"What the hell is that on your pants?" Anthea growled as she walked up to Taylor causing him to dump the cup of water down the front of his pants.

"Oh my God," she groaned as she stared at him.

"You are such a retard," she hissed.

"I want to go," Taylor almost whispered.

"Well it's not like I have a choice now, seeing as how you look like you just pissed yourself."

Taylor felt himself smiling inside, at least now he had a real reason to go, after all it appeared that what people thought about Anthea seemed to be more important than what they thought of him.

*          *          *          *          *

His head spun as he felt Will's hands running up and down his chest and stomach. He had wanted to kiss him now since that day he picked him up from the hotel. Ashton couldn't figure out for even a moment why Taylor would drop such an amazing guy. To him it just didn't make sense.

"Oh," he gasped slightly as he felt Will's fingers wrap around his length through his jeans.

"Is it cool?" Will asked in a deep breathy voice that Ashton had never heard, but was instantly aroused by.

"Yeah," he breathed hard in reply.

His entire body rushed with sensation as he felt his zipper pulling down and the feel of Will's finger tips sliding under the elastic of his briefs.

The feel of his fingers pushing down through his pubic hair made him shudder, his eyes rolling back in his head. Just as he thought he felt Will's fingers brush against it the phone rang.

"Huh?" Will asked sitting up suddenly.

The phone rang again.

"Shit," Will hissed as he realized he forgot to pick up his schedule at the office.

"I gotta get that," Will groaned as he got up.

"Uh yeah, ok," Ashton stuttered off guard.

He glanced around as Will jumped up and grabbed his cell phone. He smirked to himself when he looked down. His jeans unzipped and spread wide, his briefs stretched tight in the shape of his hard on with about an inch of hair peaking out from under the waist band.

"Hello," Will asked again.

"Uh yeah ok," he sighed as he hung up.

"Wrong number?" Ashton asked.

"I don't know. They didn't reply."

"Babe," Will heard himself exclaim.

He paused, the last person he had called babe was Taylor, now he was saying it to someone else. He shook himself briefly and continued.

"I think we'd better call it a night. I've got to be up at eight o'clock," Will yawned as he watched Ashton's face drop.

"Yeah, um ok," Ashton muttered as he stood up and reached to zip his pants.

Instantly Will felt awful; awful for having pounced on him, gotten him turned on, and then leaving him there on the edge.

"Come here," Will exclaimed trying not to sigh as he knew he was being the jerk now.

"Huh?" Ashton stopped and looked up.

"Lemme see that," he smiled wickedly.

"See?" Ashton asked with a devious grin.

"Come here," Will asked again as Ashton walked over.

"If I do this, do you promise to understand it's just me finishing what I started? I'm just being a cool guy. I don't want to be a turd and leave you in this condition," Will asked as he patted Ashton's hard on through his briefs.

"Yeah, it's cool, but um, what are you gonna do?" Ashton asked grinning.

Will smiled sheepishly and rested his head on Ashton's shoulder.

"Will?" Ashton asked smiling.

"Would you settle?" Will tried to ask.

"For?" Ashton smiled.

"God, cut me some slack, ok ok," Will groaned.

Will lifted his head and looked Ashton in the eyes.

"A hand job?"

"Sure," Ashton barked happily.

Will chuckled quietly and shook his head with a smile.

"I didn't know what you were gonna say," Ashton laughed.

"Alright alright, go sit down," Will laughed.

*          *          *          *          *

Taylor sighed as he hung up his cell phone. He hadn't had the guts to say anything. But just hearing Will's voice helped calm his nerves. He wasn't sure why, at that very moment, he had been driven to call Will. He hadn't thought about it in advance. He hadn't even considered what he'd say. He just knew he had to hear his voice.

He sighed and groaned as Anthea caught up with him at the car.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" she yelled.

"What?" he sighed.

"You leaving me back there to walk down here all alone."

"Anthea, it's not like someone was gonna mug you," Tay yawned thinking to himself.

"Who in their right mind would anyway?" he chuckled to himself as she stamped around to the other side of the car.

"I'm tired, I want to go," she hissed.

*          *          *          *          *

"Oh yeah," Ashton groaned quietly as Will's hand worked up and down.

Will smirked and tried not to laugh. It just seemed entirely unrealistic for him to be sitting there on the floor between Ashton's legs jerking him off.

"You like that huh?" Will asked playfully as Ashton smiled at him.

"Oh yeah," he sighed.

"Come on," Will breathed deeply as he worked his hand harder.

His arm was getting tired, he wasn't sure just how long he had been going but he wanted to get it over with soon. He thought to himself then got an idea to help speed things up.

"Come on, oh yeah," he breathed hard as he leaned in close between Ashton's legs.

"Come on, all over my face," Will breathed hard, his breath close enough for Ashton to feel.

