's nipples to pinch on them, and unashamedly settling at Beau's abdomen to work off his belt.

Beau sat with both hands by the side, watching Asher with something between arousal and deep thought. It came as a great shock that he could get so aroused by a male to the extent of almost losing grip on himself. Asher made him feel that way. The boy looked innocent, fragile, and beautiful, and it was making Beau unnecessarily hard. From the pink of Asher's lips to his pale skin, Beau wanted to ravish him, taste him, fuck him.

Still looking at Asher, Beau helped in taking off his belt which Asher was fumbling with. His trousers rolled down within seconds.

"You're so hot," Asher mumbled as he pulled off Beau's boxer. The ambassador's erection sprang up, slapping the base of his stomach before bouncing back to position. Asher stared at it with fascination.

"You have never seen another man's dick, have you?" Beau asked softly. Asher shook his head in the negative.

"Only in pictures."

"So... do you want to hold it?"

Asher trembled as he reached forward and palmed Beau's dick. It throbbed in his grip. Beau grunted softly. Asher had a hard time wrapping his slender fingers all the way around it.

Just like he'd do when touching himself, he started a slow jerk, starting from the tip to the middle and back to the tip again. His knees were still on both sides of Beau's laps, straddling him, keeping Beau's legs in place.

"God... You are so good at this." Beau threw his head back and allowed Asher to do the work. He parted his lips and released grunts of pleasure.

Asher looked at the throbbing organ in his hand. It was way bigger than his. Even at that, he wanted to do more than just touch it. He craved for the dick in his mouth or ass, or something more from Beau. The thought made his mouth water as he stared at the hard flesh in his grip. He did not know how Beau would react if he reached down and took him into his mouth...

Asher took his gaze back to Beau whose eyes were closed and lips parted. He stuck his tongue out and dived into Beau's mouth.

"Argh... Ash..."

It was a muffled groan, one that ended in Asher's throat. Asher jerked and kissed him at the same time. As Beau slowly got to the edge, Asher kissed him fiercely, his free hand pinching Beau's nipples in turns.

Less than a minute later, Asher felt the dick in his grasp quirk. It accompanied a grunt into his mouth. Beau pulled back with a warning.

"Asher, I am going to cum." His lips parted. Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face. The warning was accompanied by a violent jerk.

Asher heard a loud grunt before he looked down to see the warmth coating his hand. At that moment, he smashed their lips into each other again, swallowing Beau's moans, and delivering short strokes to the tip of Beau's cock.

Asher did not stop touching him even when the wave passed. Beau had to hold his hand.

"Asher, stop. You are going to get me hard again."

Asher kissed him on the cheek. "Are you okay?"

Beau blew out a breath. "I had no idea a hand job could be this pleasuring. Who taught you how to do this?"

Asher blushed. His hand was still on Beau's cock which was getting erect again. "I just applied the same principle I make use of for myself."

"I will like to see you touch yourself someday. I will just lay back and watch." Beau smirked as Asher lowered his head and turned red. He pulled him up from the waist. "Come on, let's freshen up. You have a class by noon."