feet away, stood the most gorgeous man Justice had ever seen. Tall, but thin, with short, dark brown hair and a smile too sexy to be legal, the guy had to be pure perfection. By far, though, his best feature had to be his eyes. They weren't just brown, they were deep, soulful, and surrounded by thick, dark lashes. While he wore a Central Michigan T-shirt and jeans like so many of the other partygoers, on this guy it somehow managed to look classy. So much so, that he almost seemed as out of place at the kegger as Justice.
Justice silently chastised himself as he looked back down at his cup of beer. Deep and soulful? Most gorgeous man ever? Damn, if Craig could only hear his thoughts. There would be no end to the ribbing and scathing comments. With good reason, too. One of the many traits Justice had picked up from their deceased mother had been a streak of sappiness that he never had learned to hide.
That still didn't stop him from glancing back up at Mr. Yummy. His stomach flipped when he noticed the other guy looking back, his face showing mutual interest. Justice felt the corners of his mouth kick up in his first genuine smile of the evening. The dark-haired stranger returned it before walking over.
"Hey, I'm Ashton," he said by way of greeting.
"Hi," Justice returned. When Ashton cocked a brow in question, he hastened to add, "I'm Justice."
Ashton moved in closer. Even over the stench of beer and too many bodies pressed together, Justice could detect the scent of sandalwood. Though it'd never appealed to him before, at that moment it sent a jolt of desire through his body.
"So, I take it you're not a fan of the beer?" Ashton nodded to Justice's cup.
"I much prefer a cold Mike's Lemonade."
"I'll have to remember that."
"Why?"
"So I know what to order for you on our first date." Ashton flashed a playful look.
Justice laughed. He couldn't believe such a hot guy was actually flirting with him. What's more, he was flirting back. That had to be a first. Usually Justice stuck to the corners and rarely ventured out to socialize at all.
"You seem pretty certain that I'm going to agree to that plan," Justice countered as he took a step forward.
His fingers itched to reach out and touch Ashton. Even a light caress would have sufficed. Just so long as he got to test how hard and warm the other man's flesh felt. Justice clutched the cup tighter in his hand to resist from giving in to his urges.
"Does that mean you're going to tell me 'no'?" Ashton asked.
Justice shook his head. "If I could, I'd suggest that we bail from this party and take off now."
"What's holding you here?"
Justice felt himself blushing while he shrugged. "I kind of promised my brother that I'd stay for at least three hours."
"Was that the blond you were talking to a few minutes ago?"
"Yeah, I know we don't look much alike."
"You're right. You are way better looking than him." Ashton reached up and lightly brushed one knuckle down Justice's chest.
Justice sucked in a breath. Oh, my Lady Gaga! Once again, he thought he had to be dreaming or something because guys like Ashton didn't flirt with mousy dorks like him. He looked down at the area of his chest that had just been blessed enough to be touched by Ashton. The skin still tingled from the caress.
"Funny, most people usually think it's the other way around," Justice confessed.
Ashton leaned in and whispered in Justice's ear, "Surprise. I'm not most people."
A shiver went down Justice's spine and traveled to his cock. "No, you're not."
Justice set his cup of beer on a nearby table because he'd started to tremble so badly he worried he'd spill the stuff on him. The only thing worse than drinking the junk was reeking of it. Something he'd know from previous experience when Craig and his friends thought it would be fun to douse the "sissy boy."
Still keeping his lips inches from Justice's ear, Ashton asked, "So, if you won't leave with me now, at least have some mercy on me and give me your
Justice silently chastised himself as he looked back down at his cup of beer. Deep and soulful? Most gorgeous man ever? Damn, if Craig could only hear his thoughts. There would be no end to the ribbing and scathing comments. With good reason, too. One of the many traits Justice had picked up from their deceased mother had been a streak of sappiness that he never had learned to hide.
That still didn't stop him from glancing back up at Mr. Yummy. His stomach flipped when he noticed the other guy looking back, his face showing mutual interest. Justice felt the corners of his mouth kick up in his first genuine smile of the evening. The dark-haired stranger returned it before walking over.
"Hey, I'm Ashton," he said by way of greeting.
"Hi," Justice returned. When Ashton cocked a brow in question, he hastened to add, "I'm Justice."
Ashton moved in closer. Even over the stench of beer and too many bodies pressed together, Justice could detect the scent of sandalwood. Though it'd never appealed to him before, at that moment it sent a jolt of desire through his body.
"So, I take it you're not a fan of the beer?" Ashton nodded to Justice's cup.
"I much prefer a cold Mike's Lemonade."
"I'll have to remember that."
"Why?"
"So I know what to order for you on our first date." Ashton flashed a playful look.
Justice laughed. He couldn't believe such a hot guy was actually flirting with him. What's more, he was flirting back. That had to be a first. Usually Justice stuck to the corners and rarely ventured out to socialize at all.
"You seem pretty certain that I'm going to agree to that plan," Justice countered as he took a step forward.
His fingers itched to reach out and touch Ashton. Even a light caress would have sufficed. Just so long as he got to test how hard and warm the other man's flesh felt. Justice clutched the cup tighter in his hand to resist from giving in to his urges.
"Does that mean you're going to tell me 'no'?" Ashton asked.
Justice shook his head. "If I could, I'd suggest that we bail from this party and take off now."
"What's holding you here?"
Justice felt himself blushing while he shrugged. "I kind of promised my brother that I'd stay for at least three hours."
"Was that the blond you were talking to a few minutes ago?"
"Yeah, I know we don't look much alike."
"You're right. You are way better looking than him." Ashton reached up and lightly brushed one knuckle down Justice's chest.
Justice sucked in a breath. Oh, my Lady Gaga! Once again, he thought he had to be dreaming or something because guys like Ashton didn't flirt with mousy dorks like him. He looked down at the area of his chest that had just been blessed enough to be touched by Ashton. The skin still tingled from the caress.
"Funny, most people usually think it's the other way around," Justice confessed.
Ashton leaned in and whispered in Justice's ear, "Surprise. I'm not most people."
A shiver went down Justice's spine and traveled to his cock. "No, you're not."
Justice set his cup of beer on a nearby table because he'd started to tremble so badly he worried he'd spill the stuff on him. The only thing worse than drinking the junk was reeking of it. Something he'd know from previous experience when Craig and his friends thought it would be fun to douse the "sissy boy."
Still keeping his lips inches from Justice's ear, Ashton asked, "So, if you won't leave with me now, at least have some mercy on me and give me your
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