He watched Ashton's body tense up and he smirked to himself, knowing that was all it took. Instantly he pulled his face back as Ashton began to release.

"Good lord," he thought to himself.

"Just how much is in there?" he asked himself quietly as it spilled down his wrist and onto the floor.

*          *          *          *          *

"I'll see you tomorrow," Anthea smiled as she started to lean over into the driver side window.

Taylor didn't reply, he put the car into reverse and started backing up, causing Anthea to jump back to avoid getting her feet run over.

"Daphne," he muttered as she answered her cell phone.

"Hey Tay," he could hear her smiling.

"We need to talk," he sighed.

"What's the matter?"

"First, how are things looking for the concert thing we've been talking about?" he asked as he pulled into the driveway.

"It's looking really good, my uncle works with parks and rec so he has an inside connection with Madison Square Garden."

"That's great, well once you have a date and such figured out let me know and I'll send out the invites to the producers I know. I'm sure I can get it to be a 'whos-who' of producers and labels."

"Thanks so much babe," he could hear her grinning.

"So what's been going on with you?" he asked after he threw back a shot of tequila and chased it with a lime and a swig of beer.

"Same old same old."

"Still in the disputes with Maximum?" he asked.

"Yeah, looks like it's gonna be a long haul," she sighed.

"So what about you?" she asked.

"Eh, went to Fanfest tonight," he sighed.

"You're kidding right, you actually went?" she asked in shock.

"Yeah, I know, it wasn't even my idea. Ike had wanted to go, and actually was going too, until Shiye threw a fit about it," he muttered.

"Lucky guy," she laughed.

"Yeah, too bad I had to go and I had to take Anthea. I swear sometimes I think I can handle it. Sometimes it feels like things will be ok. She doesn't upset me too much and then I start to care and then she turns around and says the meanest shit, or something," he exclaimed as he sat on the back patio.

"Well you already know how I feel about her," Daphne replied.

"I know, no one likes her, except mom and dad, and right now that seems to be all that matters."

"Yeah well, hey you're aware of what's going on with," she paused not saying Will's name.

"Actually, I was going to ask you," he exclaimed after taking another shot and a swig.

"What are you doing over there?" she asked.

"Tequila shooters," he smirked.

"Taylor, god you know that's gonna get you plastered," she cautioned.

"Yeah who cares, right now it's the only thing I got that helps get me through all this."

"Well, anyways, yeah so he's working as a model now," she replied.

"For what?" Tay asked.

"Calvin Klein," she replied.

"You're shitting me right?" he asked sitting up in shock.

"Nope, he's on every frickin' bus stop, billboard and bus here in New York."

"I haven't seen that anywhere," Taylor exclaimed.

"Yeah well we get everything earlier here in NYC," she replied.

"Yeah I guess," Tay sighed as he thought to ask what kind of ads.

"Yeah, underwear ads," she replied.

"How the hell did you know I wanted to ask?!"

"Taylor, this is you we're talking about," she laughed.

He smirked.

"Looks good?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, totally, he's got the whole, toned, but not overly muscular, smooth, shit what am I saying you've seen him with less cloths on," she laughed.

Taylor remained quiet as his mind drifted back to the last time they had been together. He shook his head and tried to stand up. tThe shooters had taken a bigger toll on him, just as Daphne had warned.

"Fuck," he muttered as he fell back into the patio chair with a clank.

"You alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, just kinda ... " he paused.

"Drunk?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"You should get some sleep."

"No I need to go for a stroll, burn some of this off. If I go to bed now, in the morning I'll have a ferocious headache."

"Yeah um, ok."

"Listen," he paused.

"You know I still love him right?" he asked.

"Taylor, you don't have to explain," she sighed.

"But you know that, right you know that I've never stopped loving him?" he almost started to cry.

"I know Tay, I do. What's going on right now isn't your fault, but I won't lie, you're the only one who can change it," she replied quietly.

"It's all in your hands, you're the only one who can do something about it. The real question is, do you love him enough to do that?"

Taylor didn't reply. His mind argued over everything he had to loose and everything he had to gain by being with Will. At the moment, both sides seem to equal out making a choice impossible.

"I need to go," he sighed as he slowly stood up and gripped the railing.

"Be careful, ok, I don't wanna worry that you'll wake up in a ditch molested by a bunch of rabid teenies," she chuckled.

"I'll be ok," he smiled.

"Thanks for the chat, I'll call you sometime tomorrow, take care," he whispered as he hung up the phone.

"Come on, one foot in front of the other," he muttered as he walked down around the side of the house and up onto the street.

Relieved to have stopped at the old house instead of driving all the way home, he headed towards the street. Sure, Ike and Shiye were right inside and he wasn't totally alone, but at least he grew up there, in that neighborhood. He found himself walking down the side of the road. His thoughts drifting from Will, and back to the situation he was in.

