give him the benefit of honesty, even if it made him feel raw for the ten seconds he did.
“There you are, Ase. And you should be with someone who you are okay being that Ase with every day.”
“This is the nicest break up I’ve ever been through.”
“Hey, I’m not saying no to one last dick-down, baby. Plus, you still have to do the photography for my uncle this weekend.” Dustin fluttered his lashes.
Ase rolled his shoulders and boxed Dustin in, placing an arm on either side of the fridge. Dustin’s breathing grew loud again. “Ah, Dustin,” Ase said, deeply. “Gotta keep the artist happy.” And with that, he stopped all the sharing and talking the best way he knew how, placing a brutal, punishing kiss on Dustin’s lips.
The next afternoon, Ase was all too happy to be finished with his rounds. He grunted a few goodbyes, gave Dustin a private slap on the ass, and left the hospital behind, happy to be free for two consecutive days.
He’d gotten the better bargain than Dustin and his uncle in Ase’s estimation. Yes, he’d had to juggle one extra rotation more than usual, but that was nothing completely out of the ordinary. Dustin’s aunt and uncle got a photographer, whose skill level was that of an enthusiast rather than a professional, after a cancellation, and Ase got a couple hundred extra dollars in his pocket; a few orgasms from a certain grateful nephew with a prize ass, free food and booze, and a weekend off. So he’d be taking photos of happy families and local politicians brown-nosing for a few hours tomorrow night. He liked taking photos and he might very well end up with a few decent ones.
That couldn’t take away from the fact he had almost two full days away from the hospital. This would be the first time he’d managed that since he started med school. It was practically a holiday not to have to rush to work with a hangover for two days. That was reason enough to have gone through everything to get the time off. Though, he didn’t mind any of those other perks.
After he’d arrived home, Ase decided to tune up his bike. Living in Texas, he’d learned a car was necessary as well, and had purchased a decent used car. But he’d put all his time and sweat and savings into replacing the bike he’d had to sell to pay tuition the fall out of his outing . He’d felt guilty, what with all the money he had to send back home, and he wasn’t making all that much. Regardless what people thought of doctors, he wasn’t loaded, and he had student loans to pay off—though, not as much as most, with his parents’ help and the scholarships he’d busted his ass to get in the beginning.
He babied his new bike. Who needed a partner when you had a baby like this? He roamed his hands over the sleek, blue gas tank of Matilda II. Flashes of Jase doing the same, reverently admiring Matilda I on a noisy street corner one night four years ago assaulted Ase. He snarled and jumped to standing from the crouching position he’d been in.
He was fucking tired. He’d been unnerved by Jase’s reappearance in his life yesterday, and he’d only seen the man for forty-five seconds. A mere blip.
He had been unnerved by Dustin reading him like a book, again all because of Jase, who’d officially cracked him open for the first time in his life when he’d given himself to Ase.
Ase had always been a bit on the rebellious side, despising the conventions and religious fanaticism with which his parents had raised him. They’d barely forgiven him for the first tattoos he’d gotten when they found out their dear oldest son would not marry his chosen bride. Then when they found out he was a homosexual… He still had scars from that day, inside and out. And one of those scars was from Jase being ripped away without the closure he’d wanted. And he despised that need
“There you are, Ase. And you should be with someone who you are okay being that Ase with every day.”
“This is the nicest break up I’ve ever been through.”
“Hey, I’m not saying no to one last dick-down, baby. Plus, you still have to do the photography for my uncle this weekend.” Dustin fluttered his lashes.
Ase rolled his shoulders and boxed Dustin in, placing an arm on either side of the fridge. Dustin’s breathing grew loud again. “Ah, Dustin,” Ase said, deeply. “Gotta keep the artist happy.” And with that, he stopped all the sharing and talking the best way he knew how, placing a brutal, punishing kiss on Dustin’s lips.
The next afternoon, Ase was all too happy to be finished with his rounds. He grunted a few goodbyes, gave Dustin a private slap on the ass, and left the hospital behind, happy to be free for two consecutive days.
He’d gotten the better bargain than Dustin and his uncle in Ase’s estimation. Yes, he’d had to juggle one extra rotation more than usual, but that was nothing completely out of the ordinary. Dustin’s aunt and uncle got a photographer, whose skill level was that of an enthusiast rather than a professional, after a cancellation, and Ase got a couple hundred extra dollars in his pocket; a few orgasms from a certain grateful nephew with a prize ass, free food and booze, and a weekend off. So he’d be taking photos of happy families and local politicians brown-nosing for a few hours tomorrow night. He liked taking photos and he might very well end up with a few decent ones.
That couldn’t take away from the fact he had almost two full days away from the hospital. This would be the first time he’d managed that since he started med school. It was practically a holiday not to have to rush to work with a hangover for two days. That was reason enough to have gone through everything to get the time off. Though, he didn’t mind any of those other perks.
After he’d arrived home, Ase decided to tune up his bike. Living in Texas, he’d learned a car was necessary as well, and had purchased a decent used car. But he’d put all his time and sweat and savings into replacing the bike he’d had to sell to pay tuition the fall out of his outing . He’d felt guilty, what with all the money he had to send back home, and he wasn’t making all that much. Regardless what people thought of doctors, he wasn’t loaded, and he had student loans to pay off—though, not as much as most, with his parents’ help and the scholarships he’d busted his ass to get in the beginning.
He babied his new bike. Who needed a partner when you had a baby like this? He roamed his hands over the sleek, blue gas tank of Matilda II. Flashes of Jase doing the same, reverently admiring Matilda I on a noisy street corner one night four years ago assaulted Ase. He snarled and jumped to standing from the crouching position he’d been in.
He was fucking tired. He’d been unnerved by Jase’s reappearance in his life yesterday, and he’d only seen the man for forty-five seconds. A mere blip.
He had been unnerved by Dustin reading him like a book, again all because of Jase, who’d officially cracked him open for the first time in his life when he’d given himself to Ase.
Ase had always been a bit on the rebellious side, despising the conventions and religious fanaticism with which his parents had raised him. They’d barely forgiven him for the first tattoos he’d gotten when they found out their dear oldest son would not marry his chosen bride. Then when they found out he was a homosexual… He still had scars from that day, inside and out. And one of those scars was from Jase being ripped away without the closure he’d wanted. And he despised that need
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