"I want to suck you off..."

Asher did not have it in mind for Beau's anger to be placated from the kiss, neither did he plan to arouse him, but both happened.

Beau's shoulders fell like the historic walls of Jericho. His breathing immediately went back to normal. In the next moment that followed, he began to think of what made him mad in the first place. He pulled Asher forward until their skins were against each other. As Beau's anger depleted, it got replaced with arousal, pushing his cock to tent the towel around his waist.

Asher felt it.

It was never his plan to calm Beau by making him aroused, but since it worked, Asher dived into it. He pulled Beau's neck down, their tongues interlocking in a fierce battle—a battle that seemed endless. Asher slid his finger to the bulge in Beau's towel. Even before his fingers made contact, Beau was already grunting.

As abruptly as it began, Asher pulled back. There was a small smile tugging the corners of his lips. He pressed himself against Beau, watching as Beau's chest heaved and his increased heartbeat went back to normal.

"What was that for?" Beau murmured. It didn't sound like a complaint but Asher wanted to tease him a little.

"Are you complaining?"

"Of course not. You've never done that."

"Yeah. I guess I'm trying out new things."

"I like it," Beau grunted and grabbed his waist. "God, you always make me breathless." He concentrated on the beautiful blush spread across Asher's cheeks. His fingers went there. "You're so beautiful."

Asher did not allow the compliment to get to his head. "Beau?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you still mad?"

"No."

"Why were you mad?"

Beau exhaled. "I didn't like the way Sean kept touching you," he murmured, his forehead furrowed. "It seemed so inappropriate."

POSSESSIVENESS.

JEALOUSY.

JEALOUS ANGER.

The three terms rushed into Asher's head as a burst of laughter tore out of his guts. He couldn't help himself. He stumbled back, laughing, until he crashed on Beau's bed.

"Really? You are angry because someone introduced himself to me?"

"I didn't say that. He was touching you inappropriately."

"We shook hands, Beau."

"You did not see the wanton look in his eyes. I did." Beau did not seem happy that Asher was laughing amid such an important issue. "I'm not kidding."

"I'm sorry." Asher stopped laughing. He went back to stand in front of Beau. "I'm sorry if it seems I find you amusing. It's just that I don't see any reason why Sean would make moves on me. You don't even know if he's into guys."

"I know him more than you do. He does guys and girls, dumps them when his dick is satisfied, then goes for fresh meat."

"It was just a normal handshake, Beau. No need to get unnecessarily worried. You scared everyone off like little rabbits. I don't like that."

Now, it was Beau's turn to apologize. "I'm sorry," he murmured, itching a part of his head. "I shouldn't have reacted that way."

"I'm happy you did," Asher suddenly grinned. "I feel like you'd always have my back. No one will mess with me and go free."

"I told you that before. Just bring the name of any student that messes with you to me. They will be duly attended to." He grabbed Asher's waist and pulled him closer. "I'm sorry, little pumpkin."

"It's okay. For a moment, I thought I did something wrong."

"Nah, you didn't. You're a good boy."

Asher chuckled. "I don't like the sound of that," he said coyly, looking down to avoid Beau's eyes.

"Look at me."

Asher obeyed. His arms on Beau's shoulders trembled. Their eyes locked.

Beau looked into Asher's eyes for some seconds. Blue orbs stared back at Beau. "Ash, I want you to know that you can always come to me for anything. I want you to trust me to tell me stuff. I want you to be in a part of my thoughts, of my schedules, even a part of my bed." At that, Asher smiled softly. "I want you to be free with me. Act shy and reserved, and sometimes even push me off, I don't care. I am okay with you that way. Just... hold me close. Let us see where this will take us."

Feelings, warm and pure, seeped into Asher's body. The warmth got to his heart. He could not classify the feeling. It came with fear.

Fear of losing Beau. Fear of seeing Beau so committed to someone else. Fear of Beau... dying... Separation...

