We ate out on the balcony. I had hardly noticed how hungry I was until Ash opened the pizza carton and the glorious smell hit me like a hammer in my gut. We had divided the pizza between us because Ash apparently had some form of utter aversion against mushrooms, and I loved it. He on the other hand insisted that pineapple was the best topping ever and had ordered an extra helping on his part of the pizza. I had remarked that it should be illegal, but he didn't budge until I had tasted it. It had still been as gross as ever, but Ash was satisfied that I at least tried it.

When the pizza was gone, we just sat three in the warm breeze of the evening and looked up at the darkening sky. Ash lit a cigarette and sat with his eyes closed, slowly blowing smoke rings. That simple image of him made my insides tingle. He could do just literally anything and make it look good. What was up with me?

"Where do you live?" I heard him mumble.

I let my eyes scan the rooftops and realized that you could see my house from here, even if it was on the other side of town. I arose from my chair and went up to the railing and pointed.

"The red houses over there," I said.

He got up and stood close to me, arms resting on the railing and looked in the direction I was pointing. Humming, he put out the cigarette against the metal on the railing and threw the bud over the edge.

"Where would you rather be right now? At home in your safe place or on a balcony with me, not knowing anything about what's going on?"

He faced me with a smirk and cocked his head. That smile just made me crazy. I boldly grabbed the scruff of his neck and pulled him close to me.

"What the hell do you think?" I mumbled and planted a tentative kiss on his lips.

"Mmm..." he purred and answered the kiss, pressing his tongue in between my lips and closed his arms around me.

I simply couldn't have enough of him, even the faint taste of pineapple was delicious when I felt it in his kiss and I wanted more. I had no idea when this was going to end, I wanted to relish in it, memorize the feeling, his arms around me, his tongue wrestling mine. He was getting harder against my groin and that just made my own desire even higher, and I grabbed his ass to feel him closer. Ash ended the kiss and took my hand.

"Come here," he said, his voice husky and pulled me inside the apartment again. "We don't wanna give the neighbors a show."

That hadn't even crossed my mind. I was so riled up that any logical thinking was long gone by now and I pinned Ash against the wall and kissed him roughly, my hands moving feverishly over his chest, and I could feel his muscles tense as I slid my fingers over his nipples. I wanted to taste him. Feel his skin under my tongue.

"Mmh..." he sighed deeply when my lips descended on his left nipple with my mouth, and I marveled at the feeling that I could make him sound like that.

It egged me on even more and I nibbled it softly and pinched his other nipple, feeling it harden under my fingertips as I grinded his erection with mine. He groaned out loud.

"Aah... y-you're on dangerous g-ground, Jamie..." he breathed but that only made me braver, I was apparently doing something right, and I pulled at his jeans and unbuttoned them.

When I could feel the heavy hardness of his cock in my hand, shivers ran down my spine. I was the one responsible for getting him this hard, just by touching him. I couldn't comprehend it. Slowly I started to stroke him, feeling the smooth skin move in my hand and I looked into his eyes. That blue gaze was teeming with lust, and he bared his teeth in pleasure. Then something gleamed in his eyes, and he put both his hands on my shoulders and started pressing me downward.

"On your knees," he hissed darkly, a glimmer of commandment in his voice.

Can I even do this?

My knees trembled a bit as I lowered down to the floor in front of him and my breathing became shallow with nervousness as his hard cock came into view, jutting out in front of my mouth, the top glistening with pre-cum. Carefully I closed my fingers around the shaft again and continued stroking him, while I leaned forward and let my tongue circle the ends of his tip. It felt sleek and warm, the faint taste of salt hit me, and I caught his eyes for a sign of approval, I had no idea if I was doing this right. He looked down at me with a heated smile.

"Mm... let me in..." His voice was husky. "Suck me... like a lollipop. Don't stop using... your hand..."

I gave him an appreciative glance and obeyed, letting his cock slide inside my mouth, and started to suck him in slow motions. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was amazing, my mid-section tingled with excitement, making my dick come to life for real now as I started to find the right rhythm. Ash was breathing harder.

"Use your...tongue. Mmm.. Press it a-against my cock... Ah... just l-like that..."

His words were like fire inside me. Not a trace of mockery or that I made a fool of myself in any way. I just felt approval from him, that I was making him feel this good just with my mouth was such a glorious revelation to me that I got caught up in his pleasure and moaned around his thick cock.