*          *          *          *          *

Will shook his head and sighed as he lit the cigarette. The sound of the shower met his ears back in the apartment behind him as he stood on the balcony. He sat down and thought over what had happened. Now he was worried, that Ashton would start to develop more feelings for him. What he didn't realize, was that subconsciously he was more worried that he'd develop more feelings for Ashton.

"Aww, man," Ashton exclaimed as he walked out on the balcony wrapped in a towel.

"What?" Will asked turning to face him.

"I hoped you'd quit," he explained as he sat down in the chair across from Will.

Will tried not to look as Ashton's legs spread wide giving him a perfect view up under the towel at his package.

"Yeah, well I'm not saying I won't but I'm not saying I will. We'll just see," Will sighed.

"Yeah, so."

"I'm gonna hit the sack in a moment?" Will yawned trying to keep his attention directed at the sky instead of between Ashton's legs.

"Yeah me too," he yawned standing up, his towel dropping to the balcony floor.

"Well would you look at that?" Ashton laughed as his dick perked up to attention.

"Oh God," Will laughed covering his face.

"I think I need a cold shower," Will groaned as he got up and left Ashton on the balcony naked.

*          *          *          *          *

"Anthea, Taylor's here," her mother's voice called out as he stood against the front door frame.

He couldn't think why he wound up there but, there he was.

Anthea came down the stairs and stopped in her tracks. It was obvious Taylor was very drunk and very wasted.

"Hey Tay, come on upstairs," she grinned as she took him by the hand.

He glanced down at her body, clad only in a white T-Shirt her bare butt peaked out with each step up the staircase. He felt himself stirring inside his pants.

"Come here," she cooed as she pulled him towards her bed.

"You're all wiped out," she whispered quietly sitting down spreading her legs exposing herself.

Taylor, no matter how hard, he tried couldn't pull his eyes away from between her legs. She grinned knowing he was aroused.

"Come here," she whispered kissing him as she pulled him on top of her sliding his hand down between her legs.

Taylor gasped slightly at the touch of her skin and felt himself spiraling. The alcohol blurring his vision. He felt himself kissing her more deeply as he felt his pants sliding down while his fingers entered her.

*          *          *          *          *

"Uh, I'm all out of cold water," Ashton exclaimed running up behind Will, still bare naked.

"Right," Will laughed.

"Come on, you don't need a cold shower, let me," Ashton smiled as Will felt Ashton's hand suddenly squeezing at his nearing hard on through his pants.

"I really shouldn't," he started as Ashton pulled his fly open.

"Come on, let me return the favor," he grinned.

Before Will could respond he felt himself exposed. His eyes closed and he gasped as he suddenly realized he was inside Ashton's warm moist mouth. He groaned quietly and felt himself lean back against the bathroom door. His head spinning, the feeling of Ashton's tongue swirling around, the suction, the heat and wetness. Before he knew it, he felt that familiar tingling as he began to fill Ashton's mouth.

"Oh god I'm sorry," Will almost yelped as he realized he gave Ashton no warning.

Glancing down he saw his seed spilling out the side of his mouth and down his chin.

Swallowing Ashton looked up and grinned.

"It's totally cool dude," he grinned a sticky grin.

"Oh God, I really DO need a shower now," Will laughed.

Ashton laughed and stood up.

"Kiss me," he whispered as Will turned back to look at him.

"Ash," Will sighed closing his eyes about to shake his head.

Before he could say a word he felt Ashton's lips against him, the taste of his own fluids mixing in his mouth as their tongues danced.

Somewhere in the back of his heart and soul he felt something happen. He wasn't sure what, but deep down he felt a pop and a crumbling sensation and suddenly it felt as if all had just been lost.

"I can't," he pulled away, spit and something else stretching between their lips.

"Huh?"

"I can't I gotta get a shower, I need sleep," Will whispered trying not to cry in front of Ashton.

"Are you ok?" he asked in concern.

"I'll be ok," Will whispered as he gave Ashton a hug, turned and closed the bathroom door.

Ashton stood there staring at the door for a moment as he heard Will turning on the shower.

"Oh kay," he sighed as he turned and walked to his bedroom.

Will sat on the toilette and began to cry. With the sound of the water splashing into the tub muffling his sobs, he cried.

"What has happened?" he asked himself over and over.

"Taylor," Will whimpered as he curled into a ball on the floor next to the tub.

He closed his eyes tightly and cried. Afraid of the feelings inside him, afraid of things he did not understand. Why he allowed himself to get this close to Ashton, why he and Ashton were even being drawn together. But most of all, he did not understand why suddenly any chance he had getting Taylor back suddenly seemed to feel as if it had been destroyed beyond repair.


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