"Beau, where have you been all this while? Why am I just meeting you now?" Asher tried to imagine Beau in his life during his tumultuous childhood. He imagined Beau petting him and making him feel better. His growing up would have been more bearable.

"I guess I have just been around waiting for you."

Asher kissed him. Just as he tried tugging off Beau's towel, a vibration made him jump back. Even Beau inhaled sharply in shock. Asher's pocket vibrated again, then gave out a shrill ring.

"Fuck." Asher fished out his phone and peered at the screen in anger. "It's my dad."

"Go on. Pick the call."

Asher looked at him. "I don't want to."

"Hey, Ash." Beau laid a hand on his shoulder. "Pick it. Hear what he has to say, okay?" Asher sighed and nodded. Beau busied himself with dressing up as Asher walked to one of the windows, the phone pressed to his ear.

"Good morning, Dad." A little silence followed. "Yeah, I'm doing great. Yes... It's a very nice place. I'm fine."

Beau calmly walked to the window and hugged Asher from behind.

"No, I'm okay." Asher almost sighed into the call. "No, I don't miss classes." He gently massaged Beau's arms. "I'm in my condo. It's comfortable." Beau's breath went behind his ear. Asher exhaled softly. His voice dropped, "I am fine. I promise to make you proud."

Beau waited until Asher cut the call before speaking up. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. He wants to know if things are going according to 'his' plan."

"You'll be fine," Beau murmured and pulled his ass closer. They stayed in the position for almost a minute, feeling the warmth of each other. "I want to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"One of my favourite places in the neighbourhood."

Asher's interest spiked up. He rested on Beau's chest. "Where is the place?" From the window, he got momentarily distracted with watching a guy engage in an intense kissing session with a girl who looked like she needed fresh air. Even from the distance, Asher could see the bulge silently growing in the guy's pants as he caged the girl to a portion of the wall.

Coincidentally, Beau was also watching. Something told him that Asher was getting aroused from watching the show. And Beau confirmed that when he caressed the front of Asher's crotch. "You're horny?"

"N—No. I... I was just imagining some silly stuff." Even with the confession, Asher's cheeks still heated up. Beau leaned closer, gripping his waist tighter.

"What was the imagination all about? Or rather, who was the imagination all about?" His voice turned low, teasing, directly fanning Asher's earlobes. "Was it about me? Do you want us to recreate the view of those people kissing?"

As long as it meant pinning him to the wall and diving into his mouth, Asher couldn't help but nod. Beau whirled him around until they faced each other.

He gently pushed Asher to the wall, his hands guiding Asher's waist.

Their lips met—gently, slowly, with silent and suppressed desires. Beau guided him the whole time, channelling them to press against the wall, bringing their bodies close to each other until there was barely an inch of space between them. He pulled Asher closer, caged him, and kissed the living daylight out of him.

And the lad was left to feel breathless.

As Beau played in the crevices of his mouth, Asher made a discovery. He realized that being dominated by Beau excited him more than imagined. The way the ambassador always overshadowed him was something he was beginning to realize that he enjoyed—and he knew he'd enjoy it even in bed.

The thought of bed instantly made Asher erect. In a blur of desire, he started a blind fumble for Beau's belt, digging his fingers into the leather, searching blindly for the hook.

Seconds later, the trouser was wrapped around Beau's ankles. Asher went for the underwear.

He held Beau's cock, contemplating what to do.

"Beau?" Asher called out in a murmur. He arched into the ambassador. "I want to suck you off."

Beau snapped to attention. "You want to what?"

Repeating it a second time wasn't so easy. Asher blushed and dropped his head. "I want to suck you off."

"Do you know how to do that?" Beau asked softly.

"I will learn."

"Okay... Do you want me to instruct you?"

Asher's eyes lit up. "Yes, please!"

A smirk curled the corner of Beau's lips. "Good boy. Now, take off your clothes and go on your knees."