Great libido!

It was after they were done showering that Asher thought about what had happened.

Every single day opened new levels of intimacy with Beau. Levels he never thought himself of scaling. If Asher was told that he'd ever be touched by a male, he would have laughed and maybe labelled it a joke.

But here he was, getting and giving blowjobs to Beau, touching him in secret places. And right now, they were curled up on Beau's bed.

Just as it always played out, Asher found himself in the position of the little spoon, while Beau laid behind him, hand thrown over his waist.

"Beau, you have a great libido. Has anyone ever told you that?"

It sounded so much like an accusation that Beau was forced to chuckle. He pulled Asher closer. "I know I get horny very often. You don't have to make it sound like a crime."

Asher rolled his eyes. "I wish it is a crime. You'd have been in Iron Heights by now."

Again, Beau found himself laughing. "I will try to remind myself of my inmate status from today. By the way, you watch a lot of movies, don't you?"

"I know you're asking that because I said iron heights."

"Yeah. I recognize that fictional prison from DC movies."

"I didn't know you watch movies. Thought you only lure innocent boys into your room and do wicked things to them." Asher smirked. "Just like you did to me."

"Maybe I am the grim reaper, reaping young boys, luring them into my den for vain pleasures." Beau leaned closer and roared. Asher jumped in shock. They ended up laughing before Beau continued, "Well, I watch lots of movies. Mostly romance and action."

"I do action too. Though I love horror. There is this thrill in seeing apparitions jumping out of nowhere and almost scaring you to death."

"Hmm. I will keep that in mind whenever we go to the movies." Beau appreciated times like this when he could discuss with Asher, and also tell things about himself. "Don't you watch romance?"

"I do. Though I sometimes find it too sappy. Or maybe the right word is depressing."

Beau chuckled. "Where do you like watching your movies? Phone?" he asked.

"Yeah. And my laptop. I prefer my phone though since I can take it with me wherever I go."

"Hmm." Beau inhaled the scent of his hair. "You said you stay in Greenwood, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then how come you don't have any friends? From your explanations, you sound like you just stay indoors and watch a lot of movies."

"I don't have a friend—yet. Maybe that's because I refuse to go on social dates with my parents or give out my number to the kids of their friends. Having a discussion with children who have wealth flowing in their lineage is very depressing. Trust me, I've been there." He heard Beau trying to stifle a laugh. "It's really not funny. All they talk about is the latest accessory they acquired or their latest vacation, and other boring-as-hell topics."

"You're one of a kind, Asher."

"I do see myself as weird."

Beau kissed the back of Asher's neck. "I don't see you as weird. You are special and unique in your own way."

Asher felt his heart soar in pride. He felt like no other opinion counted except Beau's. "That makes me feel really good."

"I know." There were some seconds of silence. Beau suddenly sat up with a frown. "Wait, do you have another class today?"

"I think I do. Later."

"You should be preparing for your class."

Asher turned to face Beau, still in a lying position. "Can't we stay together like this for a while?"

Even if Beau tried, he could not resist the puppy eyes the begging boy gave him. He ended up laying down to face Asher. "Fine. Let's stay here some more."

"Thanks," Asher grinned. He caressed Beau's face. "You are such a gentleman."

"If you're trying to make me blush, it won't work. Don't waste your time."

Asher laughed. "Goodness, learn how to appreciate a compliment."

"Yes, sir. Thank you for the compliment, your majesty."

Asher laughed some more. "I can only imagine how it'd be growing up with you."

Beau's eyes lit up. "Let me tell you some stories about my childhood. I told you I have two brothers, right?"

"Yeah, you did." Asher moved closer, eyes glittering when he realized that he was about to hear a story.

"So, they are a twin. Did I also mention that?"

"No! You said you have two older brothers!"

"Errm, technically, they are two. And they are older than me with seven years."

"Wow! That's quite the spacing your parents gave you guys."

"They wanted twin girls and a boy. The universe gave them the boy and changed the gender of the twin."

Asher's eyes glittered. "Do you know how much I adore twins?"

"No, your majesty," Beau joked when he saw Asher's eyes twinkling. "Tell me."

"I love them! Like, do you know how adorable they are? Do you even understand the fascinating concept of two kids forming in the same womb? It's crazy."

"For someone who wishes to take care of kids, I am not surprised that you love them." Beau smiled. "You remind me so much of my dad. He loves kids too."

Asher smiled back. "He sounds like a sweet man."

"Oh, yeah. You'd definitely love him. That man made me who I am today."

Asher could say the same. His father was also responsible for who he was. All the yells and emotional damage still haunted Asher.

"And your brothers? How is your relationship with them?"

"They trouble my life. They are the only ones not intimidated by my physique."

Asher laughed. "So you know that people are usually scared of your physique?" he asked humorously.

"Of course I do. Others think it's cool. Most of them are scared."

"I find it sexy."

"You are giving me so many compliments today," Beau noticed, raising his brows in feigned suspicion. "What's up?"

"Learn how to take a compliment." Asher rolled his eyes. "You are sexy and handsome."

"Thanks. I feel like blushing right now."

Asher shuffled forward to kiss him on the lips. "You are free to blush, big baby." He snuggled into Beau's chest. "You feel so warm."

"You always say that."

"That's because it's the truth. You feel like a warm marshmallow." He sighed in contentment and pressed into Beau. "I can stay like this forever."

The mention of 'forever' warmed Beau. It gave him hope and faith in the future that they could actually be together, and love each other.

"And I would not mind holding you forever," he said. "I actually wish we could stay this way till tomorrow morning."

"Maybe we can, but I wouldn't want to intrude on you and Jay's privacy," Asher joked.

"You make it sound like we have some dangerous rituals we do in this room every night."

"I didn't say that." Asher pouted, his lips forming a perfect 'O'. "Don't force words into my mouth."

"I have better things to force in there."

Asher sat up and smacked Beau on the arm. "You pervert!"

"Ouch! What did I do?"

Asher scooted out of bed, his face bright red. Beau followed him, laughing like a maniac.

"Beau, leave me alone."

"No, I won't. You easily blush. Teasing you is one of my favourite things to do." He hugged Asher from behind, still laughing. "Do you want to go and prepare for class now?" A shrill ring interrupted the conversation. Beau looked at the bed with an obvious frown. He picked up his phone and peered at the screen. "It's the chancellor."

"Go on, pick it."

"It's probably a summon," The pissed ambassador complained.

"That's the main reason you should pick it."

Beau raised the phone to his ear. "Hello, sir. Yes, I will be there in five." Even before the call disconnected, there was a frown etched across his face. "The chancellor wants to see me."

"Come on, get dressed. You don't know if it's an emergency."

Beau grumbled as they made their way out of the room, and even out of the dorms. Asher tried placating him as they walked side by side. It hardly did anything to the ambassador's mood.

When they parted at the side of the hall, Asher stood in the distance and watched Beau sulk away, headed in the direction of the chancellor's office.

The scene made him smile. Beau obviously did not want them away from each other for even a minute.

Still reminiscing on Beau's facial expressions, Asher smiled his way to the condos.

He could have seen the figure lurking in a corner if he was on alert. But the thoughts of Beau had taken over most parts of his brain.

A hand reached out of a corner of the hall's corridor. Asher stumbled back with a gasp.

A firm hand that wasn't Beau's circled his waist—no, his ass—and pulled him close.

Asher finally understood the gravity of the threat when he felt a strong palm reaching to gag him.

He screamed.