Bailey's family. He'd
understood with the daily schedule of classes and work that finding
time for the two of them was enough of a struggle. He hadn't
pressed the issue of meeting Bailey's family, figuring Bailey would
bring the subject up when he was ready. "Absolutely. When?"
"Tomorrow. Just like that?" Bailey drew back
slightly, squinting at him. "You aren't the least bit worried about
meeting my dad and Eden?"
"Should I be?" Ashton kissed Bailey lightly
on the lips. "If I recall, they know you're gay. It will be the
height of hypocrisy given their relationship for them to object to
ours. I don't see any reason to be concerned about it."
Bailey cuddled close and heaved a sigh
relief. "I know. It's just…I thought that it might be awkward since
I'm moving in here after graduation."
"Graduation solves a lot of problems for us,
doesn't it?" Though the community college didn't expressly forbid a
relationship between a professor and a student, much to Bailey's
chagrin, Ashton had refused to allow more than kissing and petting
between them until Bailey was no longer a student at the college
where Ashton taught composition to incoming freshmen.
Ashton tightened his grip and pulled Bailey
closer, urging the younger man almost into his lap. Bailey went
willingly, curling himself into Ashton and shifting until their
bodies were pressed tight together, hip to hip, and thigh to
thigh.
"You're sure you want me to move in here with
you?" More tease than uncertainty lurked in Bailey's voice this
time, so Ashton tickled him in the ribs until he giggled and pushed
Ashton away.
"The bungalow is small, I know, but it's
close to the beach and the neighborhood is great. If you'd rather
live somewhere else, I'm not opposed to looking, but I'd love for
you to live here with me while we look." Ashton fell back against
the sofa, laughing. Bailey lurched forward, looming over him. Their
gazes caught and held. The laughter died on his lips as he
recognized the heat in Bailey's blue gaze. He swallowed hard as a
surge of passion overtook him. They'd waited so long, resisted the
desire that sparked between them even as it grew more and more
insistent with each glance they exchanged, each kiss they shared,
each caress they dared explore. "Bailey…" he whispered.
Bailey's mouth firmed with determination. He
shifted, pushing Ashton back into the sofa cushions, propping his
elbows against the arm of the sofa so he could lean forward and
brush his lips across Ashton's mouth. Bracing himself for a
familiar onslaught, Ashton exhaled softly. He'd expected passionate
demand and entreaty, this soft coaxing kiss took him off guard and
he opened to it immediately.
Bailey scooped his arms under Ashton, and
despite their similar size, easily maneuvered Ashton into his lap.
Ashton sat astride Bailey, their lips clinging in a dizzying caress
that left him yearning for more.
The drone of the television faded into
nothingness, replaced by the steadily increasing rhythm of his
pounding heart. The rush of blood sensitized his skin and obscured
every sound outside his body, until the only sounds he was
conscious of were the low soul searing noises that Bailey made as
the kiss deepened and his hands wandered.
Bailey bucked against him, pushing their
groins together, and Ashton groaned. Yanking his mouth away, he
panted. "Enough. Please."
"Don't you…"
"Please, Bailey. Honey, just a few more days.
We've waited this long, a few more days is okay, isn't it?" In need
of distance and distraction to get his passion under control, he
lurched off the sofa and grabbed the takeout. "What did you
get?"
"Thai. Sesame chicken and jasmine rice from
that place around the corner that you like." He didn't need to see
Bailey's face to know he was pouting, Ashton could hear the
displeasure in his voice.
Chapter Two
The almost exuberant bubble of future
happiness was nearly impossible to contain. Bailey couldn't resist
sneaking kisses and caresses as Ashton piloted his
understood with the daily schedule of classes and work that finding
time for the two of them was enough of a struggle. He hadn't
pressed the issue of meeting Bailey's family, figuring Bailey would
bring the subject up when he was ready. "Absolutely. When?"
"Tomorrow. Just like that?" Bailey drew back
slightly, squinting at him. "You aren't the least bit worried about
meeting my dad and Eden?"
"Should I be?" Ashton kissed Bailey lightly
on the lips. "If I recall, they know you're gay. It will be the
height of hypocrisy given their relationship for them to object to
ours. I don't see any reason to be concerned about it."
Bailey cuddled close and heaved a sigh
relief. "I know. It's just…I thought that it might be awkward since
I'm moving in here after graduation."
"Graduation solves a lot of problems for us,
doesn't it?" Though the community college didn't expressly forbid a
relationship between a professor and a student, much to Bailey's
chagrin, Ashton had refused to allow more than kissing and petting
between them until Bailey was no longer a student at the college
where Ashton taught composition to incoming freshmen.
Ashton tightened his grip and pulled Bailey
closer, urging the younger man almost into his lap. Bailey went
willingly, curling himself into Ashton and shifting until their
bodies were pressed tight together, hip to hip, and thigh to
thigh.
"You're sure you want me to move in here with
you?" More tease than uncertainty lurked in Bailey's voice this
time, so Ashton tickled him in the ribs until he giggled and pushed
Ashton away.
"The bungalow is small, I know, but it's
close to the beach and the neighborhood is great. If you'd rather
live somewhere else, I'm not opposed to looking, but I'd love for
you to live here with me while we look." Ashton fell back against
the sofa, laughing. Bailey lurched forward, looming over him. Their
gazes caught and held. The laughter died on his lips as he
recognized the heat in Bailey's blue gaze. He swallowed hard as a
surge of passion overtook him. They'd waited so long, resisted the
desire that sparked between them even as it grew more and more
insistent with each glance they exchanged, each kiss they shared,
each caress they dared explore. "Bailey…" he whispered.
Bailey's mouth firmed with determination. He
shifted, pushing Ashton back into the sofa cushions, propping his
elbows against the arm of the sofa so he could lean forward and
brush his lips across Ashton's mouth. Bracing himself for a
familiar onslaught, Ashton exhaled softly. He'd expected passionate
demand and entreaty, this soft coaxing kiss took him off guard and
he opened to it immediately.
Bailey scooped his arms under Ashton, and
despite their similar size, easily maneuvered Ashton into his lap.
Ashton sat astride Bailey, their lips clinging in a dizzying caress
that left him yearning for more.
The drone of the television faded into
nothingness, replaced by the steadily increasing rhythm of his
pounding heart. The rush of blood sensitized his skin and obscured
every sound outside his body, until the only sounds he was
conscious of were the low soul searing noises that Bailey made as
the kiss deepened and his hands wandered.
Bailey bucked against him, pushing their
groins together, and Ashton groaned. Yanking his mouth away, he
panted. "Enough. Please."
"Don't you…"
"Please, Bailey. Honey, just a few more days.
We've waited this long, a few more days is okay, isn't it?" In need
of distance and distraction to get his passion under control, he
lurched off the sofa and grabbed the takeout. "What did you
get?"
"Thai. Sesame chicken and jasmine rice from
that place around the corner that you like." He didn't need to see
Bailey's face to know he was pouting, Ashton could hear the
displeasure in his voice.
Chapter Two
The almost exuberant bubble of future
happiness was nearly impossible to contain. Bailey couldn't resist
sneaking kisses and caresses as Ashton piloted his
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