"F-faster now, pretty one... suck me harder..."

I did as I was told and watched him clench his teeth in response.

"Ooh... fuuuck yeaah...."

The irresistible sounds coming from him suddenly made it impossible for me not to touch myself, I was so horny that I just had to, or I would lose it completely. I loosened my jeans, gripped my aching cock and almost let him slip out of my mouth at the feeling. His hand grabbed hold of my hair and he started to help me find my rhythm again.

"If you wanna touch yourself... make sure to... k-keep the same pace," he panted, motioning with his hand on the back of my head to suck faster. "S-so keep it together now..."

And I did. I sucked hard and fast and even if my jaw started to feel the strain, the pleasure started mounting in such a speed that my knees started to shake. Ash growled as I moaned around him as my release slammed into me and suddenly he jerked my head toward him, his cock hitting the back of my throat and I gagged, my eyes filled up with tears and saliva ran down my chin. Instinctively I tried to retract my head, but he held it tight, ramming his cock hard into my throat without hesitation and with that my orgasm just kept on coming and I had absolutely no idea why.

"Your mouth feels s-so f-fuuccking good..." he growled, pulling himself out with a pop and stared down at me.

He tilted my face upwards, and my vision consisted only of him jerking off in front of my face furiously. I gasped, trying to get my breathing going again as he climaxed, cum spurting in my face in hot streaks and he let out a long groan. I could feel his body shaking with the release and the grip on my hair was almost painful. My knees scraped the floor. My breathing was labored. My whole body was in flames. This was more intense than I had ever expected.

Ash's face was glowing, and he pulled me up by my hair and crushed me in his embrace. With his thumb he stroked away saliva and cum from my chin and held me close.

"Mmm... you did so fucking good, feather boy," he praised and gave my chin a soft kiss.

Something strange was happening to me as I was held by him. The whole string of events, from him pushing me to my knees, to him kissing my cheek was melting together, enveloping me into a fuzzy, calm and secure blanket. I had never experienced anything like it, not with anybody, myself included. He had been pretty brutal in the end, but there hadn't been a single second that made me afraid or not wanting to continue. Was I going totally insane? Did I like this that much?

"You ok?" I heard Ash ask with worry in his voice. "Maybe I was a little–"

"I'm ok, I promise," I smiled reassuringly at him when I realized that I had spaced out. "Much more than ok, to be honest."

"Good," he sighed in relief. "You had me a bit nervous, standing there looking all shocked and stuff."

I laughed.

"I was just... a little overwhelmed, I think," I said, a yawn slipping out of my mouth. "Shit, sorry about that. I'm just so goddamn tired. Haven't slept in two days."

"Jesus Christ, why not?" Ash said, looking positively perplexed.

Well, he should know that. He was the one responsible for it, turning my whole world upside down.

"It's your fault, you know," I muttered, acting annoyed. "Who the hell can get any sleep when the hottest guy in town hits on you?"

Ash gave me a wolfish grin and looked proud of himself. But then he took my hand and led me out of the living room, towards the bathroom. He placed me in front of the mirror and wet a cloth and began wiping my face and hairline. When he was done, he scrutinized his work.

"There, got the most of it," he winked at me. "Now I'm gonna put you to bed, if you don't mind."

"Sounds like a great idea," I mumbled and yawned again.

He marched me to the bedroom and pulled aside the covers and I sprawled out over the sheets, not even bothering to take off my clothes. But Ash was having none of that, as he grabbed my pant legs and wiggled me out of my jeans. I let him do it without protest. I was too tired to even lift a finger. The bed sheets were soft and cool, I closed my eyes and the world started to spin as if I could fall asleep in seconds. The bed creaked as Ash got into it and I felt his arms close around me from behind and his warm breath tingled the skin on my neck.

"Hey," he whispered. "Do you mind it when I call you nicknames? It's just something that comes automatically when I'm with you. Can't help it."

I smiled out into the darkness. Nobody had ever called nicknames like that before, and I marveled at the fact that I liked it so much. Especially the nicknames Ash called me.

"I don't mind at all. I kind of like it," I answered and pressed his hand against my chest.

"Mm... good," he hummed in satisfaction. "Now go to sleep."