Yet a Stranger (The First Quarto #2) - Gregory Ashe Page 0,54
I went to that party at your place.”
Dylan gave him that little smirk. He walked a circuit of the room, his head moving as he examined the walls, Auggie’s photography equipment, the stack of textbooks.
“Shakespeare?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck. And you actually understand that stuff?”
“Not, you know, not really.” And then, Auggie wasn’t sure why, “I hate that boring old shit.”
“I hear you.” Dylan completed his short trip around the room and stood in front of Auggie. His hands came to rest on Auggie’s knees, and he leaned in. His breath smelled like alcohol. “Didn’t know you were my own personal bodyguard.”
“That guy was a dickwad.” Then Auggie felt his face heat. “I mean, I know you could have handled it.”
Making a soft noise in his throat, Dylan ran his hands up Auggie’s thighs. “Fuck, it was hot, watching you get all riled up.”
Auggie grunted when Dylan’s hand ran over his erection.
“Is that ok?” Dylan said.
Auggie nodded.
“Oh man, your face. Fuck, sorry. I forgot—I mean, never mind. You just got me all hot, and I wasn’t thinking.”
“No,” Auggie said, catching his wrist. “I liked it.”
“This isn’t a good idea,” Dylan said. “You got hit in the head, and you’re, like, eighteen.”
“Nineteen,” Auggie said, and another wave of humiliation washed over him. He pulled Dylan’s hand over his dick and humped it lightly. “And I know what I like.”
“Yeah?” Dylan said.
“Definitely.”
Dylan hesitated. “Sorry, this is just—”
“Get up here,” Auggie said, “and let me touch your dick.”
Dylan’s little smirk was back as he climbed up onto the bed, straddling Auggie. Auggie touched him through the polka-dot shorts, grinned at the noise Dylan made.
“You’re huge,” Auggie whispered.
“Fuck yeah, little bro.”
Auggie heard the whimper in his throat.
“You like that?” Dylan whispered, his thumb tracing the outline of Auggie’s dick. “You want me to call you little bro while I’m pounding your pussy?”
Auggie swallowed. His face was burning. His whole body was on fire.
Dylan didn’t wait for an answer. He kissed Auggie. It wasn’t a great kiss—Auggie could feel that his own mouth was too tight, and it didn’t meet Dylan’s properly. Their teeth kept scraping. He bit Dylan’s lip, and Dylan swore.
“Ok,” Dylan said. “You’re shaking, and I’m bleeding. There is no way—”
“I’m just—I’m just really into you.”
Dylan’s eyes were flat as he considered the statement. Then he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a stainless-steel flask. “You need to relax.” He unscrewed the cap, took a drink, and held it out. Then his hand retreated an inch. “Never mind, you’re only—”
Auggie grabbed the flask and took a slug. It hit worse than the tequila, burning as it went down his throat, and it reminded him of the Pine-Sol his mom used to clean the kitchen floors. Coughing, he pushed the flask back and said, “What is that?”
“You’ve never had gin before?”
“No, I have.” But it hadn’t tasted anything like the floor polish he’d just drunk. “I have, honestly. I just—I mean, I wasn’t expecting it.”
Dylan shook his head.
“I like gin,” Auggie said. “Let me have some more.”
“You’ve probably had enough.”
Auggie took the flask and drank again, eyes open and watching Dylan. The heat of the alcohol ran through him. The ache along the side of his face faded a little.
Grinning, Dylan took the flask back. He had a long drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he crawled closer, grinding his erection against Auggie’s, and whispered, “You’re my little man, huh? Is that it?”
“I’m a man.”
“Yeah, you are. You fight hard. You drink hard.” Dylan’s mouth quirked. “Do you fuck hard?”
“If you’re lucky,” Auggie said, his mouth dry, “you’re going to find out.”
That made Dylan laugh. When they kissed again, it was better, and Dylan’s hand was confident and rhythmic as he jerked Auggie through the denim. Auggie thought of the last time he’d been in this situation, with Theo, the orgasm coming through him like it was jet powered. Tonight, he could feel it building again, although it wasn’t the same. His head hurt. His mouth was sticky. The kissing was going on for too long.
“Hold on,” Dylan whispered. He pulled a small plastic case from his back pocket, opened it, and took out a pill. Placing it under his tongue, he watched Auggie carefully. He was very still for a few moments. Then he held out another.
“What is it?”
“Molly.”
“Oh. Cool. Molly.”
Dylan burst out laughing. “Oh my God. You’re such a fucking kid, it’s adorable.”
“It’s just, I don’t do, um, harder stuff.”
Eyes half closed, Dylan rubbed against Auggie again,