Liam As Asher walks away from me, I reach out, nearly calling him back but stopping myself in time. Turning my back, I let out a sigh and whispered, “I miss you too,” before walking away from him. He actually parked in front of my house instead of around the block; this itself shows me that he doesn’t care about his name or status anymore; that I’m more important than the rumour that would start. We’re both being fucking stubborn; I know this. I have forgiven him, but I’m just too damn proud to tell him that. It’s been just over seven weeks since it happened, and although my ribs have healed, the pain still sits there. And I don’t just mean from the fracture. I understand his reasons for not breaking up the fight in time or at least telling them to stop, but it doesn’t hurt any less. He said that he loved me, that no one was allowed to touch me and that he would always protect me; so where did all the promises go? Yet, whenever he looks at me, I feel like I’m about to burst with a
Asher They say the best kind of sex is make up sex, but right now for me it is drunk make up sex. I have Liam on my bed as I claim him from behind. Fuck, I have missed him. I’ve missed his touch, his kiss, the way my name spills out of his mouth when he reaches his peak. God, I don’t want this to end; but unfortunately, I feel myself rimming the edge as I come undone. Groaning and gripping his hips, I let go but continued to thrust inside of him. “Asher, wait… fuck…” He groans, fisting the covers in his hands and pushing his ass out to meet my thrusts. “Wait…stop. I can’t anymore…” he breathes out and it literally takes all my fucking willpower to stop myself and slowly pull out of him. He falls down face first and tries to catch his breath as my cum drips out of him. Fuck, I want to be inside him again and do some catching up. Turning him on his back, I move in between his legs and take his dick into my mouth, tasting the sal
AsherIt's the looks that get to me the most - everyone knows that I’m with Liam, that I’m out and gay. Whenever we go out anywhere, we always get these stares from the townsfolk. I know they’ll only give me stares and ugly looks because I’m the only one who can lead the town’s football team to victory.How did Liam survive all this time? How did he go through this all by himself and with the guys at school beating him up? I might have been raised by an asshole like my father and taught how to be tough, but Liam is a lot braver than I am.School isn’t as bad as I thought it would be, although my teammates don’t look at me like they used to. They still trust me to lead them on the field, but I have a feeling that they’ve started losing faith in me.Why does sexuality have to be such a big deal? How does me fucking a guy or holding hands with a guy hinder my ability to play football? No
Asher“What happened?!” Liam exclaims when he sees the bruise underneath my eye. I shrug and walk into his house. “Mountford’s quarterback decided to pay me a visit.” Is all I say while we go towards the kitchen.Liam hands me a pack of frozen peas. “Babe, I’m fine, really. Dale and Matt chased them off after they ambushed me and took me out for drinks. I held a cold beer against my eye for about half an hour.”“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear talks of underage drinking!” Dr Marsh shouts from the kitchen, and my stomach drops. “Fuck,” I mutter. “Hey, Dr Marsh,” I say, walking over to her and planting a kiss on her cheek.She eyes me up and down with a raised eyebrow and crosses her arms. “Getting into a lot of fights lately, Asher?”“Mom!” Liam calls from the freezer, but I shake my head. “Only for being
LiamI step out of school and breathe out a long sigh. Finals are over and we can relax for a little while… well until our results are released. I have the utmost faith in my results as well as Ashers because we studied together. And yes, I actually mean studying this time around.Asher has one last friendly match with Mountford coming up next week as well, so he’s always staying late after practice. I have barely seen him lately, but it’s fine because I know how important this is to him.My mom needed me to head over and take her some lunch at the hospital, but when I arrived at the reception, the nurse at the station told me that she was just called into an emergency. So I leave her lunch there and head on back out.I didn’t expect to run into Dale on my way out.He sees me and grins while walking slowly towards me. A cold sweat covers my back and I freeze in my steps. I haven’t been without Asher w
AsherDid we crush Mountford? Of fucking course we did, and the pussies went crying to their moms afterwards. Their defence was weak as shit, and their offence lacked drive; I guess they didn’t give a shit about winning this one for some reason. I noticed that Masters was benched the entire time, and it made me wonder if anyone snitched on him for what he tried last time.I’m currently watching Liam get ready in my room, wearing his black graduation cap and gown and his gold Valedictorian sash. He’s been pacing the room since he got dressed, repeating his speech verbatim but getting nervous by the minute.I smile and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his forehead. “Babe, calm down.”He looks at me as if I’ve gone mad and scoffs. “Calm? CALM? I am calm; what about this looks like I am not calm? I’m cool, and it will be fine. I’m calm, and I’m okay.” H
Liam“Asher! There are a few more things to pack; get your ass in here!” I call from my bedroom. Asher has been sleeping over the last few days since his mother sold their house, and right now, he’s helping me pack for our trip tomorrow.Asher’s mom has already bought us an apartment in New Haven, so it’s just for us to move in. Obviously, I will pay her back for her kindness when I am able to one day.“You’re fucking bossy today, Marsh,” Asher grumbles as he walks into my room. I scoff and stand with my hand on my hip.“Do you want out of this fucking town or not?” I ask him, to which he immediately shuts up and starts helping me.Everything still feels so surreal; Asher is moving with me to the same town, we’ll be attending the same University and living in our home. I keep on waiting for the penny to drop and wake up, but it never comes.This is us; this is
LiamNew Haven is different; there’s no claustrophobic feel here, no judgy eyes from our peers, and everyone seems… nicer. It’s been just over six months since our move, and to say that Asher has blossomed is putting it lightly.Waterford stifled his abilities, and his father dulled his shine, but now that he’s not around either, he’s a completely different person. Obviously, he’s on the football team, and they love him. Well, everyone seems to love Asher here; he’s become even more popular than when he was at Waterford High. He also doesn’t hide the fact that he’s gay and with me, but girls still flock around him. In fact, he seems to be proud to hold my hand and kiss me in public.Although, I have to admit that I’m jealous of his popularity. Not that I want to be popular as well, but that everyone knows him now. We can never just walk somewhere without him stopping to chat